𝆹𝅥 Fiona Frost, Yor Briar, Loid Forger, Yuri Briar (SPY X FAMILY)
𝆹𝅥 their biggest fear (regarding their darling)
⸺ Fiona Frost
Fiona fears that her darling may choose someone else over her. There is no way she would doubt her capabilities and skills, she has devoted her life to her work and don't doubt that she is more than enough to not only provide and keep safe her darling but also to make them happy, however Fiona still feels like she needs to prove herself so her darling will choose to love her willingly and with that in mind the posibility of her darling may not choosing her it is not completely ruled out and it is torturing her
⸺ Yor Briar
Yor fears that she will not be enough for her darling. No matter how skilled and strong she may be there is always room for the insecurities and doubts in Yor's mind, she wants nothing more but to be able to have a happy life with her darling, to be able to be her darling's family and safe space but because of that same wish is that she doubts herself a lot, everything she have done so far was just to protect her family and she has never been able to value herself far from that so she doesn't really see why she would be enough for her darling, wich terrifies her
⸺ Loid Forger
Loid fears the day he will have to choose between his work and his darling. For the longest time he had nothing but his job, he have devoted his life to his job, to do everything that it is in his power to stop what have terrorized and destroyed his childhood, in his plans was never falling in love with his darling but it happened, without even noticing or planning it his darling became an essential part of his life, something that makes him doubt putting his life at risk, something that makes him wish to have a normal life to be able to stay at your side, something that definetly will interfere with his job at some point
⸺ Yuri Briar
Yuri fears that the political situation will end up hurting his darling. There is nothing in this world this man wants more than being able to bring peace and happiness for the two people who means the world to him, Yuri wants to be able to provide his darling with nothing but the best, to shower his darling in love, to be able to create a place where his darling will never have to fear nor lack anything, but because of his job he knows some of the worst part of humanity, he knows what scum looks like and the idea of his darling suffer from it terrifies him just as much as make him feel more determinated to change it
A/n: Requested by @crazyboy123n. I said I'd get to this request soon. That was back in January. Which, considering my efficiency, is about as soon as it gets. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
-Yor gets easily flustered by affection. So much so, that even linking pinkies with you is enough to make her blush. That's not to say she doesn't like it. Far from it. She's just not used to someone being so soft and gentle with her, that she can't help but blush at every bit of affection you give her.
-Yor really likes being the big spoon when you cuddle. It's just what she's used to from all the nights she spent watching over her little brother. Plus, having you wrapped up in your arms is a good way for her to remind herself that you're safe, since she sometimes worries that someone might come after you to get back at her for one of her previous assignments. She's also happy to be the little spoon, it just might take her some time to get used to being the one being protected instead of being the protector.
-Even if she's a little embarrassed to admit it, she really would like your help learning how to cook. She wants to be the best wife she can for you, and a big part of that is cooking the best meals for you. She especially likes when you wrap your hands around hers to help guide them, feeling your body close to her own. Just...please let her down easy if the meal she makes turns out bad.
-Even despite how bloody and violent her occupation can get, she always comes home with a smile on her face. Maybe it's because she's just so strong-willed, or maybe just seeing you is enough to lift her spirits, but she never lets the things she's seen and done while on the job affect you at home. Ever time that she so much as thinks she's done something to upset you, she's always quick to apologise, even if it's just a very small misunderstanding.
-Thanks to the skills she's honed as part of her work, Yor is actually very strong for someone of her stature, and she can lift incredibly heavy objects with ease. You lost something under the couch? Let her lift it so you can get a better look. You dropped your keys under the car? Up it goes. She can lift pretty much any piece of furniture and appliance in the house with just her own two hands. She doesn't really understand why you get so surprised. Surely everyone can do these things, right? She's not acting or lying, she's just really that oblivious.
-While she may not be very affectionate with physical touch, one of her favourite ways to show her love for you is acts of service. Having you come home to the floors cleaned, the dishes washed and the laundry done is her way of telling you that she loves you, even if she gets often gets too flustered to say it verbally.
-Another way she likes to show her love for you is gift-giving, especially flowers. She gave you a bouquet of roses the day she moved in, telling you that she hopes that your relationship lasts as long as the flowers do...unaware that roses usually only last a couple of weeks at most. Ever since then, she's been replacing the roses with a fresh bunch every time the last ones died without you noticing. You're not sure how she does it, but no matter how hard you try, you can never catch her in the act. You know she's the one behind it, you just can't prove it. You never tell her that you know, though. You figure it's best to just let her have her fun.
f e m ! m u l t i f a n d o m x f e m ! a r t i s t ! r e a d e r
♡ mitsuri kanroji . nezuko kamado . kanao tsuyuri . suma . yor forger . misa amane . nobara kugisaki . miwa kasumi . blonde blazer . kim minji . stephanie brown . koriand'r . uriel . yoo sangah . cha hae-in . kang soojin . lily evans . ginny weasley . claire redfield . kate bishop . wanda maximoff . gwen stacy . yelena belova ♡
w a r n i n g s : fluff, confessions (?), written in first-person pov
My eyes wander along the soft dip of her collarbone and I glance back at the portrait, the brush gliding smoothly across the canvas. The smell of her vanilla perfume lingers in the air seeming closer to me than she really is- laying back on the soft plush of the sofa with one leg draped over the other, her arm dramatically hanging below almost touching the ground as the loose curls of hair are sprawled around her.
