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vampcubus · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.

— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.

— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.

— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”

“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment.

And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.

“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat.

It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.

“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.

“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.

“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.

“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him.

His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.

— He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.

“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.

“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.

The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.

Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.

“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.

— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3

— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.

— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.

— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Omg literally baby boy.

— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.

— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.

— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.

— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Baby boy #2

— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.

— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.

— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.

— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3

— He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.

— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.

— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”

Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough.

He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers.

But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.

“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.

“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.”

His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough.

He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.

Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly.

“You’re so pretty, Bert.”

“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.

Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.

— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.

— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again.

— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.

— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…

— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.

— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.

— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise.

He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.

“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.

He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.

“Please say it again.” he pleads.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”

— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.

— Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”

“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.

He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you.

His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.

You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck.

“How was that?”

“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”

— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.

— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔

— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity.

— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.

— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant.

“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“

“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again.

“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.

The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.

You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.

“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.

And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm.

Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.

— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3

— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)

— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.

— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.

— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.

— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.

— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.

— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!

— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.

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slxtslovebambi · 1 year

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Stalker analysis.

Characters: Eren and Floch <3

Synopsis: what kind of stalkers/yandere they would be.

Warnings: the titel says it all

Wc: 900+

Eren

Eren knows you since Highschool.

You were close with Mikasa and Annie and since he’s friends with Mikasa he quickly gains a lot of knowledge about you.

He’s the anti social type of stalker for sure. He has friends yes but only a few close ones and he’s not interested in making new ones.

He’d be the type to constantly call night and day, just to hang up on you before you even have the opportunity to pick up.

Eren always had trouble with controlling his emotions, what makes him so unpredictable. One moment he obsesses over you, thinking his life doesn’t have any meaning without you being around, and the next moment he wants to break you, take everything from you and make you live a miserable life, for simple things like talking to another guy, or throwing away the flowers he sent you.

Eren would send you a lot of stuff. Teddy bears, letters etc. At first you didn’t think much of it, but when random gifts started appearing all over your apartment, it started to freak you out. You were scared of being alone. If he was able to make his way into your place before, he could break in anytime.

But you’re not supposed to be scared of him. He doesn’t want that. He thinks that nothing that he’s doing is wrong. He wants to be the person you run to when you’re scared, but at the same time nothing gets him more of than the thought of being the person that scares you, and makes you feel so helpless.

He forgets to eat, sleep and to take care of his close friends and family, since he spends so much time watching your social media accounts and following you around in his car.

Today he wants to change things though. He waited for you to end your shift at the bakery that you work at. He inhales the smoke from his cigarette once more before throwing it to the side and making his way over to you.

You were looking for you’re keys to close the store as they fell out of your purse, on the ground. You bend down, trying to pick them up when a muscular pale hand gets ahead of you.

"those are yours right?" He gives you a smirk, handing over the keys with one finger. "y-yes, thank you. Do we know each other?" You inspect his face, convinced that you’ve seen him at your job before. "Oh yeah… I think I’ve seen you around before."

Floch

Floch knows you personally, however you’re not even aware of the fact that he exists…at least that’s what he thinks. Back in Highschool he was more of a loner actually. He didn’t have that many friends but the ones that he had weren’t close to you at all, wich is why you never really talked to him.

The fact that you didn’t see him scratched his ego, and at first he only felt hatred towards you but that quickly changed when he noticed your selfless behavior towards other people.

Floch is the unstable stalker type with a lot of self image issues and insecurities. He feels very entitled, like you deserve being watched by him for not acknowledging his presence. If anything then he’s the victim in this story, for having his feelings played with, right?

Different from Eren he’s not really in to writing letter’s or stuff like that. He’ll just send you hundreds of anonymous messages throughout the day, saying things like "I like the way you did your make up today." Or "what a pretty dress :)" with attached photos.

To him it’s not really stalking, he feels like he’s just 'protecting' you. Making sure you get home safely by following you after you just left your friends house or tracking your location after hacking your phone, was just the beginning of a series of things that Floch would do.

Floch would also actually go out of his way to ask people he doesn’t even like, personal information about you.

He’s totally the 'if I can’t have you, no one can.' type of guy and he’s not shy about it. He hasn’t killed anybody over you but he’s more likely to do so than Eren.

Floch has always struggled with things like lack of empathy due to some psychopathic traits and maybe some kind of personality disorder. That’s also why he never really felt bad whenever you cried over the fact that there was yet another picture of you, that you never saw before, sent via text message.

You were grocery shopping today while talking to one of your friends on the phone when suddenly your cart bumps into another one.

"Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?" You quickly apologize as you turn your head to face whoever you just accidentally hit.

"Yes don’t worry I’m fine." The tall man speaks softly while looking down at you.

He looks so familiar…

"Wait I know you…did we went to school together?" Your brain tries its best to put a name to the face in front of you.

Floch looks at you stunned at the fact that you seem to remember him. He doesn’t know what to say as he feels his heart beating faster and his palms getting sweaty.

"I- I… yes I think you were in my biology class."

He speaks taken back.

"Yeah I remember! Did you change your hair?"

You smile warmly at him, waiting for an answer. He’s too flabbergasted to actually talk to you so he just nods in response.

"How about we go drink a coffee sometime?"

There’s no way you just asked him that.

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry right now, but having this conversation with you just showed him that all the analysis he made about you were correct. You have to be the sweetest human being on earth, he just wants to protect you.

"Sure… I’d love that."

Might create a tag list (idk yet)

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holydayaria · 1 year

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Repreive

Floch Forster x Reader

Synopsis: Floch offers you a way out.

Warnings: yandere content (not written with that in mind but like... yeah its basically that), abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, gunplay, implied baby trapping, fem reader.

1023 words, not proofread

You gag against the cool metal of the gun barrel, the tears that pricked your eyes previously now falling freely onto your face. Floch looks down at you with an expression that reads as dismissive. You know him better though, you can tell from how he's leering at you what he's really thinking. If you eyes dare to look lower you'd see his hard on.

Your pathetic mewling bounces off the walls of the prison cell, reverberating in Floch's ears. It brings a terrible grin to his face, his other hand making small carressing movements on your head, so subtle you might not have noticed if you weren't hyperfocused on them. Anything to serve as a distraction from the metal forced into your mouth, anything that can be interpreted as a form of comfort.

The debris and gravel on the concrete floor digs into your knees, sure to leave indentations. The metal handcuffs dig into your wrists, scraping your skin and breaking it from where you fruitlessly struggled against them. Light shines through a small, barred window at the top of the wall in the cell, providing minimal illumination in tandem with a lit oil lamp in the corner. The light shines onto Floch's eyes, making them appear more golden than hazel. Those horrid eyes, lapping up your distress.

