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#spy x family fanfiction
angelltheninth · 6 months
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Threesome with Loid and Yor
Pairing: Loid Forger, Yor Briar-Forger x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, threesome, cunnilingus, praise, doggie style, hair-pulling
A/N: I'm still down bad for these two.
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Loid only meant to marry Yor, and she thought it would only be him who her heart would belong to. Neither counted on falling for you. You were caught in-between them, quite literally in this case, Loid behind you, panting and grunting, and Yor in front of you, gasping and whimpering.
There's no where else you would rather be then here. With your pussy being fuck by a hard, skilled cock and your tongue making big circles on Yor's clit.
"Go- nngh, ah, again, lick it again. It feels so- mmmm-!" Yor could hardly speak from how good she felt. She was the most shy of you three but also the most vocal in bed. Hence why you needed to get some better insolation.
Loid huffed out a laugh as he cupped Yor's cheek from behind you, his hips never slowing down, "The both of you are so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky? To have a pretty pussy to sink balls deep into, while watching one of the sexiest women in the world be eaten out. I must have done something right in my life."
"Loid! You're such a-" It was bothersome how effortlessly he could go from being the sweetest husband to you both to putting any escort to shame with his sultry words. "Pervert." You moaned against Yor's pussy as you bent your neck to drink up her horny juices. "Sweetest fucking thing... I've ever tasted."
You weren't trying to fluster Yor, it happened on it's own. You felt her nails digging into your scalp, you heard her moans being kissed against Loid's hand, you knew she was close to coming.
"Squeezing so fucking hard. Is Yor getting you horny? Or is it knowing that she'll come on your tongue any second now. Right... now!" Yor moaned both your and Loid's names while she rode her orgasm out on your face, making you drunk on her taste, more then you already were. Loid leaned into her and she to him, kissing passionately while his cock was still inside your pussy, beginning to tighten faster and faster.
"Darling, make her come, please, I want to see it." Yor was always an advocate for your and Loid's pleasure, a little shy to admit it but she loved watching either of you come. Loid obliged of course, grabbing your hips and rutting into you from behind, pushing your face against Yor's cunt again. "Oh! Still sensitive!" But she didn't push you away, she intertwined her fingers with yours while Loid's hand wrapped around your other hand's wrist and pulled towards him. "Yes, yes, yes come, both of you please!"
With a few more thusts Loid made your head dizzy, the orgasm surprising even you in its intensity. You felt Loid's warm cum spray across your back, a little disappointed but aware of the risk. "Knew you'd both look pretty tonight."
"Speak for yourself, handsome." You looked back at Loid, his hair messy and wild, falling over his forehead. Yor seemed to agree with your statement, finally letting go of your hair and letting you stand up into Loid's hug. She joined you as she pressed her breasts against yours when she kissed you.
"She's right darling, you look very handsome." The both of you chuckled when Loid proceeded to bury his head against your shoulder. You could practically feel him blushing. About time he knew what the two of you felt like around him.
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manias-wordcount · 7 months
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I'm surprised i haven't seen this more often, but I just love the idea of Loid Forger being in love with someone else while still married to Yor. I mean the whole idea that he didn't have a choice in the matter, and then falling for someone else after he and Yor "get together" has so much room for angsty sexual tension and i've always wanted to see how it could be handled.
Tell No One (Loid Forger x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘂𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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Yor likes your cakes. Anya likes your cookies. He likes your smile. It gives him the perfect excuse to visit your bakery twice a week. 
  “Hi, Mr. Forger! Welcome back! The usual?”
  It gives him the perfect excuse to visit you.
  “Hi there!” He greets with a nod and a practiced smile. He’s gotten good at playing Loid Forger. But for him, it’s just another disguise in a long list of faces and names he has taken on for himself. And you? You’re just another person he uses to secure his role on the stage. Something that keeps him from breaking the so-carefully crafted illusion. So he tries not to dwell on how your own customer service smile turns shy, and your eyes turn away from his at the sight of his a little too genuine smile. He tries not to dwell on it all. Instead, he tries to think about work. About Anya. About Yor. “How’s the shop? Anything happens since the last time I was here?”
  He tries to think about anyone but you.
  But it’s hard- it’s hard because there you go letting out a soft giggle as a memory comes bubbling up from the back of your mind. A pretty little sound he could listen to for hours. But when you start back to talking- talking about the crazy run order that you just barely finished this morning for a couple whose baker got sick the night before the wedding- he finds that he could listen to this voice of yours every single day of his life if he had the chance. And it’s not a new discovery. It’s not a new thought. The same way the little spark he swears he feels when your fingers brush against his as you take his money- always exact change- from his hands is not a new occurrence. He’ll tell no one, but he knows. He knows it’s not new. It’s never new.
  So why does every time he comes to see you feel like the first time he fell for you?
  He tried not to think of you. He tries not to think of you. But the day he stumbled on your bakery tucked in a random hole in the wall and down a couple of stairs on a pathway that was just barely out of his way home from the hospital, he was hooked. The second he opened the doors to a homely little shop and smelt that delicious smell of freshly baked goods, he was interested. But from the moment he saw you, he was gone. 
  Twilight had developed a weakness. For the first since before he could remember. And that weakness just so happened to solidify Loid Forger. And that weakness just so happened to be you. 
  So his excuse was peanut butter cookies for Anya. They were the perfect tool to help her study after all, and she gobbled them up like a madwoman whenever she had the chance. And when he found out that you did seasonal cheesecakes, his excuse included picking up a slice of something sweet for Yor too. Because a husband that come back with all kinds of sweets and treats for his daughter and his wife was a good husband. And that’s what Loid tries to be. A good husband.
  But on visit eleven, you had shyly told him that you wear your grandmother’s wedding ring around your finger because when you’re twenty-six and unmarried, the government tends to not like you. He tries to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. That nobody would ever accuse someone as sweet as you of anything that would get you on the government’s radar. And immediately, he watched you grow flustered at his compliments. You even let him taste a traditional dessert from Hugaria you just learned how to bake the week prior as a thank you.
  But all he could think about as your hands held up the pastry for him to take in his own, his mind could only think about that wedding ring sitting on your finger. And how a real husband would give you more protection than just a dainty old ring. How he would give you more protection. More love. More of anything you ever wanted. More of anything you ever asked for. 
  Loid would take care of you. But Twilight? Twilight would marry you. Twilight would love you. And the fact that it’s so evident to him that he can no longer deny means that the most dangerous person in all of Ostania always manages to have a smile on your face flour lost somewhere in his hair. You make him as weak as you do strong. And that’s dangerous. That puts the whole mission in jeopardy. That puts you in jeopardy. And you don’t even realize it. You don’t.
