#loid x reader

[polillarockera]

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Loid Forger (Agent Twilight) - you're married to him for the mission WC: 1.3K CW: Slight dubcon (just in case), reader is stressed out and distant, porn with some plot, breeding kink. MDNI - 18+

You've been distant; it's not unintentional, but every time Loid tried to get close to you, you'd push him away. Whenever he'd lean for a kiss on your lips, you'd move your face away so he could only kiss your cheek.

"Huh? Have I done something to upset her?" The panicked thoughts swirled in Twilight's mind. "I didn't forget her birthday, our anniversary isn't soon." Your hand pressed against his chest, pushing him away. You're not quite yourself either; work has become a nuisance, but the tasks are always above and beyond, despite the lack of support. Though every time you give a part of yourself, it chips away at any energy that you would reserve for Loid or your little family.

"I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight, don't worry about me." This is the second night in a row that you don't share the marital bed. The growing ache in your heart as you crave to have him near you, but not like this; not when you're not present. Your mind is foggy; no coherent thoughts, just exhaustion. You get yourself ready for bed, barely able to slip into a pair of pyjamas. You settle for an old t-shirt that you had stored somewhere and just your underwear. It's only 10:30 pm, you're not often in bed this early, but rest is crucial.

Loid Forger has been a doting husband. He's always anticipated all of your needs; if you're missing your favourite snack, it's in the cupboard, no extra trips to the store needed. The extra paperwork to submit? He took care of it. He's not sure why you've been so distant. He closes his eyes, thinking back to something he might've done. When his eyes open, he analyzes the situation at hand. You've barely spoken more than two words to him, "good morning" or "good night." Your touch on his back was just for him to step out of your way to make your morning coffee before rushing off to work. Even when you come back from work, you refuse to tell him anything regarding that part of your day. "He has better things to do with his time," is all that echoes in your head.

He stands outside the guest room. It's a little lonely not to go to bed together. "Get it together, Twilight. Can't spend more than two nights away from her? No. Distance will cause other problems to take root. We have to go straight to the source." He reaches for the doorknob, but he pulls back. "Why are you hesitating?" A deep sigh, and the door is slowly opened. You're in deep slumber, safe. Your body shifts to the left side of the bed, as if inviting him to join you. The strings in his heart tug, trying to understand why you're trying to push him away. It's never been a marriage of convenience, but the duality within him is difficult to separate. Is he Loid Forger or is he Agent Twilight? When he gets to make you laugh, he's at ease. You're often embarrassed by how boisterous your laugh can be, but he's delighted; you're smiling, and that's what's important to him. Can you return to him?

His arms reach, pulling you towards his chest. You shuffle, but don't awake. Your belly becomes exposed. His fingers can't resist caressing your soft skin. The crook of your neck is exposed, allowing for his lips to wander there. "Mmmm." He heard that; it's quiet, but you responded. He does it again, this time letting his lips move from your neck to your cheek. You shuffle again, this time your body facing him. Your slumber is interrupted, but your body moves to nuzzle against his chest. Your eyes open widely. "Oh! You're not..." The room is dark, but you could feel the hardness of his chest. "I...I'm sorry, I should've..."

"Think Twilight, think."

Before the hesitation ruins the tenderness between you, he rushes to your lips. The kiss is soft, though your soft moan betrays you. "This is your opportunity..." The weight of his body is atop of yours; your arms wrap around his neck, welcoming another kiss from him. You spread your legs, eager to feel more. You can smell the residue of his cologne on his skin, taking small bites on his flesh, demanding more. This is so right, but you should know better not to do this to him right now. You pull away from the kiss, but before you can, his hands maneuver underneath your shirt to feel the peaks of your nipples. Instantly, you're chasing his lips again to feel them against yours. The kiss is more frantic, more urgent. You can't bear the feeling of your skin not touching his, removing the layer to expose yourself more to him. He has you in his crosshairs, his tongue sucking your right nipple; fervent hunger aching to be satiated right now.

"Please...more..." You beg.

There's no time to waste. He quickly unzips his trousers, lowering them just enough to free his cock. He moves the slit of the underwear to your side as he bottoms out inside of you. The moan you release reveals that all of this was welcomed from the start. He slowly drags his cock out, thrusting it back inside, becoming comfortable inside your walls. Loid Twilight refuses to move slowly; his pace quickens with each hilt, your hands scratching up his back as he gives you more of him. "There...mhmm...you are." Your muffled cries against the crook of his neck keep him persistent. His cock is bullying its way inside your cunt with determination.

"Fuckfuckfuck...where is my husband?" You cry as he pounds wildly. Whatever has been going on is a distant memory. He pulls out to flip you over to your stomach, gripping your hips to have you on all fours. He slides back in, moaning again from how good he feels right now. You had no idea that he had this in him. Smack. "That's my girl..." He lowers himself to whisper against your skin. "Trying...to get away from me, aren't you?" His hand caresses your back as it travels to find the base of your head, pulling on your hair. "Do you hate me?"

