#loid imagine

[domxmarvel]

My one priority

Masterlist

Pairing: Loid x Female!Reader x Yor

Slot: “No,I’m dating the both/all of them” + Dates + “I only have two hands,I can’t hold hands with all of you”

Anya was running around getting ready to go to the aquarium,Loid had been extremely busy for the last week and barely spent time with each other.

“Y/N,you look beautiful”

“Thank you,so do you Yor” You heard the door to Loid’s room open and close,he still looked exhausted,Yor suggested canceling the outing which you agreed but Loid insisted that you go. You were worried all the way to the aquarium,Loid still looked exhausted,you could tell he was pushing through like every parent does. You started thinking about what you could do to help,since he refused to stay in and rest. “Loid,I brought you some coffee. I’m sure neither Yor or Anya would’ve been sad if you canceled,you’re exhausted don’t tell me you’re overworking yourself” He smiled,taking a sip of the coffee.

“I really appreciate you caring so much,but I promise I’m fine. Anya was so excited and I didn’t want to disappoint her”

“She’s lucky to have you”

“And I’m lucky to have all of you” He put his arm around you pulling you closer to him,to kiss your cheek. The aquarium was surprisingly empty but somehow you ran into your neighbors of all people,at least that’s what Loid told you,you still haven’t met them. You walked up to greet them as a group. 

“I didn’t know Anya had an older sister” You looked at you while saying it,did she really think you were her older sister?

“Oh,I’m not”

“No,this is mommy,” Anya interrupted,pointing to you. They all looked confused. 

“I thought you two were married?” She gestured to Loid and Yor,before you could answer Anya interrupted again.

“No,this is mama” She moved to Yor “and this is mommy” She moved to you. They were too stunned to speak

“I’m married to both of them”

“We’re all married,” Loid explained,dumbing it down to them. Anya grabbed your hand and Yor’s.

“We’re gonna be late for the penguins” You said your goodbyes,as you walked away you could feel them judging you,but you didn’t care about anyone other than your family right now. You could feel Anya gripping your hand tighter,making you look down at her.

“What’s wrong Anya?” You stopped and knelt down to her height,she hugged you. 

“I like having two moms” 

“Thank you Anya,that makes me really happy” You smiled but she still looked sad. “Is there something else,you look sad”

“I wanna hold hands with all three of you,but I only have two” 

“How about we take turns?” Yor suggested and Ayan smiled intensity. It didn’t matter what anyone said or thought,this family although fake is your priority.

[reidenart]

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Loving Suffocation.

A Continuation Of This Piece.

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.

“Loid’s going to take very good care of you.”

[randomsprinkles]

You tell yourself that Loid

[daddy-suguru]

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ Eren, Mikasa, Yor, Loid, Suguru, Satoru, Shoko, Sukuna, Kento and Toji

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit and fluffy, wxw, mxw, aftercare, morning sex, somnophilia, cock warming, praise, making you cum as a part of aftercare, double-ended dildo, strap-on, satoru ‘pretends’ he can’t hear you, grinding, teasing, monster fucking, sukuna’s true form, dp - anal and pussy, (sukuna)breeding - no chance of pregnancy, (loid)breeding - with talk of making you a mom, plugging you full of cum, kento spits wine into your mouth, cock sucking/deepthroating, squirting, light degradation, begging, pausing in the middle of sex and it becoming cuddling as a form of teasing , sukuna lets himself be soft since you are asleep, getting fucked to sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

Rubbing your bruising hips, Every time his hand stops he gives you a gentle squeeze. Eren’s warm large hands are soothing and comforting. His soft touch as he slowly drags his hand up along the shape of your hips is in sharp contrast to the angry grip he had earlier.

Someone had stared too long, Eren couldn’t calm down after telling off the guy. Which had led to Eren needing to hear you say you are his. With possessive and lingering touches that had you crying out his name.

Eren keeps his voice low when he asks you, “Sweet mama I made you cum enough? But if you want to be greedy..” His voice trails off while he slips one hand in between your thighs. Which Eren keeps spread apart with his own thick ones.

Leaning down and softly kissing the top of your head. While dragging his fingers along your puffy lips, wrapped around the base of his softening cock. Which is keeping his warm cum deep inside of you.

Leaning down and softly kissing the top of your head. While dragging his fingers along your puffy lips, wrapped around the base of his softening cock. Which is keeping his warm cum deep inside of you.