  So he tries not to think about you. He swears on his life, he tries, he tries, he tries. He tries not to when he’s working at the hospital or out on the field saving lives. He tries not to when he’s passing by your shop in a rush to make it home. He tries to when he’s at home with his pretend family playing the perfect father and husband and man all wrapped up into one. He tries so hard not to.
  But yet, he finds himself coming back more often than he should. And he’ll tell everyone that it’s because you sell those peanut butter cookies that Anya loves. He’ll tell everyone that it’s because he loves the way Yor’s face lights up when he presents her with one of your delicious cheesecakes. And he’ll tell no one that he visits to catch a glimpse of the delicate curves of your body as you bend down to pluck an item from the display case. He’ll tell no one that he visits to memorize every feature of your face and picture it as a memory of what he’s fighting for.
  And he’ll tell no one that he visits to hear your voice and imagine all the sounds you would make when he finally had the chance to take care of you like a real man should. He’ll tell no one. Absolutely no one.
  Just like you’ll tell no one of all the times he’s pulled you to the back of the bakery and kissed you.
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whateversawesome · 11 months
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To keep celebrating this awesome Twiyor chapter, l want to show you a fanart l commissioned for my Spy x family fic Last Days of Operation Strix.
For those who haven't read it...
In this story, it's time for Twilight to end Operation Strix, but he has fallen in love with his wife and now he has to choose between being a spy or staying with his family.
It's a multichapter fic, full of twists and turns, major angst, but also plenty of fluff and spice.
It's now complete and you can read it right here on ao3.
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Special thanks to the artist @giushia !!
Giu, thank you so much for your wonderful work! I'm a very satisfied customer. You draw something truly beautiful and working with you was such a pleasure. Thank you for listening to my ideas and making what I had in mind even better. You're a wonderful artist!
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aetheve · 2 years
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“you’re so pretty.”
holding their face in your hands.
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cast: loid forger and yor briar.
warnings: none, i thought were worth mentioning.
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LOiD FORGER! checked the mirror one last time while you finished getting anya ready for bed. tonight there was a gala at eden academy and he found it fit that you’d both attend. you stepped out of the little girl���s room, straightening out your outfit. he smiled when your eyes met and nodded as to say, ‘ready to go?’
you grabbed your bag and walked to the door, stopping halfway to admire your husband. when he noticed your hesitance he turned around to look at you, “is something the matter, yn?”
you shook your head, humming giddily, “nothing, dear. you’re just so pretty.” you gently placed your hands on his cheeks, as if to admire him. you placed a quick kiss on his forehead before walking out the door.
you didn’t get to witness how flustered you made the spy, he touched his warm cheek, missing the feeling of your gentle warmth already.
YOR BRiAR! knew she was at least somewhat ‘attractive’ to some standard, people said this all the time. though yor never quite understood what it meant. she stood in her favorite dress, after returning to a party you’d both attended. she couldn’t help but smile when you came into view behind her, smiling brightly.
“hello, pretty,” you twirled her around to face you. you cupped your hands, squishing he face ever so slightly. she let out a quiet giggle at your actions, wrapping her arms around your figure.
“hello, darling.” she placed a delicate kiss on the bridge of your nose. “what are you doing?” she asked, reddening at your intense gaze.
“just admiring my beautiful wife, what about you?” your usual childish smile returned, easing her fear of judgment. she lifted a gloves hand to cover her red face along with a small smile.
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Talk Code to Me (Loid Forger [Twilight] x afab!reader)
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Pairing: – Loid Forger (Twilight) x (afab)!reader
Summary: You and Loid had been on missions together before, always professional and easily impressed by his work, but something about tonight is a bit different.
Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, code names used, reader and Loid are pretend married, coworkers, penetration f!receiving, ejaculation, curse words
Word Count: 2.6k
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He swiftly removed his jacket, the flash of it in the air quick as he threw it delicately over the back of the chair, his hands immediately going to his sleeves, sliding the cuff links from them and placing them on the table. You were a bit surprised, his movements so quick but graceful still as he stood beside the table, eyes glancing at you to his side. 
“Well,” He asked, his face calm and as impatient looking as ever. He was always very serious about work, and you hadn’t imagined him to take you up on the offer you made. You had worked with him before, getting to know him only a bit but you understood his style quite well. He was efficient, every move he made had purpose and everything he did was thought out well beyond what a normal person would understand. You had initially been swept up by him as a rookie but now you were closer to his level and he had become more comfortable working with you, though his expression was always the same and you sometimes second guessed yourself around him. 
He always looked impatient, possibly irritated, as if things could or should be going better. Tonight has been quite successful so far though, your mission together being simple. Trick the target into believing you're a silly love sick couple who poses no threat as you gradually close in on him. His room was beside your own and you had suggested faking sex loudly enough to let him hear. The idea was half a joke, but you should have known he wouldn’t take it as one. His confirmation was quick and clear, he had immediately stood and began undressing at least a bit before walking to the bedroom with you on his heels. 
You had spoken in code all weekend so far, neither of you taking chances regarding who may be listening. He wanted this to be highly believable as well, stripping his shirt as you walked behind him, unzipping the side of your dress as you entered the bedroom. You felt a bit bashful, unsure of how far you’d be undressing to assure realism but keep each other’s privacy. Your eyes scanned his back, his frame tall and slim but his body still covered in lean muscle as he peered over his shoulder to eye you. His blonde hair was messily brushed back, his outfit professional to fit into the personality of the businessman he was playing, but hair messy and demeanor gentle to fit the role of a bit of a dopey new husband. You wore a black dress, tighter fitting and short to show the fake tattoos that riddled your legs and hips, you were playing a not so professional new wife who seemed highly flirtatious and impulsive. 
“Down to underwear, then beneath the covers,” He spoke between words carefully, coded language and you nodded, slipping the dress down your body and leaving it on the floor. You wore black panties and bra, both lace and revealing as you had made sure to coyly flash the man you were targeting, getting him to become interested but let his guard down around you. You slid into the bed, tugging the covers over your lower half as you leaned back onto the pile of pillows at its head. He undid his belt, sliding his pants down and leaving him in his patterned boxer briefs, the ones he chose were very similar to the slightly embarrassing patterned swim trunks they had him wear earlier today as well. You had to admit he did look quite good though, even in the silly purple and green briefs. 
He slid into the bed with you, adjusting himself to sit on his knees in front of you, spreading his legs out a bit and tugging your legs over his, giving the illusion of penetration if looked at from outside the covers. He explained his movements as he went, faking the vocabulary of a love-sick man who was happy to be fucking his wife while he actually let you in on his idea a bit more. He believed your idea was good, commending you for quick thinking as he leaned over your body carefully, hands on either side of your hips as he ruffled the blankets enough to fit the illusion. You didn’t blush, though you knew you were close to it. 
