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ivelyeon · 2 months
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Erwin with that nipple piercing and Reiner!!! 😫🤰🏻
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The way I’d be bouncing around on top of Jean GAWDHHHHH AHHHHH 😭😂
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I love you: artofneight
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ramonathinks · 8 months
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CONNIE, FLOCH, EREN, HAWKS, GOJO, GETOU
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xfgpng · 11 months
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“stretch you out”
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you wanted to make it work. he was trying and while you knew you deserved better, you stayed because it was easier than starting over and over all the time.
the problem was that your rival and childhood crush was always around for you. despite the constant arguing and fighting, he always seemed to pull through just for you.
it was clear that he liked you just as much as you liked him but this, whatever it was, was easier than admitting your feelings. it worked for now and that’s all you needed.
“this pussy belongs to me baby” he grins, slapping your ass with every hard thrust, “all fucking mine”
“yeah” you moan, gripping the sheets so hard that it ripped, “it’s yours”
“that’s my girl” he smirks, pulling his cock all the way out just to spit on your pussy. you were already so wet and sensitive and he knew he never needed the extra lubricant but he loved making you feel dirty.
“bet he can’t make you feel this good, can he?” he asks but he knows you’re too far gone to answer him.
not that he cares, he knows you belong to him.
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|| eren, floch, suna, atsumu, dabi, chrollo
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tvgals · 6 months
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‘ I AM THE COWBOY … ‘
myaa note — someone pls understand the title. ALSO I NEVER SEE ANY FLOCH FICS SO I MUST DELIVER …
synopsis — floch always spoils you n helps you with whatever you need, but when he sees your new attitude, he decides to postpone on his spending.
@punkologist
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“baby, please jus’ buy me the bag!” you plead with your boyfriend. he just shakes his head in disapproval. “nope. you getting too spoiled. when you change that attitude, you can get whatever you want.” floch says, rubbing your thigh and scratching your head, his fingers getting lost in your head of curls.
floch was right. you’d been acting cockier than ever, deciding to post pictures on instagram where you’re practically naked, wearing only a mini skirt and what can barely be considered a crop top, the picture showing the slight glint of your promise ring that sat on your ring finger. “no, my attitudes been the same!” you argue, looking up at your boyfriends eyes. “no it hasn’t. quit lyin’ to me. i seen your texts to yo friends, sayin’ im gon’ get you this and that. imagine how you look now that you ain’t gone get it at all.” floch shrugs his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the tv.
you scrunch your face up at the thought of not getting what you want. you push yourself off of floch. he shoots you a glare and sits up on his elbows. “you just hate me don’t you?” you ask, your lip jutting out, tears threatening to fall. floch knew all about your dramatics, your ways to get into his head, and he was having none of it. “you just want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, huh? i hate you!” you accuse your boyfriend, a sultry grin on his face. you stomp your way to your shared bedroom, slamming the door to make a point. floch chuckles to himself, laying back down on his hands, watching the tv.
after a while of waiting for you to come back out, floch stands up and takes a deep breath, walking to the bedroom where you resided. “baby.” floch called out as firm yet gentle as he could. “hmph.” you grunted, showing disinterest into the conversation you know you’re about to have. “don’t ignore me.” floch mumbles, crawling up on the bed behind you. he turns your body onto your back and looks down at you, your tear stained cheeks breaking his heart.
“you’re fine, mama. it’s alright.” floch says, pressing kisses along your neck. “no it’s not..” you sniffle, looking away from your boyfriend. “it’s gon’ have to be alright.” he says, pushing your shirt up. “you’re so beautiful, could never hate my pretty girl.” he mumbles against your skin, still pressing kisses to your torso. once he gets to your pelvis, he looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “can i? i know you hate me oh so much…” floch grins. your eyes widen and you curl your toes. “of course you can…i didn’t mean it i promise…” you whine. “mhm.” he hums. floch strips you of your sweatpants and panties, throwing them onto the floor.
he delves his head between your legs, his hands holding onto your thighs. he tongue fucks you for a few minutes, knowing you can’t possibly only get off to only that. he moans into your pussy, pressing wet kisses to your pretty heat. “my pretty mama..” floch moans. he ruts his hips into the mattress, pre cum leaking from his pink tip.
