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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. loid forger.

ꨄ cw. wife!reader, misogyny by that swan guy, protective loid, mentions of blood.

MASTERLIST.

a/n — mr. forger was very hot for this one.

your jaw ticked as the man in the middle continued on with his sexist bullshit "but it is a woman's job to do all those things regardless."

"I sure do hope you don't talk to your wife the same way." swan looked at you with an irk mark on his forehead but you merely sent him a mocking smile.

"what do you do on the weekends?" you mentally sigh in relief as the questions happen to be the same ones loid made you practice beforehand but you still couldn't help but feel irked by the misogynistic man sat in the middle who eyed you and loid with contempt.

"go to the museum, or opera, or..." the white haired man deemed the answer good enough as he moved on to the next question.

"and what would you like to do once you get into our school?" you watched the girl sweatdrop as she scrambled her brain for an answer.

'come on baby, you know this one!' you mentally encouraged the little girl who spouted out an odd answer.

"uncover all the secrets of the boss of the organisation!" she declared and you shared a look with loid who quickly came to her defense with a better answer.

"please excuse her, our daughter is a bit more ambitious than most." you sent the men a bright smile as you gave a little chuckle to back loid "she wants to climb to the top so she's interested in the headmasters personality and lifestyle."

the monocle wearing man seems impressed as he turns to the girl "then do you know the name of our esteemed headmaster?"

'it's almost as if his name isn't plastered everywhere around the school' you thought, wanting to roll your eyes 'I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing benedict ivan goodfeller in my sleep'

"um.." anya stammered as she thought for the name "benejix ibon goodheller, sir."

'a for effort'

"then how much effort do you suppose is required to be as great as him?" question the man further.

"like to survive in the jungle with just clothes on your back or to forge your nerves by retaking a test with your life on the line, over and over again." a smile formed on your face that she never failed to not put on, you recall watching that episode of the spy anime with her yesterday.

a change of topic was brought yet again and this time, the kind white haired man questioned her on her fathers occupation "a sp-"

confusion overtook your features before she changed her response "an aspecially good mind doctor."

"is your nose stuffed up?" he asks concerned before moving on to a question about you "and what sort of person is your new mother?"

anyas expression lit up as you were mentioned "she's really, really nice but she can sometimes be scary if you make her mad."

"if you had to rate your parents, how many points would you give them?"

you nibble at your bottom lip as you await her answer "100 points! top score!" she exclaims "ma and pa are fun and I love them!" you heart warms up at her words "I wanna be with them forever." you could feel a few tears threatening to spill from your eyes but you don't let them.

the half balding man in the middle scoffs as he proposes a new question for the girl "and who scores higher? your new mum or your old one?"

you suck in a deep breathe to control the anger you felt coursing through you veins, loid was so set on this school, you could not ruin it for him when he tried this hard. you clenched your fists and looked down at your lap to keep a levelled head.

"professor swan, that sort of question-" the glasses wearing man began to object but the rude man merely responded with a "aren't the questions left to the interviewers?"

"can you please change the question?" loid requested in a serious manner but the man smirked "nope. now answer the question or I'll deduct points."

you noticed how silent anya was and so you lifted your head to check on the girl only to see tears spilling from her eyes. your eyes widened and you felt an arrow pierce through your heart and your body moves to comfort her against your control.

"sweetheart," you say as you approach her and hold her tiny hands in yours, wiping away the tears that pooled down her eyes.

"I see, I see, so your old mum was better after all?" swan implies as a sharp glare is sent his way.

"you've crossed the line, you're an extremely horrible person." you practically spat at him as you hold the sobbing girl against your chest and smooth down her hair.

"that's enough [name]," loid reminds you but you couldn't find it in you to care "he's made anya cry, loid."

"many of our students live apart from their parents in our dormitories." swan states with an impassive stare "if she's going to cry over every little thing she has no place in our school." he mocks and you feel something in you snap at his verbal attacks.

"so making children cry is an everyday occurrence to you?" you ask as you send him a deadly stare, voice empty as you cock your head to the side "no wonder your daughter got taken away from you, neglect and abuse can cause serious damage to a growing child."

his face turns red as his fury rises "so the second wife snaps when she's compared unfavourably to the first?"

that's all it takes however to make loid snap as he lunges over the table in an instant and your eyes widen as he breaks the table in half.

"excuse me," he clears his throat as he stands up straight, blood dripping from his fist "there was a mosquito on the table." true to his words, the poor thing was squashed in between the broken splints of wood.

he turns his back to the men and you take that as your sign to pick up the little sad girl in your arms "thank you for taking the time to see us today."

swan stands up in anger as he calls out loid "where do you think you're going? we're not done yet!"

"if your educational philosophy involves trampling on the feelness of children, then apparently I chose the wrong school."

"how dare you insult our academy?" swan yells as loid beckons you over with anya "c'mon, you two."

you set anyas head in your shoulder as you walked out the door, loid closed it behind him with a "please excuse us."

you stare at loid in your slouched down position on the couch with anya sitting on your lap and hugging your mid section. his expression reads failure.

"we definitely didn't pass." he says in defeat and you sigh as you get up and place anya down on the couch, wordlessly walking to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for everyone.

"sorry pa," anya mutters with her head hanging low as she clutched the material of her dress "I didn't try hard enough on the test... I'm sorry."

you hated seeing anya like this, the always cheerful girl who easily managed to put a smile on your face so beat down was not something you think you can handle for any longer.

"it's fine, anya, you don't need to apologise." loid tells her "I don't think you'd want to go to that school anyway."

you watch as the girl gets up from her spot to now clutch onto the material of loids trousers "I... wanna go to school." she mutters against his leg.

"huh?"

"or we won't be together anymore."

"anya.."

you knaw at your lip as you brain goes into thinking 'this family was put together for loids mission, if anya isn't admitted into the school, then this family will no longer be necessary... I don't think I'd be able to live without them' you furrow your brows as you bring over the tray full of warm liquid, desserts and peanuts.

"but to be frank, our odds of passing are hopeless at best." loid reminds them and you groan at his way of thinking.

"have a little hope, will you?" you nudge his shoulder "anya is too cute and impressive for them to reject." anya nods her head fervently and loid gives her cheek a little pinch.

"you're right." he brightens up as he picks the little girl and places her on his lap "whatever happens, happens.” he agrees “but for now I need to thank the two of you for preparing so hard for that test." you hand them their designated cups before seating yourself on the arm of the couch.

"to the bright future of our family!" you clink your cups together when the sound of something hitting the floor intercepts your hearing, quickly you set down your cup as do the others and you examine the sound.

"our family photo... fell." everyone's faces dropped as you stared at it before loid looks at you with an almost I told you so expression.

you bite at the inside of your cheek before you scrunch your face and relent "yeah, that could be a sign..."

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jomamaofficial · 1 year

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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.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 months

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Title: Loving Suffocation.

A Continuation Of This Piece.

Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Loid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (SxF).

Word Count: 4k.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Somnophilia, Spanking, Sex Toys, Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Medical Malpractice, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Gaslighting, Bruising/Marking, and Overstimulation.

You never did get to see your opera. A lack of oxygen turned your cramped world blurry and abstract, and you faded in and out of consciousness while Yor fussed over your ruined dress and gathered you up in her arms, the strip of fabric she’d tied around your neck and stuffed in your mouth – not quite a gag, but enough to convince your uncooperative vocal cords that calling for help wouldn’t be worth the effort. Sometime between being pulled against Yor’s chest and slipping out of that sex-saturated storage closet, you blinked and by the time you could find the strength to open your eyes again, you were in your apartment, in your own bed, your makeshift gag gone and your wrists bound behind your back with a generous amount of duct tape. You briefly considered calling for help, but you were past the point of screaming. Even if you tried, the Forgers were your only neighbors close enough to hear, and you’d seen enough of enough of that family for a lifetime.

