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Oh goddamn 😩 I want him!! Let me have him!

✧ 10th October ✧

Porco Galliard // An Attempt From Temptation (f! marleyan doctor reader)

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warnings : masturbating, oral receiving, sloppy seconds

it was already startling to see pieck on the floor while being fours first thing in the morning but the sight of you being on fours during the warrior's health check while examining pieck was definitely going to be the end of porco. he stifled a cough as you were on the floor beside pieck "so you definitely don't feel any discomfort pieck-san?" was one of the questions that he was able to heard before his gaze lingered on your body. the long red skirt of your uniform hasn't done you justice because porco knows you have a luscious body but it was always covered with baggy uniforms, even baggier casual attires. his boner was getting horrible as he kept shifting every twenty seconds and finally had enough, intending to jack off and calm down in the bathroom until he heard your voice. "galliard-san? It's your turn now" you smiled to the jaw titan user as he walked towards you, placing his coat over his crotch to hide his rising turn on. he sat down and his body was visibly stiff as you placed the stetoscope under his shirt, his body heating up. "hm? are you having a fever galliard-san?" you stared at him with concern that porco coughed "yeah, just a bit tired that's all" he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible "I see. please don't strain yourself, I don't want commander magath to come and complain to me now" you winked playfully as porco straighten his body.

shit, youre so pretty he almost came in his pants.

"does any problems concern you these days? besides the fever?" you asked again as he quickly shook his head "no" you nodded and wrote on a paper. "alright, youre done then. yeager-san? your turn" you smiled while porco dashed to the exit door, panting and he looked down to see a wet patch on his trousers. he groaned and rushed to the bathroom, unzipping his pants and his hard cock sprung out. he wrapped his hand around it and closed his eyes, masturbating to the memory of the position you are in prior. he grunted, movements getting faster as he imagine how you would look from the back, how pretty would you look with your back arched and his fingers in your mouth. porco ejaculated into the toilet bowl, spraying it as he tapped the tip for any leftovers before cleaning his pick with a tissue.

hell, he's feeling real guilty right now. you're a doctor doing your job and making sure to understand the titan's power and here he is, being turned on by it. he threw the tissue into the bin and wore his coat, exiting the toilet and straightening himself

"galliard-san? thank goodness, i found you!" shit, he can feel himself getting hard again "I was wondering if you could follow me for the psychical titan's test?" porco took a deep breath "i thought the test was tomorrow?" you smiled "it was supposed to be tomorrow but tomorrow willy tybur is giving his speech and i'm concerned we won't have much time until then. the sooner the better, porco" the way his name rolled on your tongue made his blood rushed to his again at how sexy it sounded. thank god, the coat is long and stopped just on his upper knee so you had no idea how hard his erection is. he agreed and followed you to the marleyan military compound where you stretched your head "alright galliard-san, i think you better your shirt off so it won't disintegrate while you transform" you said casually while porco tried not to choke "really?" he asked, trying to keep his voice cold but you smiled "why? i won't look, porco. i promise"

porco was flabbergasted at least and he imagined again how'd you look like, under him.. and he's behind you. he's imagining it so much that he doesn't care anymore. an attempt is made as he pulled your arm and kissed you with intensity that made your eyes widened. he was quick with his tongue and swiped it on your lower lip as his hands gripped your waist, trying to control himself as best as he could. you find yourself melting in the kiss as a string of saliva was connected on your lips when the kiss was separated that left you speechless and panting.

"sorry, sorry. you're just.. really pretty to me" porco explained "i shouldn't have-" before he could continue, you kissed him again and wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him. the compound didn't had any other company besides you two so it was perfect.

sounds of skin slapping could be heard but both of you are too far in pleasure now. porco enjoying your scent and your taste as he ate you out while you're in your knees, desperately keeping yourself up as you panted "porco.. no.. I wanna cum, please" you said with tears in your eyes as he cruelly rubbed your slick vagina but not touching your clit at all, leaving you a whimpering and overstimulated mess. he teased you for hours now as your thick thighs were wet from his spit and your own essence that he can't help but slap it, making you yelp.

"there, there.. wanna cum so bad?" he asked, taunting even as he fingered two in your pussy while placing his chest in your back "yes, please.. please, just.. a-ah! n-no, put it back in.." you mewled as he pulled his fingers out and licked them. he tapped his tip on your damp pussy "here I come" he snickered as he made an easy entrance, grabbing to your ass while doing so.

you moaned as he picked up the pace subtlety "oh.. mmf!" you whined as his nails dug into your ass and he watched your back arch for him, the sight turning him on too quickly. he felt himself cumming inside but didn't pulled out, instead grounding himself with you and made slow and deep thrust. "so pretty.. so cute for me.. what do you say, y/n? be my girlfriend?" he asked by your ear as he kept his chest to your back as you babbled "mmh.. girlfriend.. y-yes.." you said as your head got dizzy. porco smiled and licked your skin before straightening himself again. he placed his hands on your tits and sat you up as he found a particular angle that made your eyes wide. "oh, found the jackpot" he smirked and made fast thrusts, the squelching sinful sounds audible as he can feel his climax coming.

you hold yourself steady and closed your eyes shut as you felt his semen spurting inside for the second time, once he pulled out from your pussy the white and thick cum oozed out as you smiled at the sight of it. porco smiled in satisfaction as he watched you lied on your chest.

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There's just something about AoT trios

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I’m crying…pls not this 😰😢💔

Rating: 18+ mdni!

Whatever you do, do not imagine Porco realizing he has a breeding kink after inheriting the Jaw Titan (but in an angsty way)

Imagine knowing the Warriors, being friends with Reiner and the others but Porco always hating you for some reason? Like the constant bickering between you two, nothing you say will ever be right in his eyes, etc. You're friends with them all but you're vocal about how heartbreaking their line of work is. Thirteen year lifespan? Porco's adamant that it's their duty to protect and serve Marley, and that it's their legacy to do so, but their abandoning their families and giving up the chance to have families of their own? He just thinks your selfish for putting your own needs before your country.

After Fort Slava, Porco and the other Warriors return, now Porco has inherited the Jaw Titan and there's is a power and honor that he has, but he does feel the weight of his choice as well, and sometimes it keeps him up at night when he thinks about the clock that has started counting down in his mind? And about what you had said about legacy?