The barrel of his pistol isn't particularly thick, though uncomfortable regardless. It's foul tasting and had some splatters of blood you were forced to clean off with your mouth, from when Floch pistol-whipped a man half to death. Floch's grip on your hair tightens as he turns the pistol in your throat, bringing it to the inner of your cheek to drag your mouth open. His face turns to one of pride upon seeing the saliva and drool building up in your mouth, the snot running down your nose and your swollen cheeks from your muffled sobbing. You sure were a sorry sight.

He pulls the gun from your mouth, allowing you some relief. You gag a bit more, hoping he'll un-cuff your hands next. It was humiliating enough to be forced onto your knees, hands behind your back in front of this man; who was clearly enjoying his power trip. Being forced to give a blowjob to his pistol was somehow more terrifying than what you thought he'd had in mind, the way his finger stayed on the trigger continuously. Floch produces a handkerchief from a pocket in his military coat, wiping his gun off. You stare up at him expectantly, hoping the worst of it was over, that he would release you or at least take you back to your sad excuse of a room.

"You don't have to live like this, you know." He suddenly speaks up, his soft voice uncharacteristic for his cruel actions. You can hardly respond, not wanting to look at him anymore. He isn't having it though, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and pressing his now cleaned off gun to your temple. Once Floch is sure he has your attention, he loosens his grip and removes the pistol from your forehead. Instead the barrel pokes into your cheek at an awkward angle. You have no clue if it's loaded or not, and you pray it isn't. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. Your eyes are tired and you're on the cusp of giving up, and Floch can see it.

"I wouldn't have to do this to you if you would behave," Floch says, and his words stir the anger brewing in your gut. 'Behave'? This guy was a joke. "Do you think I enjoy hurting you, hm?" Floch says with a twinge faux hurt. You don't reply, so Floch continues. He removes his gun from you, adjusting it back on it's holster beneath his coat. He releases your hair, crouching in front of you to be at eye level.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to submit than live like this, I wouldn't have to hurt you if you did." He offers, trying to hold back on making a perverted comment. Floch is sure if he plays this right, he could have you semi-willing in his arms tonight, but maybe that's just his ego talking. Truth be told, he admires your stubbornness and attempts to reject his every offer, but how much longer can you keep that charade up?

Floch leans forward, his forehead close to touching yours now. His voice is hardly above a whisper as he scoots even closer. "I could be good to you, you won't have to suffer anymore." Floch's gaze is soft, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from him. You don't like what you're hearing, somehow that sounds even worse than your current treatment. You knew he had a thing for exerting his power over those he saw as beneath him, but you hadn't thought his fixation on you had an underlying nature to it.

Floch places one of his hands over where your womb would be, leaning in even further and whispering in your ear. "I could make you happy." The implication of his words makes your heart tighten with fear and anger. Even worse, he says it with all the sincerity in the world. He considers briefly how much more he can push you, possibly right in his arms, though the possibility of him pushing you in the wrong direction is still there. He doesn't have you right where he wants you, not yet.

Floch takes a deep inhale, making sure to get a whiff of your hair. He wonders if he can "encourage" you to let him watch while you take your next bath. You jerk away when he does, and Floch only forces you closer, continuing to sniff your hair. After what was entirely too long, he stands up, looking down on you. "Well, I'll give you some time to think about it, hmm?" You meet his gaze, a disgusted defiance in your eyes. He could just laugh at the sight of you.

He wonders' if you'll have that same expression after a week down here by yourself.

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mommypieck · 10 months

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Hi there<3 I really dont know if you like male sub but i was wondering if you could write hcs for floch, jean and/or porco giving faux jobs thanks😭😭

i don't know if i really understood what faux jobs mean

floch

you burst into the room, frantically looking for something. your boyfriend gives you the look, unsure of what you're looking for. he can't help but to think about how beautiful you are. and the sweat on your forehead makes his mind make sinful thoughts.

you kneel in front of him, putting your hands on his thighs. you can feel his back straighten as he pushes his hand into your hair. you see his hands shoot up to his zipper, but before he can do anything you yell in victory, "finally there it is."

his eyes widen when he sees you holding a tv remote in your hand. his cheeks go red as he realizes you had other intentions.

"you did it on purpose, didn't you?" he says angrily. he has the right to be frustrated but it's not like he doesn't get it every night.

"maybe."

jean

"hey baby, everything alright?" jean asks worried when you burst into the room. it's obvious you're looking for something and his question is answered when you pick up the hair tie that lies on the table. your hair has gotten longer and jean made you get a mullet too to match him so it wasn't unusual for you to tie your hair up. but jean's thoughts are different. more sinful. he smirks as you drop in front of him.

"you didn't have to tie your hair up. i like you when you're all messy." he says, pulling your hair tie out of your hair.

"well, i didn't want to get the hair in my eyes as i look for the controller." you say, coming back up with the controller in your hand. he freezes, unsure of what to say. he pets your hair, smiling at you.

"in that case, you can do something for me while you're here."

porco

you can see his eyes watching your every move as you step into the room. you decided to wear his clothes today and he is more excited to see you in them. he opens his arms when you come his way.

"come here, baby." he says, smiling at you. you kneel down in front of him and he smirks.

"that's not what i had in mind but if you insist." he tangles his fingers in your hair, but you just shake him off as you finally reach the paper you have been looking for.

"you always lose the papers from doctors." you sigh, getting up.

"what?" porco asks confused as hell.

"the papers under the couch." you point at the paper in your hand. he finally realizes what's happening, his smirk falling and his face going red. but his smirk quickly appears again when he sees you chuckling.

"you little tease. im gonna give you another reason why to visit the doctor."

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kissatoru · 7 months

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i truly love your work !! the way u write is so SCRUMPTIOUS 🤭

thoughts on being hate-fuck-buddies with floch ?!:!:? i cannot stop thinking abt this… sneaking off during scout meetings when he pisses you off, stroking his cock under the table with a blank look on ur face as he tries to keep himself composed 🤤

omg thank youuu👉👈 and i adore this concept so much, you don’t understand, i’m foaming at the mouth rn😩

just imagining him being a brat on purpose, poking and prodding at your nerves with snarky comments and backhanded compliments, all with a fiery glint in his eye that speaks louder than the rude words he’s been throwing at you...

but oh how all that bravado crumbles when you plop down in the chair beside him at your next meeting, instead of the usual one across, because it’s not so easy to be mouthy when you’re no longer separated by a table now, is it?

one arm propped up on the table, the other tucked inconspicuously under it, where only floch is aware of how your hand is cupped around his knee. staggering breaths as the meeting goes on and that inconspicuous hand inches down thighs that tense more the nearer you get to his crotch. and when you finally do, you have to hold back a scoff at how predictably hard he is, only able to communicate through a single short glance, but it’s all you need to tell him exactly what you think: of course you’re hard right now, you slut.

