#yandere!loid forger x reader

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Love that Kills

Warning: Murder, Mention of Abuse, slightly unhinged reader, 18+ Minors DNI Prompt: "All for me?" "All for you babe" (Dark) Author's Note: This wasn't requested, this was daydreamed up by me. No particular character x reader, just insert the character you feel like would do for you and enjoy readers! :D

I sat on the bus, taking me back home, wondering about the surprise that waits for her there. Why was she thinking of a Surprise you may ask? Because it was his and hers anniversary. They have been together for almost 2 years, quite unbelievable isn't it? She smiled at thought of a surprise dinner or a cake or maybe something more, letting her imagination on gifts go wild. She got down at the bus stop, and took a cab home, unable to keep herself calm and excited about the surprise. Upon reaching home, the woman was quite surprise on seeing a brown cardboard box outside with a red bow on it. 'Hm, this is weird' she thought confused and surprised. It was quite plain to be a gift and what that her boyfriend wasn't around. 'Maybe he's got work that's why he kept the gift. How thoughtful!' she thought as a smile spread across her face. She used her spare key to open the door and enter. She put the box on her table and went into her room to freshen up. She sat on the sofa as she opened the box. There was a red packet inside...or was the plastic tainted with blood? She confirmed it after getting a weird smell from the packet. Any woman should've been horrified but she was different. Her eyes sparkle with blood lust filled excitement as she quickly undo the packet. She gasped in joy as she wondered out loud excitedly, "Is that-is that my ex?? O my god, that IS my ex!!" His head was sliced off from his body, which is god knows where right now. Just the head as the gift, it really was perfect for her. It's been lately that she's been into killing and blood. It induced some kind of excitement and adrenaline, she loves every second of it. Her ex has been abusive to her, a lot. Even controlling. A little flashback on what happened with her last anniversary with the ex. She was raped mercilessly, knife cut wounds. That memory flashback as she grinned even wider, he is dead. The fucker is dead "Like the gift?" A voice said, she looked up from the gift, it was her lover. She didn't notice when he walked in. She jumped up and hugged him as a tear fell from her eye. All for her? really? she couldn't believe it. "All for me?" "All for you babe <3"

Ask away anything my darling readers. Thank you for reading till the end!

[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.”

[floatyflowers]

Dark! anime DILFS x Reader

(Warning: Age gap/ (Y/n) is a legal adult)

Loid Forger

You fall in love with someone other than him? someone the same age as you?

This will inflame a certain type of jealousy within him.

Which might end up in him murdering your lover right in front of your eyes.

And then kidnapping you to live with him, Yor and Anya.

You are the new 'addition' to the family, a second mom to Anya.

"Don't worry, you will be safer with me"

Toji fushiguro

After his wife's death, Toji was left to be a single dad.

He was devastated until you, his kind and sweet neighbor, entered his life.

Everything about you is perfect, you even babysit Megumi when he is busy with work.

But there were obstacles standing in his way which were your friends and boyfriend.

Good thing, Toji slaughtered them the first chance he got... Now he can return the favor and comfort you the same way you did when his wife passed away.

"I can assure you that they are in a better place, besides, you can fully depend on me"

Vincent Phantomhive

The Phantomhive lord offered you a chance to become his mistress.

But being the loyal wife you are to your husband, you rejected the offer, before leaving in anger after accusing Vincent of being a home wrecker.

Vincent could have left it at that, but instead the idea of wrecking your marriage excited him.

So, being the queen's watchdog and an aristocrat of evil, he used his connections to have your husband get accused falsely of murder.

Which forced you in the end to surrender and accept your fate as the beloved mistress of the devious lord.

"If you have taken my offer from the beginning, you could have saved your husband from this tragedy, Lady (Y/n)"

Hikaru Kamiki

He planned on killing you the first time he saw you, but decided against it because he simply found you more beneficial to keep you by his side as a...

... prisoner or rather what he calls a pet.

Someone to satisfy his sadistic type of pleasure.

Hikaru might also get you pregnant along the way just to ensure that you stay bound to him.

I mean, he did have his first son at the age of eleven, the twins at the age of fifteen, so it would be amusing to finally have a child as an adult.

" I will take good care of you and our unborn baby"

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Don't Leave Me! | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Oh, Yuri! I’m so happy you could come!”

Yuri blushed as he returned the hug from his sister; excited to finally see her. Unconsciously he let his eyes look past his sister’s neck, closing when he saw the familiar faces of Loid and Anya. What was this feeling? Disappointment? Disappointment from what? Yuri Briar shook his head, following after his sister who happily led him inside. Every now and then he let his eyes wander, searching fruitlessly for something unknown. He stopped when Yor cutely tilted her head out of curiosity. Yuri blushes walking deeper into his sister’s home. 