Leaning down and softly kissing the top of your head. While dragging his fingers along your puffy lips, wrapped around the base of his softening cock. Which is keeping his warm cum deep inside of you.

Eren says, “It’s addicting, feeling your soft, squishy pussy gushing around me.” Trailing his fingers up along the puffy curve your lips give to while wrapping around Eren, up to your clit. Softly rub small circles on your clit.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚

Mikasa’s cheeks are a soft pink and her chest is rising and falling with quick short pants. While she comes to a stop, her hips grinding one last time, making against yours. As the double-ended dildo vanishes from sight in between both of you.

The tremble in her muscular legs became a soft quiver. While you flick your tongue over the flat of Mikasa’s budded-up soft pink nipple. The feeling went down to her clit. And she loves the way her breasts squish on your face, covering up to your eyes. While you stare up at her, taking in her jawline covered in red bite marks from you.

Slowly she pulls away and her nipple slips out of your mouth with a loud pop. The fat of her tit ripples from it, the sight making you lick your lips. And you can’t help but grab her breasts, massaging them.

Smiling up at her as you ask, “You with me princess?.” Mikasa always needs a moment to gather herself after she cums. The way she becomes breathless and speechless, with wide starry eyes. It’s one of your favorite things about her.

A few more seconds pass before she softly hums, “Mmm…” her words slur together when she asks you, “Can we sit like this for a little while?” Moving your hands from her breasts to her face, cupping her gently.

Leaning up and softly kissing the tip of her nose and telling her, “Of course princess, we can lay down like this.” Her smile grows as she moves her lips down to yours. While slowly leaning back with her.

Mikasa and you roll over, after your back hits the bed, and she lifts her leg up over your hip, pulling you close. Keeping the long, thick dildo that is connecting both of you inside of her.

Mikasa breaks the kiss, not even pulling away as she mumbles against your lips, “I love being connected like this with you.” She places one of her hands on top of yours, pulling your hand from her face. And lacing her fingers in between yours.

𝐲𝐨𝐫

Biting into her bottom lip while a deep red blush over comes her cheeks. Yor pauses with the towel on top of her head, her attention on your strap-on hanging between your legs. While you sit on the sofa with your legs spread apart.

Slowly Yor makes out, “Oh! You! Uhh, please.” While slowly pulled her towel off her head, letting her long dark hair fall. She bites into her bottom lip, getting too flustered to ask.

Motioning for her to come close, asking her, “Please what?” When the two of you first got together Yor used to get so nervous she couldn’t move. But now she can take small steps towards you, her thick thighs rubbing together.

Standing in front of you and staring at the ground she mumbles, “Please can I sit on your lap, with…” she has to pause for a moment while she covers her face. With her long dark hair had slipped over her shoulders, framing the sides of her deeply blushing face.

Placing your thumb on her clit, softly rubbing small circles. She drops one of her hands to grab your wrist, holding your hand there. As her hips shutter, grinding her clit on her thumb. While you softly say,

“With what?” Trying to coax the rest of the words out of her. With her now looking at you, you grab your dildo and hold it up for her. And the soft whine she makes has your pussy clenching around nothing.

Moving her hand to cup her own cheek, she asks, “With your cock inside of me.” Pulling your hand away, you lean in and softly kiss her clit. Giving her a sloppy open mouth kiss, sucking her soft bud into your mouth. Before pulling away and telling Yor,

“Fill yourself up full of my cock then.”

𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝

White thick cum trails behind Loid’s cock when he slips himself out of you. And the sight of it has Loid pushing himself back into your wet heat. Before he softens up to where he couldn’t use his cock to plug you up.

Loid places his hand on your stomach, pushing down. The added pressure has you feeling every inch of Loid more acutely than before. Groaning loudly as he has to pause for a second. While your soft, wet pussy squeezing him becomes too much for him.

Halfway inside of you, Loid says, “Can’t let my cum leak out, not after you did so well begging for it.” You adore how he looks above you, with his messy blonde hair, soft eyes, and pink cheeks.

Your favorite part is how he bites into his bottom lip when he moves again. Pushing himself balls deep inside of you. And the heavy groans he makes goes straight to your dripping pussy.

You softly whimper, “It feels so warm, I want more of it.” Loid lets go of his bottom lip which is puffy from the number of times he bit into it. And then he moves his hand from your stomach, to your hips.