Just as exhaustion began to overwhelm your better judgement, you caught stifled footsteps in the near distance, heard the door to your bedroom creak open and shut with enough force to shake the drywall. This time, when you closed your eyes, it was in a deliberate effort to will yourself to sleep. An effort that was, of course, rendered futile by Yor’s hand on your forehead, a soft hum too tender to be purposefully deceptive. “I think they might be asleep. The poor thing could barely hold their eyes open.”

“That’s fine.” Instantly, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. He spoke quietly, keeping his voice low and airy, but even in worst dreams, Loid seemed to be able to carve out a place for himself. It made sense for him to make an appearance in this nightmare, too. “Can you show me where the damage is?”

You held your breath as Yor’s hand drifted from your face to your thigh. After a moment of hesitation, she nudged you onto your back, pulling the ragged remains of your skirt up to your waist. You fought not to bolt up as cold air washed over your exposed, abused cunt – not to ball your fists as you felt Loid’s narrowed eyes pry into you the way they always seemed to when you passed each other in the hall, when he got home before you could find a reason to get out of the Forgers’ suffocating apartment. You managed to hold yourself still as he clicked his tongue, edging that much closer to the foot of your bed. You could picture him leaning over you, perfectly styled blonde hair falling ever so slightly out of place as he took long, agonizing seconds to evaluate the bruises lining the inside of your thighs, the crescent-shaped marks Yor’s nails had left pressed in your hips, your waist. Calloused fingertips brushed over your ankle, but further restraint was deemed unnecessary as his attention shifted back to his wife. “And you said you found them…?”

“Unconscious,” she filled in. You could hear her shifting her weight, feigning concern as her husband evaluated you. “In front of our building. I tried to wake them up, but they panicked, and I remembered the treatment you told me about for—for hysteria.” She paused, swallowed. “I thought I could help, but I’m afraid I might’ve just made things worse…”

Loid’s response was delayed, put off in favor of inching that much closer to you. The mattress dipped as he rested a knee on the foot of your bed. Don’t move, you repeated to yourself, despite the ever-growing urge to get up and run gnawing violently at the back of your mind. If you pretended to be asleep, you’d only have to tolerate a few minutes of his attention before he got tired of leering at your conscious body. If you pretended to be asleep, they’d leave and you could start to forget this ever happened.

It got harder to be so rational as he reached out, running two fingers over your slit and splitting apart the lips of your pussy, giving himself a better view of your abused clit, your entrance – still pitifully drooling slick. You tried to remember what kind of doctor he was, but any specialties that might’ve come to mind were immediately forgotten as his gloved fingers slipped inside of you. You had to bite back a quiet hiss as he scissored open the sore walls of your cunt, his touch probing and experimental. At least Yor had the decency not to draw it out. “You reacted swiftly and efficiently. Even trained paramedics leave residual damage.” He drew back suddenly, and you fought not to jolt at his callousness. “Can you show me what exactly your…” He trailed off. You could practically hear the curiosity in his voice. “…your treatment entailed?”

Yor made a noise you couldn’t decipher. Loid moved away from you entirely, but Yor was quick to take his place. She settled into the space between your legs, her hands – shaking ever so slightly – taking up your hips, her fingertips near-perfectly aligned with the dark bruises pressed into your skin. You felt her breath ghost over the inside of your thighs, the flat of her tongue run gingerly over your slit, and you bolted upward on instinct, mouth open and ready to—

—ready to have your scream stifled and suffocated by Loid’s palm as he forced his hand over your mouth and shoved you back into the mattress. Unable to claw at his arm, to pry him off of you, you thrashed under his steadfast hold, but he didn’t seem to pay you any mind. Rather, his eyes met yours for all of half a second before flickering to his wife, sparing her a slight nod. “Patients usually react with some level of resistance. You can go on.”

Yor’s eyes widened, but any shock she might’ve felt seemed to melt away at her husband’s assurance. She was more nervous, now that she was performing for an audience rather than assaulting you in the privacy of her chosen hideaway, but the little, tentative movements of her tongue got braver over time, her eyes closing as her hands drifted from your waist to your thighs. She nudged your legs onto her shoulders and latched onto your clit, suckling with just enough force to draw a reaction out of your burnt-out nerves, to leave you trembling and struggling to swallow back pained moans and pathetic whimpers. It hurt – more than anything, it hurt – but she had your body trained, knew just what points to hit to get what she wanted out of you. More than that, your body knew that it wasn’t going to end until she reached her goal, until she had you cumming on her tongue for the— god, how many times would this make? You’d lost track after the first dozen, but even if you hadn’t, it would’ve been impossible to tell, impossible to know what she’d accomplished the first time reality started to blur and consciousness was rendered more of revokable privilege than something you’d ever be capable of holding on to without help. In less than a minute, you were grinding against her tongue involuntarily, the movement of your hips stilted and jerky. You couldn’t have called it a real orgasm, not when any pleasure you could’ve felt was so overshadowed by a searing sort of ache, but Yor seemed satisfied – drawing the back of her hand over her chin as she lifted her head, sending Loid a sheepish smile.

“I just, uh,” she started, drumming her fingers over your thigh. “I just did that until they calmed down. I’m not sure if it helped.”

“I see.” Loid, for his part, failed to let his air of stoic professionalism so much as waver. “And how many times did the patient reach climax?”

“…thirty?” Yor let out an airy, nervous laugh. “Maybe more. It… It was a little hard to keep track, in the moment.”

“And they’re still so unruly.” He was kind enough to feign concern, to let his tone soften and purse his lips into a thin frown. For a second, you let yourself believe that you’d just stumbled into a bad situation – that he and his wife were under some shared delusion and genuinely thought they might’ve been helping you, but then you caught a spec of crimson on the collar of Yor’s dress out of the corner of your eye and thought better of trying to humanize them. “Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

The question was posed to Yor, not you. “Please do, you’re the doctor here,” she spouted, hurrying to get out of Loid’s way. Loid was more hesitant, his palm lingering over your mouth as his eyes found yours. He was cold at the best of times – his expression often hollow when he thought your attention was elsewhere, his touch enough to send a chill down your spine on the rare occasion he found an excuse to put his hands on you – but the look he sent you as he uncovered your mouth was nothing short of frigid. The threat was clear, albeit ambiguous. You had no idea what Loid was capable of, let alone what extremes he was willing to go to.

But, you knew what Yor could do – you’d caught her in the act.

And you weren’t eager to find out what’d she’d do to you at her husband’s request.

When his hand finally fell away from your mouth, you didn’t make a sound. Rather, you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek as Loid wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap – his thighs cutting harshly into your stomach. The position was enough to leave your cheeks burning and humiliation tying knots in the back of your throat, but whatever embarrassment you might’ve felt was multiplied ten-fold as his hand ghosted over the buttons lining the back of your dress and your only remaining protective barrier fell away – mutilated fabric now limp and useless beneath you. You started to writhe, but the heel of Loid’s palm found the small of your back, pressing into the base of your spine with just enough force a pained whimper past your lips. Reflectively, Yor moved to reach towards you, but Loid shook his head. “It’s important to test for reactiveness,” he explained, tone flat and steely. “I can take care of bruises and cuts, but lasting nerve damage will make things—” He paused, clicked his tongue. “—difficult.”

“Oh!” Yor clapped her hands together. At least she seemed to sincerely believe that, even if she wasn’t helping you, her husband might be. You couldn’t tell what Loid was thinking, but it couldn’t have been so benevolent. “Is that what you’re doing now? Testing for reactiveness?”

“Exactly.” Loid flashed her a smile. You felt him shift, fish something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. Aching numbness had put you at a distance from his invasive touch before, but Yor’s mouth had done away with that – resurrecting the buzzing sort of hyper-sensitivity that meant you weren’t able to hide the way your hips bucked against his thigh as he slid something sleek and metallic into your drenched pussy. It was oddly shaped – one end tapered and the other flat, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand but still big enough to leave you squirming uncomfortably as Loid pulled back. “Normally, I’d use more intricate equipment, but there are a few experiments I can run on my own.”