floch swears he can hear your voice and the phantom venom on your tongue with your eyes alone. no sooner than he does, he’s leaning forward and coughing into a fist to mask the gasp that he makes when you press down on his dick. his thighs squeeze together and trap your hand, but it only serves to increase the pressure. he’s already gotten a few concerned looks, but it only gets worse from there because your hand starts moving. up, down, across. calculated touches that have him digging his nails into the edge of his chair and gnawing at his inner cheek; desperate to make it through this godforsaken meeting with at least some of his dignity intact...

but he knows it’s too late when your fingers — fuck, those evil, evil fingers of yours — find their way into his trousers. the fact that there’s only one thin layer now separating your skin from his drives him fucking insane. it’s no surprise that he’s unable to hold back the small moan that’s been sitting in the back of his throat ever since you started touching him... except that it is a surprise, to everyone in the room but you, whose look of false confusion could fool anyone, especially when you pair it with that worried tone when you ask him, “everything alright, forster?”

all eyes on him as he swallows, nods, steadies his breathing. “yeah, just... have a headache,” he mumbles and rubs his temple for emphasis.

little does he know, it’s only the beginning, and you proceed to pull grunts and almost-orgasms from him until he’s sweating through his uniform and biting his lips red; until he’s delirious enough to be wishing you’d gone ahead and made him cum right there and then.

(and later, when you finally get him alone, you’re exchanging spit and insults and taking what you want from him, as you have so many times before. his auburn hair is sticky with sweat, his big brown eyes all wet and teary, as he whines and pleads for you to let him cum, to forgive him for all the things he said. you smile and wonder if he knows how pathetic he looks, or if your nights together like this have made him stop caring.)

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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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Oh, sorry for make you feel uncomfortable! :( then that request but with Eren, Levi, Armin and Floch! Sorry again

A/N: omg no it's okay I appreciate the new characters! This was wildly different of what I usually do since I normally don't write AoT as much as I used to but this was fun! I think Floch is a bitch so I wrote him mean but I think it worked out LMFAO. Hope you enjoy mwuah

CW: smut, degradation, oral (m!receiving), lots o cum.

Bukkake x Eren, Levi, Armin, Floch

"Open your mouth wider, baby—fuck—there we go" Eren groaned above you, stuffing his cock into your mouth with no regards to how you gag around him "Such a good little bitch in heat." You looked up at him doe eyed, trying your best to take him down your throat. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose as you do, taking Eren wasn't easy.

"Oi brat, don't stop moving your hand." Fuck. You had gotten too distracted, focused more on Eren than the captain Levi and company that was also here in the room with you. You had no idea how you got here, couldn't remember the conversation well enough when all you could think of were the men around you and their dicks (im)patiently waiting for you to please them. You popped off Eren's cock just enough to murmur a "sorry, captain" before he grabbed the back of your head and shoved you down again. "Be a good little fleshlight and stop talking."

"Eren, you're being too hard on her." Ah, the only saving grace in this entire room. Sweet Armin, patient with you as you slowly pumped his dick with your other hand. You looked at him as best you could, throwing a thankful glance as you tightened your hand around him jerking him with more vigor. Armin whines above you, hips stuttering and meeting your tempo. "Fuck, it feels so good, honey. Don't stop" it was always so easy to make Armin feel good when he was so receptive.

You heard a click of a camera go off, before glancing in the direction of the flash. "You'll look so good as my phone background, what a little slut." Floch laughed, turning his nose at you. He was always the meanest to you, no matter how rough Eren would be or how harshly Levi would stare at you, they always took care of you after your escapades. But Floch was always cruel.

It made your pussy clench with need.

You moved your hands in tandem, music ringing in your ears in the forms of moans and panting, dampening your underwear as you knelt on the ground. You wanted more than anything to be able to touch yourself, but you had to get them ofd before they would take care of you. Eren threw his head back before letting out a wanton moan, both hands burying into your hair and shoving you down onto his dick. You did your best not to choke as he face fucked you. "You like that, slut? You wanna be my little cum dumpster huh?" You moaned around his length with a nod before hearing another click of the camera and a laugh. "Gonna paint your pretty little face." Eren jerked away from you right before cumming on you. Ropes of sticky white landed on your face, dripping down your cheeks and forehead.

"Fucking finally my turn." You barely got to breathe before being shoved down on another cock. Floch was never one to beat around the bush. He got to shoving himself down your throat even worse than Eren. "Only way you ever look good is with my dick in your mouth" he sneered.

"Fuck, not gonna last long" a mumble to your right: Levi. You want him more than anyone else to cum, feeling accomplished in making your captain feel good. You pumped his length, smearing the pre cum over his tip and giving yourself more lube to glide over his dick. "Fuckfuckfuck" he stuttered, his cum landing in your hair and side of your face. He stepped away from you after he was done, nearly in disgust.

The camera flash went off and you looked up at Floch, recording you now. "Come on baby, don't you wanna be good for us? Look at you, covered in cum from different men like the whore you are?" You whimpered, trying your best to keep up with his thrusts down your throat and still giving Armin the attention he deserves. "Fu-ck, Floch you're worse than Eren" still having your back no matter what. "I'm so close honey, fuck just like that" Armin speaking so nicely to you almost made you whimper. Although being degraded always had an effect on you, hearing his sweet words made you want to do better for him. You pressed on and continued to jerk him off until he was whining mess and came on your left side, almost covering your whole face with cum.

Floch gripped your roots at the top of your head trying to avoid any cum as he did so. "Now you're my bitch, open up wide" he taunted, pulling out just enough so the tip of his cock was placed on your tongue and shot cum over your nose and eyes, slapping and smearing it over your tongue and mouth. "Stick your tongue out and smile at the camera baby" you did your best to do so, disoriented at the bright light and how lightheaded you were with all the attention you received. He turned off the camera and Armin petted your head. "Why don't we get you cleaned up and take care of you like you did us, hm?"

"And send me that damn video."

"Yes, captain."

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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"I Love You" "I Hate You" || Floch Forster

Synopsis - Floch loves you, but you don't love him. He's just your casual living sex toy.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Degradation. Slight Obsession If You Squint. Infatuation. Unprotected P In V Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Oral (F Receiving). Cum Eating. Filth.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

"You look so pretty underneath me right now Forster," you cooed as you bounced up and down on his cock. Floch couldn't do anything but moan as he watched your breasts bounce, completely in a trance. "It's a shame you're so ugly. Your cock is the best I've ever had."

"Really?" Floch asked, his eyes wide. He had selective hearing when it came to you. He ignored all the horrible, nasty things you said and focused on the positives you'd give him when you were in a good mood. Today must have been a good mood day.