Rolling onto his back, moving you with him, laughter passes your lips while you rest on top of Loid’s tall, muscular body. He smiles and says, “Do you want me to only cum in your pussy from now on my love?” Loid grabs your hips and squeezes you softly while you plead with him,

“Please, want you to make me a cream pie every time. I’ll be a good girl and earn it however you want me to.” Loid always the strict dom, who enjoys edging you as his way of seeing if you will behave and earn the right to cum. Or if you would give in to your frustration and be a brat for him to discipline.

Moving his hand from your hips, down to your ass. Which he softly cups, enjoying the way your ass feels in his hand. He says to you,

“I know you will. You are going to be such a beautiful Mommy for me and eventually suck the milk out of your breasts as they swell up.”

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Grinding your hips, unable to look away from Suguru’s cock that is trapped between your lips. While your rub your clit on him and when the ridge of his head brushes your clit, you can’t think of anything else but of Suguru’s cock.

Whining, “Please can I sit on your cock.” The needy request has Suguru’s grin stretching into a smirk. Which only makes you whine in frustration as Suguru keeps guiding your hips.

He tells you, “Not until you cum again by rubbing yourself on my cock like the needy little whore you are for me.” After you had finished too quickly the first time, in your eagerness you had forgotten to put on a show. Which left Suguru unsatisfied since he so badly craves seeing the building desperation to have him inside of you.

Begging Suguru, “I can’t need you inside me, please I can’t stand waiting anymore. Please Suga, Please Suga, Pleeeease. I need you inside me, want to feel you.” Guiding your hips up, slipping your clit over his head, and then pushing your hips down.

His thick head catches on your dripping hole. And the way your pussy splits open for him, tightly wrapping around his cock. Cause you to whine,

“SUUUGAANnnnnh!” Staring up at your tall husband with wide eyes, dragging your nails down his chest. Which adds more pink scratches to his chest to the fading ones you created last night. When he had woken you up in the middle of the night, by putting you into a matting press while he pounded into your rougher with each thrust.

You lift your hips, only for Suguru to push your hips back down and keep your hips down. And any attempt to move it made useless in his tight grasp. He then reminds you by saying,

“You told me you can’t cum anymore, so I was thinking we could sit here and cuddle for a little while. Until you can convince me, you can cum some more for me.” You let out a whine as Suguru leans down to press a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. Before he sighs, “I love hearing you whine for me.”

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

It is rare to wake up to Satoru still in bed, with his heavy arm draped around you. And his hard chest pressed against your back. While his cock is hard inside of you, occasionally twitching.

Satoru isn’t very thick, but the soft stretch he gives is noticeable. His hard head rubs your cervix, while he presses teasingly against your sweet spot. And when you squeeze him, Satoru softly whines in his sleep.

Slowly move your hips away, only for his grip around your waist to tighten. Pulling your hips back and burying his cock back inside of you. While he mumbles,

“I’ve been awake for an hour now, just holding you. I wish to have more lazy mornings with you in bed. You feel so soft and warm princess, couldn’t help but need to slip my morning wood inside nngh do that again.” Even so early in the morning, Satoru rambles until you clench around him, distracting him.

Clenching yourself around Satoru repeatedly, he rolls you onto your stomach. Grabbing both of your hands over your head. He lies on top of you, bending his legs, straddling your ass, and keeping himself deep inside of you.

Satoru’s chest is pressing your head into the pillow. While he lays his head on the fluffy pillow above your head. A large grin on his pale pink lips as you slowly turn your head to the side so you can get a breath of air. Which you used to gasp out,

“Mooove please.” Too impatient to wait any longer. Yet Satoru only slips his fingers through yours. While he keeps you pinned the heavy weight of his body and your hands above your head.

Satoru lifts his head up and says, “Can’t understand what your speaking into the pillow!” Before face planting back into the pillow and giving a grinding, teasing roll of his hips. Then becoming still on top of you once more, chuckling as you whine in frustration underneath him.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨

Slowing the pace of your hips, letting go of Shoko’s soft and squishy thighs. And placing a hand next to her head, cupping her cheek with the other hand. Admiring the hazy look on her face while her brown hair, pools underneath her head.

Telling Shoko, “I love seeing you squirt, always so beautiful. The way your eyes roll back and your hips won’t stop jerking. It’s all so beautiful.” You lean forward kissing Shoko’s forehead. While she rubs your sides, slowly trailing her fingertips along the shape of your body.