"Ne...never." You could barely even speak.

"Are you sure about that?" His cock slows in pace as it slams in and out of you. His tongue licks along your back before pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "Why didn't you sleep next to me?"

"I didn't want you around me..." He lets go of your hair to wrap his arms around you. You welcome the embrace as he pulls you closer to his chest, his cock still deep inside of you. He still hasn't stopped moving inside of your tight walls, with another cry waiting to be released. "Don't lie to me..." He tenderly kisses where his lips can reach, maneuvering himself inside of you, the squelches getting louder. "I didn't...fuck..."

"Finish...that sentence..." he stops moving, making you want to pull away from him. Just as you try to escape from his grip, his hold tightens, pumping harder into you; he doesn't want to let go of you. "It's work...that's all."

"Work? That's...it? Fuckfuckfuck"

"Yeah..." Unable to conceal any whimpers.

He pulls out again; he needs to see your face. He has you on your back, quickly burying himself back in. "If you need a reason to destress, just ask..."

"No..."

"Yes..." Your tongues intertwined with another, your hand moves to caress his ass, groping it, needing every last drop of his. "See? I still want you."

"I'll fill you up right here..."

"Ahh! Loid!" His seed releases as soon as you say that name.

That's the name that you've known him as. Tonight, someone else was present in the bedroom; even spies need relief. Now, to make sure that his seed keeps.

[polillarockera]

Selfship Coded.

CW: not really really proofread, smut, reader is expecting a child.

Your body can’t tolerate the exhaustion anymore. You’re always waiting for Loid to come back home, but your eyes always shut before he could walk through the door. 

You don’t really know where he is, but it must be urgent. He meant everything he said when you took your vows with him; he sometimes falls short, though he makes it up to you in the small gestures, such as the walk to your favourite café, or your favourite drink (but you hate that you’ve had to reduce your caffeine intake). 

The front door opens, barely able to make up his footsteps as he moves inside the shared home. 

“I’m exhausted, but mustn’t make a sound.” Keeping this to himself.

He steps over the giant sleeping dog that you and your daughter begged for. The dog opens his one eye, but doesn’t bother to acknowledge his owner and resumes his slumber. 

He opens the door to your bedroom, watching your steady breath; you have taken over his side of the bed. In fact, the entire bed is yours currently, and he can’t do anything about it. 

He sighs, but it’s not frustration. He just wants to sleep. He kneels onto the bed and leans in to kiss you, hoping that true love’s kiss awakes you (you always wanted to be treated like a princess.)

You open your eyes slowly, trying to wake up, but the sleep overpowers you. He tries again, another kiss on your lips, his fingers intertwine with yours to place them on your growing belly. There’s a spark, a sudden urge. You lie back down, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt so he can come closer. The innocent kiss grows into something hungry, needy. 

“Where…mmm…have you been?” Your teeth nibble on his bottom lip, a light moan comes from the back of his throat. 

“Working…” removing his tie with haste, unbuttoning the first two buttons, revealing his neck. 

“You’re always working, lie down.” Gentle, but you are commanding him to listen. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, lying on his back. Whatever exhaustion is there, it’s gone and replaced with desire. You hover your lips above his, tracing them to his jaw to find his neck. Your fingers caress the exposed part of his collarbone to unbutton the rest of shirt; you were always quite good with your fingers. He hisses when you gently suck on his neck, your fingers feeling the roughness of his skin, his hardened muscles. Gods, you felt so lucky. He pulls your hand away to remove the shirt, but then buries his face between the flimsy fabric that’s barely holding your tits in place. He licks, tasting the fragrance of your lotion, unable to control his inhibitions and bites one of your breasts. Your fingers tangle with his blonde locks, pulling it as he continues to taste your skin. He shifts from your breasts to your neck, kissing and licking the pulse point; he dares not mark you. 

His cock straining against his trousers, he removes them, freeing it and needing to find home in you. You want to welcome him home inside of your cunt, so you just shift the slit of your underwear and slide inside of him. You embrace him, holding on as his cock drives inside of you. 

“You just needed this, huh?” The words are muffled as he rests his lips on your cheek. You don’t want to wake anyone up, opting to bite on his shoulder as his cock makes itself at home. 

“I’ve…missed you…please…”

“Yeah, this…what you wanted?”

“Mhmmm…”

You can’t think coherently and tell him all the ways you’ve wanted him. You can’t tell him about the numerous times you tried to make yourself come, but couldn’t because your fingers didn’t feel as good as his. Rather, you just lick and bite his shoulders as his cock goes faster and deeper in all the ways that make you feel so blessed.

His fatigue is starting to catch up with him, but he must resist while he’s making you feel this good. His hands grip onto your hips, signalling that your time is almost up. You bite your lip, resisting the cry that you yearn to release. You stare into his blue eyes, falling in love with the storm beneath them. He pulls you in for a kiss, allowing yourself that moment to show him how wonderful this felt. 