"Stay still" I mumble, a faint flush on my cheeks as I keep painting her figure, and she cracks a sheepish smile though her eyes remain shut. "Sorry, 's been too long since I've moved" she says, shifting slightly in her position; the sunlight flowing in through the glass window panes of the art studio kissing her face softly. It's a scene even the Renaissance paintings wouldn't succeed in portraying.
"Well... masterpieces take time, you know" I say, referring to her but she doesn't quite catch on.
A pause hangs in the air and I'd almost mistake it for silence if it weren't for the sound of her steady breathing and the ticking of the clock.
How many hours had it been? Surely not long enough, for I could keep admiring her for eternity.
Call it obsession, call it madness, call it whatever you'd like- but the desire to portray her perfectly in a painting could never be satisfied for no canvas nor sculpture could truly capture the essence of her whole being as my eyes do.
Yet, I strive to perfect it.
"I think I've finished....." I trail off, taking a step back to look at the canvas.
"Let me see!" she hurries over beside me to see the final picture, eyes glimmering with excitement.
"I don't know... I feel like something is missing " I sigh, frowning.
"You kidding? It looks beautiful" she steps closer, "Since when did I look that good?" she jokes, fingers carefully hovering over the frame.
"You've always looked beautiful- more than I can ever paint you to be" I say, furrowing my brows. Could she seriously not see how stunning she looked?
I don't realise I've gotten so close to her face until I see my reflection in her eyes, a moment of silence between us as she swallows drily.
"No, I mean-" she tries to dodge, but I don't let her finish. "Why won't you see yourself the way I do?" I place a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing her lower lip lightly as she only blinks at me slowly.
The heat rushes to my ears as I subconsciously lean in closer, "I wish I could just show you somehow" I mumble, the feeling of her warm breath on my skin making the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
She licks her lips, her voice coming out barely a whisper, "why don't you show me then?"
Maybe all I needed was confirmation- that this was really happening, but I freeze in place at her words, until she closes the gap between us herself, lips pressing together as her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips as I cup the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.
What felt like seconds were actually minutes.
We pull back but I don't want to stop.
So I keep pecking her lips and all over her face until she's a giggling and blushing mess.
She gasps out as I sneak my paint-smudged hands around her waist, smiling innocently while she tries to push them off, the paint getting all over her top. "St- stop!" she squeals, finally getting ahold of my hands as she pants, grinning at me, and you feel her warm breath fanning my face.
"You messed up my perfectly white top" she says, pretending to be annoyed but smiled nonetheless.
"You're already a work of art, what's some more paint gonna do?"
She huffs a laugh, slapping my arm at the cheeky line, "only some paint? You basically got-"
"I think I'm in love with you"
She pauses, staring at me as I look back at her like she were the moon and I wish to be the darkness around her that lets her shine in the midnight sky.
Before I can say another word, she pulls me into another kiss, warm palms cupping either sides of my face, and all I can do is just melt and kiss her back until either of us remembers we need oxygen again.
d i v. c r e d i t s : @222luvr
a / n : heyy y'all ik that was really short but it wasn't supposed to be multifandom x reader, its just something I wrote one night in my notes app and decided to post it cause I liked it. I tried to make it second-person pov but I didnt like it as much and stuck with the original. English ain't my first language so dont mind the grammatical mistakes. anyways happy pride month my ottersss 🏳🌈🤍 had an exsistential crisis all noon and realised I'm bi + asexual so thats fun. thanks for reading!! <33
Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.
Pairing: Yandere!Loid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (SxF).
Word Count: 4k.
TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Somnophilia, Spanking, Sex Toys, Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Medical Malpractice, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Gaslighting, Bruising/Marking, and Overstimulation.
You never did get to see your opera. A lack of oxygen turned your cramped world blurry and abstract, and you faded in and out of consciousness while Yor fussed over your ruined dress and gathered you up in her arms, the strip of fabric she’d tied around your neck and stuffed in your mouth – not quite a gag, but enough to convince your uncooperative vocal cords that calling for help wouldn’t be worth the effort. Sometime between being pulled against Yor’s chest and slipping out of that sex-saturated storage closet, you blinked and by the time you could find the strength to open your eyes again, you were in your apartment, in your own bed, your makeshift gag gone and your wrists bound behind your back with a generous amount of duct tape. You briefly considered calling for help, but you were past the point of screaming. Even if you tried, the Forgers were your only neighbors close enough to hear, and you’d seen enough of enough of that family for a lifetime.
Just as exhaustion began to overwhelm your better judgement, you caught stifled footsteps in the near distance, heard the door to your bedroom creak open and shut with enough force to shake the drywall. This time, when you closed your eyes, it was in a deliberate effort to will yourself to sleep. An effort that was, of course, rendered futile by Yor’s hand on your forehead, a soft hum too tender to be purposefully deceptive. “I think they might be asleep. The poor thing could barely hold their eyes open.”
“That’s fine.” Instantly, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. He spoke quietly, keeping his voice low and airy, but even in worst dreams, Loid seemed to be able to carve out a place for himself. It made sense for him to make an appearance in this nightmare, too. “Can you show me where the damage is?”