“You’re quite beautiful,” Twilight said suddenly and your eyes darted back to him which were scanning your face slowly. 
“Thank you,” You were surprised because this wasn’t about the mission, nor was there code hidden in it. His voice had shifted a bit, less stern and serious now. 
“Did you suggest this to get closer to me?” He asked between his words, and you did blush this time, slightly annoyed at yourself for the heat that rose to your face. 
“Well, I did think it would be helpful to the mission as well,” You said, slightly dancing around the question while still answering. He nodded, shifting a bit to scoot your body down, your legs further apart as your thighs brushed against his hips, your hips tilted up towards him. You bit your lip, wanting to touch him for real suddenly but not wanting to compromise anything. 
“It could be a bit more realistic,” He started speaking, leaning down to let his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his voice a soft whisper. “If you let yourself go a little bit,” You nearly shivered, goosebumps rising to your skin as you could feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. You were a bit tense, stuck between wanting to keep professional with him while also wanting so badly to let go. You relaxed a bit, putting your hands up to slowly trail over his shoulders, one hand sliding up into his hair and tangling into it. Your eyes met his and he had a smirk on his face, his lips dangerously close to yours. 
“Just like that,” He whispered, teasing his lips against yours as his big hands started to stroke your thighs, running up and down them as his fingertips grazed the lace of your panties. 
Twilight, you thought to yourself, being so sensual? In the middle of a mission?
The idea of him putting a mission second was foreign to you, but maybe this was for the mission? His voice was different though, and the way he touched you didn’t feel as clinical as it did when he was all business. 
“You really feel like this right now?” You asked in code, running one hand down his back slowly, winding your arm around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibrations heavy in his chest before he answered. He scooted you down onto the bed, placing you flat on your back now as you gasped when you felt his hips press into you, his erection obvious as your legs spread a bit for him. 
“You tell me,” He whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your neck, making you shiver. You rolled your hips between him and the bed, grinding yourself up against his erection as you tightened your arm around his waist, tugging his body closer to yours. He smirked softly against your skin, trailing feather light kisses down your neck and across your shoulder, your head tilting back automatically to make room for him as he went. Your eyes fell closed as you toyed with his blonde hair between your fingers, arching your body up into his own to feel his skin press into your own, his hard chest keeping you beneath him as your legs wrapped around him. His hands trailed up your thighs, roaming over your hips and waist delicately, his palms a bit rough but hands so gentle as he teased the hem of your underwear with his thumbs. 
You were still stuck somewhere between shock and want as you started to shift your body for him, his hands tugging down your underwear slowly. His lips trailed down your chest, kisses still soft as he grazed his lips between your breasts, tongue dipping beneath your bra and running along your soft skin slowly. You let him remove your panties, tossing them aside before he worked his way between your legs again, pressing his body back into your own, parting your folds with his erection and wetting his boxers with your slick. 
“Well that answers my question,” He whispered, a smirk evident on his face even though your eyes were still closed. You opened your eyes for a moment, tilting his head up by the hold on his hair to look into his eyes. 
“And what was that?” You asked, his eyes hooded with something new and your cheeks turned a brighter red suddenly. 
“Wanted to know exactly how you’re feeling right now,” His hand was quick as it unclasped your bra behind you, surprising you as the straps fell loosely from your shoulders and his hand carefully tugged it from your body. 
“But I can tell pretty easily,” His voice was low as he leaned in again, lips hovering above your own as his other hand trailed between your legs, his body moving enough to let his fingers slide between your folds, making you gasp involuntarily at the sensation. He grinned, removing his fingers just as quickly as he slid them down. 
“This is okay, isn’t it?” He asked softly, eyes scanning your face as you nodded, leaning up into his lips to whisper your answer into them. 
“Yes,” Your lips melded together, the kiss heavy and his fingers back upon your needy clit, your body responding instantly with a shiver and a few soft moans sliding across his tongue as you let it pass your lips. His fingers were skillful, easily toying with your clit enough to make you whimper for him, your body arching up into his own as your hands took tight hold of his shoulders. You felt his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding delicately around your sex, the slow circles enough to make you whine. 
“Loid,” You whispered, his code name slipping past your lips as he pulled from the kiss. 
“Yes?” He asked softly, lips now trailing down your neck once more, his other hand slow as it trailed down your side, his hand cupping your breast gently before giving it a squeeze and flicking his thumb across your nipple. 
“Finger me,” You said, feeling bold but your voice still gentle with the command. He grinned against your skin, giving in to your request instantly. His two fingers slid into your dripping sex, pushing against your plush walls as he reached in deeply, letting his thumb take over the teasing of your clit. 
“Ah-!” You gasped, tilting your head back as your legs spread a bit wider, letting him reach deeply into you as he curled his fingers perfectly against the spot inside you that you made your legs shake. 
“There you go,” He whispered softly, hand winding around beneath your back to pull your arched body into his, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt the lean muscle beneath them. The mix of stimulation was perfect, his thumb moving quickly and fingers graceful inside you, his lips still trailing across your skin as you felt your bodies pressed so closely together. 
“Y/n?” He whispered against your ear, your code name suddenly sounding sultry on his lips. 
“Hm?” The whimper was all you could manage. 
“I want to fuck you now,” He said, teeth careful as they bit down on the shell of your ear and your hips jutted a bit into his own. 
“Please do,” You whined, his body reacting quickly as he sat up, easily removing and discarding his boxers before taking firm hold of your thighs with his hands, spreading your legs and pushing them down out of his way. Your eyes lazily scanned him, drinking him in as you let yourself peer down to his erection. It stood against him, thicker than you had imagined and suddenly you were blushing again, realizing you had in fact thought before of what his cock might look like. It was better than anticipated, especially when he began to rub it against it, wetting it between your lips. You gripped the sheets at your sides, head tilting back when you felt his tip trail between your lips across your sensitive clit. He bit his own lip now, watching your face as it contorted with pleasure, your cheeks a soft pink and your lips parted slightly to let out your gasping breaths as you waited for him to penetrate you. 
“O-Oh!” You whimpered, feeling the thickness of just his tip as he prodded it against your entrance, stretching you slowly as he let you feel him. You were tight around him, squeezing him already as the sensation of his cock filled you, every inch given to you slowly as he let you get used to the feeling. Once he was buried inside you your hips were tilted and your back arched once more, your body moving easily to accommodate for his size as he let himself rest inside you, hips against you and balls pressed firmly against your ass. He kept hold of your thighs, keeping your legs apart for him as he slowly and carefully rutted his hips against you, shifting the feeling of the weight of his cock inside you, making you whimper all over again. 
“Fuck,” You whined out, his smirk returning as he pulled himself from you, not completely as he needed to keep steady while he pushed himself back into you, filling you much more quickly this time. He moved his hips easily, rolling them skillfully against you to keep friction on your clit as his cock buried itself deeply inside you with each thrust. You could felt your orgasm coming already, your eyes rolling back as he kept your shaking legs steady, grinning as he watched your body twitch. 