“please fuck me…” you whine, arching your back. floch snarls at your demand, deciding to retract from your pussy. you start to cry at the sudden loss of pleasure. “w-why’d you st-op?” you ask, frowning. “don’t demand shit from me after saying you hate me n shit.” floch laughs at you. you cry and whine at this, facing away from him. before he leaves out the room he looks at you, “‘nd don’t even try to touch yourself.” and floch walks away as your legs shake in desperation. floch — who was rather unbothered — plopped back onto the couch. you glared at the door that your boyfriend just left out of. you sat there for a while, making sure he wouldn’t come back inside. you opened your legs up and brought your other one to play with your nipples. “fuck..” you whispered, plunging two of your fingers into your sweet cunt. you tried your hardest to cover up your moans to no avail.
floch knew what you were doing, and he’d hate to say it made him hard. he grinned and turned the tv up, just so you get the illusion he can’t hear you at all. once you finally came with a strained moan, you fall asleep almost immediately. a few hours later floch walked in to see your sleeping body, your cunt still out for display. he smiles at the scene and kissed your forehead before cuddling up behind you and tucking you under the covers.
the next morning it’s safe to say you woke up with a louis vuitton purse on your nightstand with a note that read-
‘next time be quieter.’
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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.
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❥ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
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— 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.  
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❥ 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒
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— 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-
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❥ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
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— 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.
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❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀
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— 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.
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❥ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
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— 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.
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❥ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
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— 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? 😀”
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slxtslovebambi · 1 year
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Stalker analysis.
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Characters: Eren and Floch <3
Synopsis: what kind of stalkers/yandere they would be.
Warnings: the titel says it all
Wc: 900+
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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."
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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."
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Might create a tag list (idk yet)
Don’t forget to like and reblog <3
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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 · 7 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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abrabloodycadabra · 1 year
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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year
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"I Love You" "I Hate You" || Floch Forster
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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.
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"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."
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@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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h. hi do u have any thoughts about levi / floch and if so may i hear them ^_^; .. relationship thoughts , perchance 🐺
YA <3 ..... sfw but no minors on my page pls
Levi
Levi is surprisingly an excellent baker…store bought desserts are often too sweet or artificial for his tastes so he just makes them himself and he’s really good at it! Baking for you easily becomes one of his love languages..
This can pose a slight problem when you sneak into the kitchen while he’s in the middle of his process and try to stick a finger in whatever batter/filling he’s mixing. He is SWATTING your hand away at the speed of light… giving you that disappointed, tired stare like “we literally talked about this :/”
He’s not a monster though—he’ll let you taste stuff if you just use a clean spoon! Keep the filthy mitts AWAY >:(
He’s into wordle lmao. And he doesn’t explicitly ask or state it but he expects you to do it with him everyday….it’s a collaborative project! He’ll be in the other room like “okay. I’m checking out the wordle now.” And if you just respond with an acknowledgment without dropping what you’re doing to come assist him he’ll peek his head in on you like… did you hear me? Im doing the wordle 😒! And you better make haste to go join him!
He spoils pets more than you…. & I think he’s seriously baffled that you’d wanna deny them human food. Gives you the straightest, most serious face and is like hey. your son is sad. he needs a piece of that sandwich. Looks at you like you just kicked a puppy in front of him when you say no.
You tease him for how particular he is about seemingly random things a lot… one day you bring up the cup holding thing and he sets his mug down like “Oh my god is this going to be a whole thing? It does not need to be.” You exhaust him!
If you’re ever sick he is concerned but also full hazmat suiting… Do not expect any kisses till you’re recovered and he is certain you’re not contagious. This man will wear a mask around you if you have a SNIFFLE. But he also is preparing soup, medicine, tea—whatever you may possibly need he has it ready…. He is an acts of service king of course he won’t leave you hanging.