His warm cum fills you up, but his seed has already taken its place. The hungry kisses don’t cease, but he lingers inside, knowing that this is only round one; he has a lot of catching up to do 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Really wanna write a Loid x Reader x Yor fic that is following my last one.

Yor is cooing over the reader's belly.

Loid is staring. "You're forgetting who the father is she need-"

Yor's head snaps to Loid. "You're forgetting Y/n is also mine and Y/N needs attention...." Yor presses her face into Readers belly. "Draw a bath for us, with all her essential needs."

"Provid- I..."

Reader is blissfully smiling, Yor is watching him.

"Well..."

Loid sighs dropping his shoulders walking away.

[thequietkid-moonie]

"how much i wish we could stay like this forever"

𝆹𝅥 Romantic drabble

𝆹𝅥 Loid Forger (SPY X FAMILY)

It is really hilarious, perhaps even cruel if you stop to think about it how the you two are pretending to be friends who have met to talk over a café, something simply, something normal, while you two are actually exchanging important information, it isn't something out of the normal in your lifes, still having to pretend to be friends despite knowing each other for the longest time it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, something he will never dare to accept out loud, even to himself

This meeting is perfectly planned, the way to speak, the way to adress each other, everything planned to exchange the information needed and not staying together longer than necessary, to don't raise suspicious for your true identity neither the fake names you have been using, and he knows that he was been deliberately extending the conversation, even if it is just for a few seconds it is something he should not do, and yet he can't help it, deep down the wish to stay like this at least for a little longer, to be here forever it is eating him alive, he is trying so hard to surpress the feeling but the idea of pretending this is real, that you two are not constantly putting your lifes in danger, that you two are just someone in the crowd sound too good, but he can't, and he knows that the moment he stand up and leave he will not be able to see you like this in god knows how long

[multi-fandom-imagine]

IT IS A CHRISTMAS MERICAL || Loid Forger ||

A/n: maybe it's a poly relationship , maybe it's not! Who the fuck knows....i do, you decide.

Snow drifted lazily outside the Forger home, living room filled with the soft glow of multicolored lights and the smell of freshly baked gingerbread. You were curled up on the couch beneath a blanket, hands gently resting over your lower stomach,still flat, still secret.

Well…a secret to everyone except the man currently trying and currently trying to wrap presents with precision.

Loid had known for weeks.

A spy’s instincts didn’t miss anything,not the nausea, not the exhaustion, not the way your hands kept drifting to your tummy whenever you thought no one was looking.

He hadn’t said a word until your doctor confirmed it, but now…he was practically glowing.

Though he was hiding it rather poorly

⸻

Anya, meanwhile, was not paying attention to presents.

The pink-haired psychic froze mid–cookie bite.

Her eyes widened.

Her pupils dilated.

Her little mouth dropped open like a cartoon character.

She gasped—loud.

So loud Loid nearly stabbed himself with a ribbon cutter.

“Papa!!! Mama!!!!!!!”

Loid straightened, smoothing his shirt.“Anya, indoor voices!!"

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!” she shrieked, pointing dramatically at your stomach like she was unveiling a wanted criminal.

Loid dropped his head into his hand.

You blinked. “A-Anya—”

Anya now stands frozen in front of you and Loid, one hand pressed to her mouth now as the other clutched Bond’s fur for emotional support. Her little pink pajamas have candy canes on them, and her hair is sticking up in every direction from excitement, but nothing compares to the wide-eyed awe she is experiencing right now.

“IT IS A...” she throws her arms out like she’s about to announce the end of the world, “A CHRISTMAS. MERICAL!”

You blink. Loid blinks. Bond whines.

Loid gently clears his throat. “Miracle, Anya. The word is miracle. And… that’s not exactly how any of this works.”

“YES IT IS,” Anya argues, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed with suspicious intensity. “Mama wishes for baby. Papa gives Mama kiss. BOOM. Baby. Christmas merical.” She nods very seriously, as though delivering a biology lecture she barely understands.

Warmth creeps up your neck instantly. Loid turns a very alarming shade of red.

And then, because of course the world hated Loid,Yor walks in holding a tray of hot cocoa and cinnamon bread.

“Oh! Did Anya find out?” she beams, cheeks warm, eyes wide with joy. “Loid, I told you she would be excited—OH! And look at you, blushing like that! Should we tell her how you helped make the baby?”

Loid nearly drops his mug. “Yor...! No...that...We...That’s not...!!”

Anya gasps again. “PAPA MADE BABY?! PAPA A STORK?!?!”

You nearly choke. Loid pinches the bridge of his nose in pure despair.

“No! No I am not a stork.” He coughs. “This is a conversation for when you’re older.”

Anya squints at him. Hard. She taps her forehead. “Anya already knows,” she claims confidently. “Anya reads textbooks. And minds. Mostly minds.”

Loid actually flinches.