“There you go,” He spoke, voice sultry and deep, “Cum for me,” He practically demanded and you immediately gave in. Your pussy pulsed and your body shook, back arching suddenly as you gripped the sheets tighter and let yourself go completely. 
“Fuck yes,” You moaned out, the feeling growing inside your stomach and causing your pussy to squeeze so tight you could practically feel his cock throb inside of you. He bit his lip, letting out a few small groans of his own as he felt your walls keeping him in, practically swallowing him with each thrust of his hips. He shifted suddenly, hands beside you as he leaned his weight on them, letting your legs wrap around his hips as he bucked them into you, not done fucking you yet. He fucked you through your orgasm, your body twitching as he leaned down to kiss you once more, your lips moving together a bit more sloppily. 
“I’m going to pull out so I can,” He started to speak but a little groan interrupted his sentence as he removed his cock from you suddenly, your pussy still pulsing as your body came down. You felt it across your stomach, hot and slick as it shot out between the two of you. Your lips went back to his, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him locked in the kiss as his hand carefully squeezed out every last drop onto your stomach. The kiss grew softer, his body shifting a bit as his hand searched around the bed for something to clean you up with before he sat up and laid a loose edge of the sheet across you. 
“We’ll get new sheets, no problem,” He said, more to himself than to you, but you smiled anyway, nodding as he trailed gentle hands over your sides, eyes locked onto yours for another few moments.
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xxsabitoxx · 27 days
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I want to write a Twilight/Loid Forger smut so goddamn bad but I don't think anyone would give a fuck about it for real LMAO. So for fun, here is the idea that has been haunting my brain for months.
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It's a couple years before Operation Strix is assigned to Twilight. You're an agent for WISE and Sylvia has called you in to assign you to a Honeypot mission, as she feels you are the target's ideal woman. However, Sylvia is wary of your romance skills and asks Twilight to give you some tips and tricks on how to properly seduce your target.
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aerequets · 8 months
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I really liked the scene you drew for the fanfic Once more with feeling. Do you have other fanfics recommandations? PS. I love your art :3
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thank you! :D and yes of course i do 😎 i have this list (twiyor) from a while ago but i have amassed more than enough new faves to make a new one!
i will try to get a mix of fics w/ different vibes, and different lengths, as well as those that you may not have heard of before. most if not all of them will be twiyor tho, bc that's what i read most.
i'll put them under the cut!
FUN FACT i spent like 45 mins writing a list and SOMEHOW DELETED IT ALL. so this is take 2 😭😭😭😭 ANYWAYS
The Woman in Red by @nightofnyx8
rated M, 7/7 chaps, 47.9k words
this fic feels like a book to me if i was already invested in the characters. it revolves around yor, who gets an assignment to find out where a bunch of trafficked girls are being kept by the asshole of the millenium, vito cohen. it is also post reveal, post relationship twiyor. this fic has dark moments just by virtue of the subject matter, but none of it feels gratuitous if that makes sense? like every bit of violence lends to the whole picture. there are also some Steamy ™ twiyor moments, which are easily skippable if that's not your thing, but their whole relationship here is just written so well. the trust is there and the protective loid vibes are 👌 i m m a c u l a t e
Smoldering by @julphines
rated G, 1/1 chaps, 2.1k words
i freaking love the look into post reveal, pre relationship twiyor we get here. it's not overtly romantic but instead them getting to know each other. i especially love the details of them having to make themselves be vulnerable in some ways because they just aren't used to it. a really nice, in-between sort of fic :)
In Love With the Distance by Newt on ao3
rated T, 37/37 chaps, 21.5k words
this one is formatted as a collection of letters and i am OBSESSED. i think the author does a very good job getting the character voices down, and the fact that the progression in their relationship is clear despite being in this letter format will never cease to amaze me. it's also incredibly consistent and has cute 'ciphers' at the top that are used to disguise the letters. this one is also post reveal, and kinda follows what happens immediately after. some bits are outside the letter format, but for the most part, it's loid and yor writing to each other. love
La Vie En Rose by @jubileen
rated T, 1/1 chaps, 3.7k words
i love me a good ol 5+1 fic, and this one did not disappoint 😌 i especially liked how the thing that is being counted here (you know, the "five times x and one time x") is not explicitly stated each time. it's something that is as slowly revealed to the reader as it is to the characters, which is a nice touch. and there are more things you catch after a reread, which i am also a great fan of!
An Ever Fixed Mark by Spiraling (Stormwind13) on ao3
rated T, 3/3 chaps, 3.8k words
soulmates that share wounds!!!!!! need i say more?? ALSO, there's some GORJUS artwork in this fic! actually, the first "chapter" is just the cover page, and then in the third chapter is another illustration which is so well done! so that's a plus :) this fic has the nice ol heartwrenching mix of backstory and present for the characters, another plus!
this fic is restricted tho, so u gotta be logged into ao3 to read it 🙏
Love, He was Certain by toteally on ao3
rated M, 1/1 chaps, 3.2k words
this one is so funny and good to me bc loid goes head empty seeing fruit juice dribble down yor's chin KJFDHSJ i love when overthinking characters suddenly can't form a thought at the most mundane of happenings. ALSO the thing fics/books do when the title comes up and you're like OHHHH THERE IT IS!!! yeah that as well
Macabre Theme and Variations by @piracytheorist
rated T, 15/15 chaps, 66.6k words (lol)
WOOOO TIME LOOP FIC! yet another thing that i am a fan of :DD although HEED THE WARNING because there IS violence but there is also a happy ending. this fic follows twilight as he goes through the same day over and over again and tries not to die a horrific death forever. mans gets more trauma, BUT he also gets character progression and a happy ending so fair trade off right 🤔 (yes. the answer is yes)
anyways, this list is hardly even the tip of the iceberg. there's also my bookmarks which, at the time of writing this post, are at 354... most of which are sxf/twiyor.... so yeah LMAO obviously i couldnt put all of them into this post but definitely check those out. i've also got my own works if you're interested but hopefully this list contains fics you have not yet read, and that you will like 🙏🙏
(if your fic is on this list and you haven't been tagged + would like to be, pls let me know!)
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thehusbandoden · 15 days
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And Nothing Else Matters -Husband!Loid Forger x Wife!Reader
A/n: it's so easy to write now! I'm so glad that stupid writer's block is gone. :3
I hope I'm not badgering Loid's character lol. Pls let me know what you think! <3
General info:
Genre: pure fluff \\ wc: 711 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/14/24
Summary:
You feel super clingy.. and you know exactly who your victim is. Your husband.
