#yandere yor

[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.”

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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

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[jamayah]

Imagine gaining the attention of Yor. Like she saw you when she was at the zoo with Anya and she became smitten. She would drag Anya there just to have an excuse to talk to you and feigned ignorance about animals and their habitat and practically begged you to teach her how certain animals would act in the wild. A part of it was interesting to her but the other just enjoyed seeing you light up and speak with such a fond voice. She hoped one day you could have that same fondness when talking about her.

Yor wants you.

Every time she's alone in the house her fingers find their way into her panties as she begins to rub and fondle herself. She wished it was your fingers exploring her insides. Every time you lead them to a certain habitat you grab her hand with those strong but surprisingly soft hands.

She likes to turn over and bite the pillow, knowing that the walls are paper thin. She knows she can't right out and ask you on a date in fear that Anya would hear and tell Loid. Instead when Anya is at school and Lois is working, she waits until your shift is over and follows you home. Once she has your address she sneaks into your apartment while you're away. She steals meaningless things and old undergarments. Your scent is her favorite thing about you because even though you work at a zoo you still never fail to smell amazing.

Yor uses your intimates to put against her throbbing sex. She dresses her pillow with it and places the pillow beneath her. From there she could try many positions, her favorite position is putting her legs on either side of the pillow and grinding her soft sex against it. She collapses onto it, fully pressing her weight against it her legs strangle the pillow as she continues to grind on it. Once her release is near she’ll imagine the time when she saw you bending over the counter to grab their tickets after the machine that automatically disperses them stopped working. She could see your perfectly shaped ass and how it somehow looked good in such an unflattering outfit. Yor pulled her soaked panties to the side so that her aching clit could rub against the pillow. Now that her clit was touching the cloth she could imagine grinding her clit into the gap in between your ass. You would be able to feel her dominate you by grabbing both your hands and putting them on each side interlocked with hers. You wouldn't be able to do anything but hear her voice make dry huffs with the constant grinding. She kissed the sheets sloppily wishing that it was your neck as she came. She could feel the giant wet spot on the pillow that she now had to wash. She knows that you'll probably be wondering where your underwear went and she'll give them back, eventually.

If you want!

#jamayah writes weird #yandere #yor forger #yor briar #yor x reader #yandere yor

[blue-planets]

Okay so- I’ve been entirely unable to get the idea of yandere yor out of my head, from her position (not knowing that loid is a spy who’s very entirely capable of taking care of himself) loid seems like your average man, a kind person, an attentive father and husband, someone who only wants the best for his kid, a good man who’s a doctor and makes good wages, and who’s very pretty. (You can fight me on this, i will die on the hill that Loid Forger is pretty). I can totally imagine a world with a more observant yor noticing that nightfall is in love with loid, and noticing the attempt on her life while she was out at dinner with loid in that one episode with the date, and noticing the amount of times people seem to be trying to kidnap anya (again, just from her perspective) and assuming that people are coming after her family because of her job, and instead of like, stepping down or anything to make herself a less bug target, she works even harder as an assassin to become so terrifyingly well known that no-one would dare to touch her family, and becoming all protective and shit like to the point that she forgets most the tome that loud is capable and strong enough to handle himself and even starts trying to keep him and anya inside more to keep them safe.

I absolutely know this whole thought process is massively cringe, but its stuck in my head now 😭

#yandere yor #spy x family #loid and anya #yor forger #yor doesnt know loid is a spy

[kaisakabane]

Hi.

I need a yandere!Yor.

#anime #anime / manga #yandere #spy x family #yor forger #yandere spy x family #yandere yor

[cresneta]

It's entirely possible that the current arc of the manga is finally going to put a nasty suspicion that I have about Nightfall to rest.

Hard-core Nightfall fans may still want to skip this post if you don't like seeing anything negative said about her. You have been warned!

Also, manga spoilers ahoy!

I've always found it a bit suspicious that there were no female spies left in WISE that could take on the mother role. It always felt like they were targeted deliberately to me.

Now here's the scene that really made me suspicious of Nightfall

Here we see Nightfall considering destroying the lives of the women fawning over Twilight only to restrain herself because it would interfere with Twilight's current mission. If we assume that the lady spies adored Twilight as much as the gentleman spies in the castle episode in the anime it's easy to see Nightfall wanting to get them out of the way. Once the spy sweeps started, it would be pretty easy for her to anonymously tip the SSS about them and let them take out her romantic rivals.