Yor sets down the tray and kneels beside Anya, smiling brightly, absolutely no help whatsoever. “Anya, you’re going to be a big sister! Isn’t that wonderful? You’ll get to teach them things! Oh—maybe not everything,” she adds, glancing innocently toward Loid. “Your papa looked like he fainted a little when he found out.”

“YOR.” Loid’s voice cracks in three different emotional registers.

You laugh softly, resting a hand over your small but growing bump. Loid notices instantly—his expression softening, warmth overtaking panic. He steps closer and gently places his hand over yours, thumb brushing your skin, grounding himself in the moment.

“But I'm so happy for you both!” Yor beamed. “Oh, Loid, you must have been working very hard to make this happen!”

Loid’s soul left his body.

“I...LET ME EXPLAIN—” he sputtered, face now scarlet, “children are...that is.Y/N and I...there is a biological process—”

Anya cupped her cheeks.

“Papa is BLUSHING. Papa is EMBARRASSED. Papa did THE BABY THING.”

Loid tensed, then stood“STOP CALLING IT THAT.”

You reached over, resting a gentle hand on Loid’s arm.“It’s alright, Loid. They’re excited.”

Loid sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.He finally looked at you, expression softening instantly“You’re sure you’re feeling okay? Not too tired? Not dizzy? Do you need a pillow? Water? Something warm? Should you be on the couch—”

“Loid,” you laughed, grabbing his hand tugging him to sit back down, “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

Yor gasped.“Oh my goodness...should we bubble-wrap the entire house?”

“PLEASE DON’T,” Loid groaned.

Anya climbed onto the couch, pressing her ear to your belly.“Hello, baby! It is I, Anya! Your big sister! You will love me the most!”

Loid sighed dropping his shoulders. "Anya, that’s not—”

Anya “SHH. Baby is listening.”

Loid. "I am never getting any sleep.”

“It’s true,” you say, smiling at Anya. “There’s going to be a new little Forger in the house.”

Anya opens her arms wide and screeches, “FAMILY EXPANSION!!! BOND, WE ARE GETTING A BABYYYYY.”

Bond barks, spinning in confused circles.

Loid chuckles, just barely recovering, though still pink around the ears. “Anya, calm down—”

Too late.

She tackles both you and Loid in the world’s clumsiest, most heartfelt hug. “I PROMISE TO BE BEST SISTER EVER,” she declares. “I WILL HELP BABY LEARN PEANUTS. AND CARTWHEELS. AND SECRET MISSIONS.”

You and Loid share a look.

Loid mutters under his breath, “Perhaps fewer secret missions…”

Yor clasps her hands together, eyes sparkling. “This is going to be the happiest Christmas ever!”

Anya nods again, hair bobbing. “Christmas merical,” she insists.

Loid sighs, defeated, smiling despite himself. “Fine… merical.”

She beams triumphantly.

And in that small, warm, chaotic living room lights shimmering, cocoa steaming, Bond’s tail thumping—Loid leans close, presses a kiss to your temple, and whispers, so only you can hear.“Merry Christmas… and thank you. For this miracle.”

Christmas had come early for the Forgers.

And next year?

There would be one more stocking hanging by the fireplace.

[noteriii]

Hello! I am a person who saw your Loid Forger x soft!Reader and I honestly loved it! So, I was wondering if I could ask for a sort of continuation on it?

Mostly of a scenario wherein soft!Reader has a fear of thunder and lightning storms due to past issues or had a nightmare that reminded her of her not so great childhood. After realizing she’s stayed up for hours (past two in the morning) she eventually decides to go to Loid for some comfort since she views his presence as very comforting and a reassurance of safety. She feels bad about waking him up, and decides that she’ll tough it out herself back in her room, but it’s too late since Loid is already up (despite this being a rare night he actually allows himself proper sleep and rest) and asking what’s wrong.

How does Loid handle the situation? He most likely wouldn’t push her away because he loves her so much, but how would he comfort her given his lack of experience with even his own feelings?

Please take your time with this, so pressure to answer quickly, and have a lovely day/night! And I apologize if you couldn’t understand my request!

oml very VERY late reply.. have this short fic to make up for it :,)

word count 1.7k

the storm had started sometime after midnight. thunder cracked like a low drum rolling, shaking the windows in their frames. rain battered against the roof of the building, but you could already picture how it would be piercing if it were to pelt down on you. you sat upright in bed, knees to your chest with the blanket clutched between your hands as if it would shield you from the noise- which unfortunately veiled useless. 

you hated storms. always had. 

from the clouds carefully barreling in throughout the day and the weather forecast via the stereo, you had known this was coming. your day had been simple. a shift at the corner bookstore, picking up anya from the academy, and a quick stop at the groceries to pick up a weekend’s worth of food prep. you tried to pretend you weren’t affected by the inevitable storm- ignoring the gush of the wind as it blew through the town between you and your daughter. you were an adult now, living in a cute apartment with an adorable little girl who loved you and a man who was… well, loid forger. your stoic, composed, and suspiciously attentive fake husband/roommate. now, as you were clutching onto your blanket as the storm rumbled outside, you began to even question how you got here- in this nice three bedroom apartment with a man who presents as your husband and his daughter. 