You held your breath as Yor’s hand drifted from your face to your thigh. After a moment of hesitation, she nudged you onto your back, pulling the ragged remains of your skirt up to your waist. You fought not to bolt up as cold air washed over your exposed, abused cunt – not to ball your fists as you felt Loid’s narrowed eyes pry into you the way they always seemed to when you passed each other in the hall, when he got home before you could find a reason to get out of the Forgers’ suffocating apartment. You managed to hold yourself still as he clicked his tongue, edging that much closer to the foot of your bed. You could picture him leaning over you, perfectly styled blonde hair falling ever so slightly out of place as he took long, agonizing seconds to evaluate the bruises lining the inside of your thighs, the crescent-shaped marks Yor’s nails had left pressed in your hips, your waist. Calloused fingertips brushed over your ankle, but further restraint was deemed unnecessary as his attention shifted back to his wife. “And you said you found them…?”
“Unconscious,” she filled in. You could hear her shifting her weight, feigning concern as her husband evaluated you. “In front of our building. I tried to wake them up, but they panicked, and I remembered the treatment you told me about for—for hysteria.” She paused, swallowed. “I thought I could help, but I’m afraid I might’ve just made things worse…”
Loid’s response was delayed, put off in favor of inching that much closer to you. The mattress dipped as he rested a knee on the foot of your bed. Don’t move, you repeated to yourself, despite the ever-growing urge to get up and run gnawing violently at the back of your mind. If you pretended to be asleep, you’d only have to tolerate a few minutes of his attention before he got tired of leering at your conscious body. If you pretended to be asleep, they’d leave and you could start to forget this ever happened.
It got harder to be so rational as he reached out, running two fingers over your slit and splitting apart the lips of your pussy, giving himself a better view of your abused clit, your entrance – still pitifully drooling slick. You tried to remember what kind of doctor he was, but any specialties that might’ve come to mind were immediately forgotten as his gloved fingers slipped inside of you. You had to bite back a quiet hiss as he scissored open the sore walls of your cunt, his touch probing and experimental. At least Yor had the decency not to draw it out. “You reacted swiftly and efficiently. Even trained paramedics leave residual damage.” He drew back suddenly, and you fought not to jolt at his callousness. “Can you show me what exactly your…” He trailed off. You could practically hear the curiosity in his voice. “…your treatment entailed?”
Yor made a noise you couldn’t decipher. Loid moved away from you entirely, but Yor was quick to take his place. She settled into the space between your legs, her hands – shaking ever so slightly – taking up your hips, her fingertips near-perfectly aligned with the dark bruises pressed into your skin. You felt her breath ghost over the inside of your thighs, the flat of her tongue run gingerly over your slit, and you bolted upward on instinct, mouth open and ready to—
—ready to have your scream stifled and suffocated by Loid’s palm as he forced his hand over your mouth and shoved you back into the mattress. Unable to claw at his arm, to pry him off of you, you thrashed under his steadfast hold, but he didn’t seem to pay you any mind. Rather, his eyes met yours for all of half a second before flickering to his wife, sparing her a slight nod. “Patients usually react with some level of resistance. You can go on.”
Yor’s eyes widened, but any shock she might’ve felt seemed to melt away at her husband’s assurance. She was more nervous, now that she was performing for an audience rather than assaulting you in the privacy of her chosen hideaway, but the little, tentative movements of her tongue got braver over time, her eyes closing as her hands drifted from your waist to your thighs. She nudged your legs onto her shoulders and latched onto your clit, suckling with just enough force to draw a reaction out of your burnt-out nerves, to leave you trembling and struggling to swallow back pained moans and pathetic whimpers. It hurt – more than anything, it hurt – but she had your body trained, knew just what points to hit to get what she wanted out of you. More than that, your body knew that it wasn’t going to end until she reached her goal, until she had you cumming on her tongue for the— god, how many times would this make? You’d lost track after the first dozen, but even if you hadn’t, it would’ve been impossible to tell, impossible to know what she’d accomplished the first time reality started to blur and consciousness was rendered more of revokable privilege than something you’d ever be capable of holding on to without help. In less than a minute, you were grinding against her tongue involuntarily, the movement of your hips stilted and jerky. You couldn’t have called it a real orgasm, not when any pleasure you could’ve felt was so overshadowed by a searing sort of ache, but Yor seemed satisfied – drawing the back of her hand over her chin as she lifted her head, sending Loid a sheepish smile.
“I just, uh,” she started, drumming her fingers over your thigh. “I just did that until they calmed down. I’m not sure if it helped.”
“I see.” Loid, for his part, failed to let his air of stoic professionalism so much as waver. “And how many times did the patient reach climax?”
“…thirty?” Yor let out an airy, nervous laugh. “Maybe more. It… It was a little hard to keep track, in the moment.”
“And they’re still so unruly.” He was kind enough to feign concern, to let his tone soften and purse his lips into a thin frown. For a second, you let yourself believe that you’d just stumbled into a bad situation – that he and his wife were under some shared delusion and genuinely thought they might’ve been helping you, but then you caught a spec of crimson on the collar of Yor’s dress out of the corner of your eye and thought better of trying to humanize them. “Would you mind if I took a closer look?”
The question was posed to Yor, not you. “Please do, you’re the doctor here,” she spouted, hurrying to get out of Loid’s way. Loid was more hesitant, his palm lingering over your mouth as his eyes found yours. He was cold at the best of times – his expression often hollow when he thought your attention was elsewhere, his touch enough to send a chill down your spine on the rare occasion he found an excuse to put his hands on you – but the look he sent you as he uncovered your mouth was nothing short of frigid. The threat was clear, albeit ambiguous. You had no idea what Loid was capable of, let alone what extremes he was willing to go to.