Then there's this exchange between Franky and Fiona

This one is a bit more of a stretch, but Nightfall also briefly considered directly eliminating Yor before deciding to try and make her leave on her own

If we assume that Franky is right and Fiona DID call the SSS on them in order to get their way, then that means that Fiona is no stranger to using the SSS as a means to an end. I've seen it posited that the people that she called on them were fake SSS agents, or possibly just the regular police, but whenever Twilight has done that we've been shown that the SSS agents were fake.

As an aside, I doubt Nightfall will try and call the SSS on Yor as that could potentially put Twilight in danger as well and would likely jeopardize Strix by destroying the Forgers' reputation.

All that being said, it's entirely possible that Wheeler is the reason why the SSS was able to catch so many spies. Perhaps we'll get an exchange between Nightfall and Wheeler in chapter 84 where it's revealed that he has a personal vendetta against young female spies and that he's surprised that he missed Nightfall during the spy sweeps - this would explain why there were no lady spies who could take on the role of mother in the beginning of the series. We could also get nothing about the spy sweeps and thus I'll be left to continue wondering if Nightfall crossed that particular line or not. Just how far is Nightfall willing to go for her mission to be Twilight's wife?!

I just wanted to throw this out there in case it gets debunked soon, haha

#spy x family #I did post about this on Reddit a while ago before I left Reddit #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #spoilers #spy x family speculation #spy x family ramblings #anti nightfall #antinightfall #long #long post #loid forger #yor forger #nightfall #Winston Wheeler #franky franklin #this is the longer explanation for why I think Nightfall may be a yandere

[dearest-painter]

Yandere Miguel with Yor Forger!reader?

I am guessing it’s romantic so here! Also it is gender neutral! Also I’m sorry this is short as I don’t have a lot!

- He knows you’re an assassin, he does his research. He doesn’t like it yet you also try to keep it away from Anya so he doesn’t really mind but once you get hurt. He’s going to make sure you stop

- He glares at everyone who gets to close or flirts with you yet he does hide it as he’s making sure he isn’t getting found out quick

- Anya doesn’t trust him due to his thoughts but you think it’s just because she’s warming up to him while Miguel is sorta sadden by the fact your daughter doesn’t like him. He’s trying to be a good dad to her

- He does have problems with showing he loves you but when he does, he makes sure that it’s obvious to you as he wants you to make sure

- When he stumbles across your weapons he just hides them better so Anya doesn’t find them yet if Anya wasn’t really in the picture then he will confront you as he doesn’t want to risk you dying

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #Yor Forger!reader #romantic yandere #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere spider man across the spiderverse #yandere spiderverse #yandere headcanons

[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?

#yandere spy x family #yandere loid forger #yandere yor forger #loid forger x reader #yor forger x reader #loid x reader x yor #ot3 #hcs

[ijwrsmff]

How about Poly Yandere Yor and Yan Loid x reader please.🥺

It may sound a bit jumbled XD I think it sounds okay...? I hope you enjoy either way though! Thank you for requesting, I love them so much. You are appreciated!

Word Count: 1,654

You couldn’t just stand by and do nothing…

A few meters in front of you, a group of teenage boys were harassing a little girl. Now that just won’t do. 

You rushed forward and shoved the biggest of the boys out of the way, and he barely stumbled back. 

The little girl looked so scared…you picked her up in your arms and glared at the boys, “What? You can’t take on someone your own size so you mess with a little girl? Real low, you creeps.” And you tried to walk away with the little girl. 

The boys all laughed, and a couple pulled out knives. 

The little girl began to cry, and screamed “MAMA! PAPA!” 

You shushed her to comfort her and tried to run, but one of the boys grabbed you, trying to take the girl out of your arms. 

“We’re gonna take that little one there. She goes to that big fancy school, that outfit could make us lots of money.” 

Before anything else could happen, the girl looked up at you and smiled. “They’re here.” She said. 

A man and woman rushed up, and took care of the boys within a matter of seconds, before turning to you. 

You set down the young girl, and she ran over to her parents. They looked so scary for a moment, before melting at the sight of their little girl all safe. 

The woman glared at you over the girl’s head, but the girl spoke to calm her “Mama! This person saved me! They came just in time and tried to fight the bad guys but they were scary!” 

The look on the woman’s face turned soft, and she bowed to you “Thank you for saving our Anya.” 

You giggled softly “I didn’t do much. If you two hadn’t come in and saved the day I could have been badly hurt…but I promise I would have done anything to protect her.” 

Now the man looked at you, assessing you with his eyes before he walked over to you and shaked your hand. “We’re the Forgers. I’m Loid, this is my wife Yor, and our daughter Anya. Thank you for trying to protect her.” 

Anya looked to her parents, before turning to you. Something like gear turning happened in her head and she swayed towards you, “Oh, how I wish I had a babysitter. Mama and Papa can be so busy, they would pay really well, but how will I ever find someone to babysit me?” And she fell against you, causing you to hold her to prevent her from falling over. 