"Yeah. So fucking big and girthy," you moaned, quickening your pace again. Your praise was enough to make Floch's cock twitch inside of you. "Do you like it when I praise you?" Floch nodded swiftly which caused you to laugh. "You're so pathetic."

"Pathetic for you," Floch moaned loudly.

"Shut your mouth," you rolled your eyes and clamped your hand over his mouth. "You're going to get us caught and I don't want people to know I'm fucking you."

"Sorry," he mumbled into your hand. He swallowed his pride whenever he was around you. You owned him and he knew that you knew that. You could walk him like a dog and he would thank you for it. You removed your hand from his mouth and stared down at him watching as the tears prickled in the corner of his eyes.

"Aweh what's wrong little baby?" You mocked with a grin.

"I'm going to cum again," Floch choked out, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. "Fuck Y/N you're going to make me cum again."

"Do you kiss your mummy with that mouth?" You snapped.

Floch shook his head rapidly, "no! Only you. Only ever you baby. Please Y/N, kiss me. Kiss me baby." He begged. You rolled your eyes in disgust but complied, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. The second your lips touched his, it sent Floch over the edge. He shot his thick ropes of cum inside of you and bucked his hips up in a desperate attempt to fuck it into you as deep as he could. The thought of you pregnant with his child drove Floch crazy and was something he always hoped for during these quick, intimate sessions you often had. "Oh my God," Floch growled as you bounced a few more time, squeezing the last of his cum out of his dick. You had thoroughly milked him dry.

You slowed your pace to a halt and looked at Floch somewhat sympathetically. "We're not done yet," you announced. "I've not cum myself yet. Don't get too caught up in your head. You might have a big cock but you have no idea how to use it."

"What do you want me to do?" Floch asked as he sat up on his knees, watching your every move intensely.

You laid down on your back and spread your legs widely. "You're going to eat my pretty little fucking cunt out until I cum all over your disgusting fucking face."

"Yes Ma'am," Floch whimpered, eyes half-lidded. He watched as his cum dripped from your weeping hole. Despite being thoroughly spent and definitely being no longer able to perform, after cumming three times, Floch felt his cock twitch between his leg.

"Well, don't just stare at me you moron," you snapped, pointing at your cunt.

"Sorry," he mumbled before nestling himself in-between your legs. His face was so close to your cunt he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He looked up at you before he dove in face first, tongue darting to your sensitive bundle of nerves straight away. He knew he wasn't the best at eating your cunt out, you'd definitely had better, but he tried his best to please you. That at least had to count for something, right? You let out a soft little sigh as he began to suck on your clit, lapping circles around it greedily. He pulled away from your clit and licked a stripe up your folds, wincing when he tasted his own, salty cum.

"Fuck Floch you're putting me to sleep," you groaned, looking down at him angrily.

"Sorry," he whimpered between licks. "I'll try harder, I promise."

Floch couldn't help but dive his tongue into your hole, practically eating his own cum. It made you smirk, knowing the lengths he would go to please you. "God you're so pathetic," you moaned quietly, wrapping your fingers in his red hair and forcing his face further into your cunt. Floch returned his attention to your clit, stroking a hand up your thigh until his digits met your entrance. As he flicked his tongue at your bud, he inserted two of his long, skinny fingers inside of you, forcing your back to arch slightly. He began moving his fingers inside, curling them up and fucking them into you at a rapid pace.

"That's better Floch," you smirked, closing your eyes as you let him work.

Floch removed his tongue from you and lifted his head, fingers still pumping inside of you as he spoke. "Say it again, please?"

"Floch?" You asked, unsure of whether he wanted you to say his name again, or repeat that what he was doing was better.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned, dipping his face back between your legs. He shook his head in-between your thighs sending a shockwave of pleasure up your cunt and throughout your body. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair as he continued eating you out like a man starved. Your eyes began to roll back in your head and your legs began to shake as your orgasm dawned on you. It only took Floch a few more sucks and nibbles of your clit before you were gushing all over his face whilst moaning his name repeatedly.

Floch removed his fingers from your cunt and lifted his head while opening his mouth. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched Floch desperately move his head in an attempt to catch every last drop of your juices. "That's it Floch, fucking take it like the little bitch you are." He nodded his head quickly before swallowing the liquid he had managed to catch, a breathless smirk laced his face. He was proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

Floch watched as you flopped your head down on the pillow and closed your eyes. "I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him.

"I hate you."

@holydayaria inspired me to write a small Floch fic with their most recent Yandere!Floch Forster which you can find here. Go give it, and them, some love!

Requests: OPEN. Feel free to send them in but please specify if you are requesting for SFW or NSFW.

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hardtofindeggs · 1 year

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thinking about fwb!floch who always wakes up before you do so he can have some time to just admire your perfect features

fwb!floch that likes to make you breakfast under the gist that "your cooking tastes like shit. might as well show off a bit while I'm here. hey, who knows? maybe your dumbass would be able to pick up a thing or two?" when really he just wants you to look after yourself

fwb!floch that asks you how your day went in between kisses; "ha! since when did you give a shit about anything I do, huh, forster?" you always say- all he can muster up is a weak "whatever" before he goes back to leaving rough kisses on your lips

fwb!floch that HATES how close connie gets to you when you make him laugh. that seethes at the sight of jean fake fawning when you dress up for anything

fwb!floch that can only really get updates of you through armin, who's in the same politics class as him, or eren, who he follows around in hopes of you and him running into each other; even though you wouldn't really talk. all because you both (stupidly) agreed to pretend you don't know each other outside of your bedrooms

fwb!floch that hates being in love with you with every fibre of his being

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vainilla-milk · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 9 - Interlock fingers

pairing: Floch Forster x Fem! Reader

tags: headcanons, college au

Floch still isn't used to this whole girlfriend thing. Let's just say that dating you was something he never expected.

He didn't know any girls at school who liked him, so you surprised him when you approached him one day and asked for his number.

You asked him out on a date and Floch felt like a mess. He decided to go anyway.

You were very nice and funny, he really felt comfortable with you.

Usually girls avoided him because of his political activism, but you loved confrontation and debate.

The date was a complete success, so you both agreed to keep seeing each other. You quickly evolved from friends to lovers.

Floch's only problem was that he was frustrated that he didn't show as much initiative as you did. It just didn't flow naturally from him.

It was always you who intertwined his fingers with yours when you walked, who gave him kisses on the cheek before you left for class or just for the pleasure of wanting to kiss his face.

The thing began to bother him more when he heard girls from other classes gossiping about the relationship he had with you, criticizing how undemonstrative he was.

You didn't seem to be affected; you seemed happy around him.

In a moment of reflection one night, he decided that he should start actively taking the initiative on his own.

You began to notice as you walked that Floch tentatively moved his hand closer to yours until finally entangling his fingers with yours.

