#sxf x reader

[onyxmilk]

Twilight x f!Reader; "Missing"

notes; i <3 angst writing!!! tw; angst, pregnancy, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, loid went to get milk without even realizing wc; 1.5k

[YourName] stood there, uncharacteristically caught off guard. She knew there would be missions where Twilight couldn’t say where he was going or how long he’d be, but right now? When she had the biggest news of their lives to share? That simply was crueler than just cruel.

The woman looked down, nodding toward The Handler. “Uhm, okay, well, thank you.” [YourName] said, swallowing thickly before going to turn around. “I know you’re with child, (AgentName).” The Handler said making [YourName] halt in her foot steps, “I-I may be.” [YourName] replied.

“That’s wonderful news. Do you want me to send a message to Twilight?” The Handler asks, and as much as [YourName] wanted her husband to know- she shook her head. “No, I’ll let him know whenever he gets back. Even if it’s years later.” [YourName] said before heading back home.

Once home and the doors were locked, windows drawn to a close too, [YourName] finally broke down. She wasn’t ready to be a single mother, but from the way The Handler wanted to hand such a useless message to Twilight, [YourName] knew it was going to be quite a long time before [YourName] gets to feel Twilight’s lips against her own.

[YourName] curled into a ball on the couch, finally finished crying her eyes out. Afterwards she took a shower, made a dinner she’d share with her baby, and then headed to bed for the night. [YourName] didn’t dream that night, she just blinked and it morning.

She called out of work for the month, only returning to the office when she was five months pregnant, or around that time period. She didn’t expect to open the door and confetti be popped around her, but it happened. She should have expected something like this.

“Congratulations! We heard you were pregnant!” A co-worker said excitedly, [YourName] simply nodded with a bittersweet smile. “Oh, yeah, five months along.” [YourName] says, gently placing a hand on her forming bump. There was a small office baby shower for [YourName] which she had no choice but to accept.

For the next five months, [YourName] was pampered around the office, not that she asked for it- it seemed to just happen. [YourName] found out about the mission her husband had been sent on, and all she could summarize from it was that he played therapist and dad for another family.

The day someone accidentally spoiled what Twilight was doing, [YourName] excused herself to the bathroom where she cried out everything she had held back. She wanted Twilight to play father for the family they had made together. She would exit her bathroom, that’s when her water finally broke.

Her co-worker rushed her to the nearest hospital, which happened to be the one Twilight played Loid Forger at. [YourName] sat in her room, holding her arms, alone. She never in a million years thought she’d be alone in this situation, shes read many books where women have been, but she swore she’d never be alone in labor.

[YourName] munched on ice chips between tears, that’s when a familiar face had knocked on the door and entered, “Nightfall-“ [YourName] said clearing her throat, wiping her face, and setting the cup of ice chips down. “Twilight is simply across the building, we just have to tell him that [AgentName] is in the bit thing unit, he’d come.” Nightfall explained to [YourName], it just made the pregnant woman scoff.

“It’s not fair to distract him from his work, he has a wife and daughter to act out with.” [YourName] says, looking away from Twilight’s co-worker. “Yes, true, but you’re his real wife and you’re giving birth to his first born.” Nightfall says as she attempted to convince the woman to tell Twilight about her situation, “I made my decision, maybe he should’ve tried to reach out through The Handler.” [YourName] says.

Oh. Yeah. Nightfall was suppose to give those check in messages to The Handler. Oops. Nightfall sighed, “Your secret is safe with me.” she promised before exiting the room.

[YourName] sighed, and before she knew it, she was giving birth. The whole pushing and breathing thing was so much harder than she expected. She swore she almost fainted, but she shot right back into consciousness when she heard the cry of her baby. “It’s a girl!” The doctor said, gently setting the baby on [YourName]’s chest.

[YourName] cried happy tears for the first time her entire pregnancy. Instantly, baby girl stopped crying and cuddled into her mom’s chest. It melted [YourName]’s heart, she never wanted to let go of such a tiny thing before. Eventually, the nurses had to take the baby girl to wash her up and place her in a warm blanket and hat.

With the help of a co-worker, [YourName] got home with her daughter three days later. Lotte, meaning ‘free’ in German, settled in nicely. How [YourName] wished she had Twilight with her on some nights to cheer her up and explain how he’ll get Lotte so that she could get rest instead. But [YourName] pushed through, not letting herself get too down in the dumps due to it.

Months would pass, Lotte was finally almost ten months old. Lotte watched as her mother scattered around the room, going in and out of the kitchen, cleaning. It started to bother the baby that she wasn’t getting the attention she wanted, so she began to get fussy, which her mom simply put off as ‘hating the boppy’.

Fussy turned into crying, and [YourName] was right there. She held her daughter in her arms, gently rocking her, trying everything in her power to calm her down. “M..” baby Lotte mumbled “Mama..” she cried. Despite the crying, it was clear as day who Lotte was crying for and it warmed every ounce of [YourName]’s broken heart.

It had been over a year and some things had changed since Twilight had gone on his mission. It had been over an entire year, and since there were still no messages from him- [YourName] didn’t send any to him either. It broke her heart that she had to play single mom when she was legally married to Twilight.

It just proved to herself that she could do this alone, sure she had a bit of help from co-workers, but it was mostly her doing all the work! The thought of possibly divorcing him had floated through her head, but she loved Twilight way too damn much to go through with it.

Another year would pass and Lotte was walking now, sure she had a little wobble to her walk- but she was walking! It was one of those nice days where she was sure nothing could’ve gone bad, so [YourName] decided to take Lotte out for a little treat. Over the last two years, [YourName] realized her daughter loved those soft cake pops from a local café. So her daughter would get a cake pop and [YourName] would get something to drink.

As [YourName] entered into the café with Lotte in her arms, she hardly noticed Franky and a pink haired child sitting together. By the time the mother did notice, Franky had noticed her fully first. [YourName] set Lotte on the chair and unwrapped her cake pop before breaking it into fours and taking the stick away, she then sat down next to her daughter.

That is when Franky had approached her, now she knew who he was- he was the closest thing Twilight had as a friend. “[AgentName]?” The short man asked, out of habit [YourName] turned around slightly to face whoever called her name. “Oh.. Franky..!” [YourName] said, blinking a few times to try and see better.

“Oh my god, it is you!” Franky said, dropping the child’s hand. “Where have you been? Who’s this?” He asked, referring to Lotte. Lotte was too busy stuffing her face to notice a stranger doting over her. [YourName] sighed, “I’ll tell you who she is if you tell me who she is.” she said making Franky nod.

With some hesitation, [YourName] would finally tell Franky; “This is Lotte, she’s Twi’s and I’s daughter.” she announced. Franky practically blew up as he malfunctioned, he covered the pink haired girl’s ears before he spoke, “Thats not possible. Twilight has been on his mission for two years.” Franky defended, “And I was pregnant before he left, now who is she?” [YourName] replied, gesturing to the child Franky had with him.

The pink haired girl pushed Franky’s hands off her ears. “I’m Anya Forger! Loid and Yor Forger’s daughter!” Anya introduced, but then it kicked in for Anya that THIS woman was Loid’s REAL wife. “Your baby is pretty.” Anya said, trying to break tension.

“I’ve got to go.” [YourName] scoffed, cleaning up her and Lotte’s area before getting up and picking her daughter up and going to leave. “He didn’t want to leave, [AgentName],” Franky said across the café. “Yet, he did and hasn’t sent a message since.” [YourName] says before exiting the café.

Franky had a lot of information to pass to Twilight this afternoon.

[thehusbandoden]

Just Let me Explain -Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader

A/n: I'm not sure how good this is, feel free to let me know! <3

General info:

Genre: angst, slight comfort at the end \\ wc: 2,711 \\ posted: 03/14/24 \\ unclear ending

Summary:

You find out about Loid's mission.. how he was using you- and Anya.. that's what set you off the most. What hurt you the most.

Warnings!: a lot of angst, being used, misunderstanding, miscommunication, crying, confrontation, being ignored, ignoring, partner refusing to let go of you (briefly), Loid's mission, mentions of an orphanage, mention of an orphan, fear of putting a child back into an orphanage (briefly), mentions of a nightmare, child crying (briefly). I think that's all? Lmk if I miss any! <3

You lived the dream life. You were married to the love of your life, you had a darling young girl you’ve adopted, and you were loved by your small family unconditionally.  

Or... so you thought. That all changed when you found out your husband’s secret. A spy... he was sent on a mission to get married and have a child. Your entire relationship... was it all a lie? 

Tears stream down your face as you process the information time and time again. All of it... was for some mission of his? Did he ever even love you? You weren’t even sure at this point.  

You were currently curled in a ball on the bathroom floor, your back pressed against the door. The man in question spoke to you softly on the other side, asking for you to open the door and let him explain. You don’t respond, continuing to drown in your sorrow.  

Every minute that crawled by felt like an hour. Loid kept calling to you, his voice filling with more concern as you continued to stay silent.  

“Y/n... please... open the door. Let me explain, you’re worrying me.” 

“Don’t lie to me, Loid. I’m done with these mind games.” You whisper, your voice hoarse with sorrow. 

“Y/n... I-I don’t know what to say to that. Please... open the door.” 

“Why? So you can lie to me more? So you can gaslight me? So I can melt into your eyes and go back to believing that everything is okay?”  

“Y/n... please.”  

“No, Loid. I’m done. I’m so done with letting you control me by playing with my feelings. It was all a lie... wasn’t it.”  

Loid hesitates, his voice faltering as he attempts to fix the mess he made.  

“And Anya? She’s a part of your sick game too, isn’t she?” You mutter, your tears drying against your skin. Your sorrow was slowly growing into acceptance.  

“She is a part of my mission, yes.” He whispers.  

You let out a low chuckle filled with bitterness. “And what? What happens once your mission is finished? Do you leave? Stay with us? End us? End *me* now that I know?”  

“No, I wouldn’t ever kil-” his voice falters once more. 

You let out a low laugh that expressed your pain perfectly. “You’re a pathetic excuse as a father. I used to think you were so good to Anya. That you were the perfect father for her- but you plan on *leaving* both of us. Or do you plan on making it worse!? Are you going to end me and leave her in that run-down orphanage again!?” You snap, standing up. 

You feel your acceptance turning into anger as you throw the bathroom door open, glaring up at the man you once called yours.  

“Y/n I-”  

“Why Loid!? Why do you plan on ruining our lives?!”  

“Y/n it’s not that simple.” He sighs, moving aside to give you a path. You take it, storming out of the bathroom. You pace around the living room and kitchen.  

“Don’t give me that. You played friends until you captured my heart, gave me a flimsy love confession-” he flinched “-and then slid an *engagement* ring on my finger for some stupid mission!?”  

He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance to speak. “What about Anya!?” You yell, shoving a finger into his chest. Your anger boiled over at the thought of your precious little girl. She’s been through several homes already; she can’t go back to that horrid orphanage.  

“I-” 

“Are you going to leave us!? Kill me and leave her as an orphan again!? Tell me, Loid!” You demand, staring into his eyes. You used to think you would never treat him like this no matter how angry you got... but the thought of your baby losing another family threw out all self-control.  

“You know me better than that, y/n.” Loid sighs.  

“I don’t Loid. I used to think that you were a good man that worked hard to support his family, but I was wrong. All you are is a selfish pig who cares about nothing but himself.” You spit.  

Loid’s eyebrow twitches. You don’t notice. 

“Anya deserves better than this, Loid! Were you really planning on leaving us alone once your mission is finished!? Were you going to give us a goodbye or were you going to just leave!?”  

He still doesn’t say anything. Your anger slowly boils over, every second he ignores you adding another drop into the already over-filled cup of self-restraint. “I... do not know what I was going to do.”  

Another drop falls, spilling the rage over. You pull yourself away, so you don’t physically lash out. “I can’t believe I loved you!? I can’t believe that I trusted you, Loid! Was it all fake!?”  

Loid doesn’t respond.  

“Was it fake!” You repeat, trembling with rage and hurt. “Answer me!”  

Loid has an unreadable expression on his face as he looks into your eyes. “Yes, it was fake...” his eyes twinge with something you can’t read. Shrugging it off, you desperately try to hold yourself together.  

“So every time you said you loved me back. It was all a lie?”  

“Yes...”  

“Every time you told *Anya* you loved her back. It was a lie!?”  

An unreadable look in his eye makes your lip tremble. “Yes...”  

“So, you were planning on leaving us? All along?”  

“Stop asking questions, it’s annoying.” His gaze hardens.  

“Loi-”  

“I said, stop asking questions.” He glares down at you. “I do not love you, nor Anya. Either keep quiet and continue to help with my mission, or you will no longer be needed.” 

