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marswritesstuff · 11 months

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a blessing, a curse

tw: hurt no comfort, death, mentions of cannibalism (it’s aot yall), slight age gap (reader is 3 years younger)

a/n: mostly canon compliant but like i can’t be assed to make sure it’s 100%, jaw!porco x warrior candidate!reader, i have decided that people is marley are adults (aka can marry and move out) at 16 :P

summary: At 14, you meet the love of your life. At 15, you fall for him. At 16, it all comes crashing down.

You don’t talk about it.

Two weeks after you started dating, Porco brushed your hair out of your face when he thought you were asleep and whispered, “I’d die for you.”

And he would.

As the top candidate to inherit the jaw titan, it wasn’t surprising that Porco had introduced himself. You were around his age, 14 while he was 17. It wasn’t common for warrior candidates to be so old when they inherited, but not unheard of- Zeke’d been 16 when he’d inherited the beast, and he was one of their strongest still, and Colt was set to inherit the beast at 17. It would still be years until you took up the jaws, if everything went to plan- Porco should still have eleven years, if all went well, but Marley didn’t want to give up such a talented candidate as you just because you wouldn’t be quite as young as the rest of the candidates.

When Porco first introduced himself as the jaw, you already knew who he was. Your class of warrior candidates had only been a few years after his, and you’d seen him hanging around the base, waiting five years for news of his brother who would never come back. An older soldier had taken pity on you and explained he was the younger brother of the current jaw (although neither of you knew that Marcel was no longer the jaw at the time), and he stuck around as a candidate.

Neither of you said that he was kept around because Marley needed someone they had leverage over to inherit the founding.

You’d never spoken to Porco, though, when he introduced himself. It had been two years since the warriors sent to the island returned, and he’d adjusted well to the news that his brother was dead and he was the new jaw over the last few years. You’d just been named his official successor.

“Hey, kid. I’m Porco, and I guess we should get to know each other- seeing as you’re set to eat me someday, you know.”

You laughed and introduced yourself too. Consuming Porco and inheriting the jaws was still a blessing then, a privilege to serve Marley and prove that you were a good Eldian.

Not anymore.

Not many months later Porco finally asked you out. Pieck had been teasing him about his obvious crush whenever you weren’t around for months, and he’d gotten tired of it, deciding to just let you reject him and get it over with.

He didn’t expect you to grin at him and loop an arm around his shoulders.

“Took you long enough, Pock! How about coffee?”

At 15, you fell in love. At 15, Porco promised you he would die for you. And at 15, you knew that being the one to fulfill that promise was no blessing at all.

You would always talk like you had forever. Endless conversations of “someday”- someday you’d move in together, get married. Someday he’d retire- you almost laughed out loud the first time he said that- and you’d follow, and you’d run off to the countryside and Marley wouldn’t follow you.

Porco knew he couldn’t fulfill every promise he made to you, but on your sixteenth birthday, he gave you a key with a tiny bow wrapped around it, and asked you to move in with him. Within a week, you were moved into his apartment, spending every night in the same bed and every morning making breakfast together. Most of the time Porco was deployed you would be too, but during the occasional solo mission or titan-only operation, you would spend nights cuddled up with his pillow, reminding yourself that your boyfriend is smart and strong and would never let himself die without you.

When Liberio was attacked, Zeke turned traitor, and all the rest of the warrior candidates were killed or missing, you were reminded just how dangerous your job was. You’d signed up for this- you could die at any time, and you’d agreed to that, so why was it hitting you so hard now?

Maybe it was watching the love of your life be forced to crush a human between his jaws, watching a devil squeeze down on his head until his powerful mouth snapped shut and sealed the war hammer’s fate. Maybe it was the lifeless bodies of Udo and Zofia and countless other soldiers snuffed out. Maybe it was the way Porco trembled in your arms, telling you about listening to fighting from the bottom of a pit, helpless to do more than hear his comrades die.

You spent hours that night just holding your boyfriend, rubbing his back gently and mumbling, “shhh, it’s alright, Pock, you’re here now. You’re here, with me, everything’s okay.”

Minutes from the break of dawn, Porco confessed to you that feeling the floor let out under him had made him think of his brother. He’d sat at the bottom of the pit, remembering his brother’s memories of a moment of weightlessness being lifted to the mouth of a titan, seconds before his death.

When Porco finally fell into a fitful sleep, you called in to inform your superiors that you and Porco wouldn’t be attending training that day. They didn’t ask for elaboration.

Not long after, when the warriors were deployed to retake the founder once again, Porco sat next to you on the aircraft, letting you huddle into his side and whispering sweet nothings against your forehead.

“Listen, honey,” he tilted your head up to look in his eyes. “This is gonna be a tough mission. So, I wanted to make this special, but more than anything I wanna do it.”

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it, letting your hand wrap around his around the box. Inside was a simple ring, a golden band with one small diamond inlaid into it.

Tears were streaming from your eyes, soaking into Porco’s shirt where your chin rested against it. “Pock, you dick,” you whined, pressing your forehead to his cheek. “Don’t act like you’re leaving me. You’re gonna be okay.”

Even as you murmured gentle affirmations to the both of you, you tugged the ring out of the box and let Porco gently guide it onto your ring finger.

Two long weeks you spent staking out with the rest of the soldiers while Porco and Pieck infiltrated the military. Your days were spent preparing weapons and plans, and your nights were spent huddled together with Reiner and Colt, all trying to catch sleep while you could instead of worrying over your people in the walls.

The attack was a blur, but it went something like this: you, Colt, and Reiner shared a final hug before you boarded the aircrafts, you dropped out and deployed your parachute, you watched Reiner transform and attack the holder of the founder, your eyes caught Porco, in titan form, go barreling into the battle. After that, when you landed and started shooting, minutes and hours started to blend together. The amount of smoke and dust in the air meant you couldn’t get your eyes on Porco, which was probably for the best- you both needed to focus.

What you do remember clearly was the lightning. Hundreds of flashes across the city, some frighteningly close to you, and then hundreds of titans rising up. Marleyan soldiers dying all around you, as you sprinted across the rooftops, focusing completely on not being caught in a titan’s grip.

You registered the walls falling and releasing the titans like a faint ringing in your head- clearly something wrong, but not even close to your main concern.

Dead and dying soldiers littered the rooftops, and at one horrifying point, a mutilated and bloodied soldier’s hand caught your ankle, tripping you on the shingles.

“Help-” the soldier managed to choke out before your free foot kicked him away. No remorse filled your mind as you scrambled up and kept running.

The ring felt like a thousand pounds. Porco was okay. He had to be. You wouldn’t consider another option.

After what felt like an eternity of running and dodging titans, an Eldian soldier flew by, and you seized the chance.

“Help! Help me!” You yelled out, waving your arms. Devil or not, nothing mattered right now except survival. You would live to see Porco another day, if it was the last thing you did.

The soldier dropped onto the rooftop several paces away from you.

“Marleyan,” he spat, clearly not pleased that you’d survived the titan attack.

“Please, I mean you no harm! I am a subject of Ymir within the Marleyan military- all I want is to survive and find my fiancée!”

The soldier’s face softened, and he held out an arm slowly. “I can take you to the large building up there. Other survivors have gathered there, and most of the titans have been killed. I can’t guarantee your safety upon arrival.”

“I’ll take it,” you replied easily, moving closer to the solider slowly until he turned and let you clamber onto his back. With his mobility gear he started taking the both of you towards the building, and your eyes were drawn down the trail of wreckage of a titan fight. Your eyes snagged on a quickly evaporating jaw titan skeleton, and you forced yourself to look forward. He’d survived. He had to. Porco was smart and strong. He had to survive.