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You giggle, kissing your beloved husband’s cheeks. His dazzling azure eyes instantly meet yours as he frowns, hand held up in defense. He retired from his spy career last year, but he was always on alert. You kiss his warm palm, giggling into his skin as you rub your cheek against his large, warm palm.  
You’re not sure why, but you feel extremely clingy... and your perfect victim was of course, your husband. You loved him to pieces, even though he could come off as distant at times, you stuck with him, bathing in the affection whenever he gave it to you, and beaming with gratitude as he showed you his love through several acts of service throughout the day, everyday.  
Loid looked at you with a blank look as you nuzzled into his palm, giggling happily. As you continue to giggle, inching closer to him, he can’t help but let out a small sigh, his lips lifting into a small smile. Your giggles grow louder, you’re now full on laying on top of him, rubbing your cheek against his chest.  
“Love you baby.” You giggle, kissing his jaw, cheeks, and nose.  
“I love you too, y/n.” He mumbles, smiling ever so slightly down at you, stroking your hair softly. You bathe in the affection. If you were a cat, you would be purring.  
“You’re so comfy.” You giggle, stuffing your nose into his neck.  
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah! So warm, snuggly, and you smell sooo good.” You rub your nose against his jawline, giggling at the sensation of your skin on his. You were addicted. You push your nose to his, rubbing them together as you fawn over him.  
A warm blush coats Loid’s cheeks, causing you to grin in glee. Your giggles continue as you rub your cheek against his.  
“What do I smell like?” He smirks softly, raising an eyebrow. You giggle even more when you see his playful side coming out. Something rare, and a blessing that he bestowed on you and Anya, his girls. You two were his world, and you knew that as well as he did.  
“I don’t know. You smell like you.” You shrug, giggling as you kiss his forehead, peppering kisses all over his skin.  
“You’re going to give me a breakout...” he sighs, though there’s still a small smirk on his face.  
“Oh yeah?” You giggle, kissing his skin harder.  
He chuckles, his hands moving to your waist. He pinches your sides, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise, your hands quickly grabbing his to stop his playful assault.  
“Meanie, that hurt!” You pout, attempting- and failing- to stifle your giggles. His smirk widens into a grin as he frees his hands from yours, tickling your sides.  
You squeal in surprise, giggling as you desperately try to get his hands away. Your giggles turn into laughter as you decide to get revenge, attacking his own sides with tickles and soft pinches. He attempts to keep a straight face but ends up grinning ear to ear as he watches your smiling face.  
He continues to tickle and gently pinch your sides, nipping at your ear. You squeal in surprise, laughing uncontrollably as you continue to assault his chest and waist. You run out of air, panting from the playful attack.  
“I give up! Cease fire!” You giggle, slumping onto his warm chest. He pinches your waist one last time before stilling his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.  
His grin softens into a smile as he looks down at you, kissing in-between your eyebrows, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, and finally your lips.  
The kiss was slow and gentle, melting you into a puddle. You kiss back sweetly, silently expressing your unconditional love and undying devotion to the man of your dreams. 
Loid pulls back, giving your lips one last peck before he rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly. You close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of having your beloved so close. “I love you.” You whisper, entangling your hands into his blonde hair.  
“And I love you, my dearest.” He whispers back. Your smile widens, he rarely uses pet names, and when he does, he’s showing you his soft side. The side that hasn’t been bruised or broken, the side of him that he has fought desperately for years to protect, to hide.  
It made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. And to be frank, you were. You were the luckiest, happiest woman in the world. You had your beloved husband, and your precious little girl.  
And nothing else mattered.  
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eunivrse · 2 years
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03:25AM [yor + loid]
content warning: 3sum, creampie,
note: inspired by my lovely anon’s thirsts, here & here. there’s a shortage of loid and yor porn so why not combine the two hehe
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a few drinks in and somehow you’re all naked in the couple’s bed, loid’s hands wrapped around your ankles, spreading your legs out and giving him the room to fuck into you in deep strokes while yor is sitting on your face, your tongue slobbering all over her wet cunt, thighs compressing your puffy cheeks.
“yes, baby, such a good girl for me… for us,” yor purrs as she pushes her boobs together, her voice straining into a whine. loid’s thumb pressed and glided against your little clit, keeping one of your legs leaned up on his shoulder while the other is spread and bent for yor to see how good her husband is doing you.
poor you can’t even moan or beg as you make out with yor’s pussy, her arousal rubbing on your cheeks as she grinds on your face. when she noticed you were close judging by the way your hips are twitching and thrusting up to loid’s cock, she slapped your breasts, evoking a sharp, but muffled gasp from you.
yor praises, “how cute. that turned you on, didn’t it? sweet girl.” you hummed a weak ‘mhm’, hands gripping on the plump of her ass to pull her deeper against your mouth. the view of your lips sucking on yor’s clit drove loid into oblivion, his hips slapping against yours, pushing your leg further against your chest as he leans in to give yor a longing kiss.
they parted with a smack! yor gasping, “l-loid, make sure you make her cum, haahh fuck…”
while loid pried your legs further apart, yor slouched over your clit and licked a wet stripe. loid stammers, “cum for me, yes?” his cheeks and ears were patted with a pink hue, sweat sheening his upper body as he repeatedly slams against your g-spot, tears flowing down your eyes from pleasure and the ache of your legs.
it wasn’t long until your body froze and released, the rope inside you loosening when you came around loid’s cock, him following shortly after as he didn’t bother to pull out, his load shooting and filling it with his hot cum, yor kissing your clit as you come down from your intense orgasm.
when she felt that she was near, yor sat upright again and nearly gushed on your face with her thighs squishing your face, loid having to watch you clean and swallow his beloved wife’s juices.
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assassinnumber9 · 3 months
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Me, with too many plot bunnies as it is: But what if you made a Loid Forger is NOT A Cuddler sequel 👀
Me: 😠
Yor Briar Does NOT Have Baby Fever
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puolain · 10 months
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do you have any spyxfam fics recs?