Undefeated back rub giving KING. He’ll wear this bored expression like he’s thinking about something else while he absolutely DEMOLISHES any knots in your muscles…leaving you a comfortable jello consistency. It’s so routine for him—he knows the exact expression you’ll wear on your face before asking for a back rub and he’s gotten so familiar he’ll stop what he’s doing and motion for you to lay on the bed before you even get the words out.
He’s not shy asking you to play with his hair, especially because he knows you really enjoy it, but he will also ask you to wash your hands first….it’s nothing personal but he just watched you take your phone into the bathroom with you and he already showered tonight :/ It feels like a reasonable request.
His insomnia is annoying as hell when you just wanna fall asleep cuddling and stay cuddling all night. He’ll usually come cuddle for a bit when you fall asleep and occasionally he will fall asleep like that for a little while… but after at most an hour that man is sneaking back up to drink some tea and do paperwork or smth :/ Then he wakes up before you so bed empty in the morning :(
Floch (was scared bc u love him so i kept it brief )
Big banter enjoyer… This man is insanely sarcastic and dry and he loves when you’ll stick to the bit with him—he’s also never once shied away from teasing you for stupid stuff.
Oh thank god! I was really worried you’d remember the notebook you need for class today—What a close call 😮‍💨. Let’s head back. 
Right! I’m just glad we’ll manage to miss the train because of it !
He gets really puffy under eye bags so you teach him hydrating and soothing skin care that’ll help. He ends up really liking your self care ideas… the next time you see him you’re walking in on Floch leaning back on a chair with cucumbers on his eyes wearing your robe and one of your headbands… he’s so zen at that moment he doesn’t even notice you taking his picture. It becomes a point of tension when you won’t delete it as your lock screen afterwards for weeks.
He will fight dirty to get you to do what he wants. Maybe you were thinking of joining some friends for a girl’s night out at the bar… Floch is prepared with your favorite movie and some persuasive words to make you remember how much you prefer staying in with him! 
He will drop bad news in the form of doorknob confessions… like by the way my parents need to stay here this weekend! See ya. 🚶(leaves and turns off his phone)
He’ll make fun of you for the shows you’re into then be fully invested in them….. Fully pouts because you watched an episode of Fruits Basket without him like ???? He said he didn’t like it :/
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ivelyeon · 25 days
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Floch and Jean d!ck me down pls 😌
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i just wanna.. 👀🫦
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Art of the neight
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callie-the-creator · 4 months
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they’re just like me fr…
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dolcezzzza · 11 months
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Hi! I'm not sure if you write for him, but for the NSFW ask game, could you do B, M and O for Floch Forster?
Mmm 👀 I have actually never written for Floch… so okay okay let me play around with this a little… hehe I hope that this does him justice!
ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: bondage / bruising, possessive vibes; fully g/n reader
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B for Bondage [Who gets tied up and how?]
Floch Forster asks your permission, but he’s already holding the rough, frayed, thick ropes when he does; and how can you say no to the proposition, with his earnest gaze and hands so full? He has a soft smile on his face as he does it, but he can’t hide the way his breath catches in his throat, the dip of his Adam’s apple shivering with the eager swallow of his breath. There you are now, arms up, kept helplessly splayed against the mattress. And he can tell from the slight furrow of your brow and the way your skin is pinching in tiny lines against the rope that it does hurt a little to be splayed out and helpless; but when you look back at him, he can also tell there’s a shiver of excitement there in your eyes too, even if the imprints will leave hollow textured bracelets bejeweled with bruises for the next day or two. And he runs a finger over your lips, watching your jaw go slack. The imprints, he thinks, are good. All the better if you like them too, but for him, the purpose will be no souvenir of pleasure; but a reminder- that even if you hide the marks, you know that you belong only to him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, all while closing his hands over where the ropes suffocate your wrists.