The soldier brought you to the building before flying off again, and you started searching through the hallways. If you could find Porco, or even Pieck, everything would be okay-

You pushed open a door and the group of people inside startled and looked at you.

“… Gabi?”

The young girl gasped and ran at you, jumping and nearly tackling you with an embrace. You held her up as she choked out tearless sobs.

No more than a minute later, she pulled herself back from you and started bumbling.

“He- he’s gone, they took him, they took Falco- I don’t- I don’t know what to do!”

“Gabi.” You set your hands on her shoulders and waited for her to look you in the eyes. “What happened?”

Gabi took a few steadying breaths and whimpered, “I’m sorry. I- Falco accidentally drank Zeke’s spinal fluid, and when the titans turned, he- he became one! And Colt was holding on to him and he’s gone- and he went after Reiner, he tried to take the armor, but…” She trailed off and her eyes dropped to the floor. “Porco had taken a hit, and his real body was badly hurt, and he… he made Falco eat him instead.” Gabi’s breath hitched, but you barely heard it.

There was a ringing in your ears that you could only hear a little past. Porco was gone. He hadn’t lost, but he’d ensured the jaws lived on- by sacrificing himself.

If nothing else, it was definitely a Porco way to go out- stubborn until the end.

You shook your head, blinking the fuzziness out of your eyes and forcing yourself to refocus.

“Go, Gabi. Get Falco back. If anyone but me has to inherit the jaws, he was the best candidate. He’s strong and smart, and he deserves to live, and I know you know that too. So go bring him back for us, okay?”

“He said he was in love with me,” Gabi mumbled as the other people in the room spurred back into motion, clearly preparing to set out in pursuit of Falco and whoever had taken him.

You chuckled wetly, holding back tears of your own. “Well, I suppose he had to say it eventually. For what it’s worth, the rest of us knew.”

Gabi flushed and shoved you lightly. “Of course you did.”

Within minutes, Gabi and one of the Eldian soldiers set off on horseback. The rest of the Eldian soldiers gave you a wide berth, sensing you were upset.

You found yourself a small empty corner with a window. Gazing at the thousands of titans passing outside, you let your mind wander back to the new information you had.

Porco was dead. It felt fake, like the kind of thing you’d have nightmares about. In fact, you’d had almost this exact nightmare several times over the past two weeks. Porco was dead and gone. He’d promised you that he’d die for you, and you’d always thought the worst thing in the world was that you’d have to eat him, watch him die at your own hands. Now you knew it could be much worse. Porco had died away from you. You hadn’t so much as touched him in two weeks, and now, with his body somewhere in Falco’s digestion, you’d never get to again.

There wouldn’t even be a body to bury. The ring on your finger was the only thing left of your fiancée. He could’ve been so much more- he could’ve been your husband, your soulmate, your forever, and instead he was gone.

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over your cheeks as you hugged your knees.

At fourteen, you’d met your soulmate. At fifteen, you fell in love with him. And at sixteen, you lost him forever.

Thousands of killing machines passed by the window, making straight for your home in Marley. But it didn’t matter. Everything that had truly mattered to you was now gone forever.

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hangeslefteye · 2 years

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TWEETS THAT GİVES ME PORCO GALLİARD VİBES

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 8 months

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how porco galliard would take care of you if you were sick

a/n: this is for an anon a while back. i hope this finds you. i didn’t forget about you bb <3

porco is so surprised when you fall sick. like, he actually can’t believe it. “what do you mean you don’t feel well, baby?”

he’s like so concerned beyond belief that it’s kinda annoying. he’s always checking in you twenty four seven.

he’s also always asking what he can do for you, his poor precious baby. he is unsatisfied when you say ‘nothing’ and he pours until you give him a task.

he uses your illness as an excuse to cuddle up on the couch with a bunch of snacks.

lowkey he doesn’t even care that you’re sick. i mean, obviously he does. but any reason to take care of you is a good reason. he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life.

porco doesn’t quite understand the entirety of how sick you really are. it’s just an opportunity for him to show off his mediocre cooking skills.

it’s an endless supply of forehead kisses and quick pecks on the lips, followed by “wait, am i going to get sick?”

he orders a whole bunch of take out for you guys despite you telling him not to, that you felt well enough to cook. he wouldn’t dare let you.

he buys a whole bunch of tissues and medicines, unsure of what you need exactly.

my ko-fi

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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Make me a father (Porco Galliard x Reader)

Word count: 2 280

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Warning: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact!

Summary: You always knew Porco wanted a family of his own. But you never expected he would ask for a baby so openly and directly.

Make me a father

With your head slightly hanging off the bed′s edge, you tried your best to keep eye contact with Porco. You knew he liked it that way – seeing every single emotion reflecting in your eyes or written across your face.

Looking directly into your eyes made him feel in control of your body and the whole situation. It made him feel the power you let him have over you, when you lay there underneath him, without a piece of clothing and with your face flushed and sweaty.

But most of all, he liked hearing you during the whole act. Your sweet whimpers and moans made him want you even more.

He needed to hear you calling out his name, whispering sweet nothings, or just trying to catch your breath, while he worked his magic with your body. Exploring every inch of it, savoring the warmth of your skin, which kept sending tingles of pleasure down his spine.

The moments between the two of you were filled with tenderness and affection. With all the most beautiful and sincere emotions one can imagine. Porco always made sure that everything he did, felt good for you. He wanted you to feel comfortable and loved. Desired and praised for how good you were taking everything he put you through in those heated moments when his lips were tasting you all over your naked body, illuminated only by a faint light from the bedside table.

„You′re so damn beautiful,“ Porco said, breathing hard, as his sweat-covered forehead pressed against yours. You could feel every single one of his hot breaths all across your face, while you dig your nail into his back. „And all mine,“ he added, almost aggressively pressing his lips against your mouth for a quick kiss. „Say it. I want to hear you say those words!“

If he could, he would worship every inch of your body every second of the day. That's how much Porco Galliard loved you. All of you.

„Which words?“ you teased him, barely able to get those words out, as you were trying to catch your breath. But it was a desperate attempt.

With a grin on his lips, his right hand wrapped around your neck, stopping you from turning your head to the side. „You know all too well!“ he hissed, kissing your neck and leaving bite marks all over it, before doing the very same thing to your left shoulder.

This has always been his way of reminding you, that you were his and only his. You were his wife and there was nobody in this world, who would be allowed to do such things to you. Porco was the only one, who knew how, where, and when to touch or kiss you. Your body knew his more than perfectly and Porco was aware of it. And enjoyed it.

„Say it!“ Porco insisted, biting your shoulder so hard, you yelped in surprise, while slight pain ran through your whole being. But it only lasted a second, just until Porco began to thrust into you even harder and faster.

„I′m...“ you started, wrapping your legs around him tighter, to keep him as close as possible. „I′m all yours.“ Those words slipped out of your mouth and brushed right against Porco′s hot skin.

Those words were all he needed to hear. Even in the dimmed light, you could see the proud expression on his face, when he heard them. They gave him the power he so loved having over you. Not in a mean or aggressive way, just possessive enough, that you still found it attractive and desirable.

„I’m mad about you,“ he said, clinging to you for dear life.

You tried to say something back, anything, really. But only more whimpers came out of your mouth, while you gripped Porco′s wrist and tried to pull his hand away from your neck. He gave in, trying to maintain eye contact as your fingers slipped through his hair.

The beautiful silhouette of his body was hovering right above you, letting you marvel at the curves of his muscles and the contours of his handsome face.

You closed your eyes just a moment before Porco let out the most innocent and desire-filled whimper you′ve ever heard from him. Just as he came right inside of you, his head fell into the crook of your neck, his whole body shaking with the effort of catching his breath.