You feel something crack deep inside you. You try to hold yourself together as your hands shake uncontrollably. “I hate you.” You whisper. Loid flinched, watching you walk to the guest room. You close the door, locking it behind you.  

Once the door closes, you break down once more. Falling to the floor as your body is wracked with sobs.  

~~ 

Hours pass by before you come out again. Loid was sitting on the couch, reading a book. You would have smiled at the simplicity earlier this morning, but now all you feel is numb. You slip a pair of slippers on, grabbing your keys.  

“Where are you going?” Loid speaks up, his gorgeous blue eyes finding yours. You turn away, refusing to maintain eye contact.  

You don’t respond, walking out the door. Loid lets out a long sigh but doesn’t follow you.  

~~ 

“A-and then Sy-on boy made fun of Becky! I didn’t punch him though mama! I smiled like you said!”  

“Good job baby.” You mumble, a plastic smile on your face. The words of your precious girl weren’t registering in your head, you were too focused on the fact that your husband- ex-husband? You don’t even know anymore- is really planning on leaving both you and Anya when his mission is over. 

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, you see Anya close to tears. You immediately go into protective mode, your eyes hardening as you pull over. “Anya what happened sweetie? Did something happen at school? Are you being bullied? Did someone hurt you??” You bite your bottom lip to confine your rage, the metallic taste of blood staining your tongue.  

“N-no mama! Nothing happened at school!” Anya sniffled, trying to contain her tears.  

“What is it baby? You can tell me, I’m your mama.” You coo, rubbing her hair gently, pressing a comforting kiss to her forehead.  

“I-I u h... umm...” Anya starts to sweat, looking around the car. 

“Shhh it’s okay baby. You can tell me.” 

“B-Bond ate my peanuts!” Anya blurts out, showing you an empty bag of peanuts. There was no sign of damage from your family dog, she must have just forgotten that she ate them, which happens frequently.  

“Oh baby, it’s okay. We can buy more, alright? Next time tell mama what the problem is so we can fix it, m’kay?”  

“Yes mama.”  

“That’s my smart girl.” You kiss her forehead once more, savoring the relationship you have with her. You’ve always wanted to be a mother, and Anya fulfilled that desire. You were hoping you and Loid could have a few of your own one day, but that’s not going to happen... 