M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]
During the day, Floch can barely hide his jealousy – possessiveness, really – when other people get too close to you, but it erupts out of him at night in the bed you share. No, no, nothing misplaced, but it’s fervent, because when he looks at you and sees your pretty face turned to him, he just can’t help but think how wrong it is that anyone else could look at you the same way. They shouldn’t dare. So he moans promises and fears in the name of “praise” as he kisses across your skin. He tells you that you’re perfect in sentences broken by a tongue busy on your body, he hisses that you’re the only one, demands that you dress, that you move, for only him. And what he loves to hear, what makes him groan, bury his head in you and fuck you harder, are the sweet crooning reassurances you give back. You only have eyes for him, he’s so good, he’s perfect for you. No one else. Only him. Only you and him, together. “Do you promise you’ll be good for me? Always?”
O for Oral [Giving or receiving? Why?]
Floch worships your body with his tongue, so desperate to prove his devotion, his worthiness, to make sure you feel the same aching addiction for him. And in turn, he loves to feel you put your mouth on him and give the same attention with wordless, energetic breaths. He puts his hands on the back of your head and stands with tense legs, head back, waterfalls of burnt hair slipping over his closed eyes, down the back of his neck, letting his own moans out as you gag on his cock. He’s not pushing you down, but he’s keeping you there. The closer you bring him to the edge, the more his hands shake, his core muscles almost spasm with the tension. When he looks down with a sharp inhale, that’s when he meets your eyes, beading with tears and lips spread open around him, and he comes hard, almost crying out his oh, oh, ohs as he does. Sometimes he does push and keep your mouth around him to swallow it down; other times he’ll pull out, stroke the last few pumps out as his voice goes guttural, and it splashes on your face. “I got you a little messy… how does it taste?”
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captainleviswifee · 1 month
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Floch Forster (AoT) Commission fan art!
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So someone commissioned me for a Floch fanart 💖
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vampcubus · 1 year
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
floch forster x reader
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You’ve got him face-down ass up, amber eyes flooded with tears and rolled back as you pound his ass into oblivion until he can’t even speak.
“You’re so much prettier when you’re not running that filthy mouth.” it’s backhanded praise but Floch laps it up anyways, tongue hanging out of his drooling mouth, soaking the sheets with his spit as you keep his face pressed tightly against the bed. “Though with all the wailing you’re doing I might have to gag you still, lest you want the rest of the Yeagerists to know what a slut you are.”
Your harsh words only make him arch his back and buck his hips harder into your brutal thrusts, pushing back against the hand you have bruising his hip. His face is flushed with humiliation but his cock is harder than ever, dripping with pre. With the way Floch was always shooting off at the mouth and beating down his former comrades you were surprised to find out what a submissive wreck he was as soon as someone touched his cock. You don’t know when he went from a spineless coward to a sadistic freak, but he seemed to crumble around you. 
You know what they say about a paper man.
“Fuck fuck fuck. c’mon I know you – ahhh – can fuck me harder than that!” Floch barely manages to choke out, and you’re in awe of his audacity for a few moments before your hips snap almost painfully hard against his ass and he cries out hoarsely. “Fuckkk! just like that yes yes!”
“You’re in no position to be barking orders at me, Floch. But since you’re so dead set on not walking tomorrow I’ll indulge you just this once.” You laugh, pupils blown as you watch him squirm helplessly. Your thighs and abdominals burn from the effort of fucking him so intensely but you won’t stop until you’ve forced another orgasm out of him. He’s already cum twice, his cock red and overstimulated as it bobs in time with your thrusts, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is your strap rearranging his guts and your bruising grip, the way the sweat dripping down both your bodies makes your skin slide deliciously against his.
Your hand leaves his head and your hips slow just enough for you to reach underneath his hips and turn him over onto his back. The faux length slips out of him in the process and he whines at the loss, suddenly shy at the exposed position as you lift his legs and nearly fold him in half before lining yourself up and pressing back inside of him. All thoughts leave him as the tip bumps against his prostate, willing his jaw to go slack again as you continue your savage pace from before, bullying that spot. He has that faraway look you love, face fully flushed red and eyes staring dazed at nothing as he claws and squirms.