But, you knew what Yor could do – you’d caught her in the act.
And you weren’t eager to find out what’d she’d do to you at her husband’s request.
When his hand finally fell away from your mouth, you didn’t make a sound. Rather, you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek as Loid wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap – his thighs cutting harshly into your stomach. The position was enough to leave your cheeks burning and humiliation tying knots in the back of your throat, but whatever embarrassment you might’ve felt was multiplied ten-fold as his hand ghosted over the buttons lining the back of your dress and your only remaining protective barrier fell away – mutilated fabric now limp and useless beneath you. You started to writhe, but the heel of Loid’s palm found the small of your back, pressing into the base of your spine with just enough force a pained whimper past your lips. Reflectively, Yor moved to reach towards you, but Loid shook his head. “It’s important to test for reactiveness,” he explained, tone flat and steely. “I can take care of bruises and cuts, but lasting nerve damage will make things—” He paused, clicked his tongue. “—difficult.”
“Oh!” Yor clapped her hands together. At least she seemed to sincerely believe that, even if she wasn’t helping you, her husband might be. You couldn’t tell what Loid was thinking, but it couldn’t have been so benevolent. “Is that what you’re doing now? Testing for reactiveness?”
“Exactly.” Loid flashed her a smile. You felt him shift, fish something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. Aching numbness had put you at a distance from his invasive touch before, but Yor’s mouth had done away with that – resurrecting the buzzing sort of hyper-sensitivity that meant you weren’t able to hide the way your hips bucked against his thigh as he slid something sleek and metallic into your drenched pussy. It was oddly shaped – one end tapered and the other flat, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand but still big enough to leave you squirming uncomfortably as Loid pulled back. “Normally, I’d use more intricate equipment, but there are a few experiments I can run on my own.”
You heard nails against metal, a soft click muffled by stiff machinery. After a second of delay, the object inside of you let out an abrupt pulse of pure vibration – harsh and sudden and awful. Your reaction was reflexive, undisguisable. You threw your head forward as you bit back a bubbling, broken moan; waves of intense reverberation beating at the walls of your cunt. There was no time to brace yourself, to grow into the piercing sting – it was already too much. The walls of your pussy clenched around the source of your agony, and before you could think to stifle your reactions, to give them as little as you possibly could, tears were blurring your vision, dripping down your cheeks. Yor cooed, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks. “Poor thing…” she mumbled, before looking up towards Loid. “I don’t think they’re enjoying it.”
Another wave of pulsing reverberation, a jagged cry forced past your lips. “P-please, turn it off, take it out, I can’t—”
It took you a second to process the sound of a palm against flesh, how it might’ve been connected to the bright flash of pain just below the curve of your ass. When you could bring yourself to glance over your shoulder, his hand was raised, his expression stern. The sight was enough to make your heart ache in your chest – a sensitivity which surprised you. You hadn’t thought there was anything the Forgers could do to hurt you more than they already had.
“We’re going out of our way to help you.” It was the same tone he used with Anya when she refused to do her homework or threatened to drop out of her upper-crust academy. Whatever genuine sympathy he might’ve had for you was buried beneath a heavy layer of practiced stoicism and nearly totalitarian authority, turning the words cold where they should’ve been comforting. “It’s unfair to be so ungrateful when Yor’s already sacrificed so much of her time for the sake of your health. Why don’t you apologize to her?”
Again, you heard that same soft click, and the vibrations pulsing out of the object in your cunt doubled in intensity. You let your head fall forward, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to spit something out. “I… I’m sorry, Yor, I didn’t mean to—”
You were cut off by a sharp moan, the feeling of Loid’s fingers tracing over your slit. Soon, the pad of his thumb found your clit, pushing dull circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He let out an airy chuckle as you withered into yourself, your legs spreading involuntarily as your feet struggled to find purchase on carpeting that seemed to be just an inch too far, to ground yourself on something that Loid didn’t even have to try to keep just out of your grasp. “Don’t strain yourself,” he muttered, your unwanted reward for your easy compliance. “How does this—” He pushed a rough pattern into your clit, drawing out a wavering cry. “—feel?”
Miserable. Torturous. The worst thing that’d ever been inflected onto your poor, spent body. You deflated, your chest flattening against Loid’s thighs. “…it hurts.”
This time, he let you finish before pulling back, his palm striking your ass with twice the force he’d used before. You cried out, the noise uneven and anguished, but your pain didn’t seem to rank very high on his nebulous list of concerns. “I’ve already told you not to be so ungrateful,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you know what would’ve happened if we weren’t here to help you?” Another strike, another ragged sob. “You’d be suffering on your own, in excruciating pain and spiraling into your own delusions. If we hadn’t been there to correct you so quickly, you would’ve been unrecoverable.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You were babbling, now, your apologies clumped together and nearly unintelligible. Loid cut in, pointed as ever.
“You’ve already apologized.” Two digits slipped into you, splitting your pussy open. Somehow, the added stimulation only seemed to make his device’s vibration more unbearable. “Now, it’s time to tell Yor how thankful you are.”