You make sure Anya is buckled before moving back to your own seat, strapping your seat belt on before pulling back onto the road. 

~~~ 

“Daddy! Look at what mama got me!” Anya squeals in excitement, bursting through the front door. She runs into the kitchen where Loid was pacing, embracing his legs. He flinches at the sudden entrance, but gives the girl a small smile, leaning down to her level. 

You walk in afterwards, shutting and locking the door. “Anya, don’t forget to change!” You call, placing a few grocery bags on the kitchen counter.  

“Yes mama!” She calls, pouting up at Loid. 

He chuckles, leaning down to ruffle her hair. “Go listen to your mother, Anya. And don’t let her see you with your shoes on the carpet, alright?” He smiles, an amused twinkle in his eye.  

You would have melted at the scene... if you didn’t know.  

Loid catches your gaze, causing you to frown. Even though he’s planning on completely ruining not only your life, but Anya’s he looks so... relaxed. 

You open your mouth to say something, when you notice it. 

His eyes... were red. Your frown deepens... you’ve only seen Loid cry once, and he never mentioned it when you did.  

~ 

It was before Anya, in the first few months of your marriage. You had woken up in the middle of the night to see him whimpering in his sleep.  

He whimpered “mom” and “dad” several times, tears slipping down his cheeks as he cried for anyone to help him. You gently woke him out of his nightmare, pulling him to your chest. He was shocked from the whiplash of being in such a traumatizing past one moment to being in your arms the next.  

He let you cradle him to your chest, his head comfortingly resting on your breasts. You stroked his hair, murmuring soft words of comfort to him, letting him recover from the terrifying dream.  

You laid with him for several hours before falling back asleep yourself. You don’t know how long he held onto you, but he was up the next time you woke up. He hasn’t mentioned it, and he probably never will.  

~ 

Words catch in the back of your throat. Before you’re able to formulate anything, Anya catches your attention. You look back at your red-eyed husband once more before turning to your little girl.  

“Anya, what have I told you about taking your shoes straight away?” You gently scold, lifting her off of the carpet.  

“Sorry mama!” Anya’s cute pout makes your heart melt, causing you to grow even softer. You sigh, placing her down in the entrance of the home. 

“Just take them off now and do better next time, alright?”  

“Yes mama!” Her giggle was worth the stress. You smile fondly at your baby girl, watching her take her shoes off.  

“Y/n.” Loid whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck. You stiffen, clenching your jaw.  

“Let go of me.” You whisper, biting your lip.  

“Y/n, let me talk.”  

“Let go of me.” 

“Y/n-” his voice cracks. 

You pull away, walking over to Anya. Loid’s voice cracks again. You don’t turn to look at him. If you looked at his guilt-ridden face for too long, you would break. 

~~ 

Later that night. You were silently washing the dishes after Anya went to bed, your expression unreadable. Loid was in the living room, watching you work. He sighed, running a hand through his blonde locks. “Y/n?” He murmured.  

You don’t respond, your eyebrow twitching in irritation. Loid let out a strained sigh, standing up. He takes a step towards you, hesitating.  

“Y/n, please don’t ignore me...”  

You don’t say anything, biting your lip to maintain a calm composure... well as calm as you’re able to be. 

“Y/n.” His voice grew sharper as he steps into the dimly lit kitchen, his voice full of frustration and a hint of something you can’t understand.  

You continue to ignore him, causing him to let out another sigh, longer this time. “Y/n please.” He steps closer.  

Your fingers dig into your palms as you continue to ignore him. Your shoulders tremble from intense emotion, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.  

“Y/n...” he whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently takes your hands, intertwining your fingers so your nails dug into his hands instead of your own. You lift the pressure, not wanting to hurt him.  

“Let go of me.” You whisper, your voice trembling.  

“Y/n, just let me explain.” He whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched at his warm breath on your skin, wanting to give in to his comfort and break down in his arms. You get a hold of yourself, stiffening in his hold.  

“I don’t want to hear you explain.”  

“Y/n-”  

“Loid. Let go of me.”  

“Baby. Baby listen.” He whispers, shaking as he holds you close to his chest. You gasp softly, tears slipping down your cheeks. Loid has rarely used pet names for you, telling you that he thought it was childish and would much rather call you by name. You didn’t mind it, but it did make you feel so loved when you heard any pet name from his lips.  

“My love, it’s not what it looks like. Let me explain. Let me earn your trust back, just please... Please don’t leave. Don’t take my beloved away, don’t take our baby girl.” He sniffled, causing you to stiffen.  

Was he... about to cry...? 

You don’t protest any further, letting him talk. He hesitates at first, holding you tighter as he buries his face in your neck. “You’re right. This started as a mission. I was tasked to get a wife and child, enroll the child in Eden Academy, and get information on a man that is a great risk to us. It *started* as nothing but a mission, without any feelings attached.” Loid muttered, sounding exhausted and... ashamed?  

“Y-you don’t love me? Or Anya?” Your voice cracked with inexpressible hurt.  

“No! No baby I do. I love you; I love you to the moon and back. I love you more than myself- more than anyone, anything! And Anya too! I would do anything for my girls.” Loid quickly protests, holding you tighter, like he was afraid of letting you go; like you would disappear if he ever let you out of his hold. 

“B-but you said...”  

Loid spins you around, looking you dead in the eye as he fondly cradles your face, his thumbs gently wiping your tears away. “In the beginning, it was all for my mission. I’ll be dead honest y/n. When I met you, when we dated, I had zero feelings for you. But that changed. I fell in love with you-” his voice cracks, tears streaming down his own cheeks, “-I saw you for you saw how much you loved me, how perfect you are... that love confession was real. My love for Anya is real. And I would rather be gruesomely killed than ever let anything happen to my girls. I would- nor could never leave either of you. You are my world, and I cannot live without you.”  

Your tears quickened as you stared into the eyes of your husband, truth and overwhelming guilt swimming in their deep blue depths. You choke on a response, tears dripping off your chin.  

“Shhhh it’s okay baby.” He whispers, pulling you to his chest. He caresses your head, leaning his lips against your forehead. He kisses your forehead slowly and lovingly, adding another and another to the pile as you break down in his warm, comforting arms.  

“I promise baby. I would never leave you. I could never leave you. You are my world, my universe, my everything. I am nothing without you and our little girl. Our beautiful little girl.” He whispers, kissing your tears away.  

As you sob into his chest, he gently and lovingly dries off your hands before lifting you into his strong arms. He carries you to bed, cradling you to his chest as he lays down, cooing comforting words.  

You peacefully fall asleep in his arms, your face buried in his chest as you sob, listening to his soothing words as he slowly strokes your head and back.  

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[angelltheninth]

Threesome with Loid and Yor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[randoimago]

Hi there is it okay if I could please have some headcanons on how yor yuri and loid from spy x family would react to meeting their younger siblings s/o for the first time the reader in this scenario is their younger sibling and they've just been invited to meet their partner for the first time how does it go down ?

Meeting Their Little Sibling (Reader)'s Partner

Fandom: Spy x Family

Character(s): Loid Forger, Yor Briar, Yuri Briar

Note(s): Ngl, this is so interesting. Especially since Loid is a spy on enemy lines so meeting your partner means you're also in the same country as him. (I mean I could've written before the mission, but that's no fun).

I also wrote Yor and Yuri together because that sounds like a chaotic mess and I'm here for it.

Loid

He only had you after mom had died. You were the only one left and he promised to keep you safe and alive. Learning that you moved to the country that he's infiltrating as a spy made him want to tear his hair out. But then he learned that you were dating someone here too.

He feels a mix of emotions, none he outwardly displays. But there is a bit of coldness radiating from him towards you and your partner when he meets them. Of course, he brings Yor and Anya in hopes those two help scare your partner away.

He pretends to be happy, smiling at meeting your partner, but in his head he has all the details of them. He knows all of their previous relationships and how they ended. All of which he had looked into before meeting them so he knew rather this person is good for you or not (considering you're both on enemy lines, he already has them as a no).

Might have a long talk with you two after this meeting. Just because, this country is the one that caused your mother to die and now you're dating someone here? Yes he's married, but it's for his job (which he kept all details away from you). Seriously, Loid would've put up with you pretending to date Franky (a thought that he hates) if you were just trying to not be suspicious too. He just can't help feeling a bit betrayed.

Yuri + Yor

One is an assassin, the other part of the secret police. Both of them have it as a secret from you, but man do they use their jobs as an advantage when they hear you have a partner.

Yuri wants to arrest your partner. On what grounds, who knows. Hell, he would plant fake evidence if he didn't care about his job as much as he does. He doesn't even pretend to like your partner.

Yor does. She smiles and acts nice and sweet, but she probably breaks a couple bones when she shakes your partner's hand. When you're put of the room, she is still smiling as she promises to end them if they hurt you. Yuri thinks she's being an overprotective sister and he joins in with the threats.

The threats end up being a bit too detailed and specific, but your partner is too terrified to piece anything together. And the two are idiots. Then you walk into the room and it's more happy smiles from Yor while Yuri pouts and tries to find a bottle of wine.

[thequietkid-moonie]

The Forger with an autistic child

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Anya, Loid & Yor ] [ Spy x Family ]

I HAD to do this, I wouldn't be in peace with myself if I didn't do this, seriously is just that they are a really cute family 🥺🥺

You were in the same orphanage as Anya, you two were really close friends, for being consider weird for the other kids you two always stuck together (you were the only one Anya talk to)

Anya may not understand exactly your autism, but she understand that there are things that makes you uncomfortable or even hurt so she help you avoid them, also she doesn't see anything bad with your "strange behavior", she easily adapt to whatever you do/need

Whenever you go non-verbal or semi-verbal is not a problem, she can easily read your mind, that could make you find out about her power, at first she try to cover it, but at the end she will admit it but beg you to keep it as a secret, and you do

When Loid come to adopt a kid and get interested in Anya she makes sure he adopt you too, she wasn't planing to leave you behind, and thats how you became officialy a family

You had your own room, but if you had problems adapting to your new house Anya offer you to sleep together in her room (or yours), but if you decline she will let Chimera in your room to make you company (Anya give to Chimera the important mission of keep you company at night until you get fully adapted and comfortable in your new house)

It won't take long for Loid to notice your autism, but he won't say anything right away, first will try to find out if you know what is autism and that you have it, knowing it or not he will take time to explain it to you and try to discover how exactly affects you

Loid have an incredible power of adaptation, and if he need to adapt the house for you to be comfortable he will. He will make sure your room is decored at your liking and full of things of your comfort!

Also, Loid is really caring with both of you (even if he doesn't want to admit it), so he is going to be careful with how he treat you until he identificate all your needs, he will memorize them to take them always in consideration

If you have food sensory issues then he won't cook with whatever you don't like, and have no problem with cooking your comfort food whenever you want, but also will try to keep a healthy and balanced diet. Still, if there something you dont want to eat Anya will eat it for you if you eat her carrots

When he meets Yor and offer her the deal he makes sure to tell her about you, at first he just tell her that you have autism but when they get married and she move to the house thats when he give her more details about your condition and needs

To be honest Yor really wants to be your mother but is scare to do so, she is scare to do something wrong and upset you, specially if are having troubles to accept her (changes can be difficult to handle)

Yor will take the longest time to adapt, but that doesn't mean that she didn't likes you. She will try to remember all the things that triggered you or the things that help you to be able to take good care of you

For a while she probably were so nervous that even treat you like if you were made of glass, so Loid will have to reasure her that its fine, she didn't have to be so nervious or careful, he will teach her how to approach to you, even Anya will try to help! (and if you yourself approach her, maybe to apologize or to reasure her that she is fine Yor will be on the verge of tears)

They always try to avoid whatever triggered you, but in case you ended getting overwhelmed both are quickly to react and help you out. Anya too, since she can read your mind she could easily know when something is bothering you and she is ready to help you too

We know they are pretty protective parents, so in the case that you get overwhelmed or even start getting an anxiety attack by someone's fault they could take care of it rather easily (Yor is more direct while confronting the person), if it was an accident with an apologize it would be fine, but if that person did it in purpose then they won't be able to get away so easily

[shy-baby-birb]

Dilf Loid Forger Appreciation Post!

Just a bunch of pictures if Loid being an absolute dilf as always.

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Why is he so good-looking? This is a crime! This man is a criminal! A very, very sexy criminal; who also happens to be an international spy and a not-so-great but still trying his best dad to Anya. Also— the ascot? I'm dying!

                                                                                                   

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[obitohno]

mission: alpha

loid forger x reader

synopsis ⤸

loid likes yor, really, he does. but there’s just something about you that he can’t resist.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, bodyguard! reader, forbidden love, mutual pining, angst, make up sex, elevator sex, oral sex, blowjobs, deep-throating, cum swallowing, mirror sex (kinda?), cunnilingus, spitting, fingering, masturbation, making out, first kiss, cheating, emotional cheating, mentions of infidelity/divorce, kissing is cheating idc, yuri makes an appearance

word count ⤸

5.9k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, this is my first ever spy x family fic, n originally, it was supposed to be much shorter than this, but i got carried away, n here we are, almost 6k later, oops. i’m treating this fic as an early birthday present to myself bc it’s my birthday in less than three hours, so i really, really hope that you guys will enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

two summers have passed since the day you met the loid forger, and initially, upon discovering the disappointing fact that he was a married man, you’d had zero interest in becoming the other woman. 

but sometimes, fate has a very funny way of messing with you. 

initially, it was simply the determination to crack your way through that tough exterior of his that had drawn you to him, even long after the two of you had completed that very first infiltration mission together. at first, he’d been a challenge to get along with—all short answers, swift departures from conversations, and an endless supply of smiles that had never reached in his eyes. 

but, much to your surprise—and even more so, his—it hadn’t actually taken all that long for you to wear him down. quickly, he’d grown accustomed to the sound of your voice chattering away by his side whenever you followed him back to headquarters, despite the fact that you had repeatedly ignored his insistence of not needing a bodyguard, and he would also pointedly pretend that he didn’t hear you mumble a reminder that that was exactly what you had been hired to do. 

two years had passed by, and whilst he adjusted to being shadowed wherever he went, you began to adjust to the way that your feelings were slowly morphing into something that definitely breached past the barrier of professional. it hadn’t registered until after you’d first recognised the anxiety-induced ache in your chest during an absolute shit-show of a mission that had had you launching yourself at loid in order to shove him out of the way of an incoming barrage of bullets aimed his way. however, you hadn’t planned for his fingers tightening around your wrist, roughly yanking you with him. bewilderment had had your feet stumbling pathetically, and you’d landed directly on top of him, an airy oof! painfully punched out of your lungs. 