You heard nails against metal, a soft click muffled by stiff machinery. After a second of delay, the object inside of you let out an abrupt pulse of pure vibration – harsh and sudden and awful. Your reaction was reflexive, undisguisable. You threw your head forward as you bit back a bubbling, broken moan; waves of intense reverberation beating at the walls of your cunt. There was no time to brace yourself, to grow into the piercing sting – it was already too much. The walls of your pussy clenched around the source of your agony, and before you could think to stifle your reactions, to give them as little as you possibly could, tears were blurring your vision, dripping down your cheeks. Yor cooed, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks. “Poor thing…” she mumbled, before looking up towards Loid. “I don’t think they’re enjoying it.”

Another wave of pulsing reverberation, a jagged cry forced past your lips. “P-please, turn it off, take it out, I can’t—”

It took you a second to process the sound of a palm against flesh, how it might’ve been connected to the bright flash of pain just below the curve of your ass. When you could bring yourself to glance over your shoulder, his hand was raised, his expression stern. The sight was enough to make your heart ache in your chest – a sensitivity which surprised you. You hadn’t thought there was anything the Forgers could do to hurt you more than they already had.

“We’re going out of our way to help you.” It was the same tone he used with Anya when she refused to do her homework or threatened to drop out of her upper-crust academy. Whatever genuine sympathy he might’ve had for you was buried beneath a heavy layer of practiced stoicism and nearly totalitarian authority, turning the words cold where they should’ve been comforting. “It’s unfair to be so ungrateful when Yor’s already sacrificed so much of her time for the sake of your health. Why don’t you apologize to her?”

Again, you heard that same soft click, and the vibrations pulsing out of the object in your cunt doubled in intensity. You let your head fall forward, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to spit something out. “I… I’m sorry, Yor, I didn’t mean to—”

You were cut off by a sharp moan, the feeling of Loid’s fingers tracing over your slit. Soon, the pad of his thumb found your clit, pushing dull circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He let out an airy chuckle as you withered into yourself, your legs spreading involuntarily as your feet struggled to find purchase on carpeting that seemed to be just an inch too far, to ground yourself on something that Loid didn’t even have to try to keep just out of your grasp. “Don’t strain yourself,” he muttered, your unwanted reward for your easy compliance. “How does this—” He pushed a rough pattern into your clit, drawing out a wavering cry. “—feel?”

Miserable. Torturous. The worst thing that’d ever been inflected onto your poor, spent body. You deflated, your chest flattening against Loid’s thighs. “…it hurts.”

This time, he let you finish before pulling back, his palm striking your ass with twice the force he’d used before. You cried out, the noise uneven and anguished, but your pain didn’t seem to rank very high on his nebulous list of concerns. “I’ve already told you not to be so ungrateful,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you know what would’ve happened if we weren’t here to help you?” Another strike, another ragged sob. “You’d be suffering on your own, in excruciating pain and spiraling into your own delusions. If we hadn’t been there to correct you so quickly, you would’ve been unrecoverable.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You were babbling, now, your apologies clumped together and nearly unintelligible. Loid cut in, pointed as ever.

“You’ve already apologized.” Two digits slipped into you, splitting your pussy open. Somehow, the added stimulation only seemed to make his device’s vibration more unbearable. “Now, it’s time to tell Yor how thankful you are.”

“Thank you—” There was no hesitation, no resistance. If you’d been able to, if you hands hadn’t been bound, you would’ve clung to her, dug your nails into her shoulder and your teeth into Loid’s thigh, anything to feel like you weren’t about to fall apart altogether. “Thank you, I’m so— I can’t— Thank you—”

It was Yor, this time – her mouth crashing against yours as her hand found the back of your head. Her tongue slipped past your lips, raking over yours with a ginger sort of tenderness and raking her fingers through your hair, drinking down every little moan and whimper her husband forced out of you with enthusiasm. She lingered there, lips moving gently against yours, as you reached your next climax – the number completely lost on you, now. When she pulled away, eyes glazed over and a dark blush painted over her cheeks, Loid hummed approvingly, fishing his bullet-shaped device out of your pussy and switching it off. Slick dripped down the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving stiltedly against his lap, and you noticed, for the first time, something large and stiff pressing into your stomach. For your own sake, you decided you weren’t going to think about it.

But, like always, Loid was quick to tear even the comfort you found in your own mind away from you.

“You did what you could,” Loid started, with heavy sigh. “But their condition is worse than I thought. It might take more than the usual treatment to set them back on the right path.” A lengthy pause, an arm looped underneath you. With more care than he’d seen fit to show you all night, Loid repositioned you on your back in the center of your bed. You were too exhausted to so much as try to protest. “For cases like this, insemination is the only known cure.”

Yor blinked up at him, more curious than confused. “Insemination?”

“Pregnancy,” Loid filled in. “It can be done artificially, but for cases this severe…”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Weakly, you tried to sit up, but it was Yor that stopped you, this time, pressing her hand flat against your shoulder and pinning you down effortlessly. “If that’s what’s best,” she chimed, her smile wide and brilliant. “Can I help?”

For the first time, Loid’s expression seemed to warm. “Of course.”

Less than a full minute later, you were slotted against Yor, your head resting on her chest and her arms loosely wrapped around your midriff. Loid had reclaimed his position in the space between your open legs, one hand on your hip and the other toying with his clothes, shifting the waist of his now-wrinkled dress pants down just far enough to free his flush cock – already hard, already leaking pearls of arousal. The sight, paired with the breathy sigh he let out as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, was enough to dash any hopes you might’ve had of a last-minute change of heart.

You squirmed in Yor’s hold, your fists balling around your own near ruined sheets as Loid aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t realize you were talking until you heard your own voice, fragile and desperate, nearly too broken to be comprehensible. “Please don’t, I—I’m not sick, please don’t—”

It was Yor who hushed you, this time, smiling as she pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “He’s going to help you,” she whispered, tone simpering where you wished it would be sterile. “You can just sit back and relax while we—” She paused, squeezed you against her playfully. “—make sure you’re alright.”

There was a beat of silence, of stillness. Eventually, you managed to stutter out, “I don’t want your help.”

Loid let out an airy chuckle, tracing the flushed tipped of his cock over your slit. “You don’t have to want anything.” He bowed his head, leaning down far enough to rest his lips against the top of your head. “You’ll need all the help you can get, in a few weeks.”

You didn’t have time to protest, not before he thrust into you – sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke.

You tried to scream, but Yor’s mouth found yours in a moment, swallowing any fractured noises you might’ve been able to make. Loid didn’t seem interested in giving you time to adjust; immediately falling into a rhythm just as forceful and just as cruel as anything else he’d done to you. It wasn’t a question of if it would hurt, anymore, but how badly. The feeling of his not inconsiderably length splitting open your aching pussy alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and his rough thrusts, his shattering pace – all of it only working to agitate the few parts of you that hadn’t already gone numb to his assult. You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to go completely numb, but Yor cooed, one of her hands falling away from you only to find its way to the curve of your stomach, her palm soon pressed flat against your skin. “Miss Anya did mention wanting a younger sister,” she muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. “It’ll be difficult to hide, ‘till it’s over with. There used to be a single mother working at city hall, but the State Security Service paid her a visit and…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But I’m sure that won’t be an issue for you!”

“Of course not.” Loid’s voice was breathy, his attention mostly elsewhere. He did his best to stay composed, to maintain that painstakingly professionally air, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, feel his hips stutter as his pace grew that much more brutal. “We’ll be taking care of you. When you start to show, you’ll move in with us, and—” A groan, a pair of tired eyes allowed to close. “—and if you cooperate, we’ll make it so you don’t have to worry about anything aside from the baby. Any added stress will only make the pregnancy more difficult.”

Loid’s hips pressed against yours, Yor’s mouth on the curve of your neck. “Our little family is growing so quickly.” You could feel her grin against your throat, fangs ready to clamp down at the first sign of resistance. “I can’t wait until you’re better. You’ll be so happy, when you’re in your right mind again.”