She sleepily mumbles, “Hmm you have me too tired and hazy to stress about anything.” Smiling while covering Shoko’s face with kisses. And as you are trying to pull away Shoko wraps her legs around your waist.

Hovering above Shoko’s lips and saying, “You want to cock warm down here for a little while. You can’t blame me if I doze off.” Pressing your lips to Shoko’s soft ones. Which still has a bit of the pina-colada-smelling gloss still coating her lips.

Softly whimpering against her lips as she parts hers. Slip your tongue inside her mouth as she moans into your mouth. While you gently grind your hips, shallowly pumping your cock into her sensitive pussy. While she ruts her hips down, making the nub on the inside of the strap-on rub your clit.

Stilling your hips when you break the kiss, catching your breath. While Shoko is heavily breathing underneath you. And you can’t help but lean down and press a kiss on the tip of her nose. Before laying down on top of her.

Burying your face into her neck. While she wraps her arms around you, squeezing you close. Her soft breasts squishing against you. And the thick strap-on makes a bulge in her stomach that you can feel pressing into you.

Shoko softly says, “This is so cozy. I could cock warm with you down here for hours. I love your idea of having these pillows and blankets on the floor in front of this mirror.” The soft lights of the candles and the string of lights on the ceiling add to the softness of the moment. Which she didn’t want to end just yet.

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Your eyes can’t stay open any longer. The soft haziness of the afterglow after he rearranged your guts with both of his cock has you falling fast into a heavy sleep. While your head rests on his chest.

Sukuna had disturbed the little sleep you were getting banging on your door at three in the morning. Interested in a booty call regardless of not saying anything previously. Since he hadn’t planned to show up at yours.

In fact, he had tried to talk himself out of it. But the way your pussy squeezes both of his cocks, taking everything just how he needs to give it. And the cries of his name won’t leave his head.

Softly mumbling, “Why do you have to be addicting? Wake up!” He hates how whiney he is getting at the lack of attention from you. But with you being asleep he allows himself to complain about your human limitations.

Stilling your hips but keeping his grasp on your hips firm. While wrapping one of his top arms around your waist. As he cups the back of your hand with his last free hand. He grumbles,

“I don’t want to be done yet, my cocks are hard. Princess!” Softly shake your sleeping body for a little. While he calls you a nickname, he wouldn’t dare utter it when you are awake.

Sukuna’s cocks throbs inside of you, stretching you out. While he plugs three loads of thick cum deep in you, knowing that he can’t get you pregnant. And when he gets around to lifting your sleepy self off of himself, so much cum is going to trickle out of both your pussy and ass.

Thinking about it is keeping Sukuna’s cocks hard. While he mumbles, “I guess you can sleep on me for a little while. But don’t get used to it.”

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Swirling the wine in his glass while he had his other hand on the top of your head. While you bob your head up and down, deep throating his cock. Gagging around him every time your nose touches the short blonde patch of hair above his cock. Where you pause for a moment.

Your throat squeezes Kento’s thick, veiny cock while he takes a small sip of the wine. His dark eyes focused on you, as you pull out of your mouth inch by inch. Until your lips are wrapping around his fat head.

Swallowing his sip of wine while you swirl your tongue around Kento’s head. He tells you, “Darling you want to sip?” And you pull Kento out of your mouth with a loud pop.

Sitting back on your heels and saying, “Please, baby.” Kento moves his hand from the top of your head, grabbing your jaw lightly. And without him having to tell you, you stick out your tongue as Kento takes a sip.

Kento leans forward to spit the wine into your mouth. Your pussy throbbing as the liquid trickles into your mouth. And when the last drop passes Kento’s lip, he says,

“Swallow and then sit on my cock, since you’re being such a good girl for me tonight. I’ll let you have your reward early.” He leans back into the sofa and holds his large glass of wine aside. While you stand up and straddle his hips.

Softly purrs to Kento, “Thank you, sweetie I love the way your cock feels inside of me. And the wine you picked tastes so good.” You reach down to grab Kento’s cock, holding him up, and lining him up.

Sinking yourself down on him, taking Kento inch by inch. While his grasp on the wine glass tightens. And you lean forward to press soft kisses along his jawline. As his hand settles on your hip, giving you a soft squeeze.