he’d looked furious, brows knitted together as his mouth had opened, shouting at you over the sound of something exploding in the far distance. but you hadn’t paid attention to a single word that he’d spat at you. in fact, you’d been so distracted by the movements of his lips that you’d failed to notice that the target had advanced upon you until it was too late. 

ultimately, the mission had ended as a success, but not without the expense of a few hundred thousand pounds in damages and a couple of broken ribs. despite your protests, you’d been ordered to take leave until you’d healed. and of course, you had appealed, but ultimately, you’d had no choice but to relent when it had been revealed that it was loid who had actually submitted a request for leave in your stead. 

the revelation had boiled your blood, because, really, how fucking dare he? 

it’s been two months since, and you’ve now returned to your duties as his bodyguard. 

you had thought that with the time off from work, your irritation would have simmered by now. but each time you look at the back of his head full of sun-kissed locks, heat burns at the centre of your chest and spreads until your pulse boils in your eardrums. 

loid notices that something is different as soon as you return to watching over him without so much as word uttered toward him. you are civil, nodding in greeting when the two of you meet at headquarters whenever loid is summoned, but when he’s out and about, you’ve now taken to retreating from his side to follow at a few paces behind. 

ultimately, he suspects that if he refuses to acknowledge your attitude, it’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll simply get over it. 

you do not. 

another three weeks pass by, and loid is starting to stress. 

his emotions are easily hidden behind a blank slate that is perpetually glued to his annoyingly handsome face, and so, you don’t care to show any signs of returning to chatting his ear off any time soon. 

he’d never thought that he’d ever see the day when he’d admit that he misses listening to your voice, sometimes so unbearably loud that it makes him flinch when your shrill laughter drifts down the tunnel of his eardrum. 

he also doesn’t know when he’d gotten to the point that he craves after the memory of the heat of you standing far too close for comfort, just to murmur an order into the shell of his ear. or when you used to lean in so that his senses were overwhelmed with the scent of you, you, you.

shit. 

he misses you. 

it’s an irritating pill to swallow, one that has him blindly searching for you at the gala that he’s required to attend tonight. he’s supposed to be posing as a local museum curator, under the pretences that he’s been sent to take part in the auction that is due to take place later in the evening.

you are supposed to pose as his wife for the evening, but when you had read the mission details aloud, loid had had to pretend that the disgusted crinkling of your nose hadn’t struck a nerve. 

you were supposed to meet him almost half an hour ago, but he decides that as much as he wants you by his side—even if it’s just the two of you playing pretend—he’s waited long enough. 

he has a job to do, and his work always comes first.

but just as he’s turning away, your voice is calling him from across the lounge, and he doesn’t even have time to feel embarrassed by how his neck snaps towards you so quickly that he actually feels it crick. 

and there you are, frame wrapped in a midnight-coloured silk that clings to your form like a second skin, your eyelids painted a similar colour. and if loid squints, he can just make out the shimmer that glows upon the curves of your cheeks, and despite the fact that you look a tad flustered as you click, clack your way across the marbled floor, he thinks that you’re heaven on earth. 

you reach his side, already putting on a performance as your arm slides to link with his, your lips moving a mile a minute as you ramble your excuses for being late. 

but loid doesn’t care. 

you’re here, looking like an absolute gem by his side, and you’re touching him. 

god, when was the last time that you’d touched him? he doesn’t even know when he’d come to care for the innocent brush of your hand at his back when you’d steer him through the busier streets of tokyo, or the gentle tap of your finger to his shoulder, just to gain his attention. 

well, you certainly have it now. 

his mind is racing, gaze gluing itself to every inch of your body, and up close, he can see that you’ve spread that otherworldly shimmer along the length of your collarbones. he imagines the movement of your fingers, and he finds that all he can now think about is tracing your movements with his tongue. 

fuck. 

no. 

what is he thinking? 

yor, fuck, think of yor. 

yor, his kind, darling wife, who waits for him at home, and cooks him a warm meal everyday. yor, who does his laundry and let’s him use the bath first because he’s had a long day at work. yes, think of lovely, sweet yor. 

only, he can’t. 

he hasn’t thought about yor for a long time. 

he doesn’t know when it had started happening, but being with yor feels nice and simple, and safe, yes, but it’s also boring. and as lovely as yor is, loid has known for a long time that he doesn’t want boring. 

he wants you. 

you’ve not noticed that he’s blatantly staring at your mouth, already veering off toward the large doors, painted an obnoxious shade of gold, that lead to the ballroom. 

only, the two of you never make it that far. 

you’re too busy with making it to the ballroom to recognise the sensation of loid’s fingers curling around your wrist, and then he’s tugging at you, strong arm easily snaking its way around your waist to disguise the stumbling of your feet.

having already studied the blueprints of the building, it doesn’t take long for loid to locate one of many exclusive guest rooms that are usually used for private entertainment. he’s already pushing you inside and locking the door shut before you manage to catch enough wit about yourself to ask him just what in the hell does he think he’s doing? 

‘this,’ he says lowly, the flat of his palm pressing to your shoulder and shoving you against the door. you startle, taken aback by his manhandling, but then your heart is leaping into the back of your throat when his mouth traces over yours. 

your reaction is instant, and what starts as just feeling each other out with every hesitant press of your lips, is soon moulding a fire that burns your insides when he licks his way into your mouth. 

it feels like a dream, to have him trap you against the door like this, but when his tongue is busy massaging up the length of yours, your body stills upon the feeling of his left hand pressing to your cheek in order to tilt your head just how he needs you. the metal of his wedding ring is warmed by his body temperature, but on your skin, it’s an ice-cold reminder that you’re treading on forbidden territory. 

as far as the door will allow, you lean from his touch, your hands reaching to shove at his chest. 

a muffled grunt of surprise is breathed from between his lips, and you can no longer look at his face, eyes drawn to that gleam of gold that makes your stomach twist with guilt. 

with nausea. 

what have you done?

you think of poor yor, and of how she’d always happily welcomed you into their home with that pretty little smile of hers. the thought of betraying her sickens you, and so your eyes meet loid’s with the intention of telling him that this is a regret that he doesn’t want to make. 

except, he’s twisting the wedding band from his finger and shoving it into the inside pocket of his blazer. 

‘i don’t love her,’ he tells you, desperation lacing his tone. that may be so, you daren’t hope, but that doesn’t mean that you’re willing to be his mistress either. 

‘you’re married to her,’ you reply, voice quiet. 

he looks stumped, almost hurt, and he inches closer, his fingers reaching for you once more. when you flinch out of reach, back pressed to the door, he stills, the corners of his mouth pulling downward. 

‘i—’

he doesn’t even know what to say. you’re not wrong—it is her that he’s legally bound to, but he’s long realised that it isn’t what he wants anymore. 

he exhales a sigh, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. and then, in a very tiny voice, he admits, ‘i’ve been issued an alpha.’ 

in his line of work, a mission can be submitted under one of the four official rankings: alpha, beta, gamma and omega. alphas, the highest of all rankings, you know to be very rare. you also know that by him telling you this, he’s breaking just about every rule in his working contract, and you gawk at him as he continues:

‘my marriage isn’t real.’ 

a pause, and then:

‘what?’

you’re glaring now, eyes narrowing up at him. 

‘that isn’t funny—’

‘i’m undercover,’ he rushes to explain, ‘i can’t… i can’t give you details, but… marrying yor was necessary because i needed a reliable story should anyone ask about me.’ 

your lips part, but you don’t even know how to voice the question that you desperately want to ask. 

he seems to understand what you’re asking, and he shakes his head, ‘she doesn’t know, no.’ 

somehow, that makes you feel even worse. here you were, locking lips with her husband, whilst she sits, waiting for him to come home, completely unaware that her entire marriage is a sham. 

‘oh my god.’ 

loid reaches for you again. ‘listen—’

‘oh my god, loid! what the fuck?!’ 

you’re horrified. at yourself, for not only kissing a married man, but for also betraying his poor, innocent wife, and especially for even entertaining the hope of him potentially returning your feelings. 

you feel sick.

‘that—’ you motion a hand between the two of you, your fingers reaching to brush as your lips that now lack the gloss that you had applied earlier this evening. ‘was that—?’ 

he looks as if you’ve physically struck him. 

wounded, he manages to grit out, ‘i wanted to.’ 

you scoff. disbelief still stings at your chest and you’re already turning toward the door, hand twisting the lock and tugging at the handle. but before you’re able to make your escape, his hand is slapped flat against the door, slamming it shut once more. 

he closes in on you from behind, and all you can feel is the heat of him seeping through the thin material of your silken dress. with your neck bare, his breath fans across your skin, and you inhale deeply, fingers tightening around the door handle until your knuckles lighten. 

‘please.’ 

the word is whispered into the shell of your ear, and you’re unable to mask the shiver that travels up the length of your spine. your pulse quickens, despite the fact that you know that it’s wrong just how much your body craves his touch. still, with one thought of mrs loid forger, your resolve strengthens, and your spines straightens. 

you clear your throat, yanking at the handle once more, ‘yor deserves better.’ 

and then, you’re gone, and with you, you take a piece of loid’s heart.

ɞ  

two days later, you’re reassigned. 

at first, the sudden news comes as a shock, but you’re glad for the opportunity to escape the nauseating guilt that churns at your stomach whenever you think about the subject of your very present affections. and after being reprimanded for abandoning the gala just two days before, you eagerly welcome the chance at being able to avoid loid for as long as possible. 

however, the relief is short lived. 

for when you meet your new assignment, you think that the world must truly have it out for you. 

yuri briar is the spitting image of his sister. 

when you’re introduced to him, you almost put in a request for another transferral. but when he flashes you a smile that is the exact copy of yor’s, you’re already giving in, returning his grin with a coy one of your own. 

working with yuri is nothing like at all like it was with loid. whilst the latter had been all stiff smiles and curt small talk, it is yuri who talks your ears off when the two of you are out on patrol later that day. you welcome the refreshing change, despite the fact that you spend the majority of the conversation trying to steer the subject toward anything that isn’t related yor forger. 

much to your chagrin, you’re subjected to almost three hours of the younger briar sibling gushing about his sister, and if not for the huge pay check that you’ll be receiving at the end of the month, you’d probably have told your superior officer that you were quitting. 

soon, the weeks are flying by, and you somehow manage to think of loid less and less. 

until, one night, you’ve stayed behind to fill in the paperwork that yuri hadn’t had the time to submit, because he’d insisted that he absolutely could not be late to dinner with yor tonight. 

‘i owe you,’ he’d promised, and you’d reluctantly given in the doe-eyed look that he’d given you with a chest heaving sigh. 

and so, here you are, leaving headquarters almost three hours later than usual. 

it’s already dark outside, the streetlights illuminating the pavement an amber glow. you stifle a yawn with the back of your hand, eyes squeezing shut as you do so. because of this, you fail to sense the sudden presence that appears right before you, until it’s too late. 

you roughly collide with a bony shoulder, a hand clasping onto your elbow to steady your balance. your eyes fly open to meet a pair of steely blue orbs that are already fixated to your own as you come face to face with the very man that haunts your thoughts. 

‘loid.’ 

his name flies from your mouth before you can stop it, and you’d be blind to not notice the way that his gaze flickers to watch the way your lips form the singular syllable. 

you make to put some space between the two of you with a step backwards, but his hand at your elbow holds fast. 

‘i’ve been looking for you.’ 

he blurts the words before you can move away, and you stiffen, bewildered by his open honesty. 

‘because?’ 

his hand slips from your elbow, and you swallow down the disappointment that you feel when he takes a step backward. for a long moment, he stares at you, and his attentions form a frown between your brows. 

‘you look well,’ he notes, voice low as his gaze catches on the badge that hangs from around your neck. ‘yuri, huh?’ 

you offer a polite smile, unsure of what else to say as you murmur, ‘yeah.’ 

something flashes in those blue eyes that bore into you in a way that makes it seem as if he’s staring straight through you. 

there’s a beat, and then he says, ‘yor and i…’ 

you immediately grimace. you take another step backwards, throwing a thumb over your shoulder, in the opposite direction of which you were originally heading, ‘look, i have to—’

he blurts, ‘we’re getting a divorce.’ 

the rest of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue. 

you look at him properly. 

uncharacteristically, he looks weary, eyes tired and hair a little mussed as if he’s run his fingers through it one too many times. for once, he openly wears a strange mix of both unease and hope that crooks his eyebrows upwards. a niggle of doubt bites at the back of your neck, but when your eyes lower to glance at his left hand, there isn’t a ring in sight. his finger is free of a tan line, and you recognise that he’s probably not worn that band of gold for a long time. 

and you are loathe to admit that the sight has your pulse beating just that little bit faster. 

‘loid—’

‘can we talk?’ he interrupts, glancing around as if only just remembering that you’re both stood in the middle of the pavement. the street is empty save for the two of you, but you agree that it’s probably better to continue this conversation in private. before your lips part to agree, loid beats you to it, ‘i live nearby—we can talk there.’ 

he’s already steering you into the opposite direction, and you’re rushing to keep up, breathless by how quickly he’s walking when you ask, ‘you moved out?’ 

‘yes.’ 

his answer is short, blunt, and the way he says it reminds you of the time when you’d first been assigned to him. the nostalgia has the corners of your mouth tilting upward, eyelids lowering as you follow him toward his new home. 

it really is nearby—just a mere few streets away from your place of work—and you follow him inside the multi-storey apartment complex. he leads you through the reception, and the elevator ride up to the ninth floor is silent, your spine tense with apprehension. you pointedly keep your gaze fixed to the seam where the closed doors meet in the middle. from the corner of your eye, you can see him glancing at you every so often before shifting his stare to the red numbers that are slowly counting upwards. 

only, just as the elevator reaches the fourth floor, loid is slamming his palm over the emergency stop button. 

there’s a deafening, grating noise as the gears suddenly grind to a halt, and the vibrations actually make your teeth hurt. 

when things eventually fall quiet, you turn to gape at him, ‘what the fuck are you—?’ 

your protests are silenced by his mouth moulding to yours. 

his hands are closing over your cheeks, holding you still as he presses his chest yours, your chin tilted up to allow him to meld his tongue to yours. the sudden assault of the scent of him dizzies you, and you’re scrambling to drag in air between your lips with each kiss that he forces you to accept. previously, you would’ve liked to believe that your resolve is far stronger than this, but as soon as he guides you to mirrored wall of the elevator, all rationality is thrown out of the window. 