Floch felt a nice warm feeling in his chest, especially when he saw you out of the corner of his eye and realized how happy you were.

From that moment until now, Floch takes your hand and interlocking your fingers every time he gets the chance.

When you walk on the street, at school, even when you sleep together.

Simply interlocking your fingers became his favorite gesture to show his love for you.

#floch x reader #floch forster #floch forster x reader #floch x y/n #floch x you #floch forster x you #flufftober2022 #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot imagines

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saraji · 3 months

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AFTER A YEAGERIST MEETING

Floch comes to you when everyone was leaving the meeting room.

Floch: Hey, I need to talk to you about something. Are you free right now?

His voice was cold and emotionless as always but there was a hint of curiosity. You shaked ur head up and down as a yes

Floch: Why did you save me when i fall to the sea after shooting Marley's ship? Other soldiers useally hate me for my views and goal. You arent a Yeagerist since you want to stay in the Survey Corps. You just sometimes come to the meetings with other Survey Corps soldiers..Look what i am trying to say is.I-I want to know what you see me as. I am not ur leader, captain nor commender. Technically, I am not ur comrade as well.

You gulped. You had a crush on Floch since you saw his views for Eldia. You find him determind and strong. He is hot in ur book so you also find him atractive but you never had the guts to confess. Was this the time? Was ur secret crush for him seeable? You were speechless as he continued to talk

Floch: Y/N, do you by a chance...like me?

And oh boy here it is! The feeling you hide for 2 freaking years. You slowly noded as you looked at the floor, blushing and cant help but to think what he thinks about this. Then suddenly Floch liftes ur chin up and makes you look at him in the eyes. He softly kisses you on the lips as you kiss him back with pure joy and love. The kiss ended for 20 seconds as both of you pull back, breathing heavyly.

Floch: I love you

You: I love you more

#floch forster x reader #floch forster #aot floch #snk floch #floch x reader #aot x reader #aot #aot art #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot smut #snk x reader #snk #snk fanart #aot fanart #aot manga

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vampcubus · 1 year

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: second round with more characters!

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊connie, sasha, eren, yelena, pieck, floch.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, female reader coded, obsessive flavored yelena and floch.

❥ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— Not the most friendly sleeping partner I’m afraid 😭 He sleeps in a sprawled out spread eagle or in a tangle of his own limbs and the sheets. He’s also a blanket hog since he gets cold easily you’ll end up with like a corner of the blanket and a sliver of the bed.

— He’s a heavy sleeper though so you can usually just shove him over and he won’t even stir.

— Connie does like to cuddle though, especially if it's cold he’ll snuggle right up next to you and warm his hands under your shirt. So disrespectful about it though cus his hands are always so cold!! And he just laughs when you jump >:0

— Mornings consist of mandatory kisses and snuggles, this is non-negotiable he will absolutely wrap all his limbs around you to keep you from leaving the bed.

— If he wakes up before you expect the worst, he’s always playing too mf much. You’ll either wake up to find him drawing on your face or him sitting on your chest like a cat waiting for you to open your eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“I am now. Get off me, you’re heavy.” you groaned, pushing weakly at your boyfriend’s thighs.

“Say you look pretty good with a mustache, babe.” he snickers, capping a marker with a click that makes your heart drop.

“YOU DIDN’T!” you shriek, wiping at your upper lip, gasping when ink transfers to your fingertips.

He makes up for it because it gets all over his mouth when he kisses you.

— Lazy mornings are the best, he just curls himself around you, holds your hands, and just talks to you about silly stuff. You usually end up going down a rabbit hole of strange conversations and fake deep existential questions about aliens or random shit like that.

❥ 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒

— A light sleeper due to her instincts and sharp hearing. Half the time she’s munching on something right before bed and gets crumbs on the bed. There's no use scolding her, nothing gets between her and food.

— Runs delightfully warm so she’s a joy to snuggle up with when it’s cold.

— She snores if she’s on her back and drools on you if she’s on top of you, both of which she’ll get embarrassed about if you mention.

— A sleepwalker, almost always in pursuit of nighttime snacks. it’s hard to tell if she’s faking because she got caught (because she’ll absolutely do that) or is truly sleepwalking. It’s hilarious though, especially since she’ll even have full conversations with you in this state. You’ll ask her about it the next morning and she won’t remember a thing.

— Sleepy gf that will fall asleep on your shoulder just about anywhere.

— If you were to ever make her breakfast and bring it to her in bed she will actually start sobbing.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Sasha wails with a mouthful of toast, tears streaming down her face as she absolutely destroys her breakfast. It’s a wonder she can even breathe scarfing down her food like that.

“The food isn’t going anywhere, Sasha. Slow down before you choke,” you laughed, wiping jam off her cheek with a napkin.

— You wake up before her most of the time, and she really loves to wake up to the feeling of your fingers brushing through her hair. She’ll blink her pretty brown eyes open and give you that sleepy smile that makes your knees buckle, she’s so cute and she knows it. Will absolutely use it against you to beg for kisses and food. Puppy gf puppy gf puppy gf-

❥ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— He’s the type to hold your tit while he sleeps, no I will not elaborate.

— He’s definitely up your ass the whole time you’re getting ready for bed, distracting you while you’re changing, hands holding your hips and nose buried into your neck as you’re brushing your teeth. Without you there Eren all but collapses into bed fully clothed and sleeps like the dead til morning, but when you’re there he’s stuck to you like glue.

— He doesn’t care what position you sleep in, just that he can be pressed as tightly to you as possible. You’re his safe space and he soaks up your touch like he needs it to live. Eren’s different now, changed by the impending future he was cursed to know and the horrible actions he’s done to ensure his loved ones' survival, but he never stopped needing you.

— So hold him close to your chest, stroke his hair, tell him you love him, even if he’s not the same. Even if you can tell he’s being ripped apart from the inside out, be there for him.

— Eren’s dreams are rarely peaceful so sometimes he’ll wake you with his mumbling and squirming, but as soon as he startles awake and sees you there he calms right back down.

“Did I wake you? Sorry.” Eren sighs, but you only hum, wiping the sweat from his brow and nudging his face closer to your chest.

“I’d rather you wake me than have you left alone with your thoughts. You can rest. I’m here.”

And with that, his green eyes droop again, the slightest of smiles tugging at his lips that makes you feel warm inside. He rarely ever smiled anymore.

❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀

— She’s clearly unused to sleeping with other people but she’s beyond ecstatic to have the opportunity to sleep next to you. You’ll have to show her where to put her hands and how you like to be held but once you get comfortable she melts against you with a sigh. She’s got such long limbs so she’ll usually just curl around you and bury her face in your hair.

— Greatly prefers sleeping while facing each other so she can admire you while you sleep. (she’s a creep) she can’t help it really, there’s nothing she loves more than to see you completely vulnerable and relaxed. She loves that you trust her enough to sleep in her presence, especially with the mistrustful nature of most Eldians of Paradis.