“Unkie!” He dodged the child intent on securing his seat next to Yor at the dinner table. 

“I’m glad you can spend this evening with us, Yuri.” Loid spoke with that annoying smile of his spread across his face. Resisting the urge to gag, Yuri turned away crimson eyes landing on the door. Hearing the angelic giggling of his sister right near his ear.

“Oh Yuri, are you looking for someone?”

“WhAt!? Pftt No! Why WOulD I?!” 

The secret policeman spoke louder than he meant to; he began blushing even harder as he realized everyone was looking at him. He shrunk in on himself allowing Loid and Yor to begin passing around the dishes that smelled delicious. Some of these included Yor’s stew which Yuri happily dug into first. Of course, (Y/n) wouldn’t be here…they were a nanny…

The sound of knocking filled the apartment home making Yuri perk up. With a teasing smile, Yor rose from her chair and headed for the door.

“Well, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened and in rays of shining light revealed the most wanted person of the night. 

“Guess who’s here!?”

“(YYY/nn)!!”

“Borf!” 

Anya and Bond ambushed your knees and waist as they dragged you into the Forger. Shutting the door behind you Yor also gave you a hug from behind further making you stagger your way into the home. They didn’t let up until Loid gave a firm look as he came to take the dish you brought from you. Reluctantly they released their hold on you as they made their way to the dinner table where Yuri was still gawking at your entrance. You sent a thankful look to Loid before following Anya to the place setting she had set for you, right next to Yuri. 

“Well hello again, stranger? How’ve you been?”

“S-stranger? I-I was sure your memory would be better.” An offended bubble appeared in his chest as he crossed his arms. Only for you to tilt your head, immediately confusing him. 

“It’s just an expression, man.”

“O-oh…” 

He blushed in embarrassment deciding to pick at his food as he mulled over his incompetence. Was he so out of it that he embarrassed himself over a simple question? You were so close he could smell your natural scent! And you could see his face, his blush at this distance! Before he could let himself fall into a silent mania he was broken out by the softness against his clenching fist. The hand that rested on his led to (Y/n), whose eyes were soft and smile light andshiningbright as you whispered to him.

“Hey, it's okay don’t worry about it.”

That was all you said before you retracted your hand to assist in your pursuit to eat, turning towards Anya who was animatedly talking to you about her latest mission. A haze of red fell over his cheeks and Yuri let his mind wander. Throughout the dinner, he could only nod as Yor tapped him for his attention. Instead opting to lightly pick at his food and watch as you laughed with the whole family.

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“Alright well, I should get going.” You spoke while stretching out, having your fill of Loid’s delicious desserts and enough wine for the night.

Immediately the room was filled with ‘awws’ and whining from the Forger family; who were either intoxicated or tiredly clinging onto you as the night deepened. Both Yor and Anya held tight, forcing you to sink back into the couch to save the integrity of your shirt. You looked to Loid who chuckled at the two before turning to Yuri who was drunkenly letting his lips wobble at the sign of you leaving. 

“D-don’t leave.”

The words were quiet but the unshed tears bubbling in his blood-red eyes had both you and Loid sighing in unison. 

“I guess after we put them to bed… maybe then I can–”

“Yes. Thank you, (Y/n).” 

With great difficulty, you carried Anya off to bed while Loid occupied Yor who enthusiastically began raving about something to him. Finally returning from Anya’s room you only heard an inkling of a promise being made to Yor that had her heading straight to bed. Not before placing a red lip staining kiss on your cheek and ditzely waving off to bed. Returning to the living room you found Loid worriedly looking at Yuri who stayed planted in his seat. 

“What’s wrong with him?” You directed it towards Loid but the drunk spoke on his own.

“-home with…me”

“What?”

“T-take me home. I-it’s its THE LEAST YOU COUDLD DO…after all you’ve done!” 

You deadpanned at the misleading accusation before breaking out into laughter. You had half a mind to record but Loid’s icy stare had you coughing instead. 

“I-I guess I’ll take him home then. Wouldn’t want him waking up Yor or Anya.”

Loid hesitated for a bit before dashingly running his hands through his hair as he sighed. 

“Yes, that would be for the best. Though I wouldn’t want you running around when its so dark out. I’d prefer it if you stayed with us…”

“But you hardly have enough room with the both of us staying here,” You easily grabbed the Briar’s hand. “So I’ll take him now. See you later, Loid!” 