you return his kisses with as much vigour as he’s giving them, your fingers tangling into the silky strands of his hair and tugging a low groan from the centre of his chest. you feel it vibrate against yours, and you answer by licking at the inside of his cheek. at some point, one of his hands travels down to the waistband of your trousers, deft fingers dipping just under the fabric to tug it a little further down your hips. 

‘in here?’ you whisper against his lips, to which he answers with a hum, already working to open the clasp and pull the zipper downward. 

‘here,’ he confirms, the tips of his middle and index fingers gently brushing over your pulsing clit. ‘i need you now.’ 

your responding moan is muffled into the crook of his neck, his fingers stroking between your legs as they drag over your slit, gathering the clear slick that has pooled from your fluttering hole, to circle it over the bundle of nerves that continuously throb for him. 

‘loid—!’ 

your breath is hot on his neck, and he’s already aching between his legs, and he can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is happening after months and months of him spending many a night, alone with nothing but the palm of his hand to ease the ache of your absence. 

he hadn’t ever imagined that he’d miss you as much as he has, that he’d spend weeks breaking all kinds of protocol in order to search the database for your new post just because he’s been so desperate to see you. 

he’d broken the news of his intention to file for divorce to yor just a day after the kiss that you’d shared at the gala, and where he’d expected sadness, anger, maybe even a curse word or two, there had been nothing but an understanding smile, a pat on the shoulder and a genuine wish of good luck. the only thing that she’d requested was to keep the house, and loid could give her that, at least. 

and now that he finally has you exactly where he wants you, he doesn’t intend to let go. 

his fingertip prods at your hole, and he licks a stripe along the length of your neck, suckling a bruise into the crook of your shoulder. you moan for him, voice like honey when his finger glides along your inner walls that flutter and dance, and his cock throbs within the confides of his slacks. 

one finger is quickly joined by another, and you stretch around them, your slick cunt eagerly sucking them back inside with each careful thrust. he thumbs at your clit, greedily inhaling the mewl that is panted from between your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth once more. 

his clothes are starting to feel constrictive, his skin burning under the layers of the fabric of his three piece suit, and he can feel sweat beginning to gather on his brow. and as if sensing his discomfort, it is your fingers that are now tackling the task of ridding him of his blazer and waistcoat. momentarily, he has to retrieve his fingers from the space between your legs to allow the finely stitched fabrics to drop unceremoniously to the floor. you’re then unbuttoning his dress shirt, and as soon as the fabric openly hangs from his shoulders, your hands reach to slide all over his newly exposed skin. 

wherever you touch, goosebumps are coaxed to the surface of his skin, and when you gently flick at one of his nipples with the pad of your finger, he’s unable to hide the moan that escapes him. you grin, watching him through heavily lidded eyes as you drop to your knees to make quick work of unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks as far down his thighs as you need for them to be out of the way. 

his cock bobs before you, the tip swollen pink, his balls filled tight with the promise of being emptied soon. your awe-filled stare quickly morphs into one of unfiltered hunger, and his dick angrily twitches a dribble of precum that you immediately lean in to catch on the flat of your tongue. your clit hammers away, throbbing with need, and your eyes close, mouth stretching wide to accommodate the width of his bulbous tip slipping past your spit-slicked lips. 

the moan that bursts from out of his mouth is nothing short of wanton, ocean blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he braces his weight by stretching an arm to press his palm to the mirror behind you. his groin coils, arousal ebbing its way through his abdomen, and he chokes on his breath when you swallow down as much of his length as your tightening throat will allow. your tongue curls around his girth, and as your head retreats, there’s a suction caused, one that makes his toes curl inside his dress shoes. he breathes your name, eyes peeling open to see that you’re already looking at him through your lashes, cheeks hallowed around his cock and saliva beginning to drool from the corners of your mouth. 

fingers trembling, he buries them into the tresses of your hair groaning loudly when your tongue traces over the splatter of nerves that sit just under the head that twitches against the bumpy texture of the roof of your mouth. your hands come to grasp at his hips and you tug, encouraging a sudden forward cant of his hips that has you choking down the remainder of his girth, gagging noisily and messily, spittle landing on the patch of curls that surround the base of him. 

‘oh fuck,’ he slurs your name, and you can feel his muscles flexing as his erection retreats until his leaking tip smears over your lips, your tongue darting to lap at his slit, greedily inhaling the heady taste of his essence. 

his dick pushes past your lips once more, and his hips dare to gently thrust forward, then drag backwards, repeating the action over and over again until your throat has no choice but to adjust to the stretch of him. the inside of your cheeks are hallow around him, and your hands trace over every inch of naked skin that you can reach. with one of his hands planted onto the mirror, the other brushes over your cheek and he feels his cock starting to twitch with the promise of his impending completion. 

you watch his brows pinch together, a pink flush staining his pale cheeks, ocean blues now a shade or two darker than usual. his mouth hangs open as he repeatedly voices his lust-driven arousal with an array of sighs, grunts and moans, each sound encouraging the growing mess that has long soiled your underwear that now sticks to the outline of your pussy. your fingers reach for his balls, heavy in your palm as you roll them, kneading the soft skin with your thumb. 

‘hng—ah!—hmph!’

he stifles a sharp moan by clamping his teeth into his bottom lip, and in response, your clit throbs again and again, begging for friction. your thighs press together, and it is when the vibrations of your hum that triggers the onslaught of his seed that squirts down your throat in hot slithers of white. he voices his elation in a garbled mess of your name, balls drawing tight as they empty themselves into your mouth. 

you happily swallow down everything that he gives you, eyelids fluttering shut as your lips pepper kisses along his softening length when he finally runs dry. his cock hangs limply, still half hard when you press a kiss to the patch of curls between his legs. chest still heaving for air, he reaches to help you to your feet and just manages to ghost his lips over yours before his hand are on your shoulders, twisting you so that you now face the mirror. 

you already guess his intentions before you feel him guide your hands to grip the handrail, his tongue darting out to taste the perspiration that has formed on the back of your neck. with your face this close to the mirror, it’s hard to hide from the blatant arousal that is plastered across your own reflection, pupils blown wide and hot breath puffing a ring of condensation on the glass. behind you, you watch as loid lowers to his knees, his head disappearing from view as his fingers busy themselves with tugging your trousers down your thighs. 

he peels away the soiled fabric of your flimsy underwear—the strip of cotton barely able to conceal your plump lips from view. 

eagle-like, he ogles at the thick glob of slick that drips from your slit, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of your excitement. 

groaning under his breath, he nudges your knees, encouraging you to spread your legs, and instinctively, your back arches, giving him a first class view of your glistening folds. his prick is already twitching with interest, and from where it rests, safely tucked back into the confides of his briefs, it slowly begins to engorge with freshly pumped blood once more. 

the first taste of you has his tastebuds singing. 

you taste of liquid platinum, both sweet and tangy on his tongue, and his nostrils are ravenous in the way of which they repeatedly inhale in order to make sure that he never forgets what your excitement smells like, and he relishes in the sound of your voice keening higher and higher each time his teeth graze over the hardened pearl that throbs just for him. 

your thighs tremble when his tongue first breaches the hole that his fingers had claimed just a short while earlier, and when he wiggles the muscle inside you, you shriek his name, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. you listen to him suckling and slurping and although embarrassing, it’s also serving to turn you on more, your clit throbbing harder than you’ve ever felt before. 

your eyes blink through steadily forming tears, and you peer through the mirror to the space between your legs. from this angle, you aren’t able to see much of his face except for his chin, and the occasional flash of his tongue when he strokes it over your clit, but you are able to watch the rise and fall of his curled hand as he fists his cock to full mast. 

it’s hard to focus on both things at once, but the sight of him pleasuring himself is one that makes your stomach knot, your hole clenching around the intrusion of his tongue. the muscle feels like fire inside you, licking and teasing at your fluttering walls until you start to feel the struggle to stay upright. 

you don’t know how long you remain impaled on his tongue for, but when he retreats, the stretch has left your hole gaping for him, clenching on nothing but empty air. your lips open to protest the loss of being filled, only to choke on a shocked yelp when a ball of saliva is spat directly onto your dripping folds, two long fingers spreading and guiding the liquid directly into your cunt with one rough thrust. 

he sets a pace that matches the rapid rise and fall of his fist, the tip of his cock now an angry shade of red that almost looks painful. you feel his lips at the curve of your asscheek, and he presses several kisses there before he fixates his attentions back to your clit. his teeth aren’t at all gentle as they nip and suck and pinch at your sensitive nub, and aided by the brutal pace of which his fingers are fucking into you, it isn’t long before you feel the familiar telltale sign of your orgasm fast approaching. 

you’re sobbing literal tears by the time the coil in your gut snaps, violently wracking its way through your entire body and expelling through your lips with a hoarse wail that rings in your ears. at this exact moment, loid yells from somewhere between your legs, and then you feel a scorching splatter of cum paint the back of your right knee. it rolls down your leg in a sticky mess, one that matches the drip of your juices when loid’s fingers tug free from your cunt with a blush-inducing squelch. 

it takes a long time for you to catch your breath, and although his lips are pressing to your behind once more, you can feel the uneven shake of his own breath that fans across your skin. 

eventually, he rises to his feet, hands reaching to help you stand upright, and the motion has your slick dribbling a mess all over your inner thighs. your eyes meet his through the mirror, and a beat passes before the tiniest of smiles graces his lips. you can’t help but mirror it, and when he awkwardly clears his throat to offer to help fix your clothes back into place, you allow him to do so, nose scrunching at the sensation of your soiled underwear being tugged up and over your hips, but then smirking when he accidentally traps his finger in the zipper of your trousers. 

you return the gesture by dressing him, and just as you’re adjusting the buttons on his waistcoat, he presses at the emergency stop button for a second time tonight. the silence is filled with that horrid grating noise, before the whole cart shakes once, twice, and then it’s continuing its journey up to the ninth floor. you’re currently draping his blazer over his shoulders when he kisses you again, and when your tongue slides along his, you’re able to taste your fading scent on the tip of his tongue. he groans into your mouth, fingers tangling into your hair, the both of you pointedly ignoring the puddle of mess that you’ve left on the floor as he kisses you breathless. but all too soon, you’re interrupted by the bell announcing your arrival with a ding! before the doors slowly part, and the bright glow of the hall light floods inside to illuminate the halo that surrounds the back of loid’s head.  

and on the keypad, the number nine flashes red. 

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[fuxuannie]

╭₊˚ ๑︰love at first garlic bagel :)

:★: relationship : loid forger x baker!g-neutral reader

:★: warnings : none, fluff

:★: a/n : rereererr loid my little wheueeuehehehe (sorry not atsv/hsr post) i wrote this at 11pm so if the pacing doesnt make sense i was cery bery sleepy ok 😔

LOID sighs as he trudges past the small stores, feeling exhausted with a sleeping Anya in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other. It's been a.. very interesting first day for a mission.

Suddenly, the comforting scent of a bakery enters his nose and he melts. "I need to go home.. but a snack won't hurt, no?" He mumbles to himself, already at the front as he pushes the glass doors with his back.

"Uncle! Someones coming in!"

His head turns to what seems to be a worker approaching him, helping him with the door as he mumbles a thanks. "Would you like some help with your paperbags?" You asked him with a smile, seeing his busy hands.

As you spoke, Loid's tired and clouded mind had now felt.. clear. Your warm smile and welcoming manner was kind of what he needed at the moment and so he immediately fixes himself with a forced cough. "It's alright, thank you." He answers, thanking you quietly while placing them on a nearby table and Anya onto the seat.

You nod your head at his answer and walk back to the counter, judging by the surroundings alone Loid could tell it was one of those in and out bakeries that you get a quick snack in and leave.

The spy watched as you rushed back to the counter, is such an establishment only run by two people hence you calling for your uncle when he walked in? "What would you like, sir?"

After a few minutes of small chat, he settles on a garlic bagel to take home. You happily jot that down on a paper, "Give us a minute!" You tell him, calling for your uncle all the while rushing to the back and waving the paper in the air. "The new guy wants a bagel! Let's get this finished so we can watch the new movie later!"

Loid doesn't know why he watches you and your Uncle make something as simple as a bagel. It's not anything interesting, it won't take long and it's certainly not gonna help with his mission.. but it's your laughter that keeps him in a trance. The way you knead the dough with care, your giggles as your uncle playfully nudged you during the process and the surprise when you looked back at him all of a sudden.

You smile a little awkwardly before turning away in what seems to be fluster, the laughter of your uncle didn't make it any better.

It wasn't long till the bagel was finished while you walk back up to the counter, as bright as ever as you slide it over to him. "It's uh.. it's on the house."

"Oh, no please let me pay." He chuckles, pulling out his wallet as you profusely shook your head. "Nono. Take it." You insist further, pushing his money away.

Loid blinked a few times before smiling warmly, not even realizing it wasn't one he forged or faked it was just.. him. "Thank you."

As he grabbed the small snack; "Wait!" You suddenly make a little gasp and rush to the back before running back with some tissue in hand. "For you."

"What a kind person. Clearly cares for their customers."

Loid said his thanks, and it was getting late. He smiles at you one last time before he turns to an already awake Anya, kicking her legs under the table as he sighs. "Did I keep you waiting?" And the little girl shook her head.

You watch as he leaves, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "What a handsome man.." A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, looking down at the open pen in your hand before back at the door.

The spy was no idiot, he was a little too eager to see the number written onto the tissue you hand to him. He smiles fondly and keeps it carefully folded in his coat pockets. "I think I've found the perfect fit."

[reticent-writer]

Hii :D

Wanted to request Anya x child reader (platonic ofc)

We're reader is a very energetic child and is a scene kid, one day spends the afternoon in Anya's house makes her wear the same stuff too and the two go show Loid how pretty they were (He/him or They/Them pronouns for reader)

Might request a couple more times

-Cloverrs

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I used he/him idk why it's just my default ig. Sorry this took so long I was trying to finish it by Sunday but the world was against me.

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"Papa Anya's home, brought a friend too." Anya exclaimed taking her shoes off and ran into the living room with you following behind her.

"Oh hello, you must be Y/n. Anya has told me about you." He lied. The most Anya had told him was your name, he did a background check on you and your family.

"Hello sir, thank you for having me over." You bowed saying a formal introduction. He expected nothing less from a student at Eden college.

"Thank you for being friends with Anya. Why don't you both go play while I make dinner."