Your heart was pounding almost painfully hard against your ribcage, as you kissed the top of his head, both of you reveling in the warmth of one another. Today was long and not the best, but this... this moment, only in the presence of your husband made it so much better. It had only been two months since your wedding, but life felt like magic since that day. Even more than before, during those five years you and Porco dated.

„I want a baby,“ Porco suddenly said, his fingers gently caressing your side, his thumb lightly running over the small scar you′ve had since childhood. „I want you to make me a father.“

With furrowed brows, you lifted your head. But when Porco didn't move a muscle, you relaxed underneath him once again, letting all the feelings run through your body for a couple more minutes.

„Did you hear me?“ he asked when you didn′t respond.

„Yeah, I did,“ you answered, running your nails over his back more gently now. It was already all red and scratched up. But you knew he liked it, otherwise, you wouldn't do it. „What makes you think that it′s the right time? We′ve only just got married.“

„And? Some people have a baby even before marriage.“

„But we are not some people, Porco. We are... you and me.“

He chuckled and lifted his head, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead. He slowly pulled out but stayed resting on top of you, his arms desperately wrapping around your body, to keep you close.

„I think we would make great parents.“

You shook your head, cradling his head against your chest, looking into the ceiling, and thinking about his words. You′ve thought about having kids before but never made a final decision if you wanted to have them.

„What do you think?“ You shrugged, while Porco planted a kiss on the center of your chest. He was waiting for an answer that never came.

Not that night.

Getting used to sleepless nights was the hardest part. At least for you. But in the end, it was all worth it. Mainly during moments like this. When you woke up, turned around in bed, and saw the sweetest scenery – your husband without a shirt and with your newborn son calmly laying on his chest.

„Was he crying again?“ you asked exhaustedly, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. „I didn′t hear him. And you didn′t wake me up.“

„What for? I got up, made him a bottle, changed his diaper, and tried to rock him back to sleep. But as you can see, it didn't work.“

With a smile, you noticed how your son was looking right at you. His light-blue eyes half opened and half closed, as Porco gently rubbed his back, drawing tiny circles onto his soft skin. With his other hand, he was holding one of the books Bert gifted you during your baby shower.

„We both know you need some extra sleep, so I gladly took care of everything. Little dude looks satisfied,“ he joked, kissing his son′s head. He had hair like Porco, blond and thick. And thanks to him, always perfectly combed, even if he had to fix it multiple times a day. „He just doesn′t want to sleep.“

„Well, he likes hanging out with you.“

„At...“ he said, put down the book, and reached for his phone on the nightstand to check the time. It was still dark when you looked over to the window. „Three in the morning?“

You shrugged, leaning closer and kissing your son′s tiny little forehead. He slightly lifted his head from Porco′s chest, making you smile even wider. The decision to have a baby at this time of your life didn′t come easy to you. You needed to think about many things, mainly your work. But looking back at all of those decisions you had to make, you didn′t regret any of them.

This... this period of your life was the most beautiful yet. Even more, because you got to experience it with the love of your life. Seeing Porco become the father he so wanted to be, was magical. No, it was even more than magical. You were still in awe every single moment of every single day. It looked like he was born for this. He always knew what to do, how to calm your little one down, and how to handle even the hardest situations.

„What?“ Porco asked.

„Nothing, just... you two look so cute together,“ you said, reaching out your hand toward your son. His little hand almost immediately wrapped around your thumb, squeezing it surprisingly hard. „Oh, you′re getting strong, baby. Strong like your daddy.“

„Of course he is. He'll soon be more of a man than I've ever been,“ Porco joked. You could hear the proudness in his voice. He was like this from the very first moment after your baby was finally born. And even before that, during the longest nine months of your life. He loved to talk to your belly multiple times a day, insisting that the baby needs to get used to his voice. „And only thanks to you, babe.“

„No, thanks to us. We′re raising him together.“

„Don′t forget about Marcel and Pieck,“ he reminded you, making you smile. His brother and your best friend were a big part of your baby′s life since you told them about your pregnancy. They wanted to be involved in everything, always being there when you needed help with something. „Those two are obsessed with him.“

„Can you blame them? Just look at him.“

The little one was a perfect mixture of you both. He had your lips and chin, but definitely, Porco′s nose and his big eyes. He loved to say, that they are definitely going to turn hazel in a couple of months. And you hoped he would be right. Having a mini version of your beloved husband seemed too cute to pass up.

„He is everything I hoped for,“ Porco said, carefully leaning closer to you and pressing your lips together. He thanked you probably a million times, that you made him a father and gave him the most precious gift ever. While it was challenging for the both of you, to get used to this new life, he enjoyed every single second. It was apparent in his every action and every word. „And I really can′t wait until he′s a bit older and we can do a bunch of fun stuff together.“

You knew he would be an amazing father long before your son was born. After all, he took excellent care of you during your pregnancy. He kept up with all of your moods and emotions, tried some of your pregnancy cravings with you, and loved taking you baby shopping whenever you wished. With Marcel′s help they put together the nursery in barely three days, keeping in mind every single detail to make the room perfect.

„Not that I′m not enjoying every single moment right now.“

„You look really happy when you′re with him. Happier than I’ve ever seen you before.“ Porco smiled, while you sat up and cuddled up to him. You ran your fingers through your son’s hair just as he slowly closed his eyes.

„This is all I’ve ever wanted. My very own little family. With you, of course.“

„What if I said no back then?“

„You didn’t.“

„But what if I did?“ you nudged his side teasingly, pressing your lips to his cheek in a quick kiss, before giving the very same kiss to your baby as well. Porco’s mom told you, that Porco had almost identical chubby cheeks when he was a baby.

„You didn’t and you won’t do the next time either,“ Porco answered confidently.

„Yeah? What makes you so sure?“ you teased him, carefully picking up your son, and while cradling him against your chest, you sat astride on Porco’s abdomen. A surprised grin made its way onto his lips, while his arms gently grabbed your hips.

„What makes me so sure?“ he repeated your question, while you leaned forward and connected your lips. Before you pulled away once again, he pressed a tiny kiss into the baby’s hair. „You love seeing me do all the fatherly things. And you would very much miss the sight of me carrying a baby around when this little dude gets a bit older.“

You smiled, biting down on your lower lip. „Well... you do look irresistible and very attractive while taking care of him. And carrying him around the house without a shirt all the time.“

„You know what the doctor said. Skin-to-skin is very important for babies, especially in these first few weeks.“

With a playful nod and another kiss, you looked down at the sleeping baby in your arms. He really was the sweetest little gift this life could have given you. All the more, you could experience all these tender and adorable moments with Porco, who already proved himself to be the best father ever. And you could only dream what the future would bring to your family – more blessings and love-filled days spent together, enjoying even the tiniest little details of ordinary life.

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you #aot x reader #aot x you #snk #shingeki no kyojin #n.sfw

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caesthetix · 1 month

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GREAT DESCENDANT — Part 3. Obsidian Scarf

↪ Attack on Titan series

↪ content; warrior!reader, aged-up character, graphic description of violence, slow burn, season 4 spoiler

When you first breached the wall maria, what went inside your mind next was how to make sure everyone could survive. You and your fellow warriors were just thirteen and fourteen years old kids at that time, and no one knew what the condition would be inside the walls.

There were lots of crimes such as robbery, human trafficking, and fraud going around. Even the garrison soldiers who were supposed to take care of the crisis inside the walls along with the military police seemed to be overwhelmed by how the condition turned out to get worse and worse every day.

So a year right after the breach, the majority of the refugees had to devote their lives and join the military to reclaim back wall maria. The royal government summoned around two hundred fifty thousand people to join the operation, mostly healthy men, and some of them were even women.