Pulling the complacent male along you waved to the blond before heading out the door. For the next hour you wrestled with a drunk Yuri who was insistent on pinching your ears and cheeks while you tried to locate his wallet. Even as he allowed you tug him along he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Light pulls at your jacket, your waist band, the collar of your shirt, it was an ongoing struggle with him; you were just grateful no one was out at this hour. 

“Ah! Here.We. Are!” 

With great effort you shoved Yuri into his bed, silently priding yourself on successfully delivering the man. Turning to leave you halted when you heard frantic noises muffled by the mattress he was faced down in. You turned back to him bending in his direction to hear better only for a hand to reach out and you pull you onto the bed. 

“Stay.” 

The command wasn’t unfamiliar. He had been uttering similar phrases all through out the journey home so you thought nothing of it. That is until you couldn’t wrench yourself from the grip he had around your body. 

“Heheh this must be the power of a Briar, huh?” Sarcastically uttering into the empty space of his apartment. You experienced it before and had ended in many a situation like this but Loid would usually come to the rescue. But alas he was not here and you were beginning to feel the drowsiness that came with a hearty feast. 

“Fine…I’ll stay…just for c’ple h’rs thats it.”

Smiling in his sleep Yuri nuzzled further into your neck, sleeping soundly with the constant aroma of your scent. That would be the first night of many for what, Yuri considered, to be the perfect sleep.

Optional First

[yandereaffections]

Spy x Family Masterlist

Anya Forger

Platonic Befriending another orphan that only knows a foreign language

Platonic twin sister reader

Loid Forger

Headcannons

Civilian S/o

Yor Forger

S/o whos funny, kinda dumb and gets excited over little things

Falling in love with her kind hearted target

Obsessive yandere S/o

Ghost darling who was killed by Yor

Naga Yor

Werewolf yor The purge

Poly TwiYor

Ideal partner who just happens to be obsessive

incubus and succubus Loid and Yor

The Forger Family

Platonic foster child reader

Platonic Teen reader hired as Anyas Tutor

TwiYor

Incubus and succubus Loid and Yor

[halaxia]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !

please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!

please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)

not what you were looking for?

— what i won’t write :

- rape, noncon, etc.

- smut (i’m bad at it)

- incest

- male!reader

- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm

- eating disorders

- pregnancy/miscarriage

- yandere

— what i will write :

- pretty much anything else lol

- suggestive content

- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)

- fluff, angst, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)

- alternate universes

thank you for reading :)

— who i write for :

this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)

attack on titan

╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.

bleach

╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.

bungo stray dogs

╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.

chainsaw man

╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.

demon slayer

╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.

final fantasy vii

╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth

jojo’s bizarre adventure

╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.

jujutsu kaisen

╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.

my hero academia

╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.

obey me!

╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.

one piece live action

╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy

spy x family

╰┈➤ loid forger.

the disastrous life of saiki k

╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.

tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.

vinland saga

╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.

[ijwrsmff]

Spy x Family (SxF) Masterlist

Spy x Family:

Loid Forger

Yandere! Loid x Reader (ft. platonic! Yandere! Anya)

~Part 2 to ^^^

Yandere! Loid x Reader x Yandere! Yor

You’re Safe with Us-Yandere! Loid x Reader x Yandere! Yor (Rewrite)

Part 2 to ^^^ (Both the one above and the one above that are the same, just slightly different)

“Is This Person Stupid?”-Yandere! Loid x Brash Reader

Sweeping Them Off Their Feet...Literally (Yan! Loid and Yan! Yor Headcanons)

Safety Comes First-Platonic! Forger’s x Teen! Mercenary! Reader

Yor Briar/Forger

Yandere! Yor x Reader-”I wish I was dating you instead”

Part 2 to ^^^

Yandere! Loid x Reader x Yandere! Yor

You’re Safe With Us-Yandere! Loid x Reader x Yandere! Yor (Rewrite)

Part 2 to ^^^

Sweeping Them Off Their Feet...Literally (Yan! Loid and Yan! Yor Headcanons)

Safety Comes First-Platonic! Forger’s x Teen! Mercenary! Reader

Anya Forger

Yandere! Loid x Reader (ft. Platonic! Yandere! Anya)

Safety Comes First-Platonic! Forger’s x Teen! Mercenary! Reader

[love-toxin]

yandere forgers hcs (Loid/darling/Yor)

rq: "oh my goodness!!!! being inbetween yandere yor and loid 😫!!!! imagine their poor darling just wants to make some money doing babysitting and Anya just gets SOOOO attached… so obviously her mama and papa have to keep them close… for anya’s sake right?? would you be willing to do hc’s for them 👀👀"

"Yes!!! Yandere loid and yor brainrot has been hitting me so hard since I watched it because it's just ugghh<3<3"

warnings: non/dubcon, au pair reader, yandere yor/loid, brainwashing, loid has a filthy mouth, scarring, noncon tattooing, mild gunplay.

☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♂️♀️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc

☆ As an au pair, you'll be tasked with a whole whirlwind of responsibilities. Most of them will revolve around caring for Anya, but that doesn't mean that your attention won't be diverted to other areas of the Forger home as well. This mostly includes doing some cooking, cleaning, and taking care of your own space.

☆ It also means that you'll be living on the premises, so almost all of your day will be spent with Forgers in one way or another--you might be helping Anya with homework, or cooking with Yor, or bringing Loid a cup of coffee while he works at his desk. They'll all get so used to you being around that you'll basically be a part of the family, and it'll feel a lot more sincere since none of them are blood related as it is.

☆ While you're certainly not seen as a child, Yor and Loid will grow to baby you a good bit. They're both fiercely protective of you, but in different ways--Yor is more likely to casually mention "eliminating" someone who stepped on your foot or caused you some kind of other inconvenience. But Loid is much quieter and sneakier about it, he'll investigate any and every tipoff or clue that involves you and someone who might harm you. You might find people around you apologizing more frequently or even disappearing entirely, but at your skill level there's no way you'll be able to trace it back to the man of the Forger family.

☆ With Loid and Yor having separate bedrooms, it works more to your own disadvantage. When one of them wants to sneak out and pull you into their room, they won't have to worry about the other waking up or finding out. They both think that your relationship with them is secret from the other, so it's probably better if you don't go around blabbing about it to either one. And in both cases, it'll probably start with each of them coming on to you and admitting their feelings for you, while also revealing that their marriage isn't exactly the "traditional" type you thought it was.

☆ Kisses are mandatory once your relationship crosses that boundary from professional to romantic. Loid kisses you on his way out the door for work, and Yor saves her kisses for when you're making dinner together or when she can get you alone in her room. They hide them pretty well--except when Anya reads their minds and is scandalized to find out her babysitter is kissing her Mama and Papa. But then again, she's a kid, so she just assumes that it's more of a friendly kiss. Or maybe it's one of those "cultural differences" that Papa sometimes talks about? Maybe you're secretly French!

☆ Yor is always watching you. There isn't a moment in the day that she isn't aware of what you're doing or who you're with, and if it's someone she doesn't approve of, she will have to fight to stay her hand from killing them immediately. She's so protective over you in a way that's quite similar to how Yuri treats her, although she doesn't really make the connection because she's so sure that it's for your benefit.

♡ Loid is probably the last person you want to be home alone with. He'll invite you to sit next to him on the couch and lay a hand on your knee, or help you cook dinner and brush against you at every opportunity. He never imagined he'd find fucking the babysitter so hot, but it is, and if you try to move away you can bet you're gonna be pinned to the sofa and fucked within an inch of your life. Blubber for mercy and call him "Mr. Forger" while he does it and he'll probably leave some possessive handprints on your ass, too.

♡ Yor isn't much better, though. Being home alone with her is more common, and thus she feels there's more she can get away with. She'll make it a habit to touch herself near you when she thinks you won't notice, even though you can hear her little moans or feel how wet her fingers are when she finishes and comes over to touch your face, or even push them inside your mouth to pretend it's just a silly prank. When she gets more bold, though, she'll sit you down on the couch and insist on taking care of you by shoving her face between your legs and putting her mouth to work.

♡ If, somehow, they find out early on that the other has been messing around with you, they thankfully won't get jealous of each other. No, the couple will work together with an idea in mind immediately--Loid and Yor will start having sex when they know you’re around, and when you can hear it. It's rare, but when Anya is off at a friend's house for a sleepover or something of the like, the two will leave Loid's door cracked open and fuck in full view so you can see them. You can try to pretend you don't notice them, but in that case they'll keep going until they're finished before calling you in, and asking you with flushed faces to please clean up the sheets as Loid pulls out and spills cum all over them. If they're feeling generous, they'll leave it at that and revel in your embarrassment as you obey. But if not, Loid will grab you by the hair and shove your face between Yor's legs, and order you to lick up his mess until you're done so he can then get you to lick him clean, too.

♡♀️ Anytime Loid fucks you, he'll ask if you wouldn't mind giving him a baby so his daughter can have a sibling. You can say no every time and he'll just chuckle, without telling you whether or not he's going to try anyways. But say yes, and he'll make a point of inundating you with breeding talk: "Let's make a baby", "You'll look so cute with a baby belly", "Open up more so I can fill up your womb", that kind of stuff.