Omg yes anon!! Get ready because it's going to be a long list:
● When Stars Align by rinahanaaa (super cute twiyor Eden AU, fluff and slice of life)
● detour by cityboys (the loid&anya future fic that will make you cry)
● the living blues by @nire-the-mithridatist (biggest twiyor angst to exist and it's wonderful)
● we marry & marry again by @nire-the-mithridatist (soft soft soft, as a lover of post-reveal twiyor, I adore this one)
● The Woman in Red by @nightofnyx8 (post reveal twiyor, protective Twilight and amazing tension)
● i'm on my guard for the rest of the world (but with you, i know it's no good) by jade_efflorescence (collection of twiyor letters to each other)
● green envy, silver tongue by @aerequets (an answer to Nightfall's lie to Yor, super adorable)
● Tales of Mr. and Mrs. Forger by @tare-chan (amazing twiyor collection)
● Operation: Adultery by Talik_Sanis (personally the best jealous!twilight fic I have ever read)
● Pistols & Thorns Go Together Sometimes by peachycarat (a series of a semi-au twiyor, very fun and the chemistry is off this world)
● His Cuts, Her Cuts by @rachellysebrook (the softest identity reveal)
● The Last Days of Operation Strix by @whateversawesome (the most complete and explored identity reveal & study of twilight's character, this fic is a must)
● Cabin Fever by anonymous (twiyor & damianya one shot series + a rlly good yuri/fiona one)
● stickball and smoking grills by @glacialdawn (baby!twiyor au)
● hidden by @glacialdawn (super super moving loid&anya relationship reveal)
● when they laugh & when they sing by @sarsaparillia (the softest twiyor ever, still one of my top five favorite fics)
● Lilies Are For Liars by @ahenix (mega cute au)
● Those Hands Were Meant To Love by @ahenix (this is THE twilight fanfic)
● And Wondered Why They Never Had The Chance To Lose You? by OrcPaladinArthur (identity reveal told in whumptober prompts, epicness overload)
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haravath0t · 3 months
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⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄
𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚜𝚙𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍."
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𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛  for the sake of operation strix, as loid’s fake wife, you had to attend the hospital’s christmas party. how inconvenient that loid found you so attractive in that dress you wore.
☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿
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“You’ve been staring all night,” You whisper to Twilight, or Loid Forger, as he calls himself now. “And now you cannot keep your hands off of me? Shame. I didn’t think a simple dress riled you up so much.”
He hates how your sexy red lipstick makes your smug expression more sensual, nor does it help that your stiletto clad foot slowly drives up his leg beneath the table. You’ve been playing a dangerous game tonight, but what did he expect when it's Agent Stardust that’s his counterpart? What could Agent Twilight do when his wife is teasing him like so, underneath the tablecloth of all things?
“You’re pushing it, Stardust,” Twilight growls into your ear, his hand on your hip in an intimate position. He can’t take it anymore; your tantalizing perfume, your teasing touches, that damn dress. The fancy champagne and the delicious entree no longer matter to the man, for he fancies something else.
Someone else.
It won’t hurt to indulge. Oh, he’ll show you what he’ll do with that dress.
“There’s a private restroom by the custodian’s closet.” He says in your ear, his breath hot and full of desire beneath that even toned whisper.
“Two minutes. Be a good girl and prepare yourself for me.”
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manias-wordcount · 5 months
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Just a Man (Loid Forger)
Kinktober 2023 Day Eighteen: Infidelity
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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Mr. Forger is a very nice man. 
He’s a married man. A family man. And what a cute family they are. In fact, you’ve met them both before. A couple times now. His wife and his daughter. And they’re both very beautiful. Very kind too. Mrs. Forger was always very sweet to you. Little Anya is very cheerful too. They both greet you by name when you pass by. Because they know your face. And they know your name. And you know theirs. Because who wouldn’t enjoy the company of such a nice family? A beautiful mother and daughter. A kind-hearted father. 
Your heart ached when you found out, but you knew he was too good to be true when you first met him. Something told you. Something deep down in your heart that spoke to you the first time you saw him smile at you. He’s a married man. A family man. Every good girl knows that means he’s off-limits. So you decided it. You decided that you would let your heartache and ache and ache some more if it meant that you wouldn’t touch what wasn’t yours. 
But while Mr. Forger is a very nice man… 
“Fuck…you look so pretty like this.”
…he’s still very much a man through and through.
Right now, you could still imagine him as his usual handsome and put-together self. But you know that the cracks are starting to show. You know because he showed them to you first. You know because you’re the cause of some of those cracks. You’re the reason why his hair is a little messy, and his breathing is getting heavier and heavier. You’re the reason why his jacket is off and hanging off some chair. You’re the reason why his belt is on that same chair. The reason why his pants are hanging lower on his hips and his fly is down. The reason why his usual tie isn’t hanging off his button-down and is now wrapped around your neck.
Just like he’s the reason all your clothes are in a pile somewhere on the floor. Because he’s a kind man. But still a man. 
A man who just really wants to see the body of the pretty girl he’s fucking while his wife and his kid are away from home for just a little while longer. 
And who are you to deny him of such an earthly pleasure?
“M-Mister Forger-” You whimper out, but there’s no room for words or thoughts in your head. You don’t know what you’re calling out for. You don’t know what you’re begging for. But what you do know is that his quick little compliment went straight to your core. And if you were facing him, maybe he’d give another compliment about that flustered expression you seem to wear so well when you’re around him. But then again, if you were facing him, then maybe the guilt would get a little too much for you. For him. For this. “Ah~”
But you're not facing him.
He’s still married. He’s still a family man. But you’re not facing him. So you can pretend that he’s someone else. You can give him the face and the name of another man. One that isn’t as kind as the Mr. Forger that you know and have grown to admire. And it’s easy. It could be so easy. It should be so easy. Because the Mr. Forger you know so well is such a kind, kind man. Doting father. Loving husband. The Mr. Forger that you know is just so sweet. So nice.
So why is he fucking you from behind with one hand on your hip and the other holding the tie he has wrapped around your neck?
“Loid.” He mutters back in response, just loud enough for you to hear over the wet, wet sounds of your pussy being stuffed full. “Just Loid right now. Please.”
You whine again, but there’s very little you can do when he asks you so nicely. There’s very little you can he fucks you so good either. And the request of being called by just his first name isn’t a new one for you. Not today. Not right now. Not ever, really. But this request is followed by a tug of tie. It’s sudden. It’s quick. And it’s just enough strength and power on your neck that it has you gasping and letting your head fall back as the material closes around your neck just a little more this time. Behind you, a married man hums in satisfaction. But a man, nonetheless.
Just like you’re just a woman. A woman with wants. A woman with needs. And a woman who was absolutely helpless when Mr. Forger pulled you aside one fateful day and whispered in your heart how badly he wanted you. How badly he wanted to take you. You thought he was crazy at first. You thought he was joking. Trying to trick you. Trying to hurt you. But you’re just a woman and he’s just a man. A man you thought was very nice, sure. But at the end of the day, he’s still just a man. A human. 
And so you were helpless to his murmurs as his touch crawled along your clothed skin. You were so helpless to them as his touch began to grow purposeful, and his fingers found buttons and straps that led to you shedding very little barrier keeping him from indulging in you the way that he wants to. So helpless that you do nothing but gasp and moan and whimper when his touch drifted farther than the hands of a married man should. So helpless that you were ecstatic when heard him slip his tie off and felt him fasten it around your neck. 
Almost as ecstatic as you were when you first felt his hard, stick cock slip past your lower lips and burrow itself inside of your awaiting pussy. 