It had become a public secret that the results of the mission would turn out like that. With only a few surviving, barely one hundred people left, and you were devastated that day when you worked near the Plaza, finding Armin walking mindlessly, clutching a worn-out hat which he told you that it was belonged to his grandfather.

One of the summoned soldiers — who went to reclaim the wall and never came back.

Even though it was a cruel way to push those people to die, everyone inside the wall couldn't thank them enough for their sacrifices. The food shortage slowly got better for everyone who was still alive, the refugees even got a proper house to live their days. And slowly, everything started to ease down.

But of course, there was no guarantee that they would be safe. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't have to relive the same thing ever again. You knew that, you knew things that they never thought would happen. And you still hate yourself for becoming the reason why it happened in the first place.

"Are you sure that you are going to join the military?"

Your thought was interrupted by the gentle, mature voice that belonged to Mrs. Keller. She was the one who had been helping you out and offered you a job two years ago where you and the others barely survived. You worked with her by putting labels on her husband's wine, and she had treated you like her own daughter ever since.

"Yes, I am sure of that, Mrs. Keller."

Meanwhile, Mr. Keller himself was never home, rarely to be exact. He always traveled around Sheena to distribute his wine to the nobleman and aristocrats, leaving his wife in a house that was too big to be filled with one person. And even now, you didn't dare to ask her why she didn't have children.

She was such a perfect woman in your eyes, reminding you of your mother back home. Mrs. Keller remembered all your stories that you told her, about how you were not alone since you had three friends who were always there for you. She even invited them to have dinner with her, saying that the atmosphere would be nicer with more people around.

Annie being Annie was cautious at first, refusing to eat the meal that Mrs. Keller prepared for everyone. But when she saw Reiner crying after one mouthful of a spoon, she decided to taste the meal and always became the first one who finished it after that.

"Oh, dear. I will miss you so much!"

You were currently focusing on the label in your hand, sticking your tongue out a little as you didn't want the paper to be wrinkled or else it wouldn't look good on the bottle. But of course, you didn't expect Mrs. Keller to wrap her arms around you all of a sudden, squeezing your torso playfully, yet you could feel the affection from the gesture.

She didn't say anything as she just continued to hug you, sometimes even planting her lips at the back of your head. And you just stood there, basking yourself from the tenderness of a parent. It was nice to have something to hold on to for a while, even if you knew that she could possibly die by your own hand in the future.

But you shook it off, erasing all the negative thoughts that often slipped inside your mind. Just for once, you wanted to be selfish, so you pulled away from her, only to jump at her embrace and squeeze her torso so tight you didn't want to let go.

Today would be the last time you helped her. Tomorrow you were going to the cadet corps along with your friends. She had been talking a lot more than usual, not wanting to waste just one second away from you. You knew that she loved you like her own daughter, and you too, loved her like she was your mother.

From how her fingers would gently untangle the knot on your hair or the gentle pat on top of your head — you had been masking yourself with the idea that you were just a normal citizen in Paradis, whom your father always busy with work and rarely home, whom your mother was a gentle, loving woman who loved children.

You knew you didn't deserve any of it, you knew you didn't have the right to feel such love and hugged her body as if she was not one of your future victims. But when you felt her palms caressing your hair, whispering that she would miss you and send you lots of letters — you decided to accept this little heaven that you created.

"By the way, I have something for you!" She abruptly pulled away as she grinned, her green orbs glimmered with mischief before booping your nose. "Wait here, okay, darling? I'll be right back!" And before you could answer, she already stormed off to the upstairs, who knew what that woman would do.

You shook your head as you just leaned yourself on the table behind you. This workplace filled like home already with how many days that you spent here. Boxes filled with high-quality wine, stacks of shiny labels that you should stick on the red bottle — you would genuinely miss this place and the person who owned it.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, interrupting your thought. And you could imagine how Mrs. Keller was running down the stairs impatiently so she could see your adorable face once more. She had her usual charming smile plastered on her face as she strode towards you, a kraft paper bag in hand.

"Here you go." She handed it to you with a giddy smile, wanting to see your reaction to the gift. "I ask my husband to send something from Sheena. It's nothing much, but I hope you could use this as a soldier." So you opened the paper bag, retrieving a piece of cloth from inside. "You know, maybe to warm you up when winter comes."

You gently laid the packaging on the desk, orbs never leaving the warm, velvety clothes in your hand. It was an obsidian-coloured scarf, and you knew from how thin yet warm it was, or the way that you couldn't find any shabby seam on the textile — this must be worth lots of coins inside these walls.

"Mrs. Keller you don't have—"

"Hush, now."

She shut you up in the most gentle way, resting both hands on your shoulder and squeezed it gently. You didn't have to hear any other syllable slip from her lips, it just needed her warm gaze and reassuring smile to know that she wanted you to take it without hesitation.

It was as if she was trying to tell you that you couldn't get rid of her that easily — and she would be there for you every step of the way.

Your vision blurred. A single teardrop fell down your cheek, followed by a hiccup and nasty snort. You never cried like this, even when you bid farewell to your homeland, even when Marcel died to save you, never once you became such a mess.

Maybe it was because everything mixed into one that your heart and mind could not even understand. You didn't know if you cried because of your sadness and the guilt that kept eating you every day from the inside, or because of something as simple as feeling so loved.

It was both.

Her fingers delicately fetch the piece of cloth from your hand, asking you if you wanted her to help you wear it. You couldn't even answer it verbally, afraid that your voice would crack. So you just gave her a single nod in between your sobs, and it was the only thing she needed before circling the scarf on your neck.

"Oh, I forgot you wore a necklace. Pardon me."

You didn't flinch as her cold fingertips grazed your skin. She looked so focused, biting her bottom lip while squinting her eyes a little as she draped the scarf unevenly. Looping the longer end around your neck, she crossed both ends and tucking it gently under the loop.

Mrs. Keller took one step backward to admire her handiwork, but as her orbs moved up and down with an affectionate look, you knew that she wasn't just trying to make sure if the scarf was tucked in nicely. She appreciated you, engraving your figure like this inside her mind.

"You are perfect, my dear!" She clasped her hand together, grinning so wide that sometimes you wanted to ask if it hurt her or not for doing so. "Remember me when you graduate! I will send you lots of letters, and you have to answer them back, okay, little girl?"

"Yes, yes. I will." You chuckled softly before wrapping your arms around her once again, one that she reciprocated almost in an instant. With your mission, you didn't know if you could meet her again after graduation, but surely you would answer each of her letters without a doubt. "I promise I will, mom."

Everyone knew how much Mrs. Keller loved and cared for your entire well-being, so it didn't surprise them when you came back later than usual today. You always looked like you had no burden on your shoulder when you got back, having this little smile and a serene expression on your face.

So many times Reiner had been telling you to be careful, afraid of the demons putting a spell on you. But you shrugged it off and kept silent since you knew the truth about the citizens in Paradis, and he knew too well not to push you too much — still haunted by your glare that he received two years ago when he brought up Marcel.

"What's going to happen to our room?"

You were currently packing some of your clothes into your bag when you heard Annie's voice. She was mostly silent, but the two of you talked on a daily basis since she was a lot more comfortable being around you than the others. Probably because you had the same gender as her and became her roommates.

"Maybe they are going to keep it open for us, in case we are going to be back here." You stopped for a while, deciding to sit on the edge of the bed that creaks a little as you plopped yourself. "Since they literally give this room to us, and there are no other refugees who still need shelter."

Annie just gave you a small hum as she leaned her back on the wall, showing that she listened to your answer. But something bothered her mind and you could see it from how she seemed to be a lot more fidgety, not calm and collected like usual.