Your mouth fell open, but anything you might’ve said died in your throat long before it could ever reach your tongue. There was no pleasure to it, no stimulation other than the same grating sensation and the pinpoints of pressure where Loid’s fingertips dug into your waist, but if your comfort mattered to Loid, he would’ve stopped as soon as he saw what his wife did to you. He cursed under his breath, throwing his hand forward and hauling your rigid body that much closer to his. You didn’t have a chance to brace yourself, to trick your pain-addled mind into believing there was anything you could possibly do to get away from him before he went still, something thick and searing flooding into your unprotected cunt. He lingered there, his cum leaking out of you despite your pussy’s futile attempts to cling to his cock, and for the first time, you let yourself think about what they were taking about – insemination, pregnancy, growing families and new siblings. You let yourself acknowledge the weight of Yor’s hand against your stomach, Loid’s hips against yours. You let yourself breath in, holding the air in your lungs for a moment before exhaling and going limp against Yor.

Fuck.

If you never saw the Forgers again, it’d still be a day too soon.

Yor started to pull away from you, but Loid stopped her. “Conception can be fickle,” he started, fighting not to pant audibly. “It’d be for the best if we were…” His eyes dropped to you. “…thorough.”

“Do you hear that?” Her hold grew that much tighter, her smile that much brighter. Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The feeling might’ve sent a chill down your spine, if you still had the strength to be afraid of them.

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

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #spy x family #spy x family imagines #yandere spy x family #yandere loid forger #loid forger x reader #twilight x reader #yor forger x reader #yor x reader #yandere yor #yanderecore #yancore

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h0estar · 1 month

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after i read chapter 95, 6 completely made-up and entirely impossible scenarios of what i wish would happen entered my mind and i hurriedly typed them all down in discord in a frenzy oops

my favorite made-up scenario would probably be where for some reason, anya completely forgets about damian and the mission and chooses to dance with juice man (loid) instead. she'll get bullied ofc for wanting to dance with a "servant" or for choosing a "servant" over damian but she doesn't care because at the end of the day, she loves her dad and she's grateful he adopted her. loid becomes even softer for her, and then the two of them have a little father and daughter dance and it's the sweetest thing ever.

and then maybe this could be a hint to her mysterious backstory!

anw, i'm just rambling. scroll along people. let me live with this cute moment as my personal unwritten fanfic in my head for a while :')

#ramble #this could be oneshot material but i cannot write for the life of me #spy x family #spy x family 95 #spy x family spoilers #sxf #anya #loid forger #damianya

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willow-wispe · 5 months

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Fair Deal (Yuri Briar x Fem OC)

He hated her soft honey blonde hair. He hated her innocent greyish blue eyes. He hated her gentle smiles. He hated the fact that her sister liked her very much. He hated the fact that he fell hard for her at the first sight. How cruel of her to flash him her gentle smiles, to laugh so innocently at his jokes, to always look so angelic without even a bit of effort, to take the place in his heart he thought only his sister would have.

All this ruckus started when he went to the Forger household for the first time, after knowing that his sister is married for a year and didn't even tell him. (Referring to episode 8). Apparently Loidie Loid also had a sibling, well a sister, of his age. Yor met her before that night and wouldn't stop talking about how adorable she is, and how she reminds her of him (Yuri). Yuri didn't really thought much of that. But then his sister called him to help Anya with her studies. Happier than ever, he skipped happily towards the forger household mainly to meet his sister. Reaching the door and ringing the bell, while expecting to see his sister, he got the biggest surprise of his life. Innocent grey-blue eyes, shoulder length honey blonde hair, the angelic greeted him as he froze on the spot. How can someone be so beautiful? Apparently, Loid also called his sister to teach Anya math, because he knew that she would be able to teach her in a way that Anya would understand. While Anya solved the problems that Lillith (I thought why not give her a name similar to Loid, as Yuri and Yor look alike while having similar names. You can change the name according to your wish though), Yuri talked to her. He wanted to be rude like he was to Loid, showing her that he didn't liked her a bit. Oh how miserably he failed, but can you blame him? So innocent and sweet, anyone would like her in an instant. It's not his fault that he talked to her about her interests, hobbies and job, soaking every little detail in his mind. No, it wasn't his fault.

This didn't stopped their. Lillith was Loid's sister, so of course she would be invited to the family events of Forgers that he was invited to. Soon he found himself bring 2 flower bouquets instead of one, a big, full of roses for Yor, and a smaller one, with Variegated Tulips (search it's symbolism) for Lillith, because why not?

All these small bits of kinds and affection didn't escaped Yor eyes. Oh my oh my, Yor became the biggest shipper and wing woman for Yuri after this. Yuri, on the other hand, finally accepted his feelings, because Yor can't be wrong, can she? Loid fell in love with his (Yuri's) sister and married her, wouldn't it be fair if Yuri does the same? Lillith is naive, so wouldn't Loid want someone for his sister who he knows and is also a good person? She's always happy whenever he (Yuri) is around, so it wouldn't be bad if he decides that she is the one for him and he is the one for her, right? It's a fair deal in his eyes...

#yuri briar #yor forger #spy x family #yuri briar x reader #spy family #loid forger #oneshot #spyxfamily oneshot

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lillyliketowrite · 4 months

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🕵🏼🍼Little Loid Oneshots🍼🕵🏼

-Loid’s mental age would be around 3-5. But after a long day of doing spy crap, he would regress to around 2.

-His main CG is Yor, who he calls Mama and Yo-Yo. His 2 babysitters are Yuri, who he calls Baba, which he pretends he hates but secretly loves it. And Franky, who he calls Unkie and Franny.

-His LOVES: Coloring, watching Spy wars with Anya, playing peek-a-boo with his cig’s and babysitters, getting his belly blowed on, CUDDLES, and playing with Anya.

His HATES: Veggies, when Yor isn’t around to give him attention, when Anya’s at school, when Yor says it’s bedtime, when he has to work in littlespace, and he HATES not getting cuddles >:(

-Favorite Outfit: Green and white striped long sleeve shirt with sweatpants, and his spy wars customized paci.

That’s all my honey bunnies ❤️ I’ll see you guys later!! Hugs and kisses! Be safe !!

#spy x family agere #spy x family #sfw agere #baby #oneshot #loid forger #twilight #yor forger #anya forger #yuri briar #franky

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sxf-fics · 4 months

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Hi! firstly, HUGE thank you for starting this blog! I think its super cool and a great way to introduce fans to all the great fics this fandom has to offer. Second, I've been trying to find this really cute fic that takes place after S1 Cour 2 Ep 9 where Yor visits Loid's hospital and mentions Fiona's comment about him "always complaining about his wife", and Loid reassuring her that he never said anything like that. Its a really fluffy and sweet oneshot but i haven't found it despite scouring all of tumblr. Can you help me out? Thx in advance <3

Hello! Thank you SO much for your kind request (and for being the first request!), we're very glad that you think of it as a great idea.

We've found a fic that seems to match your description:

Don't hesitate to let us know if this was not the fic you were looking for!

#sxf-fics #spy x family #sxf #foundfic #twiyor #fiona frost #fluff #oneshot #protective loid forger

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smt-obsessed · 10 days

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Loid Forger

☆ 32 ☆ intj ☆ taurus ☆ 6'1 ☆

Each symbol portrays a different genre.

💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

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HEADCANNONS

Nothing yet...

ONE-SHOTS

"Lose Control." 💋🧸

Coming soon...

SERIES

Nothing yet...

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✰Masterlist✰

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#loid forger #loid forger x reader #loid forger fanfic #loid forger headcannons #loid forger oneshots #🍪

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desmondfamilyletters · 6 months

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masterlist!! request open

⌕ spy x family!

none yet! be the first to send me a mission

#spy x family #spy x family anime #spy x family manga #sxf #sxf anime #sxf manga #damian desmond #anya forger #damianya #loid forger #yor briar #loid x yor #damian x anya #imagines #writing #oneshot #headcanon #requests open #reqs open

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linkemon · 7 days

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Butter (Forger Loid x Reader)

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here. Consider supporting me on Ko-fi. You can also check out my commissions if you're interested.