it was an action made in desperation, really. when your mother had called you to join the biannual family gathering one night- your aunts bickering behind her about you being single yet again, you were clawing your way through dates and hangouts to find someone, anyone, to bring. a funny thing how life works. you were on shift, sorting children’s books for the upcoming school year ahead when you heard a young child’s voice. “oh, i wish i had a mama to read me books.” it shouldn’t have been funny to you, but it was. the pink haired child dragging around the blonde man, who you presumed was her father, around your small shop. your small snicker brought you to his attention.. and after a few agreements, you had agreed to play wife for the single father who also happened to be a doctor.. and attractive.. which was exactly your type. 

the storm cracked against the window pane next to you, pulling you out of your thoughts on how you ended up here. you were back in your room, blanket pulled close and candle lamp burning low. with a sigh, you throw your blanket over your shoulders and tie it loosely around your neck like a cape as if it’d provide some comfort. swinging your legs off the side of the bed and sliding on your comfiest slippers, you take your almost burnt through candle lamp and make your way to the kitchen. the air outside your room is somehow colder and crisp and you pulled your blanket cape a bit tighter around your shoulders as you set your candlelight onto the kitchen counter. you weren’t so sure why you were here. a cup of water? no.. a warm glass of milk might put you to sleep, you reason. the candle flickers as you turn to find a mug to use and half blindly searching for the mug and a small pot to warm it on the stove. your hand had flown to your mouth in attempts to hide your shock as  you nearly shriek when your turn around to see a both confused and tired blonde eyeing you from across the counter. “are you alright?” his voice asks lowly. 

you’re nearly half certain your soul left your body. 

loid stands there, freshly woken, hair tousled from his pillow and the faintest crease of sleep still in the corners of his eyes. in the flickering candlelight, you see he’s wearing a plain white shirt and navy pajama pants. there’s something strangely comforting seeing him like this.. unpolished and out of his every day suit and tie. something real. 

“i..” you blink, setting the mug on the counter between you two and clutching your blanket cape around your shoulders. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“you didn’t,” he shrugged, rubbing his eyes. “the thunder did.” 

your lips tighten in a straight, strained smile and you nodded once. “i.. couldn’t sleep.” you explained simply, turning to the fridge to pull out the milk jug and pour it into the small pot on the stove to warm it. 

loid’s gaze softens as it moves over you. he’s silent for a few seconds—too long. he sees things you don't say out loud: the way your shoulders curl slightly inward, the tension in your hands, the faint shimmer of unease in your eyes. and loid forger, trained spy or not, is not immune to patterns. he's watched you closely—always attentive, always cataloging. and the bastard he is doesn’t say anything more as he hummed in acknowledgement. he thinks, despite himself, that its best he don’t comfort you. he couldn’t risk you getting attached. couldn’t risk the mission- risk his own feelings. he lets you move about the kitchen, no questions asked. simply moved to the pantry to take out the small jar of honey you had recently bought at the farmers market and leaves it next to the stove. 

“the honey is soothing. it’ll help.” he said plainly before returning to his room. 

you watched him leave.

he disappeared down the hallway with that same silent, effortless grace he always carried — a man trained to leave without leaving a trace. no creak of the floorboards. no flicker of hesitation. the quiet click of his bedroom door had a finality to it. for a moment, all you could do was stand there — blanket still tied like a child’s makeshift cape, fingers clutched around the edge of the counter as if it could tether you to something stable. the candlelight danced across the tiles, throwing soft, distorted shadows across the floor.

you turned back to the pot. the honey jar. 

the milk was gently bubbling around the edges now, and you stirred in the honey with slow, deliberate movements. he hadn’t had to do that — leave the jar out. but he did. because loid noticed everything. every twitch, every tremble, every tiny shift in routine.

you poured the milk into your mug and brought it with you to the couch, settling in with the candle on the coffee table and your blanket drawn close. the flickering flame painted your apartment in warmth. you sat there quietly, sipping the milk. it was soothing, just like he said. softly sweet, familiar. but the calm didn’t last.the thunder rolled again- deeper this time, crueler- and you flinched before you could help it.

you pressed the mug to your lips again just for something to do. but your thoughts were already slipping somewhere colder. you could feel it creeping in at the edges, that ache in your chest that told you you weren’t okay — no matter how warm the drink or soft the lighting.

the worst part of storms wasn’t the noise.

it was the feeling of being seven years old again. sitting in a hallway corner because your bedroom window was leaking and no one came when you cried. huddled under a blanket that smelled like mildew and your mom’s perfume. pretending you weren’t scared. pretending you were invisible.

you pulled your legs up to your chest again, curling into yourself.

you didn’t want to wake him.