“Thank you—” There was no hesitation, no resistance. If you’d been able to, if you hands hadn’t been bound, you would’ve clung to her, dug your nails into her shoulder and your teeth into Loid’s thigh, anything to feel like you weren’t about to fall apart altogether. “Thank you, I’m so— I can’t— Thank you—”
It was Yor, this time – her mouth crashing against yours as her hand found the back of your head. Her tongue slipped past your lips, raking over yours with a ginger sort of tenderness and raking her fingers through your hair, drinking down every little moan and whimper her husband forced out of you with enthusiasm. She lingered there, lips moving gently against yours, as you reached your next climax – the number completely lost on you, now. When she pulled away, eyes glazed over and a dark blush painted over her cheeks, Loid hummed approvingly, fishing his bullet-shaped device out of your pussy and switching it off. Slick dripped down the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving stiltedly against his lap, and you noticed, for the first time, something large and stiff pressing into your stomach. For your own sake, you decided you weren’t going to think about it.
But, like always, Loid was quick to tear even the comfort you found in your own mind away from you.
“You did what you could,” Loid started, with heavy sigh. “But their condition is worse than I thought. It might take more than the usual treatment to set them back on the right path.” A lengthy pause, an arm looped underneath you. With more care than he’d seen fit to show you all night, Loid repositioned you on your back in the center of your bed. You were too exhausted to so much as try to protest. “For cases like this, insemination is the only known cure.”
Yor blinked up at him, more curious than confused. “Insemination?”
“Pregnancy,” Loid filled in. “It can be done artificially, but for cases this severe…”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Weakly, you tried to sit up, but it was Yor that stopped you, this time, pressing her hand flat against your shoulder and pinning you down effortlessly. “If that’s what’s best,” she chimed, her smile wide and brilliant. “Can I help?”
For the first time, Loid’s expression seemed to warm. “Of course.”
Less than a full minute later, you were slotted against Yor, your head resting on her chest and her arms loosely wrapped around your midriff. Loid had reclaimed his position in the space between your open legs, one hand on your hip and the other toying with his clothes, shifting the waist of his now-wrinkled dress pants down just far enough to free his flush cock – already hard, already leaking pearls of arousal. The sight, paired with the breathy sigh he let out as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, was enough to dash any hopes you might’ve had of a last-minute change of heart.
You squirmed in Yor’s hold, your fists balling around your own near ruined sheets as Loid aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t realize you were talking until you heard your own voice, fragile and desperate, nearly too broken to be comprehensible. “Please don’t, I—I’m not sick, please don’t—”
It was Yor who hushed you, this time, smiling as she pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “He’s going to help you,” she whispered, tone simpering where you wished it would be sterile. “You can just sit back and relax while we—” She paused, squeezed you against her playfully. “—make sure you’re alright.”
There was a beat of silence, of stillness. Eventually, you managed to stutter out, “I don’t want your help.”
Loid let out an airy chuckle, tracing the flushed tipped of his cock over your slit. “You don’t have to want anything.” He bowed his head, leaning down far enough to rest his lips against the top of your head. “You’ll need all the help you can get, in a few weeks.”
You didn’t have time to protest, not before he thrust into you – sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke.
You tried to scream, but Yor’s mouth found yours in a moment, swallowing any fractured noises you might’ve been able to make. Loid didn’t seem interested in giving you time to adjust; immediately falling into a rhythm just as forceful and just as cruel as anything else he’d done to you. It wasn’t a question of if it would hurt, anymore, but how badly. The feeling of his not inconsiderably length splitting open your aching pussy alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and his rough thrusts, his shattering pace – all of it only working to agitate the few parts of you that hadn’t already gone numb to his assult. You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to go completely numb, but Yor cooed, one of her hands falling away from you only to find its way to the curve of your stomach, her palm soon pressed flat against your skin. “Miss Anya did mention wanting a younger sister,” she muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. “It’ll be difficult to hide, ‘till it’s over with. There used to be a single mother working at city hall, but the State Security Service paid her a visit and…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But I’m sure that won’t be an issue for you!”
“Of course not.” Loid’s voice was breathy, his attention mostly elsewhere. He did his best to stay composed, to maintain that painstakingly professionally air, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, feel his hips stutter as his pace grew that much more brutal. “We’ll be taking care of you. When you start to show, you’ll move in with us, and—” A groan, a pair of tired eyes allowed to close. “—and if you cooperate, we’ll make it so you don’t have to worry about anything aside from the baby. Any added stress will only make the pregnancy more difficult.”
Loid’s hips pressed against yours, Yor’s mouth on the curve of your neck. “Our little family is growing so quickly.” You could feel her grin against your throat, fangs ready to clamp down at the first sign of resistance. “I can’t wait until you’re better. You’ll be so happy, when you’re in your right mind again.”
Your mouth fell open, but anything you might’ve said died in your throat long before it could ever reach your tongue. There was no pleasure to it, no stimulation other than the same grating sensation and the pinpoints of pressure where Loid’s fingertips dug into your waist, but if your comfort mattered to Loid, he would’ve stopped as soon as he saw what his wife did to you. He cursed under his breath, throwing his hand forward and hauling your rigid body that much closer to his. You didn’t have a chance to brace yourself, to trick your pain-addled mind into believing there was anything you could possibly do to get away from him before he went still, something thick and searing flooding into your unprotected cunt. He lingered there, his cum leaking out of you despite your pussy’s futile attempts to cling to his cock, and for the first time, you let yourself think about what they were taking about – insemination, pregnancy, growing families and new siblings. You let yourself acknowledge the weight of Yor’s hand against your stomach, Loid’s hips against yours. You let yourself breath in, holding the air in your lungs for a moment before exhaling and going limp against Yor.
Fuck.