Other oneshots can be found here.

ʟᴏɪᴅ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɪᴅ - ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘʏ - [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡᴀʀꜱ…

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that" Butter BTS

Anya obediently held her father's hand as she slowly trotted through the sunny city. There were so many things happening around her that she didn't know which way to look. In the orphanage, she rarely went outside. If so, it's usually a dirty yard. The buildings she was looking at now did not resemble the view from the small window of the old tenement house. They were big and colorful. She smiled broadly. It was definitely a fun day.

— Where are we going? — she asked, tugging lightly on the sleeve of his suit.

— To the kiosk. To get the newspaper. — Loid adjusted his hat and turned into another of the many streets.

— [Reader] is a good informant. She'll definitely get some information about the school.

It wasn't like Anya wanted to eavesdrop on others' thoughts. Sure, sometimes she really tried to do it on purpose and usually succeeded but it was usually without her control. That's why she didn't like crowds. In large crowds of people, her power went a bit crazy. There were times when she heard too much at once. That's why she was glad to go to a less crowded.

She looked at dad. Ask him? No, she couldn't. She would have to explain to him what was going on. He would have realized that she wasn't completely normal and he would have given her back. If she wanted to stay with him, she had to get into school. This was important to his mission.

She strained her head. Informant... Informant... Informant... Someone like that was definitely in an episode of Spy Wars. She just couldn't quite remember which one. She usually focused on what Bondman was doing. After all, he was the coolest hero of all. He shot, defeated enemies and saved the princess.

— Good morning. — Forger entered the small shop.

The bell above the door jingled a few times, letting the owner know that a customer had arrived. Loid took off his hat out of politeness, looking around the shelves. He looked at Anya with a significant look. She furrowed her brow in thought but soon realized what he meant.

— Good morning! — she screamed.

— Hello, nice to see my regular customer! — The saleswoman immediately stopped reading the book and seemed to perk up.

Anya looked at her closely. She had gray hair. Her face wasn't yet wrinkled like the orphanage counselor's but she leaned on her cane from time to time.

— Dad, how do you know the old lady?

— Anya, that's very rude. You shouldn't say that. Apologize — Forger sighed.

— It's okay. — The lady behind the counter laughed loudly.

— It's a good sign. My cover is working. And I thought that with my beauty I wouldn't be able to pretend to be an old woman. Checkmate, headquarters!

Anya widened her eyes in disbelief. It must have been the whole informant. The longer she looked at her, the more small details she noticed in her disguise. Her hands were very young. And in one place above her ear the colour of her hair was slightly different than the gray that dominated her head. She wasn't old at all. She was just pretending. The little girl felt a surge of pride. She figured it out herself.

— You must be Anya? Mr. Forger told me a little about you. — The woman smiled friendly.

— My name is Anya Forgerzzz. I'm this years old. — She lifted her fingers neatly. — And I like peanutz very much.

[Reader] looked at the little girl. She had to admit she was adorable. Maybe not quite perfect for this mission, judging by Twilight's report but she should be able to handle it with a little help. To which she herself was to contribute significantly.

Eden Academy didn't accept just anyone. Known for its demanding course of education, it expected wealth, knowledge, good manners and elegance from students. It quickly eliminated families that didn't fit in and there was no chance of returning. You only had one chance to try to get there. Her professional friend — Franky — entrusted her with obtaining information about the school, as well as the main target of the mission — Donovan Desmond. She had to pass it on somehow, so she bought a small building a bit from the center. Running the kiosk was extremely boring. People usually stopped by to get their newspapers early in the morning. After that she was off almost all the time. Seeing Twilight reminded her, as always, of other, more interesting times, when she was still training to become an agent like him. Did she regret changing her profession? Maybe sometimes, when she almost fell asleep out of boredom, poring over the pages of a novel to pass the time. However, she had little choice. An injury in the last year of training eliminated her from the game. Working as a spy would strain her leg in the long run. So she took the informant course.

Twilight hasn't changed much since his student days. Already in his first year he was promisingly good. The closer he got to completing his training, the more he proved he was perfect for the job. Now, working on the Strix, he has become his profession's best hope for peace. A lot of people were jealous of [Reader] for getting the chance to work with him. Some of her friends from work bothered her to ask him for autographs on their behalf. She disagreed, answering evasively. He didn't like it and didn't have much time. She didn't want to bother him with such trifles. Even if it made her look like a mean friend in the eyes of others.

Women were still crazy about him. Both those in the field, at the headquarters, and those that he had to use for his missions. [Reader] wasn't surprised at all. He had a kind of charisma but he could also be sensitive when needed. However, this was usually seen in purely work-related matters. She had the feeling that few of them really knew him. She wanted to believe that she was some kind of exception. She never forgot how one of the first days no one could complete the obstacle course. They were the only ones who stayed longer to try again. Once during an exam, the boy made a wrong turn and almost hit broken equipment. Maybe he could save himself from the sharpened rod, maybe he wouldn't — it was hard to tell how well his tired body could handle it. Then [Reader] appeared out of nowhere, pulling him up. For a long time he couldn't believe that she had messed up her almost perfect score to help him. Since then, they started talking to each other. Sometimes the girl thought about whether what was between them was still friendship or whether the boundary had been crossed. The answer never came and in her senior year the relationship faded as [Reader] changed her career path. Which didn't change the fact that it was still really nice to see him, even from time to time. They usually worked far from each other, in different parts of the country. However, there were joint missions like this one.

— There should be some left around here. — [Reader] started rummaging through her old-fashioned purse. — Butter peanuts. I think you'll like them.

— Thanks! — The little girl's beaming face let her know that she must really like this delicacy.

The man immediately realized what was going on. It was a packet of [Reader]'s favorite flavour. She had carried at least one with her since her student days. It wasn't for sale. He tilted his head slightly, as if scolding her for spoiling the child and giving away her things.

— Today's special edition. — [Reader] pulled out a newspaper from under the counter.

She gently tapped her fingers against its surface and if it weren't for her mind reading, Anya would never have realized she was conveying a secret message:

— Half of the answers to the exam. You have to wait for the rest — the woman spelled in her mind.

The girl stuffed peanuts into her mouth, feeling mounting excitement. It may not have been exactly shooting with a gun but she was involved in some real spy work. Almost like in Spy Wars!

— You should visit us for afternoon tea sometime. Preferably as soon as possible. Maybe this week? — Forger handed Anya a tissue to wipe her mouth.

— I have a lot of things to do but I'll see what I can do. — She looked at him uncertainly.

— I don't know if I can get these answers that quickly — she tapped with her fingernail again.

— It's not about the mission. We didn't see for a long time — he tapped.

She stared at the shelves, trying to keep her face neutral. She thought her feelings had faded after so long. So why was she so happy about this invitation? The answer led to only one conclusion: forgetting didn't work out at all. Maybe it would be easier to get over it if he changed or was less handsome. Meanwhile, she had the impression that he was still the same. Every time she saw him.

— We should go now. — Loid grabbed the little hand sticky from all of the nuts. — Goodbye. — He bowed and put on his hat.

Before leaving, he gave [Reader] a second longer look than he should have. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he looked at the baby and decided against it. He took Anya in his arms.

— Bye Bye! — The girl waved as she left the store.

She felt like sleeping almost immediately. She rubbed her tired eyes. It was a day full of new surprises. She didn't have time to take a nap. She cuddled up to her dad. On the border between wakefulness and sleep, she sometimes heard people even when she didn't want to. This time it wasn't different:

— How long do I have to wait for the tram...

— How boring this job is...

— Damn! Attack? Right now?

This last thought, picked out from a sea of others, successfully woke her up. She strained her mind, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She was horrified to discover that the chaotic words were coming from the building at the end of the street they had just left. She felt panic. How was she supposed to let anyone know what was going on?

— Just a moment and it will be over. We must have these documents. — The unfamiliar voice sounded menacing, echoing in her head.