"But we are not going to be back here." Her voice dropped, lingered with solemn. "Right?"

You knew the answer to that, hell, you were sure that she knew too all along. Yet the way she asked you right now, she wanted you to lie. She had grown fond of those people who worked with her on the stables for the last two years, the blonde started to feel like she was home.

And you wanted to lie to her. If that meant she could at least live in a fantasy where she was just a normal sixteen years old teen instead of a warrior, you would lie to her. But you knew there was no point in that, sooner or later the fantasy would crack.

"I don't know, Annie." Though maybe you could give her the benefit of the doubt. "There was a possibility." And you didn't have any intention to give her more than that.

She seemed pleased enough with your answer, and you didn't try to say anything more as you let her create her own fantasy, her own path. You have been doing that for the last couple of years with Mrs. Keller as your mother figure, and you thought Annie would need that too, with a goal to keep her sanity in check.

"Have you ever missed anyone from home?" You were surprised when she talked again, and it seemed like she was a lot more talkative today. "From Marley, our homeland."

Your mind immediately veered from one person to another of the familiar faces that often popped up every now and then. Long-blonde hair, warm dark eyes, and cheeky smile; your father. The first one who filled your mind within a second when you heard the question. Then soft strands, styled in an updo — her laugh resonating through your ear as she watched you sneeze over a horse mane; your mother.

Pieck’s dishevelled hair that was always tied in a ponytail and how she always scurried off to anywhere Zeke went to, you could always picture them together. Whether it was something utterly platonic, or perhaps more than respect and admiration, you would never know. Hopefully, someday you will.

And of course, of course, he slipped in your mind. Perhaps he even popped at the same time as your father, but you just didn't want to acknowledge it before. His smug, annoying face that you wanted to slap sometimes. Or his cute, button nose that you liked to pinch or boop at random times that resulted in you getting another shout from him.

There was this peaceful expression on your face as you daydreamed about them, spending time again with those people that you loved and adored so much. Annie couldn't help but look at you with a small smile since she knew who would be in your mind at the moment. Despite her not being attached to the other warriors, she was quite observant of what happened around her.

"Galliard, eh?" Her voice pulled you back forcefully to the present. "I could never understand how come you like him. Marcel is more — partner material, but you never batted your eyes at someone else far from the rude blonde."

"Hey, now!" You fake gasped, clutching your heart dramatically. "Porco is unique, mind you." Annie snorted a little at your reasoning, shaking her head in amusement before she finished her packing, throwing the large backpack near the door. "And I don't know what you are talking about. I don't romantically like him if that's what you are trying to imply."

"Oh, please. Everyone with eyes could see how much you liked him."

"I do not—"

"Your eyes would light up with hearts like a lovesick girl."

"Annie, I am not!"

"You don't even realise that someone looks at you the same way, right?"

Your heart stopped at that. Before, you were whining and begging her to stop, jutting out your lips as you were too embarrassed that she exposed you like that. But this, this information — she announced it so smoothly as if she just talked about how bland the food was in Paradis.

You waited for her to elaborate more, perhaps giving you a hint or just saying it again since you still couldn't believe it. But with how Annie just tucked herself under the white blanket, ready to sleep, it seemed like you wouldn't get any explanation that you wanted. And at the same time, you were actually relieved, because then you didn't have to think much about this person she mentioned.

Pouting, you decided to just sleep in for the night since you would need all the stamina that you had for tomorrow. And just like any other night, you hoped that you could have a good dream today instead of the usual nightmare which never got tired of haunting you.

But it seemed like today, the one thing that haunted you was Annie's words.

You couldn't sleep, turning and shifting your body around that made your friend groan in a few minutes. Her bed was placed right across from yours, so when you turned to the left, the two of you would see eye to eye, and she had been glaring dagger at you for ruining her sleep (and you forgot that she could be a lot crankier than you when it came to that).

"What?"

Grinning sheepishly, you ignored the irritated look on her face. You were curious about what she meant by that, surely if someone was interested in you, you would have known it, right? But perhaps this someone was subtle, so despite having your friend ready to bark at you at this moment, you decided to ask.

"May I know who this person is?" You whispered-shout, feeling like anyone could walk inside the room. "Or you know, just give me a hint or something?"

"It's a boy." But that was the only thing she said before covering her whole face with the blanket, wanting to rest already and hoping that you would leave her alone for now. Yet even though she already hid under the white sheet, she could still feel your gaze bore on her. "And he had been looking at you like that since we were in Marley."

So hopefully, that added information — which actually didn't help you at all from knowing who it was — could satisfy you for tonight.

You decided to focus on your own thoughts after that, not wanting to disturb your friend even more. Having this mission in your hand shouldn't make you think too much about a matter of the heart. But something like this always excited you, and you cherished all of the precious feelings that you harboured for anyone.

Whether it was platonic or family love as you had to your parents and the maids in your home, or perhaps romantic love that you slightly felt when younger Galliard was around — whatever it was, you loved to understand it. Because you were certain that feeling was the greatest invention humans ever found.

The sun almost set for the day, painting the sky with an orange hue, creating a sense of comfort and tranquillity. Golden hour, you read that in one of the books you had, about how the sun turned everything that it touched into gold, for how everything felt like you were walking in a dream as warm enveloped your body.

For about the majority of your life, you always flew to your father's study when the clock struck five in the afternoon. No maids or butlers would stop you, knowing too well what you were going to do. The large window inside the room stretched throughout the wall, making it possible for the sunlight to illuminate the space.

And he would wait for you, you knew that your father saved all of his work and took a rest at such an hour. Because you were going to be there, because you would barge inside the room, running towards the windowpane and pressed your face on the glass, eyes glimmering as your orbs tinted with orange.

You remembered that one day you barged inside the room, not seeing how the guards tensed up and tried to stop you. White, maybe around a dozen men wearing a white uniform, a military uniform. Your father didn't scold you and gently scooted you outside, telling you that he had to finish a job. But you couldn't forget the menacing and disgusted look on their faces when they looked at you.

That was the first, and the last time you ever saw them. Your father always made sure that he had an empty schedule in the afternoon ever since, certain that his little girl would go to his study without knocking, and he didn't mind that, not at all. And that had become another routine that you shared with him.

When the clock struck five p.m., your tiny feet would drag you to your father's study. And he would always be there, sitting on his plush leather chair, waiting for you.

"I am not going to wait for you, you know."

Grumbling under his breath, he didn't face you ever since you sat there on top of the wooden crate right outside the base, accompanying him even though he didn't ask you to. "Either you or Marcel, I am not going to wait for the two of you to come back. Hell, I even wish that Reiner didn't come back at all but he had the armoured titan so he needed to come back."

He had been kicking pebbles and turned his back on you, both hands pocketed inside his trousers. And after around fifteen minutes of silence, he decided to speak up, only to say some discouraging things to you. Then again though, it was Porco Galliard you were talking to. He never said anything nice to you, what made you think he would change just because you are going to Paradis tomorrow?

"I know, Porco." You answered to satisfy him, knowing that he could be more irritated if you didn't say anything back.

Then it went back to another silence.

You had to get back after this, your parents must have wanted to spend their time with you, their only daughter. Tomorrow morning you needed to get on the ship that brought you to Paradis. A one-way-ticket, you believed. The military would leave you there with the other warriors, not coming back for perhaps a few years.

There was a high chance that some of you wouldn't come back, even everyone in the military knew that there was a possibility that this mission would fail. Yet they kept on going, feeling certain that at least with five titans infiltrating the Paradis, stealing the founding titan would be an easy task once they knew who inherited it.