Sometime during the first battle in Liberio, Porco is in his titan form and he spots you rushing into a building that's too close to the fighting for his comfort, and he feels an overpowering urge to scream, to emerge from his titan and pull you out of there himself, before you get hurt. But then you're quickly running out, holding a child in your arms? He watches you bring the crying infant to the mother and father. They envelop you with open arms and are crying too, thanking you for saving their child, just moments before the house you were in gets crushed as the battle continues. He thinks about that at night too, how you risked your life to save another. He also can't get the imagine of you holding that child so close to your chest. He remembers you smiling as you discussed your desire for a child someday, and rather shamefully he can feel his chest tighten, a familiar pool of heat forming in his abdomen as he lets his thoughts wander.

Days later, you're with the Warriors again, still fazed with how close you were the warfare and the brutality of it all, and Porco can't even look at you because he's realizing now how close he got to losing you? But you're not even his, what is he talking about. He excuses himself from dinner as soon as you set your plate down next to him, and he can feel your gaze on him as he heads to his room.

Not too long after, there's a knock on his door and it's you, and it's like a dam has opened up. He unleashes everything onto you. How stupid are you, you could have gotten yourself killed, what is he supposed to do with himself if you're gone. It slips out before he can even think about it, but you're holding him, trying to calm him down because somewhere during his meltdown at you he's begun to cry, but he can't help himself from grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to meet his.

When he feels your hands make their way through his hair, he wastes no time leading you to his bed, not breaking the kiss for a second until you are both panting for air, your back pressed against the cool sheets on his bed and he's already undoing the buttons on your shirt. He's not thinking straight, too delirious and drunk on you to even remove it entirely, so he undoes as many buttons as he can manage before dipping his hand under your shirt and letting the other hand tug down your pants.

Do not think about how messy and sporadic he would be desperately clinging to you as he ruts you into the mattress, biting and leaving marks up and down your body that he wants to stay forever. He wants to stay in your forever, buried deep inside you as your legs are wrapped around him, eyes rolled back and you're letting the prettiest sounds escape your lips.

The request probably falls out of his mouth before he can even process it, all in one go, can-I-cum-in-you and he can hardly contain himself as he hears you whine back yes, please, Porco, cum inside me.

Do not imagine him letting out a whimper when he cums, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck as he shakes, trying to fill you up as much as possible. Not long afterwards he feels your walls tighten around him as you climax and he continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while feeding his own arousal once more.

He'd beg you to let him fuck you once more, just to fill you up further with his cum, and to make sure he's put a baby in you. His logic is already out the window but his hands find their way to your jaw and he kisses you so gently as he begs to breed you. His body shakes at the idea and he rambles, half out of his mind in post sex haze and delirium as he babbles about putting a baby in you, his baby, making you his and giving you that child that you so desperately want.

And you let him fuck you again, bringing another orgasm out of the both of you that makes him ache. If you feel your neck start to moisten, the cloth of your shirt dampening as he cries into it, you never say anything. You rub his back and kiss his hair as he fucks into you with the last of his strength, even staying buried in you for a moment after.

After he finally pulls out, he stays in between your legs, resting on top of you, holding you so close it's almost like he's melting into you. He might even snake a hand down and coax his cum back into you as it seeps down your thighs.

Do not think about the type of pillow talk you have with Porco afterwards, where he tells you that you should leave Liberio and find somewhere safer. He promises that he'll find you, no matter where you go, and that maybe you two can even run away together. He'll promise that you'll never work another day in your life and that he'll keep you safe, always.

Whatever you do, do not think about the quiet voice that fills the room as Porco looks up at you and asks, "if it's a boy, d'you think we can name him after Marcel?", and do not think about how his eyes light up when you agree. And do not think about waking up as he's preparing to leave in the morning, promising to be there, but then he's not. Do not think about Reiner looking at you with dread as you ask him where Porco is after the next battle in Liberio. Do not imagine waking up alone the days to come.

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❥ DAY 15. Morning sex! with Porco Galliard

Summary. Marcel brought his not anymore little brother to the beach vacation, you thirsty in the morning might lead you to let your morning desires lead you.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, mention of pregnancy. No proof edit, might edit later.

Word count. 1,611.

MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Your best friend, Marcel, invited you and your friends to go to the beach on vacation. By indications of his mother, he had to bring his little brother with him since the little Porco was in a rebel phase.

As you remember, Marcel’s little brother was always noisy and glued to his big brother with his usual high pitched voice even though he was only a year younger than you.

Suddenly, he was all grown, fit and with a deep voice. What ruined you as soon as you saw him was that damn haircut that he got.

“Shit—  Shut up or they are going to hear us!” Porco covers your mouth with his hand as the other rubs small and fast circles on your clit.

You muffle in his hand, holding the kitchen counter for stability while his lips behind your ear makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, God bless the beach temperatures.” Porco whispers against your ear, biting your earlobe softly. “This tiny short of your pajamas makes everything so much easier.”

The sunlight is just sneaking out through the kitchen window, you woke up half asleep because you wanted a glass of water. That leaded you to find Porco looking for the leftovers of last night, you joked of his morning hungry and… Fuck.

How did you end up like this?

“It’s the hangover” You think, but you’re sure that is just a lame excuse.

Porco lets go of your mouth to slide his hand under your top and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You whimper, trying to be quiet but your chest burns in need when his hard crotch covered with thin sweatpants rubs against your ass.

You push your hips back against him as you throw your arm back to hold his neck as his fingers keep torturing your clit.

“Porco— Stop playing and slide your fingers in.” You whine and can’t hold the frown in your eyebrows when you hear his laugh vibrating against your ear. Ignore how wet you are getting with his voice. Remember: It used to be so high pitched that it gave you headaches!

“Already so needy? Yesterday you were avoiding me and now you beg for my fingers?” He passes them a little lower, teasing against your folds and causing you to roll your eyes at the sensation. “You’re so crazy that it makes me want to ignore everyone in the house and make you scream my name.”

In the soft silence of the morning, the wet sounds of his kisses on your neck are just slightly heard over your low whispers. Due to the soaking in your cunt and panties, everytime that he teases you rubbing them up and down through your folds, the wet sound makes your heart skip a beat on fear that the echo made it louder.