If you never saw the Forgers again, it’d still be a day too soon.
Yor started to pull away from you, but Loid stopped her. “Conception can be fickle,” he started, fighting not to pant audibly. “It’d be for the best if we were…” His eyes dropped to you. “…thorough.”
“Do you hear that?” Her hold grew that much tighter, her smile that much brighter. Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The feeling might’ve sent a chill down your spine, if you still had the strength to be afraid of them.
When it comes to aftercare Yor toes the line between doting and intense — so dead set on making sure that she didn’t lose control of herself too much in the throes of passion and actually hurry you that she accidentally ended up freaking you out a bit the first few times you were intimate. But once you get used to that particular quirk of hers it gets easier to focus more so on the sweeter side of her that you get to see, the one that’s all flushed cheeks and messy hair and shy smiles as you hold each other close and talk about whatever comes to mind and just exist together. It’s nice. Really nice. Even better when she’s not called out for last minute jobs by the Shop Keeper and gets to stay in bed with you for even longer.
B — Body Part
their favourite part of themselves and their partner.
Yor is pretty neutral about her own body as well as completely oblivious to when or why anyone might be physically attracted to her. That being said, after a few comments from her colleagues about her more feminine features (namely her chest) she starts to favour that part of herself just a bit more — doubly so if you’re a boob person and place a lot of focus there when you’re making out, fooling around, or just having sex.
On you she’d find it difficult to name any specific part of your body that she holds a particular preference towards, finding you attractive as a whole rather than just in parts. That being said, as your relationship becomes more physical she has found her eyes drifting to your throat more and more often — usually combined with some less than appropriate thoughts (like the sounds you make when she sucks and bites on it, how your pulse feels beneath her lips and tongue, how good you look with hickeys, and so on)… and swiftly followed by a moment of deep mortification and shame as she tries (poorly, may I add) to pretend she wasn’t just blatantly undressing you with her eyes. In fact the only thing she’s less subtle about than her partialism towards your throat is her affinity towards knives, so honestly it’s nothing short of a miracle she hasn’t managed to blow her cover yet.
C — Cum
anything about cum.
When she goes down on you she does her best to swallow as she believes that’s what she’s ‘meant’ to do… and she finds it attractive (and very flustering) when you do the same for her. She’s also very prone to squirting after her second orgasm, especially when you’re eating her out — just beware that when she does she’s very likely to clamp her thighs down on your head without realising just how much force she’s putting into the movement and… well… at that point what happens to you is between you and whatever you believe in.
D — Dirty Secret
what’s their dirty secret?
She doesn’t have much in the way of dirty secrets because of her general inexperience. The closest she’s got is that shortly before you two got together she accidentally saw you practically nude while you were getting dressed and she thought about that very brief glimpse she got of your body for far longer than she’d like to admit…
E — Experience
how experienced are they?
Yor has dedicated her life to taking care of her little brother and to her work with Garden so she hasn’t really had the time for relationships or even for casual sex. In fact, you’re the first person she’s ever allowed herself to be intimate with period — and even then it took her a while to get to this point.
F — Favourite Position
what’s their favourite position?
Call her boring or traditional or predictable if you want, but missionary will always be Yor’s favourite position to make love in. It just feels so much more intimate to her and she appreciates the closeness and eye contact… once she gets past the initial overwhelming feeling of being flustered that nearly left you with a shattered jaw, that is.
G — Goofy
are they more serious or playful during sex?
She’s not particularly goofy or playful when you’re having sex — not unless she’s very tipsy, anyway — but she’s also not overly serious. Most days she falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.
H — Hair
how well groomed are they?
Yor has never really been one to wax or shave, and wasn’t until the two of you became a thing and her colleagues at City Hall kept talking to her about what she should be doing to make herself more appealing to you. Utter nonsense, obviously, and she knows that now (keeping her bush trimmed and neat looking, but largely untouched), but for the first few times you were intimate she made a point of waxing herself completely smooth. And, honestly, she did a really good job of it and has yet to get any ingrown hairs or anything even months after stopping.
I — Intimacy
how romantic are they?
She usually makes an effort to be at least someone romantic, and she definitely appreciates it when you make an effort to be romantic with her, but more often than not you two don’t really get the chance to be as romantic as you might like. At least you two more than make up for it with how intimate your aftercare is, though.
J — Jack Off
anything about masturbation.
She doesn’t really masturbate honestly. With a busy schedule and a low libido she doesn’t have the want or the time to do so — and after you two become an item, she doesn’t have the need for it either.
K — Kinks
some of their kinks.
Yor is a very vanilla person and there isn’t a whole lot that she’s actually into, so to speak. The very few things that she enjoys in the bedroom are as follows:
Intoxicated Sex
Praise Kink
Cock/Strap Warming
Lingerie
L — Location
what’s their favourite place to have sex?
Call her traditional or conservative if you’d like, but Yor is someone who would much rather limit all sexual activity to your shared bedroom (or wherever you’re both sleeping when you’re travelling elsewhere). If you’re home alone she can be convinced to fool around in the kitchen or the living room, but still her preference for the bedroom isn’t going to be changing any time soon.
M — Motivation
what turns them on?
Call her simple all you want, but flirting with Yor never fails to leave her feeling all hot and bothered. Bonus points if you combine blatant flirting with physical affection, but just flirting with her after you two start being intimate is usually enough to get her going.
N — No
what are some of their hard limits?