— While Yelena enjoys holding you, please please hold her sometimes too, it means so much to her. She literally melts into a puddle every time you wrap yourself around her, tucking her head under your chin as you run your fingers through her pretty blonde hair. Start whispering sweet things to her and she’ll drift off in no time at all, fingers bunched in your clothes and long legs tangled with yours.

— Starts to stir as soon as you start moving around, so don’t expect to discreetly slip away without her eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, where are you going?” She’ll whine.

“To pee, ‘lena. Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t take too long, I’ll miss you.”

— Waking up next to Yelena is pure heaven. If she’s awake before you, you’ll wake up to her tracing shapes into your cheeks, chin on her hand as she waits for your pretty eyes to open for her again. And when they do she’s cooing at you, lips raining smiling kisses down on your face.

— She’s the type to bring you breakfast in bed, wants to help you get dressed, do your hair etc… she’s a bit obsessive in her love for you but you won’t regret letting her into your life. She’s weaved herself meticulously into your routine so she can be there every step of the way and always knows where the things you misplace are. Makes you wonder if she deliberately hides them so you have to ask her.

❥ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— Sleepy gf that curls up on your chest like a kitten and sleeps like that the whole night. She’s honestly too fucking cute it’s not fair.

— Also really likes to spoon, doesn’t care if she’s the big spoon or the little spoon she’s down to cuddle every which way without complaints.

— She’s tired a lot, especially since she’s in titan form so often :’( but she greatly appreciates it if you nap with her, or even just let her sleep with her head in your lap while you idly undo the tangles in her hair (puts her right to sleep every time) she just likes to have you there.

— She’s so comfortable to lay on btw, everything about her feels so soft it’s unreal. You’ll never find a more relaxing partner to cuddle up to. She hums or reads to you when you can’t quite get to sleep no matter how sleepy she is herself cus she wants you to get good rest <3

— Mornings with Pieck are so 💕💗💕💕💖💗💞💓 she’s pretty groggy when she first wakes up but once she processes that you’re awake too it’s like her whole face lights up.

— Pieck has insane bedhead 🤭 her mane is always crazy n sticking in every direction. She’s notorious for falling asleep with makeup on (imagine her false lashes askew in a modern au, pls that’s so cute.) so don’t be shocked when you wake up with inexplicable makeup stains on your arms and shirt.

“Mmm, good morning.” Pieck yawns, arms stretched high above her head before she falls into a more instinctual hunched position.

“Good morning, beautiful.” you hum, brushing back the hair from her face to kiss her forehead and she just nuzzles her face against yours. She loves that you’ll call her beautiful even when she looks a hot mess.

— Lazy mornings are the best, just laying in bed together til noon while talking about everything and nothing til you feel like getting out of bed to rejoin society. She’s the type to hug you from behind while you’re making breakfast, pressing kisses to your back shoulder. Don’t trust her though, she is never above tickling you at the most inopportune time. She will gladly sacrifice a pancake to hear you squeal.

❥ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— He’s not happy unless he’s got a face full of your tits when he drifts off, and is quite demanding about it. All he wants to do after a long day is shed his ODM gear and fall into your arms to be coddled like a baby.

— He’s handsy, even when he’s asleep, so you’ll wake up with his hands in your clothes grabbing at your soft bits. Likes to be pressed close and keeps you locked against him most of the night. You have to pry him off every morning.

— Mumbles in his sleep a lot. It’s usually garbled nonsense or whispers of your name. He’s a lucid dreamer and wakes up confused a lot, not knowing where he is.

— The nightmares are the worst though. He thrashes and sobs like a man possessed until you shake him awake, shushing and cooing at him as his head snaps left and right. You have to pull him into your arms and just hold him there while he crumples against you like paper.

— Floch is still plagued by the deaths of his comrades, still filled with hatred for Marley, and the titans, and everyone that he feels is trying to prevent Eldia from having a future.

— He clings to you like you’ll slip right through his fingers. He’s terrified of losing you more than anything. It’s why he fights so hard.

— Lazy mornings are rare but when you don’t have to be out of bed straight away, he’s content to just lie there with you as the sun filters into the room. He’s softer then, rough fingertips tracing your features as his honey-colored eyes admire you, whispering sweet nothings and words of gentle worship.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky. I love you so much. You’re my everything. I’d risk everything for you. I’d die for you. I’d kill for you.”

“You’ll what now? 😀”

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #connie springer x reader #sasha braus x reader #yelena x reader #yelena aot x reader #pieck finger x reader #floch forster x reader #floch x reader #aot headcanons #snk x reader

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slxtslovebambi · 1 year

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Hi! Could you possibly write something for Floch Forster? SFW/NSFW... it's up to you what you feel like writing. I just kinda miss seeing Floch content on my feed 💖

I love writing for Floch, this was an idea I had a while ago so I hope you enjoy it (even tho it was a bit rushed) <3

Floch comforting his gf after a nightmare + pussy eating.

You wake up terrified from a nightmare, abruptly gasping for air as you hold your hand to your heart, feeling it race in shock.

Obviously the sounds of you inhaling in and out quickly woke up your boyfriend from his peaceful sleep.

He stares confused at you before turning on the small light on his nightstand.

"I don’t feel so good."

You explain quietly as you put your hand up to your forehead, groaning in pain at the ache in your head, making you regret every drop of alcohol you consumed before you went to bed.

"What happened baby?"

He asks concerned as he rubs his tired eyes while letting out a yawn.

"I had a nightmare."

“You did huh? Well let me help ya out then. Come here.” He sits up and pulls you close by grabbing onto your hips and pulling you in his lap.

His voice sounds raspy and gentle, giving you a warm feeling of comfort.

“There there...everything will be alright..." He whispers softly as you lay your head down on his shoulder, feeling himself calm down at the warmth of your body pressed against his.

You let out a small hum as his fingers traced soothing circles on your back, feeling your tense muscles relax and your migraine slowly melting away.

"You smell so good baby."

He kisses your shoulder affectionately as his other hand made its way down to your thigh and starts massaging it which a gentle touch.

A sigh escapes your lips when you feel his hand on your thigh as he presses his thumb into your skin, tracing small shapes everywhere.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He whispers quietly in your ear as you shake your head in response.

"That’s my good girl, just lay back and let me make you feel good."

He stacks two pillows on top of each other and makes you lay your head down on them before also placing one underneath your lower back.

"You should always wake me up at night if it means I get to eat you out." A sly smirk appears on his lips when he pulls down your shorts and leans over to leave kisses all over your ribs and stomach as you roll your eyes at his snarky comment.

"But even like this you still look beautiful baby."