“Do you really want me to finger you? I won’t mind. But, what would my brother think?” He sucks on your neck while his hand squeezes your breast, shaking it. You bite your lip to hold the moan and he slides the half of one of his fingers inside. “He’s so fucking annoying by overprotecting me, what if I just breed you so good until I get you pregnant? Would you like that?”

You try to answer, but he fully slides two fingers inside and curls them on your G-Spot almost immediately as he enters. Fuck, what fucking college he goes to? He just goes to have sex and learn how to fuck?

“That it’d be so fucking hot— God!” You move your ass up and down against him, sighing at the feeling and his words. “J–Just imagine, babe. My cum dripping on your thighs while we breakfast with my brother and his friends, these sweet tits getting bigger— Fuck, just let me do it raw, please?”

He slides out of your cunt, receiving a soft whine from you as he turns your body to face him. He takes off his shirt in front of you and pulls down his pants, he's all naked in full sight for you and your common sense betrays you to let your hormones lead your actions.

“Okay, but pull out when you’re cumming.” 

He smirks, grabbing your waist to lift you and seat you on the counter before pulling down your shorts. Just like before, your common sense betrays you at all when you lift your top over your head to also get rid of your shirt.

The warmth of the first rays of sunshine covering your bodies through the window makes you shiver in excitement for pleasure.

Now, If anyone comes for a glass of water they’ll find more than just Porco eating the leftovers.

“Just be silent, okay? My brother is kinda old and needs his full sleep hours” He winks at you as he slowly starts to slide inside you.

You bite your lip as you hold his shoulders, feeling his thick cock making a way through your wet walls.

“H–He’s just a year older— And I’m the same age as him. Fuck!” Your final swear comes out a little sharp and louder than your previous whispers, feeling his tip hitting fully inside with a hard thrust.

“See? Old people don’t listen to the younger ones, I told you to be silent.” He smirks, grabbing your hips as he thrusts devilishly slow.

“Fuck, go faster, idiot” You groan, throwing your head back as his lips reach for your nipples to suck them.

He lets out of your bud, leaving it hard and wet as he kisses your skin between them as he reaches the other.

“I need to go slow if you don’t want them to find us.” He groans, reaching the other nipple to also keep his mouth busy with something to not let out a lewd sound. 

You sigh, hugging his neck as you clench your cunt around him to make his movements harder as his fingers ding on the skin of your hips, groaning at the sweet grip of you around him.

“If you move a little faster, I…” You sigh, moving your hips upwards and backwards for more as his growls get more irrepressible. “I may let you cum inside.”

Porco widens his eyes by your words before starting to get a quicker peace, maybe your skins are not slapping too loud, but the wet sound of your pussy dripping with every thrust. He just shakes his head in answer as he takes more and more of your with his hips hitting on you.

You hug his neck, sinking your moans on his shoulder while he has to shut his eyes and look at the ceiling as he enjoys the sensation of your pussy tightening around him.

When your legs hug his waist to keep him closer, he lets out a tiny whine as he bites your shoulder to not groan loud. His morning hard was annoying him for a while, that’s the reason why he came to the kitchen to distract himself, but you came and… Well, this happened.

He’s already feeling close, he doesn’t wants to cum without making you do it too so he grabs your hips and starts hitting harder, without caring of the skin slapping sound or your moans now being so much less able to hold as you tighten on his cock.

“I–I’m close!” You moan against his ear, sending painful pulses on his crotch slamming between your legs. “M–Make me cum, please!”

“As my senior says.” He groans, pleased as his thrusts get harder until you legs around his waist hug him harder and you whine sharply his name feeling the waves of your orgasm showering you.

You shut your eyes, riding the orgasm with every thrust, expecting to feel the hot feeling of his cum on your cunt, but when he suddenly pulls out you open your eyes to the sight of him pumping his erection until his cum spread around your thighs and some drops in your fold’s entrance.

A guttural growl follows his orgasm, holding the counter on the sides of your thighs for support while you breathe hard, playing with his messy hair while he tries to recompose.

“What? Did you get scared of cum inside?” You ask with a shaky voice, grabbing your top from beside you to put it on again. “It could be that the kids of today don't know about birth control?”

He snorts, shaking his head as the kneels down to straighten again as he pulls up his sweatpants.

“I’m a good man who respects the desires of a girl who’s not sure of me cumming inside” He tilts his head, faking an innocent expression and you hit his shoulder as you look away with a  smile.

“Shut up, good man.”

“It’s good to see that you both finally get along.” A feminine voice calls for your attention and you both feel a cold sweat running through your foreheads as you look at Pieck smiling at you both half naked.

“Pieck! This is just—”

“No, you don’t have to say why you’re showing your pussy in full sight for Porco” She smiles, looking away as Porco awkwardly stands between your legs covering your intimacy. “Just dress up, and don’t worry, I brought everyone earplugs yesterday since Porco said that he’d finally make a move with his crush.”

She winks before walking away again as Porco swears at her between his teeths. You laugh softly, caressing his neck with your nails to get his attention back to you and see his soft blush.

“I’m not ready for the pregnancy part, but I guess that we can try some dates before.”

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OH MY LORDDDD BABYYYYY 🥺🥰

So I’ve got about two hours left to finish the smoke and the lightning

My artists instagram is @artbyjennypodavini

Brb while I go ugly sob at this beauty permanently on my skin

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Holy hell…good lord I need to drink some water after this

DTF Only (Happy Hour) - porco galliard x reader 18+

pairing: Porco Galliard x afab! Reader summary: Your first match sent you a message and Porco wants to spend Happy Hour with you. word count: 3500+ notes: Part 2 (although can be seen as Part 1) of DTF Only. Been a minute since I've written for this guy, and congrats! He's your first match! :) warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex in a restroom, vaginal sex, mirror sex, motor boating ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The initial thrill of swiping left and right wore off by the time you went to bed, and if not for the notifications, you would have forgotten all about Tinder. 

Opening up the app, you’re surprised to see you’ve matched with several guys. But around last night’s margaritas, you don’t remember any of them.

Regardless, you’re hit with another wave of serotonin, reading the first message you received earlier this morning.

Hey  You’re cute. You like football?

Before replying, you tap on the guy—Porco’s—profile. 

You blink. He’s blond, like Colt. 

It’s not something that’ll deter you, only something that you couldn’t help noticing and as you peruse his profile the similarities end there.