And now the whispers are no longer what he wants to do to you. Now the whispers of what he sees. Of what he feels. Of the things he wants you to say as he thrusts inside of you at a pace strong and fast enough to get your legs quivering before too long. And now the touches are not fleeting fingers testing the waters of what’s wrong and what’s wronger. Now the touches are feeling you up and taking in the warmth of your soft, supple skin. Now the touches manipulate your body to mold back into him. To allow his cock to slide in more easily and reach deeper and deeper than it’s ever been before. To pull at your throat and make you arch your back in a way that’s unbecoming of a young lady such as you. But right now? That’s the least of your worries.
Because you’re only a woman. And he’s only a man. And you’re both only human. Stupid, stupid humans. Who think they know people to be nice. Who think they know people to be kind. Who think that being married and having a family will be a barrier that will not break. That will never allow you or anyone else to cross.
The but the barrier has been broken. And the bridge has been crossed. And you can only hope that when your quickly growing orgasm washes over you you forget face and the name of Mrs. Forger’s wife. At least for a moment. At least for a second.
Because you’re nowhere near as kind as you thought Mr. Forger was. But he’s not as kind as you thought he was too. Because a nice little family man wouldn’t do this. In his own home, no less. And a sweet, loving married man would have never touched you like he does. Spoke to you like he does. Never. Never. Never.
But then again, Mr. Forger- Loid- is just a man. Just a human. And frankly?
“O-okay…Loid, ah~!”
You’re just a human too.
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whateversawesome · 2 years
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Spy x Family Fic Recommendations
A while ago I asked for Spy x Family fics recommendations (thank you to all who answered!). Now, here are my recommendations, all of them in ao3:
Person of interest, by suchmadness: In which Twilight and Yor get to discover they are soulmates. A beautiful and exciting story!
Peace, consuming, by foxphantom: A little piece of fluff, kinda sexy too. In which Loid and Yor discuss baby names. 
Wonderland by Puolain: Everything by this author is beautiful, but this particular work is chef’s kiss! It has a little bit of everything and my favorites are her AU shots @puolain
Loid Forger is NOT a cuddler by AssassinNumber9: A super cute, fluffy, funny piece. Come on, the name says it all!
Things about you, by Tare: A super sweet story about identity reveal. Daily shenanigans is another highly recommended story by the same author @tare-anime
Until we run out of mornings by bloomdove: This one is a super exciting identity reveal, very intense too.
Saccharin, by Lacrow: Anything written by this author is simply fantastic! My personal favorite is Saccharin, in which Twilight is at home recovering from a kidnapping. It has plenty of fluff, humor, and that last chapter is incredibly hot!
All the Things We Cannot Say by nightofnyx8: This story has one of the sexiest kisses I have ever read. The plot is oh so good too. Do yourself a favor and read this! @nightofnyx8
Roses Bloom red in my Heart by deonideatta: In which Twilight develops a super cute (but deadly) disease from unrequited love and only Yor can save him. I loved this one @deonideatta
And last, but not least...
The Last Days of Operation Strix by whateversawesome (yeah, yeah, it’s me): Here, Twilight and Yor finally realize how they feel about each other. This is the story of how they get together. There’s plenty of fluff, angst, romance, and spice too. I’m having tons of fun writing it!
That’s it! If you have any recommendations, let me know. I’ll be happy to read them and add them to the list. 
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Twilight realizes his feelings
Hello, thanks for the ask! Took a while but I finally got to it lol. Was fun to write, hope you enjoy it!!!
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He feels nothing for her.
Nothing lovers usually feel for each other, at least. Of course, he respects her. Her insight has been crucial to the smooth operation of the Forger family, pulling him back from irrational spirals more than once.
And he admires her. How could he not? The way she cares lingers in Anya’s grins and cheery shouts for her mama, in the warmth that welcomes him home in the evenings, in cups of caffeine-free coffee and gentle smiles that linger in his mind. It throws him sometimes, how much kindness she pours into this little family formed on pretenses.
But over time, he’s come to expect the unexpected from her. None of his pages of analysis can pin down her entirety, no manipulation or carefully planned flowchart can fully bend her to its will. Just when he thinks he’s understood her she blindsides him, throwing all his well laid plans into disarray. It’s intriguing in ways he can’t afford to delve into, as much as he finds he wants to.
Because he feels nothing for her - nothing that should make him want her to trust him with the intricacies of what makes her who she is, at least. He isn’t really her husband, after all. And one day, when Loid Forger has served his purpose and all this is over, she'll find someone out there who will love her truthfully and openly. Someone she can love back and happily share her life with. The thought should not feel like ice in his chest.
Because she doesn’t feel for him either, not in any of the ways a wife should feel for her husband, not in the way he sometimes wishes someone would when the thought of spending the rest of his life in an endless cycle of discarded identities weighs on him a little too much. Solitude is an inevitability. He tells himself he’s fine with that.
She doesn’t know him, anyway. Not him as he really is, beneath the facades that make up his legend, beneath the false emotions and the vulnerability that he’s not sure is quite so false anymore.
It shouldn’t matter, since he feels nothing for her. But this nothing sets a rhythm going in his chest when they’re close, and dusts his cheeks with colour when she stops to fix his tie after adjusting Anya’s uniform at the door.
He’s forced to confront that ‘nothing’ when one evening takes them too close to the edge. His smiles are too soft, and the look in her eyes is too tender, and he struggles to confine all the feelings he shouldn’t feel in the container of nothing where he needs them to stay.
And then she kisses him, and his mind goes terribly blank, devoid of all the reasoning that would - should - give him the strength to pull away. There’s no pretense to the way he reaches out to cup her face, shifting to better kiss her back.
She sighs against him, and he really should stop, and save them both the hurt this will inevitably bring. There's nothing left of himself to give her, barely a shadow of a man hiding behind layers and layers of lies.
Restraint prevails, and he manages to pull away, averting his eyes so as not to see whatever her reaction is. She goes still in front of him, face turned towards him.
He forces himself to meet her gaze. She's looking up at him like she's seeing him for the first time. It's an oddly understanding look, a gleam in her eyes that holds him captive and makes him forget to put up any of the facades that are supposed to govern their relationship.
She moves slowly, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and the nothing shatters its casing to reveal something bubbling up like a spring in his heart. Her face is serious but gentle, and restraint cannot suppress the urge to hold her close. She lets him, tucking her head against his neck. For some reason there's a lump in his throat.
The spring trickles on, a small but constant presence.
Time makes it into a stream, stronger with every touch and every glance, with every quiet evening and every inch that the facades drop.
“And you definitely don’t feel anything for her?” Handler asks, in the middle of the Yor section of one of his weekly reports on the family.
“Nothing,” Twilight replies. If he listens hard enough, he can almost hear the sound of a river roaring.