Warriors would decapitate them, bringing whoever it was back to Marley and let other warrior candidates devour them. Though if they showed immense resistance, one of the remaining warriors had to eat them. No, the military was absolute and they told you to be the one who ate them — because you were a Tybur, because you inherited the powerful war hammer titan.

And yes, you should have been back by now. The last warrior meeting ended around half an hour ago. Yet here you were, wanting to spend your time with someone who didn't even look at you the entire time you were sitting there. You should have come back, having a quality moment with your family instead of wasting your time here, watching the back of the warrior candidates whose expression was unknown to you.

You could have caught the sunlight and watched it with your father inside his study, maybe even invited your mother for the day. That was what you were supposed to do, that was the right thing to do from the eyes of others.

But just today, for the last time in Marley, you wanted to have a memory where you watched the sunset with Porco Galliard.

It was always the same, no matter where you were in this world, the orange hue would stretch across the horizon at this time of day. And here, nothing changed, except maybe beside the fact that you were enjoying it with strangers, fellow soldiers, instead of warriors.

You thanked whoever built this place for making the barracks facing the west, becoming a perfect place for you to see the sun when it started to set. Now, you could spend time here, enjoying the serene atmosphere and the steady yet gentle breeze after the training was done for the day.

Your eyes flickered to a female soldier that had been running around the main ground, you shook your head in amusement when you recalled the event from a few hours prior. The girl ate a boiled, warm potato in the middle of the field where everyone was supposed to stand still with a perfect stance.

Well, here she was right now, running until her body couldn't take it. And despite how Annie mumbled under her breath about how nonsense everything was here — either it was the weak cadets or the messed-up training system — you couldn’t help but smile at the variety of people that you met here so far.

Maybe the life of a soldier wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Pock, Commander Magath called for you."

A delicate voice rang through his ear, pulling him back from his thoughts as he stared at the orange sky. But he didn't avert his eyes from the sight, not even for a second since he waited until the sun was hiding behind the horizon. Wanting to feel the only connection that he had with someone.

"There's only one sun in this world, Porco."

He had been standing here for a while, on the cliff not too far from Liberio. Two years, he wanted to mock himself for doing something like this for the past two years. No one knew the reason why he seemed so engrossed watching the sunset when he had never been like this before.

"It would be where I laid my eyes upon every day before the night came."

And despite all the rumours that were going around, despite how many times he was called at this time of day to face the commander. He would still stand there, hazel orbs watching every second passed by as the sun hid behind the hill, believing that your eyes landed on the same thing.

Even though you were an ocean away from him.

"I'll be there in a minute, Pieck."

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nixie-writes-aot · 2 years

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goddd porco is. So. Hot. Can i request porco and a fem reader with bratting?

Porco + Brat Taming

Warnings: nsfw, bratting/brat taming, degradation, impact play, hair pulling, begging, daddy kink

Pairing: Porco Galliard x female reader

Author's Note: Lots of Porco love today hdndkdn. Galliard in general, I have a req for Marcel too also yes this is depraved hdbdjs

"Thats right." Porco grunted, slamming his cock into you, his hand pulling your head back by your hair.

You were moaning, feeling each harsh snap of his hips that drove his cock into that one spot. Your sweet spot. His voice deep with a rough edge to it as he growled in your ear. You gripped the edge of the desk you were bent over.

"Fucking brat." He hissed, "So goddamned tight around my cock like a whore."

"Y-your whore!" You squeaked, gasping.

Porco chuckled, "Yeah? You're my whore now? That right?" You nodded fervently in response, a whine slipping past your lips.

Porco slapped your ass with his ither hand, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock as he did, a louder moan ripping itself from your mouth. He had decided that he'd fuck obedience into you. After the little stunt with his football team. After you nearly ratted him out to the captain of the team. Accidently, you had sworn.

"You little fucking rat." Porco huffed, "Trying to make this easier on yourself, yeah?"

"Fuck!" You gasped, feeling him slap your ass again but harder.

"Give me a fucking answer, bitch." Porco demanded.

Yiu nodded, "Y-yes! Fuck! Daddy, please! I'm sorry! I'll behave next time, I'll be good!" You begged, voice shrill.

"Fuck, you bet your ass you will. Pretty little slut, sobbing on Daddy's cock, hm?" He mocked.

"Yes! Fuck! Wanna cum, Daddy!" You were practically sobbing, really.

"Then do it. Fucking cum on my cock." Porco grunted, his cock not letting up on that sweet spot of yours. Porco never did.

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pocksprincess · 8 months

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Death Stranding AU

Porco Galliard x f!reader

CW: smut and dark themes; suicidal thoughts, monsters, horror, violence, blood, death, post-apocalyptic setting (each chapter will have its own individual trigger warnings).

This series is a reposting from the old blog.

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Terminology:

Bridges- a company that was formed to reconnect the fractured society of the USA after the cataclysmic event known as the Death Stranding.

BTs- souls trapped in the land of the living that form entities known as Beached Things, or BTs, they are hostile towards living beings.

Cryptobiotes- small life forms that float around unique natural formations, they can survive any environment, no matter how harsh. They replenish a small amount of blood and increase resistance to TimeFall when eaten by humans.

Death Stranding- an event that caused the world between the afterlife and ours (purgatory) to collide with the living world, entangling life and death.

DOOMS- a condition that grants people a greater connection to the "other side", the land of the dead. People afflicted with DOOMS are called "sufferers" of the condition. Depending on the individuals level of DOOMS, sometimes they can sense BTs or even see them.

MULEs- a faction of cargo thieves suffering from "Porter syndrome", an obsession with their previous profession. They will chase others and incapacitate them in order to steal their cargo. Many have been driven mad by the environment and circumstances, but they do not kill, and are deathly afraid of BTs.

Necrosis- a stage of death that happens after cardiac arrest (the heart has stopped beating), after which the corpse will become a Beached Thing.

Porter- freelance delivery personnel who transport cargo across the continent of UCA (United Cities of America, renamed after the events of the Death Stranding).

Repatriate- an individual with the ability to return to life after death. When people die they end up in a place called the Seam, and Repatriates can guide their soul through the Seam back to their bodies.

The Beach- a limbo, or purgatory, between the world of the living and the afterlife. Everyone has their own unique Beach that is personal to them once they die.

The Seam- the place that connects the living world to the Beach, this is where souls end up, and where Repatriates can guide their souls back to their bodies.

TimeFall- otherworldly rain that accelerates time of everything it first touches and then turns into normal water again. The appearance of TimeFall, accompanied by an inverted rainbow, signal the presence of BTs.

Voidout- an explosion that is caused when the anti-matter of a BT consumes living matter (when a human body is consumed by a BT).

Series Masterlist -

Part One: Easy Way Out

Part Two: We Carry On (Because We Have To)

Part Three: Anything You Need

Part Four: Final Waltz

Epilogue: Without You

This series is ongoing.

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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COLLEGE! PORCO HEADCANONS

starring: Porco Galliard

rating: sfw, 18+

notes: just some random ideas and headcanons I have for Porco, maybe something I'll work on more in the future! I'm a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope and I think there's a lot of potential with this one! Please enjoy, drop an ask for more!

I also wanted to dedicate this to @hangeslefteye for always being there and for getting me on the Porco bandwagon (: a true inspiration fighting for the cause (the cause being more Porco content hahah)

So before I get into these head canons (which predominately take place in a gym setting), here's some context

I'm a big fan of the Warriors being a soccer team? Maybe that's their college team! Meanwhile (y/n) is on a volleyball team, maybe just the intramural level team though because she's busy being a main character hahah :) my friends on the college team had no social lives but we're going to give (y/n) okay

But yeah definitely in one of those situations where the intramural volleyball games run late, which pisses off the Warriors who have practice immediately after? Cue Porco and (y/n) bickering a lot!