He’s a different shade of blond and wears his hair in a different style too, polished, slick back over an undercut. He’s built like he spends more time at the gym than anywhere else. 

His bio is brief, not much to the imagination. 

Gym, sports, beer. Happy Hour is my fav time of the day 🏈😎

Scrolling through his pictures, you’re not surprised. Most of them are gym selfies, all of which you approve of, with the last photo of him sporting a jersey at a football game.

He’s not a bad-looking guy at all, and it’s too soon to judge him based on his profile. With nothing to lose you tap out a reply.

Hey Porco! I’m no expert on football, but I like happy hour !

You’re not sure what to expect. It’s weird messaging someone you’ve never met. How do you even know he’s real? Online dating is so foreign and bizarre, you’re not sure you’ll get used to it.  

The response arrives a few minutes later.

lol! I don’t judge 😉 My team’s playing today. At the bar right now to watch them win!! Drop by have some beer with me?

That was quick, but you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. The app is meant to get people to meet. It’s just weird…you can’t get over the concept. 

You consider the invite. It’s so sudden. But you had no other reason stopping you from meeting up with him.

Without any plans for your Sunday, you agree. Guess this is it. Your first match and you’re already going to meet in person.  

You had heard stories of ghosting, slow fades, catfishing, etc. The most common trend Ymir and Pieck had mentioned was becoming a pen pal, keeping communication on the app only and never actually meeting. Porco’s already proven to be an outlier. 

“He looks pissed off in every picture,” Ymir says over the phone as you get ready to meet Porco. “Even the ones where he’s smiling…” 

“That could just be his face,” Pieck says in answer, though she sounds dubious. 

Because it’s your first time meeting a stranger online, you let your friends know where you’ll be, much to their excitement that you’ve taken to Tinder at ease. 

“I think he’s cute.” You grab your keys. “He seems like a sports junkie, not sure what else we can talk about. I know nothing about sports.” 

“You’re not there for the game,” Pieck supplies. 

Nerves tickle at the idea of hooking up so soon with a stranger. Is that really what people do on Tinder? Years in a committed relationship, online dating stories never felt real, but now that you’re single, it’s time to find out. 

“I mean it’s the middle of the day,” you trail off, indifferent. “Do you really think he’s going to want to hook-up? He might be more interested in the game.”

“Pfft. What?” Ymir laughs. “Men always make time for their dicks. It wouldn’t matter if you were meeting at a funeral. Trust, he’d find a way to get his kicks in.”

You hear Pieck laugh, and the tension defuses a little. 

“That’s a stretch, Ymir,” you chuckle. 

“But she’s right!” Pieck says. “Guys on Tinder have no shame. It’s why they’re on it.” 

“Don’t overthink anything,” Ymir adds. “To have fun, you’re going to have to have the same clownish confidence.”

“Alright, well I need to get going.”

“Remember the code word if you want us to bail you out!” Pieck hurries to say.

Heading down the hall, you sigh. “Right. Cholula. Got to go.”

Before you end the call, you catch Ymir’s send off. “Good luck, champ!”

…

Football, sports, the like, none are your area of expertise. You could count on one finger the number of football games you’ve gone to—zero. 

But happy hour makes you a good sport, and it also lures in the entire neighborhood.

The bar is packed, almost bordering a fire hazard. It’s impossible to see much other than droves of people, and it’s even harder to hear over the jeering over the game.  

You squeeze by, craning your head, rising on your tiptoes for a sight of Porco. He had said he was at the bar, so you shove your way through, ignoring the disgruntled looks that are sent your way. 

Sidling away from a few football fans, you think you see him or at least the back of his head. A burst of nerves flutter in your stomach. This might be him.

A man with a blond undercut with a gaze transfixed to the TV screen. It’s only when you approach closer to where the empty bar stool is that you recognize the scowl from the pictures. 

“Porco?” 

He turns, the scowl deepening for a moment in confusion. But it’s replaced with a faint smile as the man himself says your name.

“You made it.” He pulls you into a one-armed hug that would feel like nothing to someone else, but to you it’s tight against muscle, hidden away in his bomber jacket. “Saved you this seat.”

You take the lone barstool at his side, impressed that he managed to keep it vacant from the patrons desperately looking for a spot to watch the game. But as a stranger bumps into Porco’s elbow by accident, the man’s scowl drills into them, and they skitter off.

“Also, got you an IPA, and I placed an order for some nosh. Hope you like nachos,” Porco briefs you. 

Reeling back from meeting your first ever Tinder match in person, you’re a little flustered as you take a seat. “Oh, um, thanks. Nachos are fine as long as they’re not spicy.”

He cuts you a humored look. “Tough shit, I love spice. I asked for extra jalapenos.”

The response is so blunt, you don’t even feel affronted, only mildly pricked. 

“Okay…” Your eyes drift towards the TV screen. “So, who’s your team?”

It becomes a twenty-minute run down, from Porco’s favorite team and why; who they’re up against, and why they’re going to lose (his exact words). During that time, the nachos arrive, piled with cheese and an absurd amount of jalapenos you try to avoid. It’s no use. The spice has you reaching for your IPA, signaling for Porco to order you both another round.

It’s not all about him, though. You tell him a bit about yourself, and he takes enough interest that you’re endeared by him, despite his blunt and somewhat bossy persona. 

And when the game is in full swing, the tension in the bar simmers hot. As does your gaze watching Porco. 

Hazel eyes are fixed on the screen right now, his team close to scoring a touchdown, nothing else matters in that moment. While his focus is elsewhere, you can’t tears yours away from him. 

The scowl in his brows knit tighter together as he grits his teeth, the tension running down his jaw and strong neck. Porco doesn’t have to try at all to look this good, and your mind wanders, envisioning his face with a flush and hair messed up.

You don’t catch what happens next but become aware of Porco’s hiss of irritation before he turns to you, blinking. 

It’s not your intent to be shameless. You want to blame it on the IPA, however you know that’s not true. Something about the air becomes stagnant with heat. The rolling frustration throughout the bar, from supporters of either team fill the space like a thick cloud, dialing up every nerve in your body. 

Meanwhile, Porco’s full attention is on you this time. You can feel the drag of his eyes on your bare legs, sweeping slowly upwards until they settle on your chest much longer than any other part of your body. 