loid needed rest. he barely allowed himself time to sleep as it was, and this was probably the one rare night he could. you hated the idea of disrupting that. of being needy. that wasn’t what this arrangement was supposed to be, anyway.

you were here to play a part. fake wife. fake mother. fake family.

but sometimes… sometimes it felt too real.

because loid never treated you like an obligation. he never made you feel like a burden. he noticed things. he brought you coffee at work if he and anya were in the area. carried the grocery bags without you asking. watched anya with the kind of tenderness that made your heart ache with softenness. and tonight, when you turned and nearly screamed from the shock of seeing him — he didn’t laugh. didn’t mock. he just… stood there. soft and concerned. warm in ways he didn’t even realize.

you stared down at your mug, then over at the hallway. his bedroom door was closed. but the soft glow from beneath it told you he hadn’t gone back to sleep yet. the thunder cracked again, sharp and sudden — you flinched so hard the milk in your cup spilled over the rim and onto your wrist.

this was stupid. you were an adult. you should’ve been able to handle it. still, almost against your will, your legs carried you toward his door — blanket still draped around your shoulders like armor.

you raised your hand to knock… and stopped.

maybe this was too much. you could go back to the couch. tough it out. wait until the storm passed.

you turned to leave—

click

the door opened.

loid stood there, brow furrowed in concern, already fully awake. like he’d been standing just on the other side.

he blinked down at you, voice quiet. “you’re still up.”

you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“i’m sorry,” you said quickly, already stepping back. “it’s nothing. i shouldn’t have come, i just— i’ll go back to the living room.”

but before you could take another step, his hand reached out — not forcefully, not demanding. just gentle. fingers brushing your blanket, holding you in place.

“…what’s wrong?”

that’s all it took.

your throat tightened, and suddenly you couldn’t answer without your voice betraying you. so instead, you looked at him — really looked at him. hair still messy, shirt creased at the collar, warmth in his eyes hidden under worry and exhaustion.

you shook your head.

“i just… don’t want to be alone right now.”

loid didn’t move for a moment- eyes looking at you with nothing but quiet softness and concern before he stepped aside and opened the door wider.

and for the first time that night, you let yourself believe it.

you stepped into his room.

[demigoddessqueens]

i really love all of your fic!!! 😆😆❤️❤️❤️

Can you do a headcannon for loid forger baddass sexy spy fem s/o please

Oh I love Loid, you got it!! 💕

BUY/REQUEST A COFFEE ☕️ || MASTERLIST 12

Loid knew of your reputation and he knew there would never be a dull moment if you two were paired together but you had a way of keeping others on their toes

sure enough, he thought correctly and you already had words fired off just to make him flustered. “Oh look at that, the two of us making such a handsome couple!”

Loid never gave second thought to his appearance and the most mundane but

your compliments and the occasional tighter or shorter clothes you wear have him in a chokehold

Poor dude is strugglin™️ once Anya becomes present and he sees some sixth sense just awaken in you like a switch

Anya hugging you, you carrying her, the way you can kick and punch in someone’s teeth senseless just to protect them both

dude is gone and can never really look at you the same whenever you take down someone who wishes to do harm

Practicing sparring with Loid is a sure way to get him underneath you (hehe) but he’s not complaining when you lock his hands above his head

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Loid Forger x Fem! Reader: Spy Confession's

Paring: Loid forger x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Language, small talk about gun

WC:2,362

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Summary: Loid, Y/n and Anya Forger are the perfect normal family. Just one thing, it's all fake to help the mission Strix, right? Well, things might spill out in Loid's office.

My dear sweet family, well my fake family. We are the Forgers, my husband Loid Forger aka Twilight, and our daughter Anya, who we adopted from an orphanage and who has brought more joy to my life than I thought was possible. And then there’s me, Agent Ruby Phoenix, but I am fronting as Loid’s wife Y/n Forger for mission: Strix. My job is to make our family look normal and presentable enough for Loid to move in and be friends with Donovan Desmond.

Anya also has a large part to play to become an imperial scholar, but that can take a long time, so in the meantime, I will play my part perfectly as usual. Loid and have been partners on a couple of missions, but it has never been this long or stressful. Also, the fact that I actually like Loid does not help, I can’t help it, he’s so handsome and the best spy after me of course. I genuinely admire him, he has saved me more than just once. And this cosplaying as his wife messes with my head and feelings more than usual. 

“Good morning Y/n.” He greets me as he sips his coffee while reading his newspaper. 

“Good morning Loid, did you get any word on your next mission?” On top of the mission strix, we are also called to do mini missions. We really need new agents.

“Yes, I’ll be leaving after work today, so you and Anya will be on your own for dinner. Speaking of, I have to get her up, or she’ll be late for school.” He ruffles the newspaper, puts it down, and snaps into the caring father role. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoys this mundane life, and so do I.