— I want peanutz! — she blurted out as loudly as she could.

Loid looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

— You just ate the whole package. If you're hungry, I'll buy you dinner.

— No no no. — She stamped her foot. — Peanutz! — She turned her head towards the kiosk, as if that would help her figure out whether the informant was still alive.

— Listen. — The man crouched down, lowering himself to her eye level. — Too much sweets is harmful to children...

— Anya wants peanutz now! — she shouted louder than last time. And she did something she saw from other children on the street. Every time they wanted something very much, they took a deep breath and started crying. She followed their example, attracting the attention of all passersby.

She didn't feel well with her snotty nose and face covered in tears. That's why she was happy when she got a handkerchief.

— Okay, okay. We'll buy them on the way home, how about this? — Forger asked conciliatingly.

— NO. Butter peanutz from an old lady! — Saying this, she pulled Loid by the sleeve towards the kiosk.

The man sighed heavily. He knew perfectly well that [Reader] had no more packages. However, he was fed up with the glances given to him by random passers-by. So he let the little girl guide him to stop her from crying, at least for a moment.

He didn't expect what he saw in the store when he crossed the threshold again that day. Anya probably didn't either because she stood there like a pillar of salt, staring at the man behind the counter. He stared at the store owner. [Reader] must have lost her wig in the heat of battle. A fresh scar marred his cheek. She must have been hit hard. She dropped her old lady cover, pointing her gun at her attacker. Someone else's muffled voice came from behind the door of the small storage room. He probably had a gag on his mouth.

[Reader] glanced back quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Twilight.

— I thought I'd have to shoot this guy. How could I get two people out of here alive without blowing the cover?

— We came for nuts. We didn't want to disturb your game of thieves — Loid said, trying to save the day. The little girl couldn't have known that she was a spy. This could ruin the entire mission.

— If only Anya wouldn't find out...

The girl gave him a quick glance. Now she had to act a little stupid.

— Are you playing robbery? Anya wants to play too. Can I have a gun?

— Of course! And in the meantime I'll take care of the second evil guy, what do you say? — suggested the woman.

— Great! — said the little girl, taking over the weapon. — Handz up!

The attacker looked at her as if he wanted to say something but eventually closed his mouth.

It was like a Bondman action movie. She felt herself almost shaking with excitement. Of course, she had to pretend she didn't know what was going on but it was still like in her favourite series. She wasn't disappointed with her dad. She knew from the beginning that if she allowed him to be adopted, sooner or later she would experience his dream.

Twilight gave [Reader] a slightly horrified look until her lips moved in silent communication:

— Fake gun.

Immediately after, she opened the glove compartment, revealing a slightly injured man. The agent wasted no time in dialing the agency's number. Someone had to come and get them as quickly as possible. Considering he made the call as part of Operation Strix, the staff needed to get here as quickly as they could. It wouldn't be so easy for an informant to quietly take out these two enemies. Especially still living.

He stepped deeper into the closet and looked at the man with a critical eye. He made sure no one was looking at him and then hit him with a right hook. A soft moan was effectively muffled by the gag.

— This is for [Reader] — he whispered towards the already unconscious person. Afterwards, he straightened his suit and joined Anya as if nothing had happened.

— I went to check the back room but [Reader] doesn't have any more nuts — he said, taking the gun from his daughter.

— What nuts... — began the girl, who had completely forgotten why she supposedly came here. — I mean... That's a realz pityyy. We will buy in different store.

— We have to go. Say goodbye nicely.

— You're great! — Anya quickly ran to [Reader] and wrapped her arms around her waist. — Can we play like this again sometime?

— Sure — the woman replied, smiling slightly. She hugged the little girl tightly, watching as Twilight knocked out the guy she had been holding at fake gunpoint with one punch. — I'll come over for tea sometime. And I'll definitely bring some butter peanuts...

#forger loid x reader #spy x family x reader #anya forger #oneshot x reader #peanuts #butter bts inspired #loid forger #reader #twilight

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jiminjamms · 2 years

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international superspy :: loid x hostess! reader

synopsis: working in berlint's most popular hostess club, you get interested in some mysterious eye-candy who's dressed up to the nines.

content tags/warnings: drabble/oneshot. suggestive. implication of illegal activities. strong language.

word count: 750 words

notes: for @scandescent's and @festive's dirty money collab! a shorter and more lighthearted work. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! (see notes continued at end.)

You first noticed him when your shift began.

Eight o’clock at night, and you were busy polishing at the side when while he had just entered through the establishment’s wooden double doors.

Just from his back, you could tell that this guy was ridiculously attractive.

He was tall, blonde, and every step he took in his well-ironed navy suit told you that he was most certainly some distinguished gentleman.

You really didn’t understand why his body and presence was so captivating—it wasn’t like he was the only pretty boy going around. Here, at the most renowned hostess club in Berlint, businesspeople with deep pockets and name-brand business suits were one among plenty.

In fact, from what you’d seen in your few weeks as an employee here, customers come here in troves once the clock ticked past typical working hours. Besides, who—after toiling in their little cubicles for twelve-hour workdays—wouldn’t be seeking a sympathetic ear that would listen to their ramblings about corporate Ostanian life?

Put simply, hostess clubs were supposed to offer a platonic reprieve for the tired and overworked, an innocent little guilty pleasure for those who could afford.

As a hostess, therefore, you had been trained to keep conversations, serve drinks, play card games.

That’s how you get the customers. That’s how you win popularity.

In essence, that’s how you rake in the money.

The legal way, at least.

Less honest hostesses like you always had dirtier tricks up their sleeves. Anything to extort a little extra cash, right?

Because boy, did your paychecks here do you good. Hourly wages plus hefty tips lined your wallet well, and there was nothing you loved more than spending on all sorts of expensive thrills: champagne, gambling, warehouse parties.

One problem, though.

Whoever Blondie was, he clearly didn’t want to be here. He appeared to be dragged along by a shorter, scruffier man.

You recognized this other person as Franky Franklin, a regular at the establishment and—according to hearsay—had been trying to woo several co-workers only to get rejected each time. (And with all due respect, you now understood why.)

But Franky’s sexy friend, though…

You hadn’t even seen his face, yet you knew that you’d certainly never seen anyone like him before.

In the split second that this new guy—en route to a table—walked by and did angle his face in your direction, you swallowed hard.

Because he was handsome.

No, he was hot. Hot as hell.

Blondie, as far as you could tell, was well into his late twenties with sharpened features that were strong like thunder clouds. His bright blue eyes looked right at you, almost as though he had sensed your lingering stare.

But no, that wasn’t the important part.

The real important part was that you got him. You got his attention.

And Blondie stared back. He evaluated you, inspected you, and even raised a brow as his eyes slid over your figure slowly and obviously. That was all before he was quickly ushered forward and stepped past you for good.

However, you wanted him, needed him.

You silently watched him settle at a table towards the back, tucked behind an alcove.

Given the weird arrangement of walls that nearly shielded him, you had to lean back just the right amount so that his full body would come to view.

Seated comfortably, he rested his elbows languidly on armrests. He already seemed engrossed in conversation, rapping his finger against the table as Franky spoke to him.

There was a brief moment where, in concentration, he subtly flexed his jawline and creased his brows, gestures so delicious that you momentarily forgot to breathe.

He was busy, probably here to work rather than to get his dick wet, but there was something so tempting in the way his legs were crossed, his posture so assured. There was just something so…erotic in the manner which he licked the tips of his fingers, shuffling some documents in his slender hands.

As you observed Blondie from across the room, you decided then and there that he would be your next target.

A couple hundred dalcs was probably nothing to a person earning over six digits like him.

Even if a hostess's code of conduct strictly discouraged sexual intentions, you knew that if you showed a little extra skin, he'd perhaps double the tips.

Or more.

Anything to give this eye-candy everything that he deserved.