Loid and Yor deadpanned at her antics, and you spoke up, “Babysitter…?” And you turned to the couple, “If you need someone to babysit her, I actually have some experience!” 

Yor walked towards you and beamed, “Someone who would do anything to protect our Anya is trustworthy enough to watch her! It would only be a few days a week, and I promise we can pay well!” She grabbed your hands, and smiled wide at you. 

“Well…I’m in school, but it’s all online! If I would be able to work on homework while I babysat her it would be perfect!” And you smiled back at Yor to match her own smile. 

Loud patted Anya’s head and stepped towards you as well. “It’s settled then, when can you start?” 

And that’s how you began to work for the Forgers. It was perfect, and you harbored feelings for the couple after spending not just time with them, but Anya as well. 

To them, the fact that you had such a good relationship with their daughter meant the world. It only caused them to like you so much more…

Today, you were having dinner with the Forgers, sometimes you did a couple times a week after they returned from work. 

It was…quiet. They seemed to be thinking deeply about something. Anya looked back and forth between the three adults, and she said, “Mama…Papa…can they live with us?” 

They both looked shocked at the question, before Loid spoke up, “Well Anya…that would be up to them. They have been babysitting you for a couple months, it would be nice to have them here all the time.” 

There was some type of hidden meaning behind his words, but you couldn’t decipher it. 

Yor looked at you and smiled, with a light blush on her face, “What do you say? Would you like to live with us and work for us full time?” She looked hopeful, and her leg was bouncing up and down, as a nervous tick.

“I-I would love to!” You beamed at them, and they looked relieved to hear your answer. 

Anya hopped up and scooted your chair out, hopping in your lap, “Yay! Anya has a babysitter all the time! And mama and papa can spend even more time with them!” Both looked flustered at the outburst. 

Loud frowned, “Anya, finish your dinner.” He said to her in a scolding tone, but the glimmer in his eyes showed it to not be too serious. 

“Mkay!” She said. 

After that…it seemed as if the Forgers were home more often. They took a couple days off work to help you get moved into their home, and you found you liked them very…very much. 

It wasn’t until someone tried to break into your home that you realized just the extent they liked you too. 

It was a normal day, you took Anya to school as usual and Loid and Yor were both at work. You heard the door knob jiggle from your spot on the couch. That was weird…it sounded like someone was trying to get in. But Anya wasn’t supposed to get off the bus for another couple hours, and Loid and Yor both had keys. It didn’t take this long to unlock the door…

You walked over to the door, and pressed your ear against it. 

“Damn thing…come on…open…” 

That wasn’t their voices.  

You panicked and called out “HEY! GET OUT OF HERE THIS ISN’T YOUR APARTMENT!” 

The jiggling didn’t stop. In fact, it seemed to get more vigorous. 

Without thinking twice, you called Loid. Please…please pick up. 

He answered quickly “Hello? Is this an emergency? I’m at work.” 

Tears started to fall down your cheeks, and you whispered back “Loid…I don’t know what to do someone’s trying to get into the apartment.” 

You heard something drop from the other side of the line, and he talked to you as calmly as he could, “I want you to push the couch against the door. I’ll be there soon, just stay calm. I need you to call Yor, she’ll come as soon as she hears.”

So you did, and the lock came undone on the door as soon as Yor hung up. She seemed to be on her way as well. The couch moved as the door came open more and more, and you used all your strength to hold the couch in its place. 

It only lasted a couple minutes, and you heard a grunt from the other side, before hearing Yor yell, “GET AWAY FROM OUR BABY!” Followed by noises of pain. 

“Yor!” You called, moving the couch out of the way. 

She didn’t answer, but you heard running up the stairs, which could have only been Loid. 

You slowly opened the door, and were met with the sight of both Yor and Loid beating this robber to a pulp. 

It was terrifying to say the least. 

But wait…did she call you…their baby?

You rushed over to them, and put your hand between them and the robber. “He’s…he’s beaten. You don’t have to hurt him anymore.” 

They turned to you with cold expressions, and Yor spoke up first, “He could have hurt you. He deserves this and worse.” 

Loid pitched in afterwards, “Someone so vile as to hurt you is in for a world of pain. If he even touched you…we’d kill him.” Before he realized his words and gave you a shy smile, “What I mean to say is…we love you. We’d do anything to protect you.” 

If they weren’t standing over a body, you might have blushed. But alas…there was a man who may not even be alive anymore at their feet. 

Yor stepped over the man and came to you, “We got you something!” She sounded way too happy for someone who may have killed a man. 