"C'mon Y/n." Anya took you head and dragged you to her room.

Bon shot up and the sudden entrance and got up to greet you.

"Fluffly dog." You giggled as he rubbed against you, you started to pet the big floof and it seemed like he appreciated it.

"What do you wanna play?" You asked as Anya look around her room of toys and things loid gave her.

Her eyes landed on her nail kit and an idea popped into her head.

"Let's play dress up!"

"Okay!"

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You both were quite to the point were it made loid nervous so he checked up on you.

"Anya, Y/n. Are you both alright? " he knocked before griping the door nob to open it.

The door only opened halfway before Anya threw herself on it.

"NO. You can't come in, its- we're-" Anya struggled to find the words so like any good friend you helped her.

"It's a surprise"

"Yeah a surprise. We'll show you."

Loid was getting nervous. What kind of surprise could it be for Anya to slam the door like that.

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"Look papa. I'm bondman." Anya ran into the kitchen were loid was, striking a pose. She was wearing beige trench coat, that was almost to big for here, with a hat to match.

"And I'm bondman's side kick." You wore black trech coat with a match hat. You and Anya were back to back sticking the same clothes.

You nails were painted a brilliant red and Anya's a pretty pink. (It was all over both of your hands along with other colors)

"Woof" bond barked, making his presence known. He once fluffy white coat was now sticky and multiple different colors. He was also wearing a hat.

"How... Nice." Lois was almost too stunned to speak. Not only had Anya made a friend, she managed to find someone just like her.

He's gonna get gray hairs dealing with the both of you.

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[drowningfishy]

Late

Warnings : multi character drabble, swearing, modern AU for some characters?

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It's 00.04 a.m. and he still hasn't arrived. You were waiting so long. It went from annoyed to worried real quick. He sure was the type to force himself to finish his job, but this time was different. The sky was really dark, it was raining cats and dogs. It's probably going to flood anytime soon. You decided to open your phone. You received a text from him.

'Sorry love, I'll be home really late. Please don't wait for me.' At this point, his texts weren't any help. It made you even worried whether he was doing okay or not. These texts doesn't have enough information for you to know what he's doing right now. As much as you want to wait for them, you felt tired. You went to your shared room and sat on it.

After a while there was a ding from the phone. You opened it and it was from him, it said,

'I forgot my keys, can you open the door for me?'

Seeing this, you immediately went to the door and opened it for him. He was in front of the door soaking wet, and quickly said, "I'm so sorry I had to go home late.. I was given lot of tasks from my boss. I promise I'll make it up to you. We can.. uh..." You felt kind of bad for making him feel this guilty, but his scared look was pretty funny. "It's fine, you're being too dramatic. Go ahead and clean yourself. Don't get sick. It'll be a pain in the ass for me to take care of you, again." He laughed at your reaction and quickly does like you said. Guess the night sky wasn't that dark when he's there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Characters : Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midorya, Sugawara Koushi, Armin Arlert, Giyuu Tomiyoka, Muichiro Tokito, Izumi Miyamura, Nagisa Shiota, Loid Forger, Yuki Sohma, Kurapika Kurta

A/n : Sorry for haven't been posting since April 11 2023... I forgot I had this account, worse, I can't open my messages. I am so sorry if I don't read your messages, I can't open any of them. Please help.

[onyxmilk]

Twilight x f!Reader; “Missing” (p2)

notes; part 2 to this !! sorry for the long wait :( !! tw; fem!reader wc; 1.5k tl; @dianexo-v @mr-underhills-things @solaeirr @lenguasdegatofan @0vendettaself @sassy-cat-in-town @dreaminmemories

Twilight opened the front door, nodding when he saw Franky and smiled when he saw Anya. They had just come back after their outing to the cafe, but rather than looking excited, Franky had a frantic look on his face. “Bro, we need to talk. A-S-A-P.” Franky said, cutting to the chase as if the matter was urgent. Twilight nodded, sensing the seriousness in Franky’s voice before sending Anya off to her room and sitting down with Franky. Currently, Yor was out and Anya had wanted some uncle time, it was the perfect opportunity for Twilight to give updates on his mission.

“Remember [AgentName]?” Franky asks, Twilight deadpanned for a moment giving Franky a weird look. “Yes..? Franky, that’s my wife.” Twilight whisper yelled, Franky just chuckled nervously in response, “Well, she hasn’t received any messages from you in the last two freaking years.” The short man says. That explained a lot.

Twilight sighed, “That explains the lack of messages in return..” The blond said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But get this, you’re a real father too.” Franky mentioned before making an explosion noise with his mouth and doing some motion with his hands.

Loid choked on his drink, “Pardon?” he asked as he coughed up some of the drink. “You have a daughter, like a biological one!” Franky said, seemingly the only excited one of the two about this news. “And she didn’t tell me?” Loid whispered softly, mostly to himself, Franky shrugged. “She seemed hurt that you hadn’t reached out, maybe that’s why..” Franky replied, Loid just held his head.

He had been reaching out, someone or something had been cutting contact between him and his wife. He had told her not to contact him unless he contacted her first- but here he sat regretting that choice. “I should get going..” Franky said standing up, “Wait, if I can’t trust Nightfall to deliver messages to The Handler, can you deliver a message to her directly?” Loid asked.

Franky acted like he was thinking, making Loid shake his shoulders, “Fine.” Franky gave in. Loid wrote a long message before tucking into the envelope and handed it to Franky. Franky signed and took the paper before heading out and to where Twilight and [AgentName] lived and slipped the envelope into the mailbox and went on his way.

It would be the following afternoon when [YourName] opened her mailbox and found a piece of mail addressed to her using her agent name. [YourName]’s heart skipped a beat, she grabbed the remaining mail and rushed back inside. Luckily, Lotte was sound asleep, napping.

[YourName] carefully opened the envelope, fearful of what was inside. Divorce papers? An apology? Or a mission? She had no idea, she had hoped it was the middle option, but half of her wouldn’t blame Twilight if he chose to divorce her.

“To my Sweet Angel,”

Okay, well seems good so far…

“I want to start this letter off with an apology, for it seems the messages I’ve been sending for the last two years haven’t graced your beautiful (EyeColor) colored eyes, and that absolutely breaks my heart. You deserve a night out, alone, with me, though I won’t be able to serve that up for another six months. This mission is almost over and I’ll return to your arms, along with our child that I’ve just been told about. Why didn’t you reach out? Two years, Angel, and not once did you break protocol. As much as I appreciate it, when you’re going through desperate times, i.e. giving birth to our first born, is definitely a great reason to do so. I hope I haven’t missed too much, just as I miss your face…

-Twilight”

[YourName] broke down into tears, thanking whatever god out there that existed for this message. She gently brought the paper up to her face as she cried, unintentionally sniffing it and getting a whiff of that cologne Twilight had spread across their bedsheets on days he didn’t feel like showering before a nap.

[YourName] could hardly believe that Twilight hadn’t asked for a divorce. That it was all some miscommunication, not even on her end, but on his. Half of her was pissed, was he trying to seamlessly dance his way back into her life? She didn’t know if she was exactly ready for that, if Lotte could handle that.

With a sigh, [YourName] placed the letter on the kitchen counter. She had to prepare to write some sort of response, she was hurt but happy to hear from her husband. Why didn't he try other ways to contact you beforehand? It broke her heart to know he hadn't thought of delivering a message to the handler himself.

[YourName] brushed those thoughts away and decided to make herself a snack, then one for Lotte as well, preparing for when she woke up. While the woman ate her snack, she watched some tv show until she heard her daughter's cries. She set her bowl down and headed toward the nursery. [YourName] scooped Lotte up and comforted her while opening the curtains.

Lotte was only two, but she could always tell when something was off with her mother. When she was finished getting changed into some afternoon clothing, Lotte made it her mission to make her mother feel better. She tried sharing her food, cuddling [YourName], and other things toddlers could do- but nothing seemed to work.

"Mama! Mama!" Lotte cried rushing toward her mother, who sat on the couch and seemed lost in thought. "Hold!" Lotte said, handing her favorite stuffed animal to her mother, which finally broke [YourName] and she was in tears once more. Lotte gasped, climbing the couch and hugging her mother's arm. [YourName] brought her daughter in for a proper hug, kissing Lotte's head.

"How do you feel about meeting.. someone important to mama?" [YourName] asked, not letting it leak that this important someone was, in fact, Lotte's father. She wasn't even sure if Lotte knew what a 'father' was- it's not like she's in any schooling yet, all she knew is what she saw in her cartoons and her mother. Lotte looked like she was thinking, but she eventually nodded her head, "Yay!" she said.

A little was taken off of her shoulders, and after dinner that night while Lotte watched her cartoon, [YourName] wrote a reply to Twilight. It wasn't long, but it definitely wasn’t just your run-of-the-mill letter. To summarize her note to her husband, she basically said she was ready to meet up with him whenever he was ready.

The following morning, [YourName] delivers the message to The Handler who gets it to Twilight in no time.

Twilight was sitting at his desk when he received the letter, he thought- 'oh just another side mission' but when he opened and saw [YourName]'s handwriting, he melted. He took in the gentleness of the handwriting and how carefully it was folded, he even hesitated- but sniffed the paper, and just as he thought, it smelt just like the home you two shared.

After reading your note, Twilight cleared his schedule and sent a message to The Handler to send [YourName] to the hospital with their child. So, without questioning him, The Handler did just that. At first, [YourName] was confused why she was given direct orders to pick up Lotte from the babysitter's and go to the hospital, then it clicked in her head who she was going to go see.

"You know, Lotte, this is the hospital you were born in." [YourName] tells her daughter, the toddler just gasped at the news, "Woah!" She says in awe as the driver parks and lets [YourName] and Lotte out. "I'll be just a call away." The driver says before [YourName] could shut the door, she nods her head, shuts the door, and the driver leaves.

Walking into the hospital was something else. [YourName] saw familiar faces from the agency, and a nurse or two that checked in on her when she was in labor, it was all just a lot. Half of [YourName] wanted to chicken out, rush back outside and call for the driver- but she didn't. She couldn’t.

She made her way to Twilight's hallway, found the door to his office, and sighed before knocking. Lotte was on her hip, "Where, Mama?" Lotte asked. "We're seeing that important someone to mama, that's where we are." [YourName] replied softly, just then the door opened and there stood her husband, her daughter's father, the love of her life- Twilight.

"Oh my goodness.." Twilight whispered before ushering the two inside his office, he shut the door and went to hug both Lotte and [YourName]. [YourName] returned the hug with her free hand and softly breathed in her husband's scent, "I've missed you.." Twilight whispered to her. [YourName] smiled softly, nodding her head.

Eventually, [YourName] set Lotte down, allowing the toddler to play with the different toys that Twilight had out for planned clients he had canceled on for the day. "She looks like you.." Twilight said, admiring his daughter for the first time, "Really? I think she looks like her father," [YourName] replied with a sad smile.

After about an hour, and a snack, Lotte was out on the couch. Which finally left Twilight and [YourName] alone to talk. Before anything words could slip out, [YourName] slapped Twilight across the face before bringing him in for a kiss. "Don't think you're just getting away from the last two years, I'm absolutely pissed with you." [YourName] whispered to her husband before kissing him again.

[jomamaofficial]

Laundry and Taxes (Loid Forger x Wife!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Hello my lovely toes, I am back from my hiding and I bless you with this SpyXFamily fiction. Istg, this anime is so wholesome but it has so much angst potential. It was killing me that no one decided to create some gut-wrenching angst no comfort. So here I am. My asks are open for any requests or just a conversation. I would love to give back to our little community here. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy :). CW: Minor mentions of hand-guns (because of Anya). Masterlist Word Count: 2204 Summary: In your small found family– with your husband, daughter, and dog– you were content. Content with your normal routine of playing spies with Agent Anya, and setting up the evening coffee and hot cocoa, after your husband came back from his work. Cold War tensions grew yet your small familial unity sustained your peace. But what happens when the war approaches its desired end, when the leaders of Westalis and Ostania finally unite under peace?

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You saw yourself in the pink-haired young girl playing in front of you. Black sunglasses on, with frames too large for her face, you chuckled at the way she rolled around the cosy apartment, hiding behind Bond one moment, hiding behind Pengi the Penguin another. Her hands were raised in front of her face, mimicking a tiny hand gun. 

She was obsessed with spies. 

She wanted to become one when she grew up, “to protect world peace”.  

I guess you two weren’t that different. 

Like mother, like daughter. Although it often haunted you that you were only her second mother. Yes, you were Anya’s ‘Haha’, yes, she told you she loved you. But you still hesitated to accept your role between Anya and her ‘Chichi’, Loid. You felt as though… it wasn’t your place to intervene between the daughter-father combination, often feeling as though your use ended on the day of Eden College’s interview. 

Although you had no right to feel upset over being so… disposable. You couldn’t even perform the basic tasks of a mother and a wife sometimes. 

Cooking? Loid made dinner everyday. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t like your cooking, Y/N. She’s just a picky eater. It’s a terrible habit I failed to acknowledge when she was younger and now, I believe Anya’s just stuck with it”.

Laundry? Loid kindly asked you to stop doing the laundry for his and Anya’s clothing after you mixed up the colours and temperatures. Loid had to wear a pink shirt to work for three days. And poor Anya. She was in tears when she saw her favourite wool-knit sweater, four sizes too small, lying limply amongst the sea of baby pink.

You saw Loid’s face go blank, when you opened the machine, your eyes shut in an internal sigh as your cheeks matched the hue of his shirts. And Anya was just crying as she held onto her sweater. 

From then on, you were gently reminded that Loid had no trouble washing his clothes and Anya’s. 

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ve been doing this for a while now, it’s honestly second nature to me”, he said with a smile. 

Eventually, Anya repurposed her ruined favourite sweater for her little plushies. 

Everyone was happy, yet the colour pink and wool scribed disappointment on your features, a symbol of your failure as the Forger wife and mother. 

Cooking failed, laundry failed. You had basic mathematic skills, you could maybe tackle the taxes? But don't even start about taxes. It was the one thing he never allowed you to touch. Documents were brought in and out of his locked room, swiftly and silently. 

You never felt like the proper wife for Loid Forger. And you never felt like the proper mother for Anya Forger. 

Yet there were times like this, where you could see your reflection in Anya’s innocent game play, where you felt as though you did belong in the Forger household. 

Clad in a black pencil skirt and a white button down Anya ‘borrowed’ from Loid, you revealed your hiding spot from behind the corridor wall, exposing Anya with a loud, “you’ve been caught, Agent Anya!”

Anya turned around slowly, an unexpected smirk on her face. 

“Well well, Agent Haha might have caught anyone else off-gaard. But Haha forgets…” she snickered, pulling out two small plushies from behind her back, “Anya is Agent Anya, the best detetiv in the world!” 

To your surprise, she launched the plushies in your direction, laughing in victory. 

As one plushie hit your arm, you feigned injury, crying out as you slid down the wall. “Oh no! I’ve been struck by the greatest detective in the world! What was my boss thinking of setting me on this mission against the one and only, Agent Anya?” 