“Morning mama.” Sleepy Anya greets me while rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning Anya! Guess what? We get to have dinner with just you and me tonight so that means I’ll make something special!” I excitedly tell her, hoping to wake her up since the bus is just forty-five minutes away. 

“Really! Yay!” She jumps up and down, waking up Bond, our big fluffy white dog.

“Borf! Borf!” I go over to pet him to calm him down.

“Don’t worry Bond, Anya is just excited. But you're such a good protector aren’t you boy.” He jumps on top of me to lick me. 

“Borf! Borf!” 

“Ah Bond, stop you're getting your slober all over me!” I laughed a real laugh which hadn’t happened in a long time. At that moment, Loid stepped out of his room dressed for the day.

“Wow, I haven’t heard that in… I can’t even remember the last time. It’s nice, I miss it.”  Loid thought to himself, and of course, Anya heard it.

“Ah! Does papa actually like Mama? I got to help them!”  Without her parents noticing, she slips in the kitchen, takes Loid’s lunch, and hides it. “Hehe my plan is in action I’m just like Papa.”

Eventually, Loid and Anya leave for school and work, and I have the day off from my front job. It’s perfect, I've been meaning to clean this place in tip-top shape. To be the ideal typical family, the house must be clean. I start with the kitchen. I am cleaning the fridge when I move the eggs, I see Loid’s lunch.

“Did he really leave his lunch? Damn the agency really need’s to give him a break. Well, I guess I just will need to bring it to him.” I smile to myself and put on my jacket.

“Hold the fort down Bond!” I yell as I leave.

“Borf!”

Walking into the hospital, everyone recognizes me as Mrs. Forger.

“Hi Mrs.Forger!” “Hello!” I smile and wave.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Forger!” another nurse waves.

“Yes good afternoon!” I know every one of Loid’s colleagues, it is my job as his wife to know every one of his work “Friends”.

“Mrs. Forger, you're here?” Miss Fiona Frost asks me.

“Yes, my dear silly husband forgot his lunch. Can you believe that?” I joked with her.

“Right very silly.” She responds in a very serious tone. You see from anyone else I would think they're joking with me, but with Fiona Frost I know she’s planning to take my spot from me. Fiona aka Nightfall is another agent in our organization. She is a very skilled spy, and I would say the best, along with Loid and me. The thing is, she also has a huge crush on Loid, so when she heard I got this mission as his wife and not her. Her hatred for me turned into a deep, uncontrollable detestment.

“Could you tell me where he is?” 

“Right of course he’s… just cleaning up in his office.” Cleaning up from what? “You see, I was bringing him ice tea and spilled all over him, so he’s super… wet.” What the ever living fuck is that supposed to mean. I’m usually calm and collected, but hearing her talk like that, I wanted to pull out my pistol, which I always kept on me. “I can take his lunch for him if you like.” She tries to act innocent.

“No, I will. I want to make sure that the stain comes out, so if you could tell people not to disturb us, thank you, Miss. Frost.” With that I speed walk to his office gribbing his lunch bag I know nothing happened Fiona was just being a bitch trying to make me leave so she could swoop in and be the hero. But I can’t help the jealousy from seeping in like that iced tea.

I grab the doorknob and throw it open.

“Ahh! Y/n what are you doing here?” Loid confusingly asked me as he was buttoning up a new shirt. About four buttons still had to go, leaving his muscular, toned chest exposed. I quickly shut the door behind me.

“You uh you left your lunch at home,” I answer, trying not to look.

“I did. I could've sworn I had put it in my bag. Well, thank you anyway.” He takes the bag.

“So you had Ice tea spilled on you, huh, Twilight?” I teasefully bump his shoulder leaning against his desk. We didn’t have to worry about his office being bugged; we checked everywhere before he came, and there is also a secret passageway to HQ from here.

“Stop it, I was distracted so I didn’t have time to stop it.” I think back to what Fiona was wearing, it was a low-cut dress. Loid’s not the type of man to look down women’s dresses, right?

“What was distracting you?” I asked, looking at his stained shirt, thinking about how I was going to get the stain out, trying to protect myself from his answer.

“I was looking over tonight’s mission notes. Why?” Oh thank God.

“Oh, no reason, just curious. Well, you have your lunch. Good luck on your mission.” With that, I turned to make my leave. 

“Wait Y/n-” He calls after me. As I turn back, I trip over my own feet and have him catch me. My hand’s land on his chest and his on my waist.

“Got you.” His eyes bore into mine.

“You do.” We didn’t let go.

“Y/n, why did you lie?” Shit I forgot one his many skill’s is being able to tell lie’s even better then me.

“I thought that maybe you were looking down, Miss. Frost’s shirt.” I embarrassingly admit. He take’s my words in.

“Y/n, you know I would never do that even out of Loid Forger.” His grip tightens.

“I know it was stupid.” I can’t seem to make eye contact.

“Why would you even- Y/n do you… like me.” Fuck you know what apaertley when it come’s to the man I’ve had a crush on for year’s I turn into a blubering school girl.