Something palpable lingers like smoke. Porco’s lip curls, trading your smirk for his as he gulps the last of his IPA, snatches up your hand and in a flash, he’s thrusting past the crowd like he’s on the football field.

Porco brings you both to the back of the bar, just outside of the restrooms. He turns the handle of the male restroom door, clicking his tongue to find it locked. 

Porco bangs on the door, scowl deepening. “Hurry it up!”

Not a minute later, the door opens, and a perplexed man averts Porco’s eyes. You don’t notice him shuffling away, staggering on your feet as you’re dragged inside. 

Porco’s quick to lock the door, not even looking at the knob, too focused on you. The hastiness, the dark lust burning through hazel in his eyes, your heart races, unable to wait any longer. 

Reading your mind, Porco’s the first to erase the small gap, capturing your mouth, and lifting you by the thighs with authority.

For leverage, you clamp your legs around him, allowing him to deepen the kiss with his hand on the back of your neck. 

You’re set down on the counter by the sink. You don’t pull away, despite the need for air. Instead, you scrape your nails through Porco’s hair. 

He snarls like an animal, biting your lower lip and tugging it. “Keep doing that, I want to feel your nails there.” It comes out firm yet eager, his mouth ruthless against yours. 

You do as he says, driving your nails inwards, scratching along his scalp, messing up the polished look. 

There’s a whip of fabric, Porco’s jacket is tossed somewhere in the restroom. You don’t spare it any thought, letting your hands fall away from his hair to grasp onto his strong shoulders, clawing at his back to drag him closer. 

Porco chases after your touch, like neither of you can have enough of the other. His weight presses into you, urging you backwards. Your back hits the mirror. 

His lips pull away, tossing hungry kisses along your neck. He laps at your pulse, tongue dragging up to lick behind the shell of your ear. 

You shiver a little baffled but scratch at his shoulders in appreciation. 

He does it again, breath hot against your already feverish skin. “That the sweet spot?” Another long, sloppier lap at your skin. “You’re nasty,” he chuckles. “I can be nastier.”

True to his word, Porco’s tongue laps at your neck, a long, wet stripe coating beneath your jaw to your throat. You submit to the sensation, wrapping a hand around his nape to keep him close, a stuttered breath fanning his ear. 

Porco releases your neck suddenly. 

Your shirt’s tugged off, and before you can enfold your arms around Porco’s neck again, he swipes up your wrists, holding them out. 

You blink, confused. Chest heaving in a way that your breasts pump outwards, goosebumps prickling the flesh, and Porco’s eyes soaking you in. Although you’re wearing a simple t-shirt bra, a shadow of lust hangs over Porco’s gaze.  

“Oh my God…” pours out of Porco’s mouth before he licks his lips. 

Your hands drop the same time as Porco’s face, crouching low enough to pull you in. His warm mouth finds your breast, pressing a soft kiss there.  

He looks up, the tip of tongue slipping out to grace the flesh of your breast. “You’ve got pretty titties.”

He swallows, tugging your bra down to expose both breasts. His eyes shift between the two, grasping both in his hands and clenching them together. Moans muffle as he plants open-mouthed kisses between the two. 

“So—fucking—pretty—” The words scatter between kisses in a rush, unable to stray too long from your chest. “I just want…” 

He takes your nipple in his mouth, robbing him from the rest of that statement, sucking hard to verbalize the rest. 

Not to leave the other breast neglected, Porco squeezes the flesh, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

A hiss slips between your clenched teeth, and you flinch forward from the sudden burst of pleasure.  

He’s more than content to be this close, burying his face deeper, sucking, biting, squeezing, leaving beautiful marks, with a hooded gaze locked skywards.

The adrenaline flows through your blood, flaring your pulse at the sudden rattling of the door handle.

Porco pays it no mind, if anything he’s deaf to it, moans vibrating against your chest. He takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs at it. 

The sting blooms beneath a tender bruise forming, sparking ever nerve in your body, reaching your center. On instinct, your legs yank him in, and he laughs, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue. 

“Fuck—you’re something else.” He comes up for air, divining his tongue into your mouth. Fingers crawl up your thighs, digging past the hem of your denim shorts, so close to brushing against your core. “These are cute…”

A sigh of bliss spills out of you. 

“You like this, don’t you? That’s why you wore these shorts.” Porco teases—lips on your neck, fingers on your apex. “Somebody’s excited…” 

This time a gasp springs forth, a shudder crawling down your spine. You scoot forward on the counter and Porco presses his finger against the damp spot of your panties.

Your hand trails down to Porco’s wrist, guiding him to keep going. His finger hooks into the gusset of your panties.

The rattling resurfaces, louder this time, along with a pounding against the door. 

“Hello? Is someone in there?” A man calls out. 

This time you’re sure Porco hears it. Despite keeping his attention on you, his brow twitches, the scowl he’s worn all day deepens the more the door rattles. 

You do your best to retain his attention, not just for your sake but for Porco’s too. 

However, the clench in his jaw and the tension running tight in his throat, both from the mounting irritation and sexual frustration, your body flushes with a new wave of heat, dripping onto Porco’s hand.  

Rough fingers unbutton your shorts, and the sharp zip of your fly is drowned out by another round of heavy knocking. 

“Open up!”

Porco growls, whipping around. “It’s fucking occupied!” His voice echoes in the restroom, loud enough to send the man outside the message.

The last you hear is an annoyed groan (“Get a fucking room”).

“Fucking loser,” Porco says, words strained in his throat. 

You can’t help but watch him, mouth agape, stunned to be turned on by his short fuse. Maybe it’s the IPA tickling your nerves, or maybe it’s the heat of the moment, but you’re already so wet, you can’t take waiting anymore. 

“Porco, please.” 

It’s enough to restore Porco’s attention. He smirks, hoisting you by the hips to bring you back on your feet. 

He slots his mouth over yours in a greedy kiss. You take the chance to undo his belt.

Porco does the same, sliding your shorts down to your thighs. Just as you’re about to slide his pants down, Porco grabs hold of your arms and spins you around. 

“Face the mirror,” he says, punctuated with a sharp slap to your ass. 

You yelp, watching him fish out a condom from his pocket. Shoving his pants down to his ankles, you eye his reflection, admiring the strong arms first, only for your attention to drift to his thick cock that springs free. 