Anya laughed and smiled at your declaration of loss, gathering her fellow ‘agents’ to finish the mission. 

“Don’t wovvy Agent Haha, you did well for your forst time! You can onwy get better from now”. 

It had been nearly a year with this bundle of joy and she never failed to make you smile. 

You took Anya’s hand and saluted her. 

“I hope to learn from the best onwards. Please accept my defeat”, you bowed, your lowered eyes stuck in nostalgia. 

Anya was obsessed with spies. You were too. It was a long phase that lasted until your late teens. But one could argue that it still tumbled around your heart, catching you by surprise here and there. 

You wanted to marry a spy when you were younger. It was your only dream. 

Although you were glad that your childhood dream never became true. 

Because spies could never stay. And it was much easier to be the one who left, than to be the one who was left. That was a universal belief, it seemed. 

So you were also glad that Anya had no intentions to marry a spy either. She just wanted to become one, that’s where you two differed. 

You heard the faint jingle of keys as the rapid clock hand approached six. And there he was, your husband, walking through the door with his hands preoccupied with two big, brown paper bags. 

“Chichi!” Anya exclaimed, tearing her hand away from yours to clasp the grey fabric of her Chichi’s trousers. 

“You’re back!” 

Loid was taken aback, weight shifting off-balance. You stood up to free his hands, his eyes silently thanking you. 

He gently shut the door behind him before ruffling his daughter’s hair. 

“Of course I would come back, Anya. A person can’t just disappear out of thin air”. 

“Spies can!” Anya retaliated. 

Loid stared at her. Silent. No apparent emotion in his eyes. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at Loid’s blank face. He never understood spies. Whenever Anya would bring them up, he zoned out: with a nod here and there and a simple response, he always found a way to turn the conversation elsewhere. 

It was how you felt with politics. You never quite understood it, but if someone was passionate about it, you would listen in with a few polite ‘mhms’, and an “interesting!”. But most importantly, you would do whatever you could to direct the conversation elsewhere – it was a trait you shared with your husband. Now who learned from who, that was up for debate. 

“It was in the wast episode of Bondman!” she explained, tugging him towards the living room, where she sat in front of the TV and elaborated on the newest episode. 

Listening to Anya’s adorable voice, you walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the kitchen aisle. Your body followed the daily routine you had grown to love so much: your hands worked on autopilot, sorting the filter system, pouring the water, adding the coffee beans that were always placed on the bottom shelf of the far-right cupboard. And of course, you could never forget the packets of cocoa powder on the shelf just above, with Anya’s little mug– stained slightly on the inside but white nonetheless, with a band of yellow on the top. And of course, the mandatory bags of tiny marshmallows just beside it, because Anya always wanted a handful of marshmallows on top of her cocoa. It was your normal. A normal you grew to crave so much. 

To love so much.  

“He disappead just wike that, in thin air! Never to be found again by anyone!” 

Loid sighed. 

“If only you could focus on your studies as much as you focus on this show, Anya”. 

You giggled from the kitchen, swiftly sorting the items Loid had bought, cross checking it with the grocery list stuck on the fridge door. The coffee was nearly finished, although you hoped it would filter faster.

“I wonder what Anya will do now that Bondman is finished”, you added as you placed a pitcher of milk, a bowl of a few sugar cubes, and Anya’s mug of hot cocoa on your plain white tray. 

“Will she finally study?” you asked, walking over with your simple white tray, as you did everyday. 

Anya’s eyes widened as she grabbed the tiny mug with her tiny hands, the stars in her eyes still shining as the tiny marshmallows reflected in them. Just like always. 

Loid reached for his mug, a simple white cup with a black band around the top. He reached for the pitcher, the tension in his shoulder dissipating as his wife sat next to him, with her own simple white cup with a coloured band around the top. 

He poured the right amount of milk in your cup and dropped an extra sugar cube in yours, passing a tiny tea spoon to stir. 

This was your normal. But perhaps, it was also his. 

Perhaps, your body also inched closer to his, and perhaps, his hand lingered for a second longer when he passed your coffee. 

“Chichi and Haha are flirting”. 

“No we are not!” you both defended, although her observation was far too frequent to deny internally.

Loid took another sip of his coffee, losing himself in the comfort of the sofa cushions. 

“Your Haha asked you a question, Anya”. 

Anya pouted at her Chichi, unhappy that he redirected the conversation again. 

This was the Forger’s normal. 

So in a year or two, when Anya began to willingly study without Loid’s constant presence, it seemed… different. 

But one could suppose that ‘different’ wasn’t always terrible. 

It was different to hear the deafening silence coat the walls of the Forgers. It was different to see Bond without your pink-haired daughter chasing him around with her ‘spy-gear’ and ‘Silencer gun’. Instead, you saw Bond in front of your daughter’s locked door, where she was silently studying, or silently napping. 

Sometimes she would silently cry, her suppressed sniffles and weeps echoing through the hollow of your mind. 

Your ear would be pressed against her wooden door, with Bond’s empty eyes watching, attempting to decipher her whispers:

“Chichi won’t … if Anya isn’t an Imperial …”. 

“Anya will never … Chichi again if Anya doesn’t …”. 

“Anya can’t … Haha’s coco if Anya doesn’t study”. 

You would look back to Bond, his eyes reflecting the Forger household. It was rumoured that animals knew more than humans sometimes. And how you wished you could know what Bond knew. 

And when the evening shrouded its last ray of light into your shared apartment, the clock ticking to eight, Loid and you still sat together. Although it was different because it only lasted a minute. Because Loid would politely thank you for his coffee and walk away into his room, the milk pitcher left untouched. 

But it became painful when it became normal for your evening snacks to be placed back inside the plastic containers, and stowed away on the top shelf of the far-right cupboard. And every time you opened that cupboard, on the far-right, your chest constricted as three packets of untouched marshmallows stared back at you, lying against the bored packet of cocoa powder. And up in front, you could see that hollow white teacup, collecting dust as the yellow band on top turned sickly. 

Sometimes, you would turn the television on, as you battled the hunger in your heart. Two years ago, you would have to flick through multiple cartoon channels to browse the adult selection. Now, the first channel was always the news, reporting on the decreasing Cold War tensions between Westalis and Ostania. 

“Peace in Unity”–  it flooded the screens and streets of your small little world. 

The message spreaded as the war contained. 

However, the message troubled you heavily. The Westalian and Ostanian governments claimed that there was peace in unity, yet your familial unity starved your peace and fed your tension. 

But the weight finally crushed your troubles when the Forger household was filled with noise once again. 

Your eight-year-old daughter finally left her room to point towards the fridge door. 

It was different, because the noise wasn't the bustling laughter of your daughter’s beautiful giggles. They were gut-wrenching wails that suffocated her throat. Eyes all red and swollen as her running nose dripped down her lips, mixing with her prickles of sorrow, which burnt against her tiny face. 

There was a note with neat cursive printing the sheet in blocks. 

Your dream was to marry a spy when you were younger. But as you grew up, when fiction became an unachievable utopia and horror became the justifiable present, it seemed as though your dream was already fulfilled, three years ago. But this was different. 

Because this dream made your smile too heavy to remain on your gentle face. And the blood that thumped violently behind your eyes, rose your heart just to drop it again. So as your stomach raced, with Loid’s omurice clashing with the constrictions in your abdomen, and chest, this dream was different because you didn’t seem to wake up from it.  

It was much easier to be the spy who left, than to be the wife who was left. Or so you thought, until your blurry eyes stained the last sentence, the ink blending into mush as your hands gave away and dropped the freshly written note from your grasp.

Because in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you,

Loid Forger Twilight.

[thehusbandoden]

And Nothing Else Matters -Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader

A/n: it's so easy to write now! I'm so glad that stupid writer's block is gone. :3

I hope I'm not badgering Loid's character lol. Pls let me know what you think! <3

General info:

Genre: pure fluff \\ wc: 711 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/14/24

Summary:

You feel super clingy.. and you know exactly who your victim is. Your husband.

You giggle, kissing your beloved husband’s cheeks. His dazzling azure eyes instantly meet yours as he frowns, hand held up in defense. He retired from his spy career last year, but he was always on alert. You kiss his warm palm, giggling into his skin as you rub your cheek against his large, warm palm.  

You’re not sure why, but you feel extremely clingy... and your perfect victim was of course, your husband. You loved him to pieces, even though he could come off as distant at times, you stuck with him, bathing in the affection whenever he gave it to you, and beaming with gratitude as he showed you his love through several acts of service throughout the day, everyday.  

Loid looked at you with a blank look as you nuzzled into his palm, giggling happily. As you continue to giggle, inching closer to him, he can’t help but let out a small sigh, his lips lifting into a small smile. Your giggles grow louder, you’re now full on laying on top of him, rubbing your cheek against his chest.  

“Love you baby.” You giggle, kissing his jaw, cheeks, and nose.  

“I love you too, y/n.” He mumbles, smiling ever so slightly down at you, stroking your hair softly. You bathe in the affection. If you were a cat, you would be purring.  

“You’re so comfy.” You giggle, stuffing your nose into his neck.  

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah! So warm, snuggly, and you smell sooo good.” You rub your nose against his jawline, giggling at the sensation of your skin on his. You were addicted. You push your nose to his, rubbing them together as you fawn over him.  

A warm blush coats Loid’s cheeks, causing you to grin in glee. Your giggles continue as you rub your cheek against his.  

“What do I smell like?” He smirks softly, raising an eyebrow. You giggle even more when you see his playful side coming out. Something rare, and a blessing that he bestowed on you and Anya, his girls. You two were his world, and you knew that as well as he did.  

“I don’t know. You smell like you.” You shrug, giggling as you kiss his forehead, peppering kisses all over his skin.  

“You’re going to give me a breakout...” he sighs, though there’s still a small smirk on his face.  

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, kissing his skin harder.  

He chuckles, his hands moving to your waist. He pinches your sides, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise, your hands quickly grabbing his to stop his playful assault.  

“Meanie, that hurt!” You pout, attempting- and failing- to stifle your giggles. His smirk widens into a grin as he frees his hands from yours, tickling your sides.  

You squeal in surprise, giggling as you desperately try to get his hands away. Your giggles turn into laughter as you decide to get revenge, attacking his own sides with tickles and soft pinches. He attempts to keep a straight face but ends up grinning ear to ear as he watches your smiling face.  

He continues to tickle and gently pinch your sides, nipping at your ear. You squeal in surprise, laughing uncontrollably as you continue to assault his chest and waist. You run out of air, panting from the playful attack.  

“I give up! Cease fire!” You giggle, slumping onto his warm chest. He pinches your waist one last time before stilling his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.  

His grin softens into a smile as he looks down at you, kissing in-between your eyebrows, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, and finally your lips.  

The kiss was slow and gentle, melting you into a puddle. You kiss back sweetly, silently expressing your unconditional love and undying devotion to the man of your dreams. 

Loid pulls back, giving your lips one last peck before he rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly. You close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of having your beloved so close. “I love you.” You whisper, entangling your hands into his blonde hair.  

“And I love you, my dearest.” He whispers back. Your smile widens, he rarely uses pet names, and when he does, he’s showing you his soft side. The side that hasn’t been bruised or broken, the side of him that he has fought desperately for years to protect, to hide.  

It made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. And to be frank, you were. You were the luckiest, happiest woman in the world. You had your beloved husband, and your precious little girl.  

And nothing else mattered.  

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[angelltheninth]

Loid and Yor Cuddle with You

Pairing: Loid Forger, Yor Briar-Forger x Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, forehead kisses, poly relationship, domestic bliss

A/N: More fluff with the best anime couple to ever exist. I take no criticism on that statement.

Loid is the one to initiate cuddles most of the time due to Yor being a little shy even though the three of you are dating

Yor is always the one to welcome you home first and will pull you into a brief but loving kiss, each lingering just a little more the more you're together

It's a little easier for her to join the cuddle pile once she figures out where she wants to be on the couch or the bed

Loid finds your reactions to being held by both of them very adorable and sometimes teases you for it

He likes to pull you on top of him while Yor plants soft kisses at the nape of your neck

In the morning they both usually stay in bed a little longer due to them both having to work late hours at times and as such want to make it up to you

Anya likes taking pictures of the three of you falling asleep and always tries to draw them later

When you watch movies at home Loid sits on the floor with Anya in his lap, while Yor has her arms around his shoulders and you have your arms around Yor's hips, leaning your head on her shoulder

They like you being in the middle, that way they can comfortably kiss you at the same time and not make you feel left out

Sometimes their hands will wander both your body and each others but neither of them take it too far without talking about it first because they always want to make sure every one of you is getting an equal amount of attention and love

Loid is the one who likes to leave a few hickies on both you and Yor but Yor is the one who gets more bashful about them

Like to hold hands with you and each other while you sleep, which can result in one of them having a bit of an ache when the morning comes but it's a small price to pay as far as they are concerned

[thequietkid-moonie]

Could we please get some general relationship headcanons for Komi, Marin, and Yor?

General Relationship Headcanons

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Komi, Marin, Yor ]

[ Komi can't communicate ] [ My Dress-Up Darling ] [ Spy x Family ]

Cuuuuute! ❤️ What beautiful girls have you chosen!! ❤️ Thanks for requesting them! ❤️

Shouko Komi

Shouko is a really sweet girl, her anxiety and shyness doesn't stop her from falling in love, although it take her a while to even notice her own feelings, let alone do something about it (however she try to do little things from time to time, like trying to invite you over to whatever she will do with her other friends or being a little more clingy) until you two finally start dating

Shouko is completely excited for being in a relationship with you, although actually dating you completely flustered her at the start of the relasionship, so for a while she will be a little more blushy and shy around you, and even so Shouko grows more clingy with you, not wanting to leave your side because she like being with you

It will take her a while to win more bravery but at some point she will be more comfortable and used to the idea of being in a relationship and from then she will slowly grows more affectionate, starting to take your hand when you two walk together, a shy hug here and there, little kisses on the cheek to greet you and say goodbye, little by little until she is fully used to it and doesn't become a blushing mess by the only thought of doing it

Shouko has never been in a relationship so she is pretty anxious about what she should do or even expect, so she may be reaching for advice between romance stories and her friends and family, wich end up being in a disaster since most of her friends tease her at first (even her mother) so when they actually give her an advice she is only half hearing for how flustered she is, and the romance novels just give her examples that she doesn't know if she could actually do