You can feel his thumb brush over your slit as he places his other hand on your belly to rub it before placing himself between your legs on his stomach and pulling you closer to his face by your thighs.

"Just relax okay?"

You nod again, closing your eyes when you feel him kiss the inside of your thigh once more before he slides his tongue between your wet folds, beginning to suck on your clit.

You grab his hair with one hand as the other one slides under your shirt, squeezing your breast before playing softly with your sensitive nipple, whimpering quietly at the feeling of Floch slowly licking up and down your slit.

He increases his speed before swirling his tongue from side to side, leaving your thighs shivering while arching your back.

"Remember baby, keep your legs wide open for me. I know you can do it."

He pauses as he looks up at you with swollen lips and ruffled hair before forcing your legs further apart.

You twitch in response as your voice trembles with a mix of frustration and need as you beg him to keep going.

He just chuckles as he buries his face deep down in your cunt again, slurping loudly as he continues to teases your sensitive clit before slowly inserting two fingers right into your heat, giving you even more pleasure than before.

Your breath hitches as a soft needy moan escapes your lips.

"Mhmm right there, keep doing that."

You whisper quietly, biting down on your lip as you feel him curl his fingers inside of you.

He isn’t worrying about anything right now, all he wants to do is to please you.

He always enjoyed having you like this, knowing that he was the one to get you so aroused and whiny.

The intense feeling of stimulation is sending pure waves of pleasure through your body as you notice that Floch has sped up once again, getting you closer to climaxing.

"Mhmm g-go faster please." You moan as you close your eyes again while throwing your head back.

He keeps eating you out hungrily as if he was starving, focusing on stimulating your G-spot and nibbling on your clit, causing you to squirm as you mind goes blank and you reach your orgasm.

Floch continues sliding his fingers in and out of you as he removes his face from your dripping pussy.

"You did so good from me baby." You can hear his voice being even scratchier than before as he looks at you with a loving smirk.

He pulls out his fingers, leaving your hole clenching around air as he licks them clean and leans down next to you before wrapping his arms around you protectively.

"You taste just as sweet as you look."

"You just had to ruin it didn’t you?"

"Oh c’mon you know I’m just playing, I love you."

"I love you too idiot."

#aot smut #aot x female reader #aot x y/n #floch x reader #floch forster x reader #floch smut #floch forster #floch forster smut #snk floch #snk smut #aot floch

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kaigarax · 10 months

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Floch Forester x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love through a moment of certainty.”

Love, to Floch Forester, is an experience that is unanimous amongst all humans. From the kindest soul to the darkest heart. While it’s often brought into question if everyone has the capability to love, Floch knows it to be certain. Afterall, love is a necessity needed to survive. And if love is a unanimous experience then falling in love is a moment of certainty.

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“Stop. Why are you being so weird all of a sudden?”

Floch can hear the familiar voices but he just can’t seem to see their faces. He just can’t seem to grasp their names as they fade in and out of his memory.

His body aches. As though he’s been put through the ringer and left to hang for days. He’s drenched in water that stings his eyes and he’s certain he’s already begun to bleed out.

The end is near.

“Aw, REDACTED has a fan!” a familiar voice teases, “who better to have as a fan than a Titan fanatic such as the REDACTED?”

Lifting his gun he aims the barrel of the gun towards the engine of the strange machine.

Why is he doing that again?

For REDACTED. For the New World. For the life he REDACTED.

He looks away from the engine before shooting.

As soon as the bullets leave his gun a figure swooshes in towards him. His body screams in pain as a blade slices into him. Adrenaline fills his veins as the fear of an upcoming death ultimately begins to rear its head.

Is this really the end?

The various figures are discussing something amongst themselves yet Floch, for the life of him, can’t see their faces. But they feel… familiar.

“REDACTED!” Someone screams, “he shot holes in the fuel tank. We can’t fly like this!”

A feeling of relief and pride washes over him.

He was successful in something.

For once in his life, he had control over something in his life.

“Oh no… did I ruin your little plans? My-” He sneers, though a vicious cough cuts off his sentence.

Then someone comes towards him.

You come towards him.

He can’t exactly make out your name or face but he knows for certain it’s you. Who you are though, he isn’t sure.

His heart flutters the same way it did when he was a school boy.

You kneel down so your face is close to his, asking, “was it worth it?”

Was what worth it?

Before Floch can figure out his own answer he hears his voice, “not a chance.”

You stand up, pointing the barrel of the gun to his head, “you really did follow him all the way to the end,” you look away, “this one’s on you.”

The ringing of a gunshot sends Floch jolting out of bed in a panicked sweat.

The sensation of dying is something that never truly leaves you. That brief moment where every part of you shuts down and everyone else leaves you for dead.

Laying in bed, Floch tries to recall your face.

Your features seem to drift in and out of his mind. As soon as he manages to capture a glimpse of you in his mind it disappears, as if snatched out of his mind by time itself. As though something is telling him that this isn’t something he’s supposed to remember. The only thing that Floch really forces his mind to linger on is an image of ice blue crystal. He isn’t exactly sure how he knows its crystal but what else could it be?

Fragments of ice blue crystals.

A crystal pawn left on the ground forgotten in an overgrown garden.

Crystal blue eyes staring deeply into his own.

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Floch had never been a big fan of gathering resources but it didn’t sound so bad when he first volunteered. The Garrison soldier had been listening to another long winded speech when someone had mentioned the need to go into town to buy some new supplies. He was quick to volunteer, if not to escape another hour of pointless ranting.

If, of course, Floch had known they would be heading into the bigger towns he would have endured that hour of pointless ranting. This resource gathering excursion was beginning to look as though it would take up to four or five hours.

Note to self: never again volunteer for unnecessary work.

At least this was better than working on the farms.

Following the others around while carrying things for them gives him time to think about other things. Nothing really productive but at least his brain isn’t turning to mush.

Floch mostly finds himself reminiscing on his days in cadet training. He’d never been all that competent and half assed his way through most of the work but he thinks he was happy there. At least happier than he was right now.

In the midst of their walk through the town, Floch spots a flash of colour. It’s nothing bold and abstract but a distinct shade that reminds Floch of something else. It sends a flash of feeling through him and he is suddenly left feeling as though he’s lost something.

He runs his hands through his pockets to make sure nothing has dropped out.

Then, he pulls out the small bag and searches through it.

“Are you okay, Forester?” Another Garrison soldier asks.

“I-” Floch shakes his head before running out of the store room. He ended up dropping all the things he had been carrying, which would definitely get him in trouble later, but that wasn’t important.

Right now he needed to find whatever it was.

His head whips around as he frantically searches for that familiar flash of colour again. He’s almost desperate.

“How far are you willing to go?” asks a voice in his head.

Floch shakes his head again.

And there! He spots it.

He practically sprints towards the flash of colour, reaching out into the crowd and coming out with your hand tightly wrapped in his own.