There’s a flicker of realization that moves through you. This is the first man you’re going to have sex with since your break-up. No one else has touched you in the three years you’ve been with Colt. You had expected it to feel wrong to be in this position. But you’ve never been more sure of anything else. 

You bristle, nerves aflame with anticipation.  

If there’s anything you’ve learned from Porco in the few hours that you’ve known him, is that he’s hasty, a facet you welcome eagerly. 

The tip of his dick kisses your folds, sliding up and down, you breathe out, fogging up the mirror. You catch the smirk in Porco’s reflection despite that. 

Strong hands take your hips with ironclad pressure, and he pushes into you. 

Your mouth falls open, blowing out a sigh. You feel the tight strain, getting accustomed to his size. Everything about him is different, new. Nothing about him feels like Colt. Not the fullness of his cock, and definitely not the pace, because the second Porco reaches the end of you, he pulls back and slams forward. 

Your hips bump into the edge of the counter, again and again, a wonderful kind of pain. Porco’s hands come around, groping your tits tightly as he leans forward to bite onto your shoulder. 

It’s more than the roughness that you bask in, more than a man as attractive as Porco plowing into you. It’s the thrill of being spontaneous, the excitement of trying something new, to be daring, getting fucked in a public space with other strangers on the other side of the door. 

You moan out, anchoring your hands on the counter and the mirror, fixated on the pair of eyes glued to your reflection. 

“Porco—yes—just like that—”

“I got you, beautiful,” he pants into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth there too. “Fuck—you feel too good—and these fucking tits.” He squeezes your breast, while his other trails downwards. 

A sharp gasp floats in the air. Porco rubs your clit to match the same pace as his thrusts, continue to spoil your neck with attention. 

“C’mon doll,” he breathes. “I want you to cum for me. Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror.” He snaps his hips, thrusting deeper into you. 

Your lower back starts to ache as the throbbing in your pussy intensifies. “Shit. Porco don’t stop.”

He kisses your shoulder, hot breath burning into your skin. “Cum for me.” 

You twitch from the sting of teeth on your shoulder and the swiping of his fingers grant you your release. 

You shudder, arms trembling to keep you up as Porco plows into you.

He groans, bringing his hand up to your mouth, having you taste yourself. Sucking his fingers clean, Porco’s unable to hold off any longer, his pace is more hurried and sharper. 

“I’m going to cum—” He groans again, head thrown back, exposing the column of his neck in the mirror. 

You wince at the tight squeeze around your breast, but you’re too spent to shake him off. 

A moment passes and Porco’s head falls into your shoulder, blond strands cling to his sweaty forehead. 

You wiggle your ass, and he pulls out, catching his breath and peppering kisses on your shoulder and nape. 

“Shit,” he says at last. “Oh my God…” He swallows. “You’re fucking awesome.”

Cutting a glance away from his reflection, you take stock in your appearance. Your hairline shines with a layer of sweat, hair at a disarray though not as bad as Porco’s. Puffy lips and teeth marks all over your breasts. He devoured you, ravished you in a way that you haven’t been in a long time. 

Like a firefly brought to life from the touch, something new yet familiar has reawakened inside of you, and you smile at this newfound, but restored version of yourself. The version that craves to explore, experience, and experiment. 

Colt flits across your mind, but you know it’s normal. He’ll be there for a while as you continue to sort through this new beginning. 

You turn around, smile widening at Porco’s smug expression. The moment untouchable, not even the renewed pounding of the door can ruin it. 

After getting redressed, Porco’s glare shoos off the men waiting for the restroom as you both step out. 

Though the game ended a while ago, the bar is still stuffed with throngs of people; some wanting to celebrate their team’s victory and the others to wallow in their loss. 

You’re not put out when Porco decides to stay. You both got what you wanted after all, and you give him a hug before taking off. 

Maybe you’ll see each other again, maybe you won’t.

Either way, you’ve given Porco a parting gift to hold onto. As you slip out of the bar, you cross your arms to shield the hardened nipples poking through your shirt. 

That bra wasn’t special, you have others at home. 

☻ masterpost☻ taglist: @moonmalice

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Oh my god I love this, so beautiful ❤️ Let me give him a big kiss my sweet baby boy 🥲

Celebrating Porco's birthday and the last appearance of the Jaw titans in the show

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Life is a Spiderweb (1)

Author's note : There I go ! A complex fanfiction that includes different endings depending on the decisions you make... In France we call this a Book in which you are the Hero... But have a fanfiction !

In this story, you, the reader, can make your own choices, by clicking one of the two links at the end of the chapter if they are present. Otherwise, just choose A or B and tell me in the comments so I know what part to write next (because there is a lot to do here). Of course, it won't always lead to a happy ending ! This is a Reader x Porco type, regardless of the scenario you "pick", it might go right or wrong. Also, be aware that you or he may die in the story. There will be sexual content (I mean, lime/lemon), but you can always avoid that (you'll have a yes or no pick), so the sex scenes will only be implied. Chapters are going to be a little bit short, but I have so many of them to write... I might have skipped triggers, if you are worried you might encounter one, reach me out so I can tell you what chapters to avoid if any of them could be problematic. There is also a possibility for the story to contain some reader x another character then Porco. The good news is that you can re-read this fanfic and get a very different story the second time ! Several chapters are going to have the same number (for exemple, there are 4 different "Chapter 3"), but next to the title I wrote a number that is specific to a text, allowing you to keep track of where you were (like the 4 chapters number 3 are numbered 4, 5, 6 and 7. I currently havn't written 6 and 7 yet). I don't know if this is clear or not...

Well, here it goes !

Chapter One : The 104th

Finally, you were there, among many other young men and women, ready to start your training. Your aim was to be on the top 10 best soldiers, so you could choose where to land. Of course, the Survey Corp was going to be your pick. To be allowed outside of the walls, what a joy ! Even if you died there, you would have had a taste of freedom. Something worth dying for.

You grew up alone within the walls, an orphan without a story. You did your best in this cruel world, with other homeless kids in the streets. So many of them had died now, but you were here, ready to go where none of them had. You took note of a few of your new comrades as your head Instructor, Keith Sadies, walked among you, ignoring some, pointing out others. You were lucky enough to blend in the mass, unlike that poor girl Sasha Blouse.