♡♂️ Yor is a little more shy around you, but she's even more ruthless in bed. Ties your wrists to the headboard and rides you, and begs you not to cum inside but makes no effort to get off when you cry out that you're close. If anything she tries to take you deeper, her knees spread out in the splits so she can swallow you to the base, and you're left to wonder if she's really trying to get you to knock her up.

♡ Yor is also more prone to sneaking into your room while the house is quiet during the night, and cuddling up beside you. She'll usually be wearing some kind of pretty lingerie to try and tempt you into touching her, and on rarer occasions, she'll even be completely naked and will rub herself up against your leg. If you don't stop her, you'll find her humping herself on your thigh or your fingers while she holds you and moans softly into your ear, and her whispering will slowly start to grow more possessive as she gets closer and closer to cumming. And when she's done, she'll get up and stumble back to her room on wobbly legs, unless you pull her back down to cuddle--and in that case, she'll shyly snuggle in closer so she can listen to your heartbeat as she falls asleep.

♡ Loid has an obsession with facefucking you. When the girls are out, he'll sit back in his chair and smoke a cigarette while you're perched between his legs, his belt buckled around your neck so you physically can't move away from him. He'll do work and scribble notes here and there, and every so often he'll loosen the belt so he can grab your hair and fuck your throat like an onahole, sometimes blowing his load into your mouth and sometimes just letting you know who's in charge before he buckles you back again to keep cockwarming him.

♡‼️ If you ever try to get away from them, you won't get very far. Especially if you try to take Anya with you for fear of leaving her to face their wrath alone--Loid will find you, and Yor will punish you. You won't have to fear a beating, but there are worse ways to make you suffer for rejecting the two of them. Yor will sedate you and carve "Forger" into your back so it'll scar permanently, and to be a little sweeter after she's done listening to your screams, she'll tattoo you with her and Loid's names on your inner thighs. Loid might also break your mind by fucking you and forcing you to repeat a myriad of phrases, probably while holding a gun to your head. "I love you", "I'm a Forger", "I'll never leave you", "You're my family", and "I'm sorry" will be common ones for him to brainwash you with, along with a few more indulgent ones like "I belong to you" and "Please make me cum, Mr. Forger".

‼️ Ultimately, if they can brainwash you, they will. The realization that both of them have been involved with you will come in second, because the most important thing is to work together to keep you in their clutches. They want to convince you that you don't need a life outside of them, that other people don't matter, and to just welcome the life that they can so easily provide you with. They at least know that Anya won't always need a caretaker and it terrifies them to think of that, so they'll take whatever extreme precautions are necessary to keep you safe and sound in their care.

☆ So just be their little companion, ok? It's much easier that way, and they really don't want to have to go so far as to eliminate the people in your family or your friends (romantic partners are different though, they'll thoroughly enjoying getting rid of them). They just want you, and that's it. That's not such a bad life, is it?

[kimjun]

Yanderes reaction to being afraid of them;

Naruto / Light / Madara / Levi / Katsuki / Sasuke / Sakuna / Loid / Jiraiya / Sebastian / Dabi

This character is not really worried, whether you are afraid or not you are still his, he will not let you go just because you are afraid of him, in reality he likes your fear so he knows that you will not do anything stupid to run away or leave him. 

Your fear will only inflate his ego, he will use it to further arrest you. He will your fear wisely use just to put in your head that you will die without him, or it will threaten you all the time saying that if you leave it will kill every person you love or anyone you talk to. 

He has no problem torturing you, if you are to be afraid he will do it with pleasure. 

Itachi / Mikey / Luffy / L / Deku / Jason

They are softer hearts, but that doesn't mean they'll let you go, not at all. They will just try to make you understand that it is right for you to stay with him, that it is all for love that without him you will get lost in this world, and that they are just doing everything to make you safe. 

They will take you to another place, maybe now with a garden but you cannot leave. They will present you, give you everything you want, except the freedom you want. Remember he loves you, it's for your good. 

Gojo / Shinzou / Chat Noir 

They are without patience, they will just yell at you and then totally ignore you. They will use silence as punishment, they want to see you crawl for attention. They will show that fear is nothing and that silence is the worst punishment. 