Kento groans, “So good for me darling, with your wet pussy squeezing me just right. You can’t bounce yourself on my cock till I finish my glass of wine. And sadly for you, I’m thinking about pouring a little more into my glass. So I hope you are comfortable.”

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢

The sight of your bulky and often grumpy boyfriend sitting shirtless in his sweats on the sofa. With a cold beer in his hand and a cig between his lips. And based on the slight dampness to his hair, he hadn’t been home long.

The sight of him makes some of the stress rolls off your shoulder. As you ask him bluntly, “Can I sit on your cock?” Toji arches a brow as he blows out a puff of smoke. And then takes a swing of his drink, tilting his head back as he does.

Closing the small gap while he grabs his sweatpants and pushes them down. Kicking them aside while you finish by telling him,

“I need to feel your skin on mine. With your arms around me cuddles. I’m going to fall asleep on you.” You quickly shed your clothes, slipping your underwear off. While Toji sets his beer on the side table next to him.

You reach back to unclasp your bra down to your bra before Toji grabs your hands. Which Toji places by your side and then let’s go. Before he reaches behind you to undo your bra while he says,

“Ok, ma but in an hour thirty I’m waking you up to order some food.” Slipping your straps off your shoulders and leaning forward, gently kiss the marks left behind. While you softly sigh,

“That sounds wonderful, mmm Toji.” He bites down on your shoulder while he pulls you onto his lap. Where he arranges you on his lap, making you straddle him in a way he knows is most comfortable for both of you.

Lightly pinching your nipple between two of his calloused fingers. While he holds his cock up, for you to push yourself down on. You can only take Toji’s fat cock head, before you had to pause, letting yourself get used to his girth.

Toji lets go of your hip to your clit while he toys with your clit, trying to lace the discomfort with pleasure. Since beforehand Toji normally has to prep you with his thick fingers before he can fuck his cum into you.

Softly he hums, “That’s it, take your time with your cock mama.”

[fijiwater33]

One day at the Forger family cookout:

Yuri: I knew Chloe was the one when she slapped some sense into me that day.

Loid: Well at least we have one thing in common

Damian: *relates quietly and takes a drink of his soda*

[aerequets]

they Hug

[tootiecakes234]

Men that you can turn your brain off with.

You guys going on a trip 5 hours away, he’s driving the entire way while you relax.

Making plans to go across the country, all you have to do it pack your things. He books the tickets, reservations, and outings. He even gives you his card to go get yourself new things to take on the trip with you.

About to make a big investment together, don’t even worry. All you have to do is be there to the sign your signature.

Having a big date night, he has everything in order for you to go, relax and enjoy yourself.

Unless he’s super busy, he’ll usually always plans out your meals for you. Even if you have to work, he’d order lunch to be delivered to you or pack your lunch before you leave the house.

He gives you the ultimate princess treatment always. You’re just there to grace him with your presence and have a great time.

*I just want to be a cute ditzy gf🤭

* Eijirou Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Nanami Kento, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Aki Hayakawa, loid Forger, Kakashi Hatake… any of your faves.

[local-lamppost]

Something I've Been Reminded Of

Spoilers for Ch 86

Kicking off season 2 of Spy x Family we have the long awaited date of Loid and Yor-which was just lovely-and in that we got this line from Loid:

Of course, this is just him drastically missing the actual cause of Yor's poor mood, but Agent Twilight believes that he has made Yor cross with him for asking for help running the household. This is a marriage of convenience after all, not an actual partnership.

While it's never made the forefront of a scene, at least not in an overtly plot heavy way, Loid is often shown doing the majority of the house work. He cooks, cleans, helps Anya study, cares for Bond, etc. He'll even make sure that dinner is ready for Yor when she comes home late. Not to say Yor doesn't do anything, she's often shown preparing drinks and will help clean up now and then, but the implication is that Loid does 90% of the chores along with raising Anya, caring for Bond, his work as a fake psychiatrist, his work as an actual spy, along with whatever day trips/misadventures the family gets up to.

But he will not ask for Yor's help, because this whole thing is a marriage of connivence; it's 'for the mission'.

Then we get chapter 86. Twilight is hurt from a gun fight with his brother-in-law, has just faced a representation of his worst traits in Winston, and gotten into a "fight" with Yor which he has no idea the cause of. Loid has officially been pushed to the limit and the moment he gets home-the moment he feels safe-the sight of Yor smiling through the threshold causes him to collapse and ask:

And Yor:

Which shocks Twilight. He is at his lowest point and is expecting for Yor to actually get upset with him, under the impression that she'll see his need for help as a burden.