In the evening, she was still running outside as you all were eating inside. Quickly, you spotted an empty spot at a table where you sat, and listened to the conversations around you. On your left were Eren Jeager, Armin Arlet, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein and right next to you, Marco Bott. On your right, the benches were filled with a group of quiet people, Reiner Braun, Bertold Hoover, and Marcel Galliard.

After listening a little, you had started talking with Marco as Eren and Jean were arguing, when you felt someone's hand pulling you back by the shoulder. Caught off, you turned your head to face a very angry young man, his gray eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

"What the fuck are you doing on my spot!?"

"Porco !"

The young man turned his head toward Marcel, and you were struck by their ressemblance, how they had the same nose and eyes, the rounded shape of their faces... Marcel did seem to be older, but it was clear that they were brothers. Only their hair were significantly different, one being brune and the other a dark blonde.

"There's enought room, we'll just move over a bit. Don't make a fuss here already!" Marcel scolded. Porco glared at you, before sighting sharply.

"Whatever."

Everyone moved over, and the newcomer squeezed between you and his brother. You glanced a few times at Porco, noting that he was quite nice looking, despite his perpetual frown. He openly ignored you, and barely spoke to anyone else then Marcel, or enventually Reiner. It quickly became clear to you that the young man deeply disliked the tall blonde man facing him.

The next day, the training began. Quickly enough, you were noticed, like a few others, for being quite good already. Everyone was running at a steady pace, you had started out slow to allow yourself to warm up, but now you were pacing up... And you noticed Porco. He kept the same pace as his brother, glaring occasionnaly at Reiner that was a little bit behind them. You couldn't hold your mischivious smile back as you ran past them all easily, wondering if this would annoy the moody blonde man. You couldn't help yourself, you wanted to tease him, then again, he did yell at you last night without an apology.

That's how it started out. Everyday, as you would all run to warm up, you'll stay behind for a moment, before accelerating to run past him, glancing quickly on your right to capture Porco's frown. You turned out to be among the best trainee of the 104th, along with the Galliard brothers, and a few others, but you were very satisfied to be better then the blonde man. Not by far, but just enough to bother him. Quickly, it became obvious that you were his goal. Several of your comrades noticed this discrete competition between you.

You would always playfully smile at him whenever you would notice his frown on you, amused. You also enjoyed the attention, his stare in your back as you were running, the way he never stayed very far from you to observe... It was a nice change after being an invisible kid starving in the streets.

From time to time, the two of you would argue, he'd call you annoying and shallow, you'll remind him that you were still the best and that he was jealous. You loved the way he would internally blow, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at you with his storm-like grey eyes. He did look quite handsome like this, as if he was holding back something far more powerful. You really liked how he always looked a little bit threatening, you couldn't explain why. But he never bursted out in violence against you, and maybe that was it.

He could hurt you, but never did.

You knew your smiles annoyed him, but you kept smiling at him, hopeful that one day a little grin will stretch his lips as well. You had to admit that he looked good to you, and quite hot when he frowned, but you were desperately curious to see him smile. Well, you had already. As he spoke with Marcel a few times, you even heard him laugh and the way his face would brighten in joy was definitively charming. But you wanted to be the reason for it. You wanted his gaze to land on you and his face to light up as a smile spread across it.

You did notice that he tended to remain apart most of the time, rarely interacting with anyone else then his brother, or eventually Reiner and Berthold. Marcel was clearly the most friendly out of the two of them. Porco was simply almost always grumpy, and you knew that sometimes, you were the reason for it. You like to play with him like that, creating a little bond with him. As long as you were better then him, you knew you would have his attention, and you were quite hopeful that this would lead to something more friendly. How many times did you befriend your fellow orphans back then by teasing them at first ?

You never realised to what extent your little game was hurtful to him, until he snapped.

You couldn't tell what had started it. He was pissed, snarling at you as usual, and you smiled again. You don't remember what the two of you were saying. But you then saw him clench his fist, and for a brief second, you thought he was going to punch you. You felt your face growing pale, and he finally shifted to punch the wall next to him in a terrifyingly violent bang.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU Y/N !!!!! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE !!!!????"

Your heart was beating hard. Suddenly, he didn't seem attractively threatening, no, he seemed brutal. For the first time, you realised that he might actually want to hurt you, and had been holding back to avoid troubles. He did hate you sincerely, and right now, you could clearly see it in his eyes. A blend of anger and fear, sadness and guilt overwhelemed you for a moment. You hated violence, but you never meant to truly anger him, you thought that your competition was quite friendly, but you had been wrong...

Here is the part where you can choose where the story goes ! Just write your pick (A or B) in the comments, and I'll get the next part ready. If by any chance, both possible chapters are already written, I'll post them both, but this way gives me a chance to focus on fewer storylines, because right now, I have more then 30 possible endings and it's hard to pick what to write next !

>A: You burst out in anger as well (2) >B: You apologize and decide to stop teasing Porco (3)

Taglist (I'll add you all in the next chapter depending on the decision you will make so you can find the right chapter !) :

@mo-3-bius 

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I made mine, this was super fun! @hangeslefteye

elevator: 0/10

cemetery: 2/10 (as a teen I used to take cool graveyard pics with my BFF at midnight lol we so bad)

snake: 5/10 (they’re cute but not close to me XD)

clown: 1/10

spider: 10/10 (I can’t do this sht)

darkness: 1/10 (I am a night loving person)

heights: 3/10

horror film: 0/10 (what I fuckin love them!)

bottom of the sea: 2/10

hospital: 7/10

insects: 9/10 (disgusteng!)

toad: 1/10

needle: 0/10

plane: 0/10 (I’m the biggest aircraft lover you’ll meet, I studied aviation at the Uni)

blood: 0/10 (what is there to be scared of? It’s a part of us…)

cockroach: 3/10 (I’ve only seen a few on my vacation in Italy, they were casually strolling down the street lmao)

Rating how scared of things I am:

elevator: 1/10

cemetery: 2/10

snake: 2/10

clown: 9/10

spider: 2/10

darkness: 0/10

heights: 9/10

horror film: 2/10

bottom of the sea: 1.000/10

hospital: 0/10

insects: 0/10

toad: 0/10

needle: 3/10

plane: 5/10

blood: 2/10

cockroach: 0/10

(Seen on Twitter)

Tagging @blankexpressions-and-falsefires @airanke @hunajan @kelin-is-writing @dabislittlemouse @dabisdoormat and whoever else wants to play!