[leonnlikesmen]

me after saying i would become a writer like 3 months ago but never worked on my requests 🤴

i did a little bit but i keep forgetting 💀

[goddess-venuz]

SMUTMASTERLIST

▀▄▀▄▀SMUTMASTERLIST▀▄▀▄▀

♡ ͎. ｡˚SIMP•YURI BRIARSPYXFAMILY

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶CHAPTER 10 

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶CHAPTER 21

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶CHAPTER 40

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚HIS WIFE•LOID FORGER SPYXFAMILY

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ CHP 15

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚HELL’S ANGEL•YANDERE HAZBIN HOTEL

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ CHP 12

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚COMMANDER’S TOY•MANJIRO SANO TOKREV

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ˏCHAPTER 021

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ˏCHAPTER 032

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ˏCHAPTER 060

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚BLOODLUST•YANDERE MANJIRO SANO •YANDERE SANZU TOKREV

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ˏ XI

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚HIS WIFE•YANDERE! LOID FORGER SPYXFAMILY

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ˏ015

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚DIE WITH A SMILE• SATROU GOJO JJK

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶coming soon

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚THEIR OMEGA•YANDERE TOKREV

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ III

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶ VII

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚WET DREAMS•DRAKEN X READER

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶5

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶14

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚LOVERBOY•SHINCHIRO SANO

⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦︶FIVE

[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.

[floatyflowers]

Yandere Platonic Anime Dads(Loid Forger, and Hikaru Kamiki) x Daughter! Reader

Loid Forger

You are his biological daughter from a woman he had a one night stand with while on a mission.

He knew nothing about you until he got a call from your mother on her deathbed.

To be honest, Loid didn't know how to react to the news except in one way which is anger.

Anger that he didn't know anything about you until now.

He went and picked you up, even though he had a fight with your grandparents about your custody.

Loid dealt with it in the most civil way.

He murdered them.

"I believe it's time to become family together, dear daughter"

Hikaru Kamiki

Hikaru had you at eighteen and unlike how he did with Ai and his children, he decided to raise you.

Not because he loves your mother, because he doesn't like her.

He actually got rid of her after she gave birth to you.

The real reason is because you remind him of someone.

However, he is not a good dad...he is rather a good manipulator.

A great manipulator that he made you believe that whatever he does or say is always right.

But things change when you meet your older half siblings.

"Disobeying me is a bad habit, (Y/n)"

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Be Mine, Please! | Yandere Yor Forger

“Uh hi, Miss. Forger uhm I didn’t realize you were staying with us today.”

The candid question had no effect on Yor, who was still smiling at you with her hands folded underneath her chin. When you arrived at the Forger residence you were under the impression that Anya would be home alone as per the usual schedule. But Yor didn’t follow after Loid in any capacity. Not in a delayed exit or an appointment midday…she never changed out of her casual clothes. 

“Nope! I get to spend the day with you and miss Anya!” 

This was fine. You collected the remaining plates on the table, making your way to the sink. Perhaps she just wanted some help…who were you kidding Mrs. Forger wasn’t one to hide her desires about spending more time with you. You just wished she hadn’t paid you to do so. She seemed like a lovely woman and you wouldn’t have minded going out for a drink or two. But as the morning went on she sipped on her drink while watching you and Anya play. 

It was harder to play spies that morning; you didn’t mind Bond as an audience but not another adult. You couldn’t help your eyes wandering to the reflection of her crimson eyes in the window, watching you with a smile on her face.

“(Y/n)! Why aren’t you doing the sync-up dance? How will we release our powers to complete the mission?”

“Uh, Anya��can we not do the whole dance today?”

“What, why?! You said it’s important we do it every time, with all our hearts!”

“Y-yes but…Yor…is here…”

Anya doesn’t understand your plight, or rather she ignores it demanding you do the dance with her. Reluctantly you did the dance looking away when Yor smiled and giggles at your dancing form. With Anya down for a nap, you were left to deal with Yor without the distraction of Anya. 

“Ah (Y/n) you’re so lively with Anya! Do you have children of your own?”

You continued washing the dishes, watching her rise from the table to lean on the kitchen counter. 

“No b-but I had plenty of experience with young kids…uh y’know family friends and all.”

You were quick to respond, hoping your answer was sufficient enough to satisfy her. 

“Mmmm? Wow, then do you have a partner?”

You didn’t know what this had to do with your prowess with child care but you guessed this might have just been her way of making small talk.

“Uh no not right now…”

She did a little jump-twirling with her cup as she made her way to your side making moves to wash the cup alongside you. Hip to hip she moves to lean her face as close as possible to yours, you back away trying to avoid the waves of heat coming off her body. She only seems to move closer to you, oddly snuggling into you as you finished the dishes. 