And, of course, to get everything that you needed as well.

notes continued: 1) i did an embarrassing amount of research on hostess clubs, only to use 2% of what i learned. LOL 2) if you caught the tiktok title reference, ily. i just knew i'd never get the chance to use it otherwise.

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. loid forger.

ꨄ cw. reader wearing makeup, detective!reader?, mentions of broken arms and gunshots.

MASTERLIST.

ꨄ request. I couldn’t find any rules for requesting so I hope my request is alright with you!! I was wondering I could ask for just some cute date night hc? You can turn it into more if you like! I just want to cuddle and smooch his face ‼️‼️— anon.

"hello there, mr forger." you greet with a tired smile as you walk through the front door.

"good evening, mrs forger." he nods looking up from his mountain of files to send you a smile of his own.

"mama!" came the childish voice of the little cutie who was added to your family not long ago. the soft padding of the little girl’s footsteps followed shortly after and you welcomed her with open arms.

“how was work?”

"it was boring."

'it was actually far from it, I broke a criminals arm and then shot at a moving car stopping it with only 2 bullets.'

the young girls eyes seemed to brighten even more than the gleam they normally held as she looked at the older woman with pride and admiration. you, however, didn't notice it as you moved with anya still in your arms to sit beside your husband who closed over his files and leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs and propping an arm to hang around you.

"nevermind me, how was your day, sweetcheeks?" you inquire softly as you lightly pull at anya’s rosy cheeks and gushed at her wide smile as she moved to sit in between you and your husband.

"papa and I played a lot of games and baked a cake!" she exclaimed as she waved her hands erraticly.

"you got bored of the games very quickly and left them to me and then made a mess of the cake." loid claims from beside her and the girl looks up at him with shock and betrayal.

a giggle escapes your lips as you play with her locks when all of a sudden she hurriedly gets off of the couch to enter the kitchen.

"you're free for the rest of the day, right?" loid asks as he pulls your figure closer to his side and you nod as you lean into his body.

"let's go out on a date." he suggests and you look up to see him clearly "you want to leave anya at home, on her own?" she asks confused, they both turned to look at the girl who tripped over thin air before standing up as if nothing happened.

"I called for the babysitter." loid quickly shook his head with a fond smile, you arch a brow at his prep "so, you knew of my schedule already?"

"I like doing my research so, what do you say? do you want to go out to dinner with me?" you tug your lower lip between your teeth contemplating before slowly agreeing.

"sure, we haven't had some time to ourselves in a while." loid smiles at you, gently gripping onto your chin to secure a kiss on your lips when your moment came to an end with a bubbly anya entering the living room once more.

"I brought you some cake, mama!" she placed the sweet dessert onto the table and once you ensured the girl was holding nothing, you pulled her towards you to place a kiss on the crown of her head.

"thank you so much, my dear." when you let her go loid picked her up to place her on his lap.

"your mother and I will be going out tonight." he tells her and the girl nods "I called in a babysitter to stay with you until we come back, don't make too much trouble, okay?" with another nod from the girl, loid ruffled her hair and you fed the girl a bit of your slice for being so compliant.

"this tastes really good, anya!" you compliment her after taking a bite yourself and giving some for loid to taste as well. in the few minutes you spent with your family, you felt all the stress of work fade away.

you leave the toilet adorning a towel as you walk into your shared bed room with loid. your attention is focused solely on your wardrobe as you skim through its contents.

"honey!" you call as you wait for your husband to come "which one?" you pull out two dresses and loid walks in to sit on the bed "this?" you extend the arm holding a tight black dress "or this?" your other arm replaces the first one as you now extend the arm holding a two piece suit from chanel that takes on the colour of baby pink.

"the suit looks pretty." he shrugs and you put back the black dress in the closet as you place the other outfit on the bed next to him.

"it sort of reminds me of anyas hair." he chuckles lightly as you sit yourself at the vanity, prepping your skin before you apply makeup.

"it does." you smile as you look at him through the mirror, he gets up to place a kiss on your cheek before he leaves to use the shower.

it didn't take you long before you applied your eyeshadow, a baby pink that blended with a soft black as you followed it with eyeliner. you then moved on to apply concealer to the area under your eyes, hiding the many sleepless nights that had caused them, efficiently. after blending out the makeup, you applied some bb cream before dusting your cheeks with some blush and finishing it all with a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones and the tip of your nose and some pink lipstick.

"are you done?" loid asks as he enters the room with one towel hanging on his head and another wrapped around his waist.

"yeah." you get up from your spot to change into your underwear and clothes as loid walks over to the vanity and retrieves his deodorant.

you pull up your pants and place your arms through the straps of your bra before you walk over to you husband, silently asking him to clasp the hooks together from the back "oh, you're matching?" you give him a little show and he smiles "do you like? I saw it at the shops and thought you might enjoy it."

"I love it." you sway your hips in a playful manner as you walk over to the bed and slip on a pink vest and then your skirt whilst loid starts wearing his own clothes which consists of a suit except this time, it's a baby blue.

just as you pulled out some black heels to wear, loid pulls you towards him and he turns you so that you're looking at yourself through the mirror "I got you this." he pulls out a box from the drawer and opens it to show you a diamond necklace with matching earings, a bracelet and ring.

"loid," you look at it with wide eyes before turning around to look up at him "you didn't have to."

"but I wanted to." he leans down to press a kiss against your lips and you open your mouth to let his tongue through.

the kiss doesn't go any further as pulls away and helps you adorn the expensive jewellery "let's get going then?" you nod after you finish spraying some of your perfume and he sprays some of his cologne.

you left the master bedroom with your arm hooked into loids and a bag being held in your other hand "anya, sweetheart?!" you called as you arrived at the front door.

"yes, mama?" the girl left her room followed by the teenager who was tasked to watch her for the night "remember what papa said and I'll be sure to get you some treats, okay?"

"make sure you get me my peanuts." the young girl whispers in your ear when you lean down to talk to her and a light laugh escapes your lips as you link you pinky with hers.

"promise." you wink and she smiles before taking the hand of the older girl "bye mama, papa!"

"don't forget to call us if anything happens, alright?"

"yes sir!"

and soon, the two of you were in the car driving to the restaurant that loid booked for the night. you had spent hours just talking and dining before you decided to take a walk alongside the river.

"can you believe lily and jake broke up?" you ask, pulling away from his side to look at him and loids eyes widen with the new information "no?"

"yes, apparently they fell out of love and just didn't feel the same way-"

a phone call interrupts your rambling and you disconnect yourself from your husband to stand in front of him as he speaks.

"hello?" he answers after a few rings and you look at him with furrowed brows as you wait for him to finish.

a sigh escapes his lips as he tucks his phone in his jacket and he reaches for your hand "what's the matter?"

"anya isn't falling asleep and jane needs to get home." a chuckle escapes your lips and you shake your head as loid starts walking back to the car with your hand in his.

"can we stop by the supermarket?" loid doesn't even question why as he stops by the closest one and let's you buy some peanuts, candy and more hot chocolate.

"let's go." you tap his thigh once you got back into the car and moments later you arrive back home.

"we're sorry to have kept you late, jane." you apologise as loid goes to anyas room to check on her.

"it's fine, I'm sorry I couldn't let you enjoy your night out but I have exams soon and I can't really spend a lot of time out anymore."

"no, no, it's alright, sweetie." you rub her shoulder in comfort "do you want a ride home, it's late."

"I wouldn't want to bother you-"

"nonsense, give me a second." you leave her at the door to drop off your bag and grab the keys placed on the kitchen countertop as you alert loid "honey, I'm dropping jane off!"

he comes out of anyas room with the girl in his arms "do you want me to drop her off?" he asks you as stands beside you and you shake your head as you plant a kiss on his cheek.

"take care then!"

"come on." you motion for her to follow you leaving behind loid and anya who were seated on the couch with the tv on and once you're in the car you type in her address in your gps.

"how is school going?" you ask as you look outside the window before making a turn.

"it's been hard lately, exams are very soon but I've barely been motivated to study for them."