If you are the shy type it would be an even slower process for you to moving your relationship forward, so you two will recive external help, your impatient friends will push you two to move forward. In the other hand if you are the one taking the lead and gently push her to go further she will be really flustered but at the same time grateful for not having to be the one with the iniciative

However, there are moments where she herself want to be the one with the iniciative, so she work hard on doing something for you, it could be something simple as a little gift or caring for you when you need it, or even goint furder to plan and invite you to an special date

Speaking of it, whenever will have a date Shouko pass a full day between the anxiety and the excitement, all worried about choosing her clothes for the date, checking the weather report for the next day again and again to make sure it won't rain or something, making sure she has everything she needs, and so on

She herself will make more effords, working really hard in handling her anxiety to be able to overcome it and talk to you directly, with her own voice, as well to be more brave and do things she normally don't do, you don't even have to ask for it because she is doing it out of love and because she want you to be proud of her

However it would be better if you don't push her to face her anxiety or even force her, Shouko end up trusting you a lot, as well relying on you so if you start to be pushy with the topic she will start to get really anxious about it because she doesn't want to bother you with it, so she will be thinking that it actually bother you or that you will prefer if she wasn't so shy and nervous all the time

Shouko always want to know your opinion, you are really important for her so your opinion is just as important, so she is asking for your advice or opinion for different things (directly or indirectly), for example when she want to try something new, when she manage to overcome her anxiety to do something or even when she want to do something for you, she is always asking you (is also because she is completely happy to finally have someone with who share this kind of things since before knowing you and all her friends she used to be all alone)

Marin Kitagawa

Marin is pretty obvious with her love for you and still she was pretty oblivious of it for a long time, it take her a while to realice her feelings for you and once she finally does she will get a little shy about it, still that doesn't stop her from being clingy with you

Once you two are finally dating Marin is overjoyed! Is imposible for her to stop smiling and for a while she will be noticibly more happy

As well, Marin is a complety lovestruck so tend to talk about you a lot, she talks about her amazing and super handsome/beautiful partner to whoever is willing to hear, normally is with her friends in school or to her co-workers, and as much as she looks cute talking about her lover it could be kinda annoying after a while, what she actually doesn't care much as long as they don't insult you

Marin is already clingy, but now that you two are dating she will be always touching you, either by holding your hands, clinging onto you whole arm or even hugging you, is just like for her is imposible to have her hands still and always giggle when you point it out, although if you are uncomfortable by it she will try to calm down and just hold your hand, even you two can just hold your pinkies and she find it extremely adorable

Also, Marin is the type to be always texting you for everything, she send you photos of her food, of what she is doing even of her work place when she is in her break, as well as pics that she find adorable, videos, or just chating! She always finds an excuse to talk to you, and if you don't answer or just read her message she will be pouty and will argument with you about why you did it, however she understand if you were busy and forgive you almost imediatly

Marin is constantly daydreaming about you, thinking in all the things she will like to do with you, like going in dates, doing cosplay together, watching anime together, cuddling, having a future together, and so on, and she always ends giggling and blushing a lot for it

Speaking of dates she loves having dates with you, you two always have at least one for week, is obligatory for her, and is all kind of dates going to a cute coffee, to the amusment park, to anime and cosplays events, or even just staying in home to see some anime, whatever you want to do is alright for her as long as you two are together

Marin talks a lot about the animes and videogames she loves, and she will introduce you to them too, she will try with all her favorites but if you don't like them (or even make you uncomfortable) she will let you be, it make her sad but not for that she will force you to like them, as long as you don't insult it is fine. As well, she is completely willing to hear you rant over and over about what you love and will love to see it with you, if she doesn't like it she will be more hesitant to tell you but she will at the end

Marin loves cosplay so is almost obligatory for her that you do cosplay with her too, she will insist over and over again until she manage to convice you to do it at least one, even if you don't want to go to a cosplay event disguised she will be fine as long as you let her take photos of you with your cosplay. Since she will continue with the cosplay even if you don't want to do it yourself she will kinda force you to go with her at least to make her company, however if you feel uncomfortable in those kind of events or don't feel like going out that day she will understand and will go only with Gojo, a little sad but quickly motivated with the idea of taking a lot of photos of the event so she can show them to you and she text you in every chance she has!

However if you are into cosplaying too she is overjoyed, always wanting to cosplay with you and talking about what characters you two should cosplay, for her it doesn't matter if you two cosplay for characters of differents series she just loves doing it with you, although when you actually do cosplay as a couple (when you cosplay about a ship or canon couple, or even just from the same series) she is even more excited, completely blushing and unable to stop smiling and giggling, it take a lot from her to stay calm so you two can pose for photos

Yor Briar

Her whole life Yor has been only focused on taking care of his brother and her work as an assassin so Yor never really put attention into relationships, neither platonic or romantic so when she develops feeling for you it will take her a while to find out that are romantic feelings

Yor is shy when it comes to romance and intimacy, even so she doesn't really has much problems with being around you, even after start dating, however the moment you two start dating Yor start to be little self-consious of herself as a partner, even when she knows that you love her just the way she is, she can't help but be insecure

Yor doesn't have much troubles to adapt to her new life with you in it, but it take her a while get used to direct shows of affection, physical affection make her easily flustered and she prefers to go slowly

Yor wants to be a good girlfriend but she has no idea how to do it, she may be paying more attention to the couples walking around on the streets to get an idea of what she should do and even try to ask for advice to her co-workers (she doesn't want to talk about this with you because she will feel like she is failing you)

Yor is really caring so she is always looking after your well-being, she may not be the best at taking care of someone or even sometimes misunderstand your body language, but she tries her best to take care of you (if you actually rely on her, openly ask her a favor or even thanks her effords it make her really happy and proud of herself)

Yor tries really hard to improve her skills in normal activities, such as cooking, taking care of the house or even thinking in a more romantic and normal way, she is really aware that she is a complety skilled assassin but bad at normal activities, and she has this idea of wanting to be a good girlfriend that start to make her frustrated lot for not being able to do normal things

Speaking of, Yor really want to keep her work as an assassin hide from you, it isn't that she doesn't trust you or that she thinks her work is a bad thing, she just not want you to freak out or bring you troubles (however, if you work as an assassin too then she won't have much troubles worring about it). As well, more than once Yor have thought on killing someone who is bringing you troubles or if that will benefit you, however she will never really do it because she doesn't want to bring you troubles by doing it

Yor isn't really jealous, she is more the insecure type, as well no matter how much time you had been together Yor can't help but doubt herself from time to time, thinking that maybe she isn't being a good girlfriend or that you could find someone else that can do things she can't do

Yor doesn't really tend to drink much, but when she does she quickly gets drunk and is like her mind stop worring and just follow her heart, doing things that she can't normally do, either cuddling you and telling you how much she loves you (with the risk of end up hitting you for getting too flustered) or openly talking about her worries and insecurities, although no matter what she does the next day she won't really remember what she said or did

Yor slowly get used to having just a normal life and doing simple things, just sharing each others company in a mundane routine, and she love it, sharing her life with you in such peaceful way is something she won't change for anything

Just as Yor fears not being a good girlfriend she fears not being a good mother neither, and she feels nervous about the topic so she will wait until you bring the topic, at first of the relasionship she is really nervous about it but the more your relationship grows the more sure she feels about starting a family with you, she will love to do it but if you don't feel comfortable with the idea she is willing to wait or even don't do it too, you two just have to talk about it

Yor is really nervous about introducing to you to her brother, she knows Yuri can be a little intense (or well, that is how she sees him) but knows that she can't avoid this situation forever, so at some point you will meet Yuri and he instantly dislike you, no matter how you are he doesn't like you, still Yor will stand up for you against him if it need it. She really wants for you to get along so Yuri will have no other option than at least give you an opportunity (not without threating to not hurt her beloved sister)

[anantaru]

𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗢𝗥 !

˖˚˳⊹ talking about a traitor made the both of you crave something else feat. loid forger x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

"Loid, you're completely sure there's a mole?" the disappointment Loid was feeling was visibly painted across his handsome features. You stood next to him while he was sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper and skimming through the pages lazily. "I'm sure of it, yes."

You gulped down all dramatically, "you have any clues on who it might be?", glancing down at Loid as he couldn't think of anybody right now, though his expression was barely readable at all. He folded together the paper in his hands and threw it on the coffee table, taking a deep breath and exhaling it through his mouth.

"No, still, keep your guard up (y/n). I don't want anything to happen to you as well", Loid glanced up to you and reached over to take your small hand in his larger one, signaling you to straddle him in which you naturally did as you were instructed to.

Though you hesitated at first, expression pensive but in that moment you were certain you saw something in his eyes, they were shining like diamonds in their full brilliance. They're beautiful, but cold. With a husky breath, you dropped to his lap to straddle him, diving both hands into his hair carefully and pulling his head back slightly, planting a chaste kiss on his neck.

"What if I'm the traitor, ever thought about that?" you breathed out deeply against the shell of his ear, feeling his heartbeat rise against your chest. "By now I'm certain I figured you out so no, never thought about that", you untangled your fingers from his hair and tilted your head to the side, softly smiling at him all seductively while batting your eyelashes in the most pure looking way possible.

Loid squeezed your hips lightly before circling his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his chest. He proceeded to touch your face, feeling his fingertips trail down your neck, not stopping and reaching in between your breasts, finally resting his hand on your stomach to slide it under your shirt, pulling it over your body.

You bit down on your lower lip, hard. The way your pulse throbbed as he attacked your neck with soft but firm kisses mixed in with some light sucking here and there. Your fingers trailed over his shirt, pulling it over him and exposing his defined body to your needy eyes. In the next few seconds it was a wild mixture of a heated make out session and throwing clothes into every direction, leaving the both of you almost bare in the room and fiddling with each others bodies like some horny teenagers.

Loid's kisses were more teeth and tongue than anything else, at this point he was desperate to feel you against his throbbing erection and fill you up to the brim as he desired more than anything else right now. His lean torso, narrow hips and the outline of muscular thighs reminded you too well why you just weren't able to resist him sometimes.

Throwing your head back while pushing him closer to your chest as Loid began giving your right nipple kitty licks while pinching the other one with his thumb and pointer finger. Your back was arching viciously as you moaned out, grinding your naked cunt on his erection that was still covered by his briefs.

The added fabric had you seeing stars, soon after coating him in your leaking juices as Loid released your breast with a lewd pop, turning over to your face to inspect your sinful expression he adored seeing. He reached over to his briefs, holding you up lightly to free himself, pushing you back hard against his angry cock. The tip was red and leaking, you couldn't wait to have him inside of you, lazily stroking him while the both of you exchanged a heated kiss.

You pushed yourself up slightly to make it easier for him to access your hole, his tip prodding impatiently against your entrance, barely being able to wait any longer. The sheer lust in your eyes when he finally pushed himself into you was so unbelievably sexy to him. Loid's hands gently pushed you down completely, filling you up to the brim just like he always did.

"Fuck." you mewled while slowly moving your hips in sinc with his hands which were guiding you to pick up the pace. Your hands flew to his hair as you pulled harshly against his scalp, making the man under you groan against the shell of your ear. Without the discipline you had you would've cum right here and there from the sound alone.

Loid held you tightly against his body while he focused on how you were riding him so fucking nicely, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass when he threw his head back to relish in the feeling of his hard cock fucking you dumb. And god was it big, his vein prancing sexily over his length while his girth stretched you out that even after fucking him for multiple times now, it'd still sting lightly in the beginning.

Loid pulled you closer to kiss you passionately, groaning into the kiss from all the pleasure you inflicted onto each other. "Fuck, you're so warm." he whined, biting down on your lower lip as you picked up on pace, chasing down your orgasm like a wild beast. The warmth of his body was addicting, and so was his scent. It drove you mad and contributed to the wetness that had you coating his cock and balls all over.

Loid clenched his teeth together and let out the probably most angelic sounding moan, arching his back while beginning to thrust into your hole desperately, wanting to make you cum first before he did. It was always like that for him, only if he managed to make you cum first would he want to spill himself into you. It felt so much better to him than doing it the other way around.

You threw your arms around his neck, scared you might actually lose your balance and fall down because of the fast pace the both of you were fucking each other now. At this point it was beyond the two of you, chanting his name like a lost prayer, you hid your face in the nook of his neck to somehow muffle your voices, still riding and gripping his cock like a vice, squeezing him dry for all you cared. His balls coated in both his cum and your juices when you finally reached your peak, throwing your head back and arching your body but never ever thinking about stopping your movements.

The way you looked right now was mesmerizing to him, like a fucking sinful masterpiece unraveling in front of him. "Fuck, I'm gonna." that exact look on your face he almost worshipped is what it needed for him to cum all inside of your warm cunt, coating every nook and cranny with his cum and making sure to keep it there for a while.

You fell forward into his arms, breathing out strongly through your mouth while Loid closed his eyes for a tiny moment, looping his strong arms around your waist to keep your sweaty bodies connected to each other, his cock still pulsating into your abused little cunt.

While trying to catch your breaths, you couldn't help it but huff out a laugh, smiling deeply against Loid while his fingertips pranced sexily over your bare back to calm you down. If only he knew now that after all this time, the traitor was you and no one else.

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