Yor has always been eager to help Loid, but never wanted to overstep this unspoken boundary they have. She isn't his actual wife, not actually Anya's birth mother. She's there to keep up appearances, it's not her place to be a wife helping her husband. She will still hesitate around Anya for actions that are unavoidably motherly. It's not her place, Loid is handling it even if he's struggling.

Which is why Yor is glad to be asked for help.

How many characters both acknowledge Twilight needs help and actually offer help? Let alone with no ulterior motives. WISE is under the impression that everything they ask is within Twilight's capabilities and even Franky, the only person in his life who could be considered a friend, needs to maintain a certain distance as to not arouse suspicion for either of them.

Yor's position as mother for the Forger family has granted her both the closeness needed to see how ragged Loid's been run, but also be in a position to offer help that can be reciprocated. The only thing holding her back has been Loid not asking for assistance and her being to worried for her position in the family to ask.

And now that Loid has reached out, Yor will do all she can to ease his burdens. Even with Twilight resolving to be better, to be the perfect spy he's been slipping from, I don't think Yor's going to let him go back to bad habits. He needs help, he's asked for help, she's going to help.

Yor is going to aggressively care for Loid, and through shenanigins break down those barriers of his.

[ritasanderson]

Albrecht "i should hire this guy named Loid to help me in the labs, what could go wrong" Entrati

[the-sage-libriomancer]

finally got around to watching ep6 and i am FASCINATED by how well it demonstrates yor and loid's differing talents and priorities. yor is extremely good at using ingenuity to kill/incapacitate threats on sight (especially in a discreet manner), and yet she isn't actually able to identify other assassins, nor is she wary of listening devices at all. then you cut to loid and realize that he's already clocked all the listening devices and suspicious characters all around the boat, and the only reason he hasn't taken care of them or investigated is simply because he doesn't think they're a threat to him (which is reasonable - his presence on the cruise was last minute, all the listening devices seem to be indiscriminate, and none of the suspicious people have paid any attention to loid since he got on the boat).

i think the fact that yor recognizes "bloodlust" and loid recognizes "suspicious activity" really highlights how different their training is: yor needs to be on guard against people who want to kill her, while loid's job as a spy requires him to catch small details that expose other spies. they both notice the threats in different ways, and had loid and yor been working together to protect olka and her son, they would have covered each other's blind spots beautifully - loid would've immediately spotted threats like the assassins in the crowded room, leaving yor to deal with them quickly and quietly. i'm looking forward to seeing what a power couple they are once all the secrets are out and they can finally work as a team.

[domxmarvel]

Comfort zone

Masterlist 

Pairing: Loid x Female!Reader x Yor

Slot:Extra affection + Cuddling

It was getting pretty late,usually they’d both be home before this time but there was no sight of them. You were starting to worry but figured it was for the best if you put Anya to bed so she wouldn’t get worried. 

“Come on Anya,bedtime” as you were getting Anya ready your mind started wondering,what if something happened to them? Before you could get through another thought you heard the door open. Anya ran past you to see who came back. It was Yor,she looked exhausted and was barely standing up. 

"Anya get to bed I'll be there to tuck you in '' She ran off as you walked up to Yor. "Rough day?" She leaned down,resting her head on your shoulder. 

“Yes” You led her to the couch and sat her down,the last time you tried leading her to the bedroom she fell asleep on you and you ended up stuck in the hallway with her on top of you. You didn't want to move her,mostly because she was far too heavy for you to move her,you were stuck until Loid got back to help you. You quickly tucked in Anya before going back to Yor. She was already asleep,it was too late to move her and you didn't want to wake her. Grabbing a blanket you covered her but before you could fully stand up,she grabbed your hand.

“Stay,” She said,her voice low and sleepy. “Please” You sat down and she propped her head on your lap,letting you play with her hair. She was completely asleep when Loid came back,immediately making eye contact with you. 

“Do you need me to save you again?” He smiled,even though you could see that he was seconds away from falling asleep.

“You look tired” 

“Work dragged on today,sorry I didn’t call” He took off his hat and jacket,hanging them by the door. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to pick Yor up,but you stopped him,not wanting to wake her up. He went into his room and you wanted to wait a bit before moving,but you didn’t expect Loid to come back. He had changed clothes and was holding a blanket with two pillows. “You should get some sleep too” He put the pillow behind you and wrapped the blanket around you.