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Hope this was a good read!!!!! Twilight feeling things is one of my favourite things to write lol. But yea there's a few more prompts left to write, I will write all of them eventually!
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lunaekalenda · 2 years
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minors don't interact please ♤ smut under the cut
warnings: fem reader (using of "girl, wife..."), very self caprice lol
the stunning walls, full of robbed paintings in ostentatious and golden frames, and decorated with high windows covered by the most soft and delicate curtains were nothing in comparison to your partner. his blonde, and usually perfect hair falls around his face without order, almost covering his blue eyes, looking half-open directly at you. there was nothing in that luxurious room you would change for the caress of his thumb on your lips. the soft cooing of his voice on your ear and his praises sending shivers down your spine, as your mouth is still buried on his neck, leaving a trail of bites and wet kisses while your fingers masterfully unbutton his shirt.
"i like the dress you chose for tonight." he whispers, as his hands are eager to find the zipper of it, sneaking pass the open back of the dress and finding easily a place on your low back, skin against skin and fingers almost touching the waistband of your panties. "such a good choice you've made, my dear." the red dress has nothing covering your back, as it's also quite revealing on your chest, draped red fabric sinking between your breasts until it falls close to your body, just to reveal sensual legs covered by elegant and shiny stockings that end on a pair of high heeled boots.
the image has been stuck on loid's mind since both of you left home towards the mission. anya was passing the weekend on becky's, so, having time and such a wonderful room, he would even feel guilty if you just kept it straight into the mission. after all, opportunities like that – see your partner on the hottest dress of them all reflected in golden furnitures and barroque mirrors – are hard to get. you part from his neck, blushed cheeks and pumpled lips receiving him, as his fingers quietly pass above them again, getting rid of any rest of gloss that could be still attached to them. he shows a half smile as his finger press quietly your lips, a silent ask for you to open your mouth for him. you do as asked, gaining a sutil nod from your husband as his finger presses, this time, your tongue. plenty of images are speedrunning on his mind right now, and none of them are innocent. from pressing his finger on another parts lf your body to slap his leght on the exact point of your tongue he's pressing, the possibilities are infinite.
what a shame you two don't have enough time for that. he even feels bad for knowing he'll have to give you a quick fuck and leave the place with the robbed art pieces before the owner comes back. his hands slip between the fabric of your panties and your skin, burying in the flesh of your ass as he takes you closer, that tiny red dress directly against the tent on his pants, taking a muffled moan out of him as your hips grind softly against his hardness. both of you moan quietly, as your eyes find the others and his hands on your body mark the pace, hips softly finding the other until necessity consumes both of you. Your hands are fast on his zippes as his are taking away your panties, leaving the tiny red dress messy on your body as he makes you bend over the expensive table. the high heels and the glitter socks, seen from behind as he grips your ass, are definitely a sight difficult to forget, with his fingers buried on your flesh as he gets closer, legs between your open ones and cock sliding painfully good outside you, giving a friction that makes both of you see stars. your knuckles get white against the table as your ass searches more friction against him, making him laugh in such a low and lustful tone.
"mm.. so desperate.." he whispers, tip dangerously pressing against your folds before slipping outside again. "baby, please... whoever that sees us would think i didn't fuck you right this morning..." he repeats the game again, leaving a low groan as he guides himself to your heat again, temting you, playing with you.
you like this version of him, of course you do, when he stops being your husband, the lovely loid that fills your face with kisses and sleeps hugged to you as he smiles for himself, and transforms into twilight, the spy, the man that chose you as his partner and the man that fucks you senseless on every single mission. against walls, doors and windows; he doesn't really care as long as the risk of being caught and the adrenaline of the forbidden act fill his chest. there's something about doing it during work that makes his heartbeat rise. maybe the way he knows no one would say anything to him or you. after all, he's the best spy of the agency. no one would ever dare. and also, the way he always executes his missions deserves a reward, and what better that being able to have his wife whenever and wherever he wants?
"p-please..." you whimper, hips searching his cock under his attractive laugh. "i can't..." he takes a finger down, finding your wetness and how you cutely clench around nothing. it will change soon, tho. he loves how your pretty little cunt tights around him. his finger keeps playing around you as his tip stretches you softly. he might be in need, but he's a gentleman, after all. he won't hurt you. "you're always so tight for me." his voice is interrupted by moans as he pushes deeper inside you, back arching and tears of pure satisfaction running down your cheeks as your hips meet his, increasing the deepness, the pleasure. you can see yourself, mouth open as your body starts to move with the regular thrusts, making the collar on your neck hit your chest as loid's hands play softly with your nipples. at home, he likes to take his time. touch, kiss, lick. discover every single pleasure spot on your body. here, he needs you. as much as you need him. time is something you can't get and necessity has made quickies one of your favorite things of the week.
"come on, honey, i know you can take it deeper, yeah?" he talks, melodic voice entering your ears as he pushes deeper, sighgin with pleasure. "that's my girl, taking everything i have to give her." he thrusts deep again, skin slapping skin as his fingers find the way to your clit, playing dangerously close as his hips snap stronger. he looks to the mirror on the ceiling, eyes fixed on your perfect anatomy, on how his cock dissapears inside your cunt. he could even get hypnotized, and it did got worse when the mirror in front of you got on his sight. your pleasure face, the saliva slowly dripping from the corners of your lips and your cock-drunk eyes as a sign of how god he's making you feel made his hips go faster. your mouth releases only moans and his agent name, without being able of making any single coherent thought. loid smiles to himself, thinking about the mess on your head, thinking of how good he must be reaching your spots so every other thought goes away, leaving a trail of him inside your head.
"already cock-drunk, baby?" he asks, as his phone vibrates near to your hand, on the table. the owner is almost home. he smiles softly. "i was expecting you to ride me on that velvety chair, but i guess we'll have to be quick and leave, yeah?" his arms sneak and wrap your body, your back against his chest as he pounds faster, hand muffling your moans as he buries his on your neck, cock hitting the right spots as your legs tremble in a bad try to stand still while your end hits you like a train. the way you clench around him and the thrusts increasing thanks to your wet fluids make him reach his not long after, releasing his cum inside you as he gives a long and last thrust. you both are still close to the other, his cum, mixed with your fluids, drips down your leg and his lips gently kiss yours. "are you okay, my love?" he asks. you nod a couple times and he smiles soflty, kneeling, and putting your panties on on the most lovingly way possible, as he cleans your legs with a tissue and arranges your dress softly.
"i'm fine, but..." you whisper, as he takes the artwork you've came for. "i think i didn't get enough."
loid smiles with the drawing under his arm, as the other takes yours and his lips leave a kiss on your cheek.
"we have all the house just for us. we can have such a fun and lovely night, don't you think?"
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