“That’s a shame,” she didn’t sound sorry.” But you're such a catch! It's crazy to think no one’s snatched you up yet!”  

“W-well th-thanks Miss Forger.” 

You backed away from the sink to put the dishes away all with Yor in tow. 

Finally closing the cupboard you turned to leave facing Yor as she moves her hand upside down holding your chin with the pad of her pointer finger.

“It’s Yor.”

You nodded your head, backing away to walk to Anya’s room. Hardly making any space between you two as she follows you down the little hallway. It was like that for the rest of the day even when Anya woke once more you were forced to include Yor who seemed more than eager to be pressed into your side for as long as possible. 

Finally, your timer went off, and right on time, Loid walked into the home. Yor and Anya ran over to greet him, letting you relax for the first time today as you packed up the ‘gear’ you used for your spy games.

“Well, I best be on my w–”

“Won’t you stay (Y/n)? Please I’ve been dying to let you try my stew! It actually tastes delicious!”

Her excitement rivaled Anya’s as she turned back to you shuffling her feet up and down as she awaited your answer. You tried to restrain your grimace, having fallen for the trap of Yor’s cooking before. For assurance, you looked to Loid who chuckled hanging his hat and suit on the coat rack.

“It actually is really good.”

“Yeah! Even Anya didn’t die this time!” 

“H-hey!”

You chuckled feeling your heart sway as you tried to think about your choice. You stop when you remember the chores you had to do; so you made your case. Fully prepared for the wobbling bottom lips and tearful eyes of Anya, Bond, and Yor. It’s Loid who puts the nail in the coffin when you feel his ungloved hands wrap around your shoulders, giving a comforting squeeze. When you turn your head you’re met with the sky-blue eyes of Loid who smiles at you. 

“We’d love it if you did stay… I’d be sure to make it up to you.”

You didn’t know if it was the implication of money or the manly cologne that was fragrant around Loid: a beautiful man who made just about anyone weak in the knees–you included. You sighed exasperated as you held your hands out in defeat.

“Fine but I-”

“Yay!” “Ahhh~!”

Grabbing your hands and holding them close Yor nuzzled her nose against yours before pulling you along with her into the kitchen with Anya pushing you from behind. Loid let his eyes become half-lidded as he watched you be engulfed in his family’s chaos. He watched you fluster and give in as you let your silliness be released; he makes a note to himself.

“Well a family that sticks together, stays forever.”

[yandereaffections]

Hi! Could I request a platonic Spy x Family Forgers & teen reader hired to tutor Anya? Thank you!

Due to how desperate loid has been to get Anya's grades steady you've been scheduled almost every night, he's offered to meet you somewhere or come to you but being as kind as you are spent the late afternoons in his living room with Anya and all the badly grades tests scattered Infront of you two for study

Originally your worries as a tutor was not being able to find common ground with Anya and struggling to work together, but turns out the whole family absolutely loves to have you in the home. Anyas always awaiting your arrival as Loid and Yor prepare a seat at the table for you knowing they schedule you just in time to miss dinner at your own house.

Whenever Loid is out on a sudden 'client emergency' yor tends to let you all play together instead of studying, encouraging you to feel comfortable in the apartment you visit so often within a game of hide and seek, maybe some tag, and when loid comes back to the three of you chasing each other around laughing he can't help but be dragged into the fun by his wife, feeling all the stress due to the complex details of the mission melt for a good handful of minutes, enjoying the vibe of his growing family

[ijwrsmff]

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Hehehe. I have written the thing. Also featuring Platonic! Yandere! Anya! I adore them. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ^^

Word count: 1,196

You didn’t know it…but he found you. 

Loud was going through single people in the area, looking for a potential spouse. Your profile was exactly what he was seeking to find. Someone normal…good looking, but normal in the sense you didn’t seem like a spy, nor did you have any criminal history. It would be a shame if someone as perfect as you were to get into any legal trouble and ruin his plans. 

You were just going to the store, getting some groceries, when you bumped into someone. 

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you picked up the items you dropped and helped the man to pick up his own items. 

A small laugh came from the man, “It’s okay! I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.” He said as he looked at you. 

You smiled at the man, and found yourself in awe…this man…he was gorgeous. 

The man smiled back at you and held out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Loid. Loid Forger!” And he helped you place the items dropped into your cart. 

“Nice to meet you Loid!” You sighed, “I have to get going now, but thank you for helping me!” 

Loud laughed, “It was my fault you dropped your items, it’s only fair I help pick them up!” He turned to leave, and for a second…you were sad to see him go. He seemed like such a kind man. But, you didn’t want to get your hopes up of a possible friendship just yet. 