"ugh, I remember when I was a student I hated school a lot." you scrunch your nose "I was happy when I was done with but I have to say as much as it is rubbish, finishing it is worth it in the end."

the younger girl nods in understanding and thanks you for the ride when you park your car in front of her house "have a good night!" you wave to her before making your way back home.

you unlock the door to your apartment when you notice that the lights are still on and so is the tv but your family was asleep. you quietly kick off your heels and walk to your room to change into your nightgown and robes before brushing your teeth.

"loid?" you whisper as you gently shake him and he wakes up at once, not moving much as to not disturb anyas sleep "we got to get her into bed."

"yeah." he carefully passes her sleeping figure to you and you tuck her into bed with utmost care as loid follows behind you.

"she tried to wait until you came back but her eyes kept getting droopy so I read her a book and she fell asleep." loid informs you as you watch the sleeping child, a soft smile makes its way on your face at the sight and you press a kiss to her forehead.

"sweet dreams, my love."

loid is at the door when you switch of the lights and you join him as he closes the door before interlocking your fingers with his.

"we always have such busy days, don't we?" you ask as he leads you to your room.

"that, we do." he let's go of your hand as you remove your robe and climb into bed.

"you're forgetting something." he stops you from fully sliding under the covers of your duvet and you tiredly open your eyes to look at him "huh?"

loid grabs a tray that holds your beauty care products and places it on the nightstand beside him "you've still got some makeup on." he shakes his head as he pulls you to sit on his lap.

"oops." you smile with closed eyes and he pulls out a wipe and holds your face with one hand before gently wiping it with the other, making sure he removes all the product on your face.

he then takes a tub and opens it before applying some of the product on your face smoothly, slowly massaging it at the same time and you feel yourself properly falling asleep.

"lips." his command wakes you up and you pucker your lips for him and he applies some lip balm to it, once finished, he replaces the balm with his lips and you soon smile into the kiss as you placé your hands on his shoulders and he places his on your waist.

"I missed these moments." you say as you press your forehead against his "I do too."

you move from ontop of him to lie down on your side of the bed and he slides so that he's also lying down before you move to rest half of your body atop of his and peck his face, soon arriving at his lips leaving a longer kiss there.

"goodnight, dear."

"goodnight, love."

#loid forger x reader #loid x reader #loid spy x family #loid forger #spy x family #loid forger oneshot #loid forger scenario #loid forger headcanon #twilight x reader

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edens-serigala · 2 years

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as cute and stupid (<3) and fun as damianya is, part of me also kind of wants loid and yor to take damian under their wings too. goodness knows this boy is desperate for parental attention, and now loid and yor are both aware that he's missing it.

and i can't imagine either turning their back on someone in that situation, given they can empathise. but like in a similar way that nagisa's parents did for tomoya in clannad. where they step up to support damian because no one else is.

( and preferably not even because of twilight's mission, or yor's friendship with melinda. purely because they can see this kid is hurting and they've ALL been there and they want to help. )

#maybe i should finish that oneshot hm?#because it looks like i may have the makings of a sequel here #spy x family #damian desmond #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #melinda desmond

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Third Party.

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

Word Count: 1.5k.

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

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t a question, this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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enragedpineapple · 1 year

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Y’all, I’m doing my favorite thing: getting drunk and writing smut. A new Loid/Yor oneshot will be uploaded soon ;))

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Loid x yor eden academy au

Spy x Family: Eden Academy AU! Loid x Yor

Summary: In a world where Loid Forger’s name is actually Loid Forger… Young Loid attends Eden Academy, studying diligently to become a noteworthy spy someday.

Word Count: 1,026

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thanks a bunch for this request! It was rather fun to have so much creative freedom.

(Young!Loid x Young!Yor)

The halls of Eden Academy stretched for miles; or so it seemed to most of the students who attended. Eden Academy was only for the most esteemed and Loid couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride to be a part of such an establishment. It made him feel like he was one step closer to his goal; becoming a spy. Loid took his studies very seriously, though he knew this wasn’t the only thing he needed to focus on. He needed some sort of experience in the field. Unfortunately, Loid was only 5 at the current time. This meant, he would have to assign field work for himself.

“First rule of a spy… Assume nothing.” Loid reminded himself, clutching a book in his hand. The book was not for his studies, however, it did reveal some interesting facts about spies, or so he thought. Loid was the type to believe anything a book told him. He made his way down the hall, he took note of a few classmates behind him. “Second rule of a spy… Always be wary of your surroundings.” He mutters, turning the corner. Once he had fully turned the corner, he ended up walking through a set of doorways that led into the lunchroom.

He stopped for a minute to put his book into his bag and remained composed as he stepped into the lunch line. The lunchroom ambience was something he would have to get used to in order to become a spy. Being aware of everything was something he should be able to do easily. After all, a good spy should take note of people who enter and exit the room. He took the few moments of waiting in line to count every head in the room. He studied the sounds of squeaking chairs, the tapping of shoes, and even the chattering as his classmates passed.

The time of waiting for food had come and gone in a flash, leaving him to wonder which seat he should take in the room. He could blend in with the crowd and find a group to sit with or perhaps take residence in the barren corner? The choices had his brain wracking. Before a choice was made, his eyes flickered to the doorway, taking note of another person who joined the sea of students in the lunchroom.

He recognized her as soon as he saw her; they were classmates after all. Loid’s feet decided to walk in her direction before his mind could comprehend the thought. As he approached, he silently thanked his feet for such a brilliant idea. He was very used to charming everyone he talked to, he used the last year to sharpen his charisma. He was sure things would go smoothly, “Hello Miss, your name was Yor was it not?” He spoke softly, his body language indicating that he was raised in an elegant household. She nodded in reply, U-um! Yes!” She quickly responded, tripping on her words. He took quick notice that she was rather shy and changed his approach, “My name is Loid Forger, but please, just call me Loid. We had class together earlier.” He clarifies with a smile. She nervously smiles in return, “Oh, yes I remember. P-please excuse me.” She quickly bows and runs off to the lunch line.

Loid was left confused and in a daze, was it something he said? Perhaps he was too up front with her? This conclusion didn’t make sense to him; all he did was introduce himself. He found himself staring at her as she joined the lunch line. His stare lingered for a while longer until he sighed. “Perhaps I am not as charismatic as I thought.” Tearing his gaze away from her, he took note of a virtually empty table in the corner of the room. He mentally declared that spot his for the rest of the semester.

Every day after that, he would spend time in that corner for lunch, and everyday his gaze would set on Yor for a considerable amount of time. He continued to play his part; staying calm and being polite was what he set out to do. Loid made it his personal mission to sharpen his skills on perception and perseverance. It wasn’t long before Yor was nothing but a memory. He continued his days in the Academy perfecting his routine.

It wasn’t until a week later that Yor approached his table. “M-mister Forger?” The girl held her lunch tray in her hands, an introverted stance took her form. Both feet were close together, elbows tucked close to her body. He gave her his attention, surprised by her appearance at his table. “You can just call me Loid, remember?” He corrects, a small courteous smile forming on his features.

She nods, quickly apologizing, “I-I’m sorry! Forgive me Mister Loid.” He stares at her for a moment, processing the new name. “Uh- Just Loid is fine. Ah, nevermind it. Did you need something from me?” He questions. She nods again, her facial expression twisting into a troubled one. “I wanted to apologize for running away last week. That was rude of me.” She bows in apology. To say that he was surprised by her actions was an understatement. “N-no. It’s quite alright. It’s nothing but a passing thought now.” He clears his throat, becoming a tad bit flustered. With a sudden outburst, she places her tray on the table, placing it in the spot in front of him. “N-no! It’s not alright.” She states, sitting down in front of him. “I-I’ve practically insulted you by running away. Let me at least eat lunch with you today.” She continues, her face turning a light shade of pink.

He thought most people were easy to read, but Yor was something else entirely. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking at all; he just couldn’t wrap his head around her. She was a mystery. Loid felt his heart flutter for a moment. It took him all of his strength to remind himself of the third rule of being a spy. A spy must not get attached…

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