Public play, or anything involving other people, any form of pain play, and anything unsanitary are all things that she outright refuses to do with you. She just can’t bring herself to take any unnecessary risks with your life or your reputations as individuals and as a couple.
O — Oral
anything about oral.
She has a very slight preference for receiving oral over giving, but she’s by no means selfish and she’s more than happy to go down on you if ever you want her to. Or just to return the favour after you’ve eaten her out and she can’t focus on anything other than wanting to make you feel as good as she does.
When she goes down on you, she can only be described as dedicated. Her approach is imperfect, her technique a bit messy and testament to her inexperience, but she more than makes up for it with how visibly focused she is on making you feel good — on improving and on seeking the next movement that will make you keen and cry out for her in that way that never fails to leave her wet and aching. She’s a fast learner too, improving exponentially every time she gets on her knees for you and committing every sensitive spot of yours to memory (finding a more novel use for that same dedication and attention to detail that made her one of Garden’s best) until she’s able to make you feel so good your whole body feels all gooey and floaty and warm. She moans when you cum in her mouth — swallows it all, too.
When she’s receiving oral, Yor is loud. Incredibly so. To the point where you genuinely consider investing in a gag just to minimise the risk of future noise complaints. She’s also very sensitive — either stiff with nerves and the effort it takes her not to accidentally crush your skull between her deceptively plush thighs, or so twitchy that even the barest brush of your tongue against her slit is enough to have her whole body arching shakily off of the bed — and as mentioned previously very prone to squirting and soaking your face and the bed beneath you with her cum when you eat her out.
P — Pace
fast or slow? gentle or rough?
Yor is usually either a touch too gentle with you, or a bit rougher than she intends to be — which is due to her either hyperfocusing on her strength and trying her best to not hurt you, or her losing control a bit in the heat of the moment and accidentally going harder with you than she means to — but as far as the speed goes she pretty much always prefers a slower pace. Enjoying the journey, the slow build of pleasure, just as much as she does the release itself.
Q — Quickies
what is their opinion about quickies?
Between her low libido, busy schedule, and preference for proper sex, it’s safe to say that quickies aren’t exactly going to be a common occurrence in your relationship with Yor. Not to say that they never happen, just that they are exceptionally rare.
R — Risk
are they willing to experiment?
Yor isn’t someone who is willing to take risks with you unless she is absolutely certain you will both enjoy whatever you want to try out. Sure she can be a bit oblivious sometimes, but she’s not an idiot and not about to put you in any kind of danger no matter how much you beg for her to reconsider — you’re much too precious to her for that.
S — Stamina
how long can they last?
After years of training to be the perfect assassin Yor’s stamina borders on inhuman, and she could easily last out something like actual marathon sex if you both had the time and desire to try it out. That being said, she usually taps out after two rounds at most because that’s all you two really have the time for — especially on days where you both have work or other responsibilities to attend to that don’t involve getting each other off.
T — Toys
do they own any toys? would they use them?
She doesn’t own any toys of her own, and if you asked her to start using some to spice up your sex life she would much prefer that you both stick to the simple stuff. Think along the lines of reasonably sized dildos, small vibrators, a strap if you want her to top — nothing too elaborate or exotic (like novelty phalluses, suction toys, or whatever else).
U — Unfair
do they like to tease/be teased?
Not a big fan of teasing or denial in any of its forms. Yor much prefers doting and indulgence — both giving it and receiving it — and she struggles so much with refusing you that she’d pretty much cave immediately if you two ever tried to do anything adjacent to orgasm denial or edging.
V — Vocal
how loud are they?
Yor is really quiet in bed but this is a conscious effort of hers as she is petrified of making an embarrassing sound and putting you off of her for good. So she does whatever she can to minimise the noise she makes and to muffle whatever she can’t swallow down — limiting herself to shaky gasps, breathy whines, quiet cracking whispers, and the occasional moan that’s so quiet you can barely hear it unless she’s right against your ear. But if you somehow manage to overwhelm her to the point where she completely loses herself to the moment you’ll find her to be exceptionally vocal and very loud when she’s cumming — much to her mortification after the fact when she comes to her senses.
W — Wild Card
a random nsfw headcanon for the character.
Despite her fondness for all things sharp and deadly, Yor made the difficult decision to keep all knives out of the bedroom and relegate that particular kink of hers to a ‘fantasy only’ thing. Not because she doesn’t find the idea of carving you up and drawing a reasonable amount of blood attractive (because she absolutely does). Nor because she doesn’t think she could safely cut into you without actually harming you (because she absolutely could). Or even because she doesn’t like the thought of mixing pain and pleasure through the use of one of her beloved blades (because that couldn’t be further from the truth). She just refuses to mix the two because she doesn’t want to mix her civilian and assassin identities too closely and run the risk of you discovering her secret life with Garden and leaving her because of it. So she sacrificed her chance of testing out this particular kink of hers for the sake of remaining by your side for as long as possible.
X — X-Ray
what do they look like under their clothes?
She has a small scar on her backside from an unfortunately angled gunshot as well a longer, faded scar on her lower stomach that she acquired during her early days working with Garden. Aside from those she also had some stretch marks on her inner thighs, three small moles on the right side of her v line, and a clit that’s so small that even when she’s aroused you need to physically pull back the hood just to see it.
Y — Yearning
how high is their libido?
All things considered, Yor actually has a pretty low libido. She’ll only really initiate anything sexual with you at most once a week — maybe more often if she’s tipsy or just in a very good mood — and anything more than that will be up to you to start.