“You’re not gonna join us?” He gave you a small tired smile.

“I’ll just grab another blanket”

The next morning you woke up not on the couch but in a bed,you looked at the time it was later than you’d usually wake up. You got up and left the room,to find everyone at the table. 

“Oh good morning Y/N” Yor came up to you with a cup of coffee. “I made you coffee”

“Thank you” You sat down and Loid set down a plate in front of you,before he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

[pjs-everyday]

*immediately loses their cool* lmao 🤓 // linework >> grayscale // ko-fi

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Third Party.

Pairing: YandereLoid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (Spy x Family).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Post-Reveal AU, Reader Is Sketchy, Implied Murder/Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Cheating (?).

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

You let the words ebb into a lazy drawl, dragging your fingertips down the length of his spine as you nuzzled into his back. Loid’s skin was a patchwork of scars, no more pleasant to run your hands over than dulled sea glass or sandpaper, but you did your best to savor it, to let your lips ghost over a blossoming field of discolored bruises before your attention rose higher – to the rows of fresh nail-marks that’d been carved from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Most of his injuries had been left by his patients, permanent testaments to his dedication to his work, but those scratches had been your doing. A little present for the kindhearted wife he was going home to, sooner or later.

The thought filled you with a smoldering sort of zeal, quick to gnaw at your better judgment and infest the empty void where your guilt should’ve been. You swallowed down your excitement, taking instead to slotting yourself against him as if you weren't praying for him to leave, as if you didn't have anything better to do than press your cheek against the nape of his neck, string your arms over his shoulders, and beg him to stay. “We never get to see each other, anymore. I miss you so much when we’re not together – it feels like someone’s trying to carve my heart out of my chest.”

Sappy, overly sentimental, almost embarrassingly aggrandizing towards the object of your affection. The type of praise that’d only appeal to a man who thought himself enough deserve not just his wife to confide in during the day, but a lover who would spend their nights at his side in faded hotel rooms, between sheets that’d seen better days. This one was nicer than most – the sheets unstained, the lights pleasantly dim, the furniture not completely saturated with stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. You had to assume it was supposed to be a gift. Loid wasn’t the type to flaunt an affair, but he’d gone out of his way not to bring you to another seedy, by-the-hour motel. If nothing else, you could appreciate a man willing to open his wallet.

There was a moment of quiet hesitation, then an airy laugh. You let go of him just in time for one of his arms to wrap around your waist, hauling you off of the mattress and into his lap, where he could bury his face in the crook of your neck without intervention. He held you like that for a long, agonizing second before pulling back, allowing just enough space between your body and his to press his lips against your temple, then into your own. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and you let yourself melt into it, into him. Genuine shows of adoration were rare, in your line of work. While you doubted Loid felt anything more towards you than lust-tinged fondness, he was a good enough actor to pull off the role of ‘Lovestruck Idiot’ with little to no breaks in his character. “You don’t know how much I want to,” he started, with a smile as hollow as the man who wore it. “But Yor’s at home with our daughter, tonight. It’d be cruel to leave her on her own.”

A slight pout, quickly traded for something more aloof. As if you were trying to hide your disappointment and doing a poor job of it. “Anya must really be a handful if you’re too worried to leave your wife alone with her.”

He was grinning, now, his expression tinted with something you didn’t quite recognize. He opened his mouth, but a knock on the hotel room’s door interrupted your hushed conversation. You frowned, but Loid didn’t seem bothered. “Why don’t you get that?”

“It’s probably just some drunk tourist. They’ll go away if we ignore them.” You brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “I’d rather give my attention to—”

Another knock, this one a little more forecful than the last. Loid squeezed your side, almost playfully. “Answer the door.”

It wasn’t a question, this time.

Hesitantly, you pried yourself away from him, pushing yourself to your feet. Your clothes had been torn off and discarded hours ago, but you snagged Loid’s button-up off of the floor and shrugged it on as you approached the door, pausing once you reached the entryway. You cast a nervous glance towards Loid, who responded with an encouraging nod and a slight wave, gestures that would’ve been more suited for an anxious child, afraid to leave their parent’s side for the very first time. Biting into your bottom lip, you slowly undid the rusted latch and slid the deadbolt out of place, resting your shoulder against the cool wood as your hand found the knob.