Okay so yeah they don't like each other

But just imagine that you're at the gym and you notice Porco there? With his beefy arms on full display

And you're kind of like "what?" y'know, giving him a look from across the room

You're just doing your thing, finishing up your reps on the machine and you look up again and Porco is walking towards you?

You roll your eyes at him when he's in close proximity and take your headphone out. "Can I help you?"

"It seems like you can help out the creep who's drooling over you across the floor," he scowls

You didn't even notice, but you glance behind Porco and see some random guy staring at you while he lifts weights

Porco just kind of just watches over you for the rest of your time at the gym? And it's nice? You don't want to strangle him for once?

He keeps an eye on the stranger, glaring at him whenever he gets up from his machines

But he also spots you while you're doing your chest press? And helps you set up for hip thrusts?

"You're doing your pull ups wrong, dummy. You should be angling your hips forward, not arching back," "Shut up, Porco, what do you know." "More than you, I'm minoring in kinesiology. Now here lemme--" and he waits for your nod before gently moving your hips forward.

It turns out he's finished his workout like thirty minutes ago but he's just hanging out with you now, pushing you to do one more rep and bickering to you about being able to do a heavier weight "What, you going easy today or something, (l/n)? You can add an extra 5 pounds, easy. I'll spot ya."

At one point he shows you how much he can bench because, yeah, he hates you, but he's a guy who will take any excuse to show off his muscles lmao we know this man is disciplined as hell in the gym

But when you lean over the bench to spot him, you notice the twinge of pink on his ears?

Unrelated but his hair from chapter 119? That's what his hair looks like while he's working out oh lord

Let's say you already did your cardio earlier? Too bad Porco is guiding you to the treadmills

Okay but let's say you suck at running and Porco gives you so much shit for it? You just hate treadmill-running though, and you don't really need to run much for volleyball anyway, just a couple laps to warm up

You're sweating and miserable and Porco offers to buy you a post-workout smoothie as a reward for running ten minutes lmao

"If you don't like treadmill-running, I take this one route through the town that ends near Liberio Park? My brother and I used to run that when he went here" (Marcel is a doctor and alive in this AU)

And you kind of look at him like * "I don't really like to run alone either?"

"What? Why not?"

"It's not really safe?"

And he gets kind of quiet and mutters to you, "Well, I usually go in the mornings, if you wanted to come with?"

And you just look at him, incredulous. And he looks away and sips his smoothie "--only if you want to, I guess."

And so you agree to meet him outside of campus the next day and you start your run together! He definitely has way more endurance than you as a soccer player though oops

It's so obvious that he could be going way faster but he jogs to keep up with you, and stops to walk with you when you need a break

You catch him smiling at you when you stop to admire some of the flowers that are blooming outside of the park. "What?"

"Your face is all red and sweaty," this man has W rizz

Turns out there's also a wellness-type cafe near the park so you both get post-workout smoothies again and walk back towards campus

Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this or if you'd like more! My dream would be to start a college series with the main boys, maybe even developing fics for each of them!! If this is something you're interested in, please let me know! Leave an ask for any ideas or requests for Porco or the others!

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vainilla-milk · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 13 - Photo album

pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem! Reader

tags: porco and reader have a child, modern au

wordcount: 585

Porco always thought pink looked good on you, whether you wore it in a skirt, sneakers or on your gel nails. He also always thought your smile was adorable, every time you smiled you made him smile. Porco thought that he really liked to watch you constantly.

It was for that reason that when you started dating, photos became a fixture in your lives.

Now in the morning before breakfast, he had sat down on the living room couch to look at one of the several photo albums he has on the shelf.

In the older albums housed not only photographs, there were plenty of memes (your favorites and his), screenshots of memorable chats, downloaded Instagram stories. Every visual element Porco deemed worthy of prevailing over time.

He had some crafts and letters of yours saved in the album too, you used to make them a lot and gift them to him when you were in college. You loved doing it, but when you graduated and started working you had to stop doing it as much as you used to.

Porco always thought it was a wise decision to keep those crafts, especially your cheesy letters, he loved to reread them from time to time.

Each album was a real trip back in time, a bible attesting to your relationship.

When he finishes that fat book of photos from your college days, he gets up from the couch to put it back and take out the last album he had that was still being filled.

The one of the family he formed with you.

To be honest, Porco would never openly admit to getting emotional looking at those pictures.

He could spend all day looking at your wedding photos, admiring your happiness and how beautiful you looked in that wedding dress. He would also gawk at the pictures of when you became a mom and he became a dad, never ceasing to be amazed at how tiny his baby was when he was born.

His concentration is interrupted when he hears tiny footsteps coming toward him, right on cue.

"Daddy?" he calls. "I'm hungry"

In the doorway leading to the living room, stands your little five-year-old son sleepily with his hands resting on his belly. Porco smiles at the sight of him and closes the album to go to the child.

"Breakfast is almost ready, will you help me take him to mommy?" he asks him gently as he carries him, receiving an enthusiastic response from your son.

A few minutes later you see Porco and your baby entering the room with a large tray full of food, two cups of coffee and a smaller cup with chocolate milk. You smile at them, still sleepy refusing to leave your body.

"Good morning" your husband greets you with a kiss on your lips.

Your son settles in next to you, eager for breakfast. Once you give him the cup you start with your breakfast, always watching that your little one doesn't drip with milk.

Porco watches you both, mentally capturing every moment. It's not long before he has his cell phone in hand.

"Honey, smile" he says to you.

When you realize it you alert your son and both raise their cups waiting for the photo to be captured. Porco smiles indicating to you that he has already taken the picture, so everyone continues eating breakfast.

At the end of the day, Porco will have several new photos to print and add to his latest album.

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mommypieck · 1 year

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༺ ♱ ༻ 3/10 - aot threesome

✿ porco x reader x pieck (i had virgin porco in mind while writing it)

"look at her." pieck aws as her hands explore your body. one of her hands pinches your nipple while the other turns your face so that she could kiss you. she looks you straight in the eyes, "do you want pokko to make you feel good?" she asks, turning her attention to porco. he looks embarrassed, looking down at his feet and avoiding all eye contact with you.

"i heard him talk with the boys and he said that he would like to fuck you." pieck says, smirking when porco furrows his eyebrows at her. you moan at her words, leaning for another kiss from her. she swirls her tongue around yours, tasting your mouth.

"because if he doesn't say yes anytime soon, im gonna take you myself."

her fingers slither down to your clit and she strokes it in slow strokes. she tsks when she notices how wet you are mostly because of porco watching you. he pushes one digit inside, thrusting it in and out. even with only one finger you feel euphoric because she knows all of your sweet spots.

pieck smiles when porco joins you on the bed. he quickly undresses his shirt and he behinds to undo hi pants but pieck stops him.

"let y/n do that." she says, nodding at you to help him out. you sit in between his legs, making porco gulp. you teasingly pull his pants down, leaving him only in his boxers. you blush when you see a wet spot forming on his boxers.

"are you gonna fuck her now, pokko?" she asks as she comes behind you to kiss her neck. porco feels high and he can only nod.

"yes, im gonna fuck her now." he whispers as he gets on top of you. you smile up at him, making him blush. he kisses you on the lips before grabbing one of you boobs, massaging them. you arch you back at him, silently begging him to touch your cunt. his fingers finally reach your clit and he messily rubs your clit around it, making you whine.

"please fuck me already." you whimper, reaching down to rub his hard on. he moans but gets in between your legs. he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning at the tightness around his cock.