His moans become high-pitched and girlish, his dick throbbing against his wet stomach, balls tensing up in preparation. You keep one arm around his knees to keep him bent the way you want and wriggle a free hand around to pump his cock mercilessly, delighting in the way he screams out his ecstasy, sounding crazed as you overwhelm him with the two-sided pleasure.
“Gonna cum gonna cum!” Floch wails urgently, all his muscles tightening as he approaches the point of no return. And just as he dances on the edge, you stop. Your hand leaves his dick and your hips still. “NO! No c’mon I’m so fucking close!”
He thrashes angrily, but you hold him still as he raves and sobs. His length jumps and for a moment you fear he may release anyways, but he doesn’t spill a drop, hips writhing in an attempt to regain the friction you’d oh so cruelly stolen from him.
“Beg for it or I’ll leave you like this.” 
Floch whines pitifully at the thought, wondering briefly if you really would. Surely this wasn’t just hatefucking to you, surely this meant you cared for him to some degree and he was justified in throwing himself at you for the slightest sign of interest after months of watching you from afar. You were always so frustratingly captivating, you were oblivious to his longing looks for so long, until he pledged himself to Eren Yeager’s cause and clawed his way to the top of command. That must be why you finally noticed him right? He was important and now he could claim the object of his obsession. You were so mean to him but he didn’t care, he had your full attention and he intended to drown in it. Even if that meant he had to beg for it.
“You fucking – god, fuck – please! Fuck me please, I’ll do anything just let me cum!”
“And who’s bitch are you?” you press, cunt throbbing at seeing such an insufferable man reduced to a sniveling mess.
“Yours! I’m your bitch, your slut – just please, ruin me.” 
Satisfied with his desperate pleas you start up again, pounding into him with renewed fervor in a way that makes him squeal. He’s thrown straight back onto the edge, face twisted into a sinful ahegao that makes you clench around nothing. You’re so wet you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs, the constant rub of the base of the toy against your clit almost enough to have you creaming.
“Thank you – oh thank you – ahh ah! AHH! C-cumming! I’m–” Floch nearly goes cross-eyed as he cums, hot seed being pushed up his shaft as he spurts all over his own chest. Some ropes even land on his face in his folded position, painting his cheeks. His whole body is taut, his abs flexing and his cock jerking with every spasm. 
You watch raptly as he comes apart at the seams, fucking him through his orgasm. After a long minute, he finally goes limp and lax, and you let his legs fall apart onto the bed.
You’re breathing so heavily you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, it’s almost deafening as you slow your hips and finally give your body a rest. Floch is in another dimension still, so you take the time to observe him, eyes scanning over your vicious bite marks and hickeys that litter his entire body. He really is beautiful when he’s pliant and fucked out, it was a shame he was the bane of your existence outside this room. You smooth your palms over his shaking legs and slowly pull out of him, his hips jumping involuntarily from the overstimulation. You wriggle out of the harness as soon as you’re able to stand on your jelly legs, stumbling into the bathroom for a damp rag.
The man hasn’t moved a bit when you return but he jerks when the wet rag touches the flesh of his belly, wiping away his many releases from his tummy to between his legs and he squirms but doesn’t object. By the time you reach his face he’s already staring at you, half-lidded and sated as you clean him up. This wasn’t a part of your usual routine. You cuddled after sometimes sure, but real aftercare had been absent from your arrangement until now. You’re not quite sure what to make of the sudden impulse to nurture, knowing it was nothing good. 
You shouldn’t encourage his already blatant delusions. You aren’t lovers, this was for convenience – and because you wanted to put him in his place. But was that even the whole truth anymore or just what you told yourself?
Floch doesn’t seem convinced, that dull blush and smug grin already returning to his face as you dote on him with surprising gentleness. Damn him.
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