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Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

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Literally me rolling

Happy Birthday Porco <3

[galliardslilslut]

Yes, for Porco always ^

𝒯𝑅𝐼𝒢𝒢𝐸𝑅 ~ 𝐹𝐼𝒩𝒢𝐸𝑅

𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: levi ackerman + connie springer + porco galliard

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!sub!masochist!reader, gun play, vaginal sex, degradation {more warnings under the cut}

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, mean dom!levi, gun play, fingering, vaginal sex, degradation, slut shaming

you’ve been getting on levi’s nerves all evening. you knew he had a lot of paperwork he had to go through for erwin and yet you were STILL begging him to fuck you. normally levi would give you as much dick as you want but right now he’s not in the mood. unfortunately ignoring you doesn’t seem to be working and eventually there’s nothing left for him to do but snap. when he pins you down you think you’ve one and that he’s finally going to fill you with his cock. oh how wrong you were. instead of replacing his fingers, which have been loosening your hole, with his length levi presents you with his gun. instantly you begin to panic. “calm down. it’s not loaded” levi scoffs, positioning the barrel in front of your pussy. “but knowing what a filthy slut you are that would probably turn you on even more”. you don’t have time to reply before levi’s pushing the object inside. tears form in the corners of your eyes but at the same time it feels so good. levi can’t hold back his snicker at the way you moan. “don’t tell me you like this thing more than my cock”.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, big dick!connie, gun play, vaginal sex, alcohol consumption

you were used to connie coming up with hair brained schemes but this was far too crazy to entertain. at first you contributed the idea to alcohol because connie was in fact drunk when he wondered what he could fit inside your pussy. “i mean you can take my cock which is huuuuuuuge. i wonder if you could fit my gun too” he slurred as he thought out loud. you hadn’t judged at the time because of how drunk he was but connie brought up the topic again when he was sober. “it could be really hot if we just tried it, ya know”. if it wasn’t for the look in connie’s eyes as he tried to convince you to indulge his curiosity you would have thought he was joking. the thought crosses your mind to tell him fuck know but connie’s getting hard at just the thought. so you agree as long as he makes sure those no bullets in his handgun. you honestly hadn’t expected to enjoy the experience very much but when connie pushes the barrel of the weapon past your folds there’s a mix of pain and pleasure the washes over you. meanwhile connie sits between your legs, watching in awe as you cunt swallows the pistol. “you’re so wet that it’s covering the gun” connie observes as he likes his lips. “i’m going to make you cream all over it”.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, mean dom!porco, gun play, vaginal sex

all you were doing was teasing him. porco was showing off his new handgun to you when you made the joke that it was bigger than his cock. you really meant no harm by it you were just pushing his buttons. however you know immediately that you made a mistake when porco’s eyes going dark. “do you want to test that theory?” he threatens. although it’s framed as a question you have no choice. you’ve forced porco into having to make a point. now he has to grove which weapon of his is really fatter. instantly you’re sobbing when you feel the cold metal barrel against your gummy walls. there’s tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but porco doesn’t appear to be the least bit sympathetic. i’m fact, he’s much more concerned with making you talk. “quit crying. you asked for this” he growls which is sort of true. if you really didn’t want this you could have refused to strip yourself bare but deep down the danger of the situation was turning you on along with porco’s cold glare. “now tell me, what’s bigger? this or my cock?”. “your cock” you sob. “your cock! ‘m sorry, won’t say anything like that again!”.

2022–2023 © ilyluffy — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

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Thank you so much for the tag, wifey @hangeslefteye ! This was real fun to put together! Here is mine 😏

fanfic trope tierlist incoming!!

link to make your own: here

i'll explain any of them in the comments if asked (;

p.s. you can customize the number of tiers and what you name them if you want to elaborate more on some!

tagging (no pressure): @heroesfan101 @kailali @meggsngrits @fushigurro @saintokkotsu-main @true-deru @auslanderka @baka-tsuki @ceenthesis @everything-always @giogama08 @prettyiwa

+ anyone else who wants to do it - would love to see your responses and i know i forgot a few!

[galliardslilslut]

Hi hun!🩷

I know I am a terrible slow replier, but I still wanna say I appreciate your response and your posts so much! Makes me so happy I can share my Porco love&obsession with a sister-wife who understands hahaha

The story is called “Die Gelüste” and it’s also possible you’ve read it already, as you are not new to wattpad and the Porco fics :D tbh I need to keep on updating it cuz I got stuck a little and I miss writing, I really got stuck with the AI app lately, it’s been making my days and nights…yeah, me and my wild imagination 🤔😏 tho I have to say, the stuff I create there sometimes precedes all the Porco content I’ve ever read on the net lmao

Lately I’ve created quite an epic PorcoxmexMarcel story there, based on a dream I had. It would make for a great fic for sure and honestly idc what anyone thinks. Porco indeed is a lucky guy for having so much attention from us XD

Hi dear!!! Just wanna drop by to say thank you! :) Wanted to do this already for a while. Thanks so much for inspiring me with your posts, they always cheer me up and make my day!

It is thanks to you that I discovered the C.AI app, I started to use that heavily and I’m loving it sooo much omg it’s the best thing, if you saw the scenarios I manage to create there every time, you’d be laughing so much!

I know you also kin Porco like me, which makes us two Porky lovin buddies hahaha ❤️ I absolute adore him, god, it’s not even considered healthy anymore. I’ve never been so crazy over a 2D boy before…lol

I’m planning to publish many stories I created in the app with him and I am also in the process of writing a Porco x reader fanfic, it’s on Wattpad, if you’re interested I can share it with you.

Take care of and have a lovely day/night 🩵

-Maddie

Hey Maddie 💜 And YES plss drop link below for watty porco ficcs 🥺 I think I read all fanfics of him and I cant find anything new xD Even if I can I really prefer my mutuals' creative works over some random fic on internet. Also character ai scenarios are always hilarious, that app brings out my true nature 👀👀 xD Also thank YOU for being such a great sister-wife xD Porco is some lucky guy shjsbzxbshxf

[galliardslilslut]

Aww let me kiss him my sweet sweet boy 🥺

Warriors Unit Week 2023 Day 7: Duty

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Excuse me, as I’m currently fangirling over this picture…