Loid walked over as well, “We got it a while ago…but now seems like as good a time as any.” And he pulled something out of his bag. 

It was wrapped, so you had no idea what it was. 

“Close your eyes dear.” He said. You didn’t wanna question them right at this very moment, so you did. 

You felt something wrap around your ankle. 

Opening your eyes, you looked down. Was that…a tracker?

“Loid! Yor! What is this?” You leaned down and tried to get it off, only to get a light shock sent through your leg. 

Yor smiled, and leaned in, giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Don’t worry, it’s just so we know where you are. Press that button on the side and it called us immediately. It will tell us if you’re in trouble.” 

You froze in place, “But…” You started.

“But nothing,” Said Loid, “Things could be dangerous for you. We want to keep you safe.” He put a hand to your back and led you into the apartment, leaving the man on the floor in the hallway. 

Yor followed you two, and Loid moved the couch back to its place, before sitting you down in the middle. 

Yor sat on one side, Loid on the other. They both held your hands, and you found yourself at a loss for words. 

“Don’t worry baby,” Yor said after a few moments of silence, “We’ll keep you safe. At the cost of anything.” 

You were theirs...like it or not.

#yandere! loid x reader #yandere! yor x reader #loid forger x reader #yor briar x reader #loid x reader x yor #x reader #gn reader #yandere x reader #spy x family x reader #sxf x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

You're worried about your neighbors.

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

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

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

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

You're worried about your neighbors.

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

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere prompts #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #spy x family imagines #yandere spy x family #spy x family #yandere sxf #sxf imagines #sxf #yandere yor #yandere yor forger #yandere loid #yandere loid forger #loid x reader #yor x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[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.”

#yandere yor forger #yandere spy x family #yandere forger family #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere loid forger #spy x family #spy x family yor #spy x family loid #yandere yor briar #yandere harem

[yandereaffections]

Can I please have Naga/Lamia Yor with sweet and innocent fem! Darling?

She's not going to listen to what her human has to say in the beginning, not a single plead will be heard, her darling is wrapped up in her coils and snuggled to keep their warmth insulated for the two of them

Yors small little human simply doesn't know what's best for them compared to the vast knowledge she's learned on the species, with all good intentions yor really wants you to be taken care of properly which means seeing you refuse water or the food she gathers only makes her motherly actions more overwhelming. Yor treats you like a pet for quite a bit before her condescending behavior turns in your favor.

If you play your cards right there shouldn't be any trouble with manipulating your way to safety, within time of course. Escaping the monster that has grown an emotional attachment is going to be quite the mission, especially when she's so sweet and comfy in the cold dark nights but you cant let her hypnotic ways get under your skin! Yor will start listening to you the more you cooperate with her care, reasoning that interacting with other humans is a requirement because of how you are a social animal and lying that humans die in captivity quickly has Yor worrying over if she's been torturing you this whole time. If she does let you on the paths she knows humans tend to go through her forest on it wouldn't be long before your frantic behavior makes her realize the escape plan, what a clever little thing her pet is.

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[deaddovedecadence]

Nebulas (in your eyes)

Pronouns: they/them you/yours

Summery: You meet a perfectly normal family on a perfectly normal Saturday shopping trip. Only… this family isn’t normal and their love isn’t either

Requests: How about a yandere parental Yor x Loid x Daughter! Reader where the reader is the big sister figure to Anya? Bonus points if u fit the Purge AU in...(Thanks to you, I binged some of it and it was really good. It is literally perfect Yandere material so here you go (this was meant to be a short headcanon thing but oh well))

For: @theartvampire2015

I think you meet the family during a shopping trip of some kind. Anya hears someone thinking, maybe it’s about a show she likes, or just something absent minded about getting home to their family before it gets too late. Whatever it is, Anya likes their thoughts and the way their mind feels to her. It’s almost comforting, their mind and it makes her happy so she’s running away from Yor to you

Now for you, this is a pretty normal shopping trip, you just want to get home because it’s your turn to cook and suddenly a little girl’s running right at you. Without thinking you drop your bags and catching her in your arms because she’s a kid and you don’t want her to get hurt.

Of course Yor freaks the fuck out because that’s her baby, and she doesn’t want her Anya getting hurt from approaching a rando. She starts to calm down when she sees you carefully cradling her in your arms lecturing her about safety even though you look deeply confused, and she wants to squeal!

Yor’s just so happy to her baby getting along with other people even if the way she’s going about it isn’t all that normal. Look Anya could kill someone and Yor would adore her so her being odd doesn’t phase her much.