Z — Zzzz
how quickly do they fall asleep after sex?
Yor usually falls asleep pretty quickly after you two have had sex. Usually around fifteen minutes or so afterwards unless she’s had a bit to drink or is otherwise much too exhausted to go through your usual aftercare routine (e.g. after a long shift at City Hall followed by an assignment from the Shop Keeper).
Yor loves you with all her heart, and she'll try to be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for even if that might include lying to you to protect you.
She tries to show her love in a lot of different ways it might be a simple I love you to remind you or a warm hug and kiss on the cheek she also regularly gives you gifts with money she gets from her job and to top it all off she absolutely loves spending quality time with you. Ultimately there isn't a love language that she won't show to you
Please, whatever you do, do not let this woman cook. She has good intentions, but whenever she gets into the kitchen, it's not guaranteed whatever she makes will be edible, teaching her how to cook is a great idea to spend some time together though.
She normally likes relaxing dates where there isn't much to do like cuddling while watching a movie at home or just a relaxing stroll trough a park.
She actually gets pretty protective of you in public and easily jealous by extension. When she sees a girl who is trying to flirt with you or someone who she thinks might hurt you, she holds your hand really tightly (almost breaking it because of her strength) while glaring at the person.
She obviously won't tell you about her assassin job to protect you (and maybe cause she's scared of what you'll think of her) she'll try her best to hide it even if she slips up some times. She loves you too much to risk you getting involved with her thorn princess life.
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Happy Late Mother's Day! This chapter is a base yandere headcanon for Yor Forger from Spy X Family! Please enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: Yor Forger is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yor Forger X Gender Neutral Reader From Spy X Family-
.Yor is an assassin, and she is a civil worker who has a very good mothering and sistering nature.
.She is really adorable and pure, and even at her age, she has never kissed anyone before, as she wanted it to be with someone she loved.
.That someone was you, the love of her life, and she cannot help but have such strong feelings for you.
.She is socially awkward and does not understand full social norms.
.So she would try and figure out how to be a good partner for you, such as asking them how to get someone like you interested in her.
.She is a very polite yandere and would be so polite that she would be honored to take her rivals' lives when she gets rid of them.
.She wants the safety of her country and, of course, you, and she kills her rivals because that way she can keep you safe and sound.
.So, killing any and all rivals would be how she deals with them because she wants to keep you safe and sound.
.She would make sure that these rivals never had a chance with you and that they never crossed that line with you because she would have killed them before they even got the chance to do it.
.She is a very, Very, VERY protective yandere, and she will even use her groceries as a weapon to deal with anyone who tries to dare a filthy hand onto you.
.She makes it clear that she is your girlfriend, lover, fiancé, or even wife! That if they did not want to end up with their brain matter on the street, then they better leave you alone!
.She would be so sorry if she scared you, because she would do her best to keep that she is an assassin away from you, she did not want you to see that part of her world.
.She would do everything to keep you safe from that world.
.She is very sweet and kind and is such a loving woman. She is so sweet and loving to you and loves to be there for you.
.She does her best to get better at cooking for you, and she does her best to become a better partner.
.She is the type of yandere who does not think she is perfect for you. Which is actually very rare for yanderes.
.She is the type of yandere that does not think she is good enough for you and is always looking to improve herself so she can be your girlfriend, lover, fiancé, and one day wife!
.She is a determined yandere who would not give up being the best that she can be for you.
.Her goal is one day to be the perfect wife to you, and if you and she are so lucky, to be a good mother and co-parent to any of the children you two may decide to have together.
.She can be very naive and clueless, outside the work of her assassin, so she would not fully know when you are in love with her, or if you were not in love with her! (It is never anything else until you flat out tell her!)
.She just has no clue when someone is attracted to her, and she does not know how to show her love for you.
.She does consider things like ripping the heart of her rivals and offering it to you as a token of her love, but again, she knows that would probably gross you out, and she does not want you to think that she is gross.
.She feels like she is a failure as your significant other and does not know how she would make you know how much she loves you and how much she adores you!
.She is also shy and has no clue about romance, so when you show your interest in her, she would be so flustered.
.She is so shy and would need you to take the lead on kissing and in the bedroom.
.Unless she is drunk! If she is drinking, she ends up showing her real feelings and being super confident, she can tell you how she feels and how much she loves you.
.She would even be more assertive and pin you down to kiss you and make you see how much she loves you.
.Of course, when she sobers up, she is so embarrassed, how could she have been so forward with you, how could she have done such a thing?
.She is afraid that you would have rejected her at this point, because this is how she confesses to you. She gets drunk and confesses how she feels.
.If you accepted her love, she would be so flustered that you actually said yes to her less-than-graceful confession, and she would have probably passed out on you, or in your arms.
.If you did not accept her love, she would be devastated. She knew she was not good enough for you, but she did not give up!
.She might be the type of yandere that does not think she is good enough for you, but like I said, she is also the type of yandere that would always improve herself to be with you!
.So one day she can win you over and make you hers.
.She would also be a yandere who is slightly jealous and would see that if you had another woman in your life, that woman is a threat to her love for you.
.She would at the very least kill that woman for trying to get close to you, and she would most likely kill the possible rival as soon as she knows for certain that they are a rival.
.She would also be the type to stalk you a bit, she knows it is not fair to you, but she needs to make sure that she has no true rivals and that you are all hers!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