After leaving the grocery store, you headed home with your groceries. And you thought that encounter would be the last time you saw Loid Forger. 

But you were wrong. 

From then on out, you ran into Loid a couple times. Funny how you never noticed this man before, but now you were seeing him all over the place. Not enough to suspect anything nefarious, but it was certainly interesting how much your lives seemed to overlap. 

At one point, you even met his daughter. They were at the store getting peanuts, when Anya ran up to you. 

“Papa! It’s y/n!” She exclaimed and ran up to you, giving you a big hug. 

You smiled at the young girl, “Hi Anya! It’s so good to see you again!” You picked her up and spun her around, something she loved for you to do. 

Anya turned back to Loid with a shocked expression on her face, before turning back to you with a smirk. 

‘What’s got her so happy?’ You thought. ‘She’s just so cute…I wonder if she has a mother…’

You set Anya down, and she walked back over to Loid and looked faint. 

Loid immediately looked concerned, “Anya? What’s wrong?” He patted her head, and checked her forehead for a fever. 

It also made you concerned, so you walked closer to the two of them. 

She stumbled back to her dad, and said “I am just so upset. I have a papa, but most kids have two parents. I love my papa, but I want another parent. I wanna be a happy family of three.��� She looked at you with the same smirk. 

‘So…he’s single? Maybe…I can ask for his number…’ You thought, looking at the two with a hopeful expression on your face. 

Loid seemed shocked by Anya’s “outburst” and looked at you. 

He smiled, with a light blush on his face as Anya continued, “Y/n is so nice, papa you should get their number and date them so I can have two parents.” Which only caused his blush to get deeper. 

“So…what do you say, y/n? I’m not asking you to jump in and be a parent immediately, but Anya likes you. That’s very important to me.” He rubbed the back of his neck,  “We could…go on a few dates and see where it goes.” 

You blushed as well, Loid was so handsome…he wanted to go on dates with you? ‘I wouldn’t mind going on dates…and Anya is such a sweet kid, maybe…maybe this could work out.’ 

You didn’t realize how long you’d been lost in thought until Anya ran back up to you, “Please? I like you lots!” 

Bringing you out of your thoughts, you stuttered, “Y-yes! I would like that!” And you gave them a genuine smile. 

You didn’t notice…but both Anya and Loid reacted to your statement by smirking briefly. 

Got you. 

After that, you went on a couple dates. Loid was making sure you would be the perfect partner. 

You didn’t trust him immediately, but after a couple dates he asked you to visit his home so you could see Anya and you all could watch her favorite spy show together. 

Not thinking anything of it, you agreed. He seemed kind, and you quickly grew to love Anya. She was one of the sweetest and smartest kids you’ve ever encountered, so you were excited to see her more. 

You reached their apartment, and were about to knock when Anya pulled the door open. How did she know you were here? 

“Y/n! Papa they’re here!” She rushed towards you and jumped, hugging you like a koala. 

With a laugh, you hugged her back, holding her up. “Hey Anya!” You walked into their apartment, still carrying Anya. 

Loid came into view, coming from somewhere down the hallway. “Hello! It’s good to see you again!” He laughed at the sight of you and Anya, “You can’t cling to them forever!” 

She sighed, and said “Why not? They don’t mind! Do you?” And she looked up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“Of course not! I don’t mind carrying my little Anya forever!” And you meant it. You loved this little girl with all your heart. You’d seen her out with Loid a good number of times when you were around town, so you’ve had plenty of time to get to know Anya as well as Loid. 

But honestly? Who WOULDN’T love Anya, even after the first meeting. 

Loid gave a dramatic sigh, defeated. “At least let them go until we finish our apartment tour.” He gave Anya a look you couldn’t decipher, and she got down immediately. 

He walked you through the kitchen and living room, then showed you where the bathroom was, and skipped past a certain door in the hallway. Anya was very excited to show you her adorable room, and introduce you to Mr. Chimera. 

Loid showed you his room briefly, then went to the door he skipped. 

“And this…is your room.” He said. 

Suddenly…you got a bad feeling. “My room? Wh-” You were cut off when Loid placed something over your mouth. Some kind of cloth damp with an unknown liquid. 

You felt yourself getting faint, and Loid caught you in his arm, while still using the other to hold this cloth over your mouth. 

Your vision was getting blurry, and before you lost consciousness…you heard a conversation between Loid and Anya that filled you with fear. 

Anya looked excited, “Papa! Papa! Can we keep them?” She said, all but jumping up and down. 

The last thing you heard was Loid’s voice. 

“Yes…we'll keep them. Forever.”