Loid of course is kind of freaked out, especially if he”s accepted that this is his family and he runs every single kind of background check on the reader. Once he’s convinced that they don’t mean Anya or Yor any harm he tells Yor that she should invite them over.

So you get invited over to this rich family’s house and you don’t know how to say no so you go and actually have a pretty good time. Anya makes you laugh and you have fun with Yor comparing random stories. Loid watches you with the two most important women in his life and feels something.

They get together after you leave and Anya’s already whining for them to come back and play more. Yor’s just looking at her daughter a deadly smile, and Loid feels like everything has changed in a single moment.

And maybe you start to see them more, Yor’s always at your grocery when you are, you see Loid at the library patiently waiting for Anya to pick out a new book. You get used to these three sowing up in places you are and go to their house every weekend, saying that you’re just going to the library or something like that because you don’t want to explain it to your family (that’s your mistake).

Suddenly it’s been a year, and the purge rolls around again. A few weeks before your joking that it’s good no one’s coming after you for the purge because Anya might get upset. When you leave, oh darling when you leave, Yor breaks all of the furniture in the guest home with a hissing snarl.

Loid watches unflinchingly and once she’s calm enough to be left alone with their child, he calls in a favor and files with the purge office. You get the letter the next day,

Mx. Reader, it says,

I regret to inform you that a claiming has been sent in for you. On purge day, which is of course july fourth, your obsessors will be allowed to capture you and kill any that stand in their way.

You are dealing with two Class Five Yanderes, and our usual recommendation is to flee the country and change your name.

- A. Johnson

It’s terrifying, the letter in it’s smooth cream envelope warning you that your very autonomy might be taken away in a few weeks. What might be the worst part is the first thing you think to do is call Yor and see if she might be able to help because you shouldn’t bring them into this, it could kill them. At the same time it doesn’t feel like you have a choice.

Yor is without any other word, delighted when her soon to be daughter comes to her, almost crying and begging for her help. She pulls them close, shushing and soothing like she would for a distraught Anya. Meanwhile, you feel both horrible and safe.

Yor smells like cinnamon and although small, seems to overwhelm you in her hug. She tells you to stay with her family that you’ll be safe and she’ll explain everything to your family. guess what else is there left to do. You let her hold you tightly, shushing as you come down from a sobbing fit that racked your body you sign your own warrent

-

It’s been a few weeks since the day when Yor promised to protect you, and so far’s she’s kept her word. No one’s come for you, there’s no prickly feeling at the back of your neck.

There’s only Anya, jumping into your arms asking to play at every opportunity, only Loid, a quiet presence whenever you want to be alone but not really alone, only Yor steady warm and light. Sometimes it feels like you’ve been given the perfect family in these three and going back home seems to leave your mind.

Suddenly, suddenly it’s july fifth, and you’re waking up in Yor’s arms with Anya curled against your side and loid watching you and Anya even though Yor’s head is on his leg.

TBC

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[lovelyillness]

I JUST WANT THEM ALL GONE.

#pastel pink #pink #yandere #yandere aesthetic #yandere core #yandere things #yancore #yandere vent #yandere community #yandere confession #stalker #cute stalker #pretty stalker #murderous intent #feeling murderous #pinkcore #yor forger #the forgers #spyxfamily #spy x family #spy family #pink manga #pink anime #soft pink #pretty in pink #quote #pink quotes #anime

[xxiione]

#anime #anime / manga #anime aesthetic #anime art #anime icons #manga and stuff #matching icons #matching profile pictures #hunter x hunter #shizuku icons #shizuku murasaki #my dress up darling #my dress up doll #marin kitagawa #yandere #yande.re #yor briar #loid x yor #loid forger #spy x family #matching anime #anime gif #anime fanart #fanart

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Valentine’s Day L.O.V.E: Yor Forger

Love letters: how would they confess to their darling? 

She would confess in the sweetest way possible while not going too over the top. 

Optimistic: How would they react to their darling giving them something on Valentine’s Day? 

She would feel like the luckiest person alive while also feeling a bit overwhelmed by the fact that they gave her nothing at all. 

Victor or Runner-up: how would they react if their darling accepted or rejected their confession? 

Accepting: 

She would be over the moon and then some having her darling say that they love her. 

Rejecting: 

She would be near tears learning that they hate her. (Even if it wasn't that extreme, she would still feel that way no matter how easy they tried to let her down.) This doesn't mean that she will let them go but things won't be so easy from now on. 

Event: how would they spend valentine's day with their darling? 

She would go along with whatever her darling wanted by either planning the day out herself or going along with whatever her darling planned.  

#yandere #spy x family #yandere spy x #yor forger #yandere yor forger #yandere events #valentine event