“It doesn’t matter, I let my emotions get in the way of the mission. I’m sorry, I understand if you want Fiona as Mrs.For-” I suddenly feel contact on my lips and it wasn’t a fist like it usually is, it was his lips. It seems the world freezes as our kiss continues. He lets go. 

“I like you too Y/n.” I blush at his words.

“For how long?” I barely let out, my face burning up.

“Since our training days”

“That was fifteen years ago,” I stated, my heart beating even faster.

“Exactly.” I've liked him for about ten years, that means he’s liked me this whole time!

“Really!?”

“You're questioning why I like you? Okay, I’ll tell you. One, you are the most brilliant spy I have ever seen. Two, your kindness in situations where people don’t even deserve it. Three, your beauty is unremarkable. Should I go on? I have about two hundred more.” At that, my heart should have jumped out of my chest. “Also, I can add on your Jeously; it is pretty cute.”

“Jeosuly, I wasn’t jeosuly. That’s ridiculous; I am one of the top spies in the whole world.” I spewed out and we both knew I was lying again. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you again?” He tipped my head to meet his eyes with a delicate touch of his hand.

“At this point if you don’t I’ll shoot you.” He chuckles and kisses me again. Somehow he led me to his desk where my legs hit the edge. I throw my arms around his neck to bring him closer.

His lips were everything I had dreamed they would be. Soft in the middle and rough on the outer from all the hits he takes on them. Without even realising he’s tugging on mine, teeth mashing with mine. And our tongues meet in the middle, wrapping over another. I could still taste the sweet and sour lemon and sugar mixture from the iced tea. We finally let go, our breaths mixing.

“I’m going to show you why you are my wife and why I am going to marry you.” He goes to my neck. I grab his shirt, I had been intimate for my missions before, I also had meaningless sex, but I've never had it real. He lays small kisses down my neck and finally settles down a special spot. And sucks down.

“Ah fuck Loid!” I exclamied and in response he sucks harder pulling at the skin a little. He creates a bruise and licks it to soothe it.

“Do you like that Ruby Phoenix?” His voice was low, sending vibrations down to my core.

“Uh huh.” I just nodded, I was putty in his hands.

“Good.” He continues to lick and bite. Without noticing he stops.

“Why did you stop?” I wined out.

“Because it seems another part of your body needs attention.” He gets on his knees. And his hands go up to my skirt.

“Wait wait!” I grab his hands.

“We can stop, no problem.” 

“It’s not that I just no one’s gone down on me.” 

“Well then I must racticaleized that as your husband.” His fingers pull down my skirt. I al wearing tights and he has no problem to ripe those.

“Green lace panties my favorite.” My face burns again. He grabs my thigh and puts it on his shoulder.  He starts to kiss my inner thigh.

“Is that vanilla lotion?” He asks, like his face wasn’t in the middle of my lap.

“Yes it IS” He licks through the fabric up to my clit.

“Loid!” His tongue runs and up and down the slit. The fabric was now getting wet. He sucks up and latches on my clit. And gives a small tug. On this point my pussy was on fire.

“I think she’s ready for my tongue and finger, don’t you think?” I just nod and he grabs my panties and tosses them off. Tongue plunges deep into me. He starts to push in and out slowly and makes rings in me. I was a whole mess. I go to his blond locks to pull him in more. It then starts to go faster. Liquid spilled out of me and it was dribbling down his chin. He was eating me out like he was starved.

“Tastes so good.” My clit get’s light taps to drive me further over the edge. He stops again.

“Loid please!” I was about to combust if I didn't get my realsie soon. 

“I know babe I know just let me do this.” He fingers slide in. Two.

I grab his wrist, not used to the thickness. He just lets them sit there for a second for me to adjust to them. I couldnt imagine his cock.

“I’m going to start pumping them kay?” I nod and he starts pumping up. My pussy clamps over them. His fingers pet my walls, looking for a specific spot. He jams up and finds it.

“SHIT its right there Loid!” I practically screamed out. He pumps faster and faster. My pussy is slodge at this point. His other hand goes to my clit to tease it. And my hips desperately jump forward. Wanting all of it. Fingers in and out and making small rings on my clit I was about to cum.

“Loid I’m close.” At that he kisses me sweetly to hide my moan. At that pump and circle I came.

“MHH!” I squirted all over his hand and desk. We depart from each other.

“So did I perform my husband duties well?” He could be such a teasing asshole sometimes.

“I think so…” I look over the desk. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, there's more coming.” I seriously think I'll have a heart attack.

“Loid?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful on your mission tonight.” With a kiss on his cheek, I cleaned myself up and left feeling like this fake marriage just became very real.

“Mama, I’m home,” Anya called out, entering our house.

“Hi Anya, I’m just making dinner!” I smiled while stirring the soup pot. “Man, I'm sure happy Loid forgot his lunch.”  

“Ah! My plan worked once again, the world is saved thanks to me.” 

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