Yor was on you as soon as you opened the door.

Her hands in your hair, her knee between your thighs, her mouth crashing into yours with enough force to bruise. She slammed your back against the nearest wall, knocking the air from your lungs and pinning you underneath her strength as her tongue invaded your mouth, as teeth clashed against teeth and pointed nails scrape against your scalp. It was a desperate connection, frenzied and feral, driven by something you couldn’t define and only broken by your mutual need for air – her breath coming in shallow, panted gasps when she finally pulled away from you.

Her attire was the first thing you noticed, her evening gown dark enough to blend into the shadows of the entryway and maimed brutally. A long gash ran from her hip to the hem of her skirt, another bisecting her midriff, revealing a slit of pale skin and sculpted muscle. There were a thousand more nicks in the fabric, a thousand more reasons for you to panic, but your stare was quickly drawn upward, to her face.

To the dots of blood splattered across her cheeks, still fresh enough to shine crimson in the dim light.

You opened your mouth, but didn’t have time to spit anything out before Yor snapped toward Loid, her disposition going from one of mindless desire to frantic apologeticness in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry I’m late!” It seemed to come out louder than she intended it to, the words hasty enough to blend together as she stumbled through her crowded. "The governer wasn’t at home, and he had more guards than he was supposed to, and it took ages for—”

“As long as you’re not hurt, you have nothing to apologize for.” While you were stunned beyond words, Loid remained unaffected – indifferent to both his wife’s sudden appearance and your confusion. “Try to call next time, though. I was about to go out and see if you needed a hand.”

“Oh, I couldn't do that. Your job is already so much more stressful than mine - I can't ask you to do my work, too.” And just like that, she was brightening, any concerns she might've held about being late or injured or covered in blood dissipating in a matter of seconds. She turned to you, her hands falling to your own as she tugged you forward, towards the bed. You tried to pull yourself out of her hold, but her grip was vice-like, impossible to escape. She didn’t even seem to notice your futile efforts. If anything, she almost seemed shy, a pale blush creeping across her cheeks as she asked, “I… I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Loid had been part of the job - seek out the target that the dark-haired man had identified, lure him into an affair, and keep up the act just long enough for his wife to catch and initiate a messy divorce. Sleeping with the aforementioned wife in addition to the mark you’d been paid to seduce had been a complimentary service, a creative touch to liven up an otherwise dull assignment, but you’d been careful, made sure neither of them had ever seen you with the other, never used the same shade of lipstick to stain Loid’s collar as you did to kiss Yor’s neck. You weren’t an amateur. You didn’t make mistakes like that. Neither of them should’ve known their partner knew about you, not unless they were both insane enough to come out and tell the other who they were going to see when they disappeared into cheap motels and empty offices. No married couple would be so honest about something so detrimental to their relationship. No normal married couple, at least.

But, you were starting to think that Yor and Loid didn’t fit into that category as neatly as you’d hoped they would.

“The poor thing must still be a little startled,” Loid chuckled, finally pushing himself to his feet. Yor perked up, and with an airy sigh, Loid nodded, the exchange as silent as it was coordinated. With no further permission needed, you were thrown onto the mattress, barely allowed to land before Yor was on top of you, latching onto your throat, pointed teeth burying themselves into the curve of your neck. The pain was immediate, searing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how much it hurt when Yor’s attention had already fallen to your collarbone, then your chest, her focus drifting lower while her affection remained just as hostile. Loid, as stoic and as sociopathic as always, positioned himself next to your head, watching his wife work with an expression that only betrayed the slightest trace of fondness – a pleasure so diluted, it might've just been a trick of the light. “You can relax. Yor’s been looking forward to this for months. I haven’t been much better, to be honest. Yuri's never sent anyone so...” He trailed off, letting his head lull to the side. “So tempting our way before., I suppose.”

He was cupping your face, as if to mimic your own dramatized mannerisms, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Yor groaned against your skin, a noise that you could only guess was meant to signal agreement, and Loid broke into a small grin.

For once, you thought his smile might actually be genuine.

[itsdafinalbraincell]

Loid: We can't manipulate, mansplain, malewife our way out of this one bois

Yor: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is

[killercursor]

honestly, this shot's one of my favorites from this episode bc u can clearly see how hard loid's trying to compose himself when he saw that yor's face is swollen.

man was ready to fight someone for his fake wife.