“Oh, hi there, Officer.” they’re strangely calm for a person that’s just been pulled out of a crowd but Floch, in his current mood, ignores it. “Have I done something wrong?”

Floch feels as though his heart has suddenly stopped as his eyes meet with yours. You’re smiling pleasantly though your eyes are icy. It’s not a pleasant look but it strangely makes Floch feel relaxed.

Weird.

“Officer?” You ask.

“Sorry, you a…” he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, “you dropped this.”

“I dropped this?” You eye the handkerchief, “I’m sorry to inform you, Officer, but this isn’t mine. The material is rather coarse for my liking and I’m not a big fan of handkerchiefs in the first place. But thank you for your concern.”

“Oh.”

Floch obviously knew it wasn’t yours. It was his handkerchief in the first place, but it was the first thing he could think of after pulling you out of the crowd so suddenly.

“So, is that all, Officer?” you ask.

“Um, yes.” Floch mumbles, “sorry about that, Miss.”

You jerk your hand away from his hold but smile pleasantly, “that’s alright.”

Then the two of you stand awkwardly. Staring at each other for what feels like a long while. People have begun to look at the two of you apprehensively. Probably mostly at him. It isn’t often that people don’t look at Garrison Officers in a strange manner.

The Garrison branch never did have a good reputation with the people.

“So, is that all?” You ask.

“Ah, yes.” Floch looks away, “it should be.”

“Great.” you give him a small smile before turning around. Before you can disappear though Floch feels a jolt of panic run through him. He’s quick to reach out towards you again and pulls you back towards him, bursting out, “do I know you?”

Floch expects you to start shouting or even hit him. He had been rather grabby and clingy. Especially for a stranger. In fact, Floch is certain he would have thrown a punch or two by now if a stranger had been this forward with him. But you don’t. Instead, you turn back towards him with a curious look in your eyes.

You look as though you’re searching for something that isn’t there. Then you smile in a way that feels almost nostalgic, “I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry,” Floch shrugs, “it’s just that you’re so familiar.”

You chuckle, “perhaps we knew each other in a past life.”

Past lives.

The idea is commonplace as the definition quickly floats into Floch’s head. But he can’t recall if he’s ever heard someone else use that term before. He just can’t remember where he learned that phrase before.

Had he learned it from a book?

No. It’s much too fantastical.

Perhaps a story then? Nothing written down, as fantasy novels were always much too expensive, but perhaps in a spoken tale? Something his mother might have told him about when he was younger.

“Are you okay, Mister?”

Mister.

Someone that looks awfully similar to you smiles. At first, Floch thinks that it must be you but she’s older by at least five years. Her hair is longer than your own and clothes aren’t like anything else Floch has ever seen. It looks like a military uniform of some sort but nothing he’s ever seen inside the walls of Paradis. The striking red band around her arm stands out against the brown and grey uniform.

There’s a warm feeling that pools in Floch’s stomach as he looks at her.

Perhaps that feeling has come from all the drinks he’s had.

Strange. He doesn't drink.

“At least one of us is in a good mood.” says a voice. It takes Floch a moment to realise the voice is speaking to the woman. It takes him another to realise that the voice is coming from him. “So, what brings you back here?”

“I’m not too sure about it either, but perhaps I just wanted more of your ‘amazing’ advice.” She gestures to the bartender to pour more into the empty mugs in front of them.

Floch eyes her questioningly.

Don’t worry,” she laughs, “it’s one me.”

“Forester? What are you doing standing in the middle of the road?”

Floch only shrugs.

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Is he going crazy?

Has he already gone crazy?

What in goodness' name is happening?

Floch Forester has never once considered himself someone easily distracted but he’s suddenly finding it very hard to keep his thoughts straight. To keep his wits about himself. He’d been so distracted that the Garrison Commander had given him the day off. And who is he to say no to time off?

Floch has spent the majority of his life without a uniform but he finds it almost strange to walk through town without it. He feels invisible. Sure, not many people noticed him with it on but they didn’t outright ignore him either.

“Mister!”

Floch whips his head around at the sound of your familiar voice.

“It’s you.” He says, your name alluding him.

You’re sitting at a table just outside the coffee shop, a game of chess in front of you. There’s no one sitting across from you but they could have been in the washroom.

Floch walks up to you, “what’re you doing?”

“Enjoying the wonderful day.” you smile, “what about you? You’re not in uniform.”

“I guess I’m doing the same. It’s my day off.”

“How pleasant.” you gesture to the seat in front of you, “would you like to join me?”

Floch finds it weird that you’ve asked him to take a seat with you. He’d personally never call out to someone he’s only met once but he supposes you might just be a friendly person. You do seem rather familiar with him.

Did you maybe feel the same way that he did?

He eyes the chair in front of him before eventually deciding to take the seat.

Unlike most of the chess sets Floch has seen (which isn’t many) the pieces aren’t black and white. Instead they’re white and blue. Floch wondered if they’re made of coloured glass, like the kind you see in churches. The designs of the chess pieces are intricate and delicate. Floch wanderers if the pieces would shatter if he threw the board to the ground.

“Do you play?” you ask.

Floch shrugs, “I mean I know the rules.”

“Do you want to play?”

“No.”

“Come on, Forester,” you tease, “scared you’ll lose?”

Floch raises a brow, “do you really think it’s okay for you to act so familiar with an Officer that you don’t know?”

“Do you dislike it?”

He rolls his eyes, “what’s so interesting about chess anyways?”

“Well, I find that the pieces are quite like people.”

“What? Do they speak to you or something?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Then what?”

“It’s in the way that people move.” your eyes sparkle in amusement, “their actions and capabilities are very much like chess pieces. In fact, you and I are quite like chess pieces as well.”

“So what do you think I am?”

“A pawn.”

He scrunches his face up.

You laugh, “don’t be so upset! I personally am quite fond of pawns. They’re always the pieces that end up surprising you the most.”

Floch plucks a light blue pawn from the board.

The grooves are so familiar and its colour is seemingly something out of a dream. He can’t recall ever seeing this particular shade of blue anywhere but it’s so familiar to him. So…

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Floch’s eyes meet with yours, “how did you know my surname?” Floch’s heart is beating erratically. He feels like a boy that just suddenly learned how babies are made. His palms are sweaty and he’s at the precipice of finally discovering something really important. Something that would most certainly change everything.

“I heard the other soldier call you that the other day.” you answer, not missing a beat.

“(Y/n).” he says, “your name’s (Y/n), isn’t?”

Everything seems to fall into place. As though a part of him has finally been found.

Your smile drops but the curious look in your eyes doesn't disappear as you lean forward towards him, “how much do you remember?”

Floch grins, “pawns, huh?”

Fall in love through a moment of certainty.

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