"why are you this tight?" he blurs out, high on your pussy. you and pieck giggle at his comment. pieck gets next to him, helping his fuck you in the right pace.

"does he fuck you good?" she asks you and you nod. porco's cock is fat and it stretches you in the right ways. you yelp when his thrusts become rougher, fucking you till your legs shake.

"for your first time you're doing good." pieck giggles, teasing porco.

"shut up. not my first time. " he growls, fucking you even harder. you can feel your high nearing, walls clapping down on porco's cock and making his whine. you and pieck smile at the sound he made.

"im gonna cum." he whispers into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"fill her up." pieck encourages him. you can feel his hot cum filling you up. he lets out a deep whines as he empties himself inside of you and you can even feel him shake against you.

"good boy, pock. now let's see how long you can last as y/n sucks you off while i eat her out."

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killerbananas · 4 months

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Cherries 'n Cream

Porco does not condone you hiding his favorite hole from him.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 668 wc | afab!reader x Porco

Warnings: smut; period sex, Dom/sub, pushy Porco, slightly dubcon bully but honestly light

AN: Repost from my old account.

It’s the heaviest day of your period and you’re just looking for relief, which you readily find in the bathtub with your favorite vibrator. You’re not expecting your partner home for another few hours and the relaxation could do for your damn back muscles. So, it’s a surprise that collapses your legs closed when you are suddenly face-to-face with Porco.

“Hey, I -- oh. Oh? Couldn’t wait for me to get back before you started?”

“I-I would’ve, but I got my period and I --”

“So?”

“Huh?”

“So, what? You couldn’t keep it in your pants for me like a good girl? I guess I can understand a little, but you know how much I love touching you.”

“I didn’t think you’d be home so soon or, or, well that’d you’d want to when I’m-”

“So fucking needy, you can’t keep it in your pants. We’ve already been over this. Weren’t you here just a second ago? Now, scoot forward and let me get behind you.”

He grasps your chin with your hesitance spreading in pink hues on your cheeks.

“Or sit right there and I’ll play with you.”

You can barely nod, tones along your cheeks reddening deeply, quickly. Kneeled at the side of the tub, he takes the vibrator from your hands and presses the buttons in the order he needs to tease your pussy. The settings aren’t terribly different from what you had set, but they feel entirely other with the foreign future motions of his hands, how hard he presses. Your muscles in your torso flicker and flex with the changes and he orchestrates you to the edge before backing off again. You’re panting when he withdraws, sheds off his clothing as fast as he can, and is shoving himself into the bathtub with you. The water isn’t terribly high, but he plops and splashes right in.

“Did you think you could keep your body from me? Use your period as an excuse? Don’t you want me?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Por. I swear. Of course I want you with me, inside me.”

He loves that the color hasn’t left your face for a second, that you’re still panting from his ministrations. He wastes no time moving you around to face him. You’re thankful that there’s enough room without making a mess of water splashing out, but hardly focused on it once he has you straddling his lap, vibrator right back on your clit, and slowly sinking you down onto the filling girth of his member.

“Then let me in, pretty girl. Show me.”

It encourages you to finish out the rest of the plunge downward while he restarts the buttons to a new pattern as you positively writhe like a shuddering mess atop him.

“Isn’t that better?”

Confirmation isn’t forthcoming when he chooses the moment the question ends to turn the vibrator up another setting, but you still try. And the vibrations are traveling from where he holds it, through your body, and affecting him he’s turned it up so high to make you fucking come. The orgasm is toe-curling and convulsing like an attack on your system. It’s only when the sounds of reality reach your ears again that you realize he’s still fucking into you.

“There you are. Figured you’re opening up so sweet for me that we could go for multiple instead of edging. How’s that sound?”

“Anything for you, Por. Take it from my body. Use me.”

The growl that rips from his lungs pairs boldly with him lifting you both out of the water, ignoring everything but the towel you grab, as he moves to fuck you senseless on the bed. You can hardly move when he’s done and finally pulling out mid-spurt to back up just enough to cover your labia, then pushing back in playfully.

“You look like cherries and cream all over your pretty cunt. Next time, you better believe me when I tell you how badly I want to fuck you when you’re needy.“

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lostinwildflowers · 2 years

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Quickstep

Porco Galliard x Reader

Summary: Before the life of marriage, you and Porco were friends who had full-time classes to juggle between the two of you. And- a ballroom dance class.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: pining, idiot friends to lovers, Porco being a flirty lil shit, otherwise just more fluff :3

A/N: Hello my dears! This is yet another fic in the world of hubbyish Porco! This is based on the dance class I took this past spring, I hope y'all enjoy some flirty and blushy Pock :3 -Birch<3

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Part 3

The wind was brisk as you walked to your second class of the day. The white glow of snow on the ground twinkled, making you squint your (colored) eyes against its brightness. A shiver passes over you, a reminder of how brutal the spring semester could be.

You see, you were walking to your ballroom dance class, your second class of the day, and one that you have with your best friend, Porco Galliard. You usually meet him at the gym after your first class, biology with Dr. Dan, but the lovely winter weather made you cringe.

The dance class was Porco’s first class of the day, so he would drive from your shared apartment to campus before meeting you there.

The spring semester was just barely getting started, as it was only the second week of classes. You made it through the drones of syllabus week, and now things were starting to settle in… except for this class.

The whole notion of ballroom dance was… well, terrifying. Partnering up with random people and then letting them guide you around the dance floor? Absolutely not. The only reason both you and Porco decided to take the class was that it was the only available gym credit, plus you would have each other.

Throughout the first week, everyone in the class was too terrified to even look at another student, let alone think of dancing alone or dancing with a partner in close proximity.

There was one major issue with you, and it wasn’t even the aspect of dancing with a stranger. It was the fact that your best friend was your long-time crush and was hot.

That first week of class, you could see the other girls eyeing up the eye candy that is your best friend. Porco, of course, was oblivious and only wanted to talk to you about his rugby practices. Yet you wouldn’t be surprised when all of the girls suddenly wanted to dance with him as their partner.

Generally, you just ignored them the first week, as it was all singles work anyway. You just tried to focus on learning the steps and staying on time. You weren’t the most graceful person, but you were a fast learner which made things easier.

At that, you finally made it into the gym, where you started to unzip your coat and dry off your sneakers so that they didn’t squeak for the whole hour. Porco walked in just a minute after you, shooting you his signature wink, to which you just roll your eyes.

He sets his bag down next to yours before following you over to the lines for warm-ups. Porco smiles at you and mumbles, “Do you think we’ll be doing partners today?” A wave of nervousness hits you as you think about partners… dancing with Porco.

Instead, you just shrug and say, “Maybe, but it is only week two of-” “Alright everyone let’s start some stretches,” the deep voice comes of your instructor, Erwin Smith.

The tall blonde was one of the best dancers in the world, an Olympic gold medalist. So, your class does as he says and starts to stretch while listening to him talk you through the steps of the Quickstep again.

“Alright everyone, let’s put leads on the blue and green lines, and follows on the red and orange lines,” Erwin stated, gesturing to each respective group. The thing about the ballroom dance class that was hard that there were always more follows than leads.

Thus, even when Porco positioned himself in front of you, he got shifted down to another girl who needed a lead. He frowns and mouths a silent “sorry” to you, and you can feel disappointment bloom in your belly.

That feeling is quickly replaced by nerves again when another lead takes his place, a tall brunette who had a crooked smile and unkempt hair.

Oh great, you think to yourself, shuffling on your feet. This guy looks like a nerd, or he’s going to eat me alive. Fuck, I wish I was with Porco.

“Okay, now let’s practice getting into our standard frame,” Erwin continued, “Leads, offer the invitation to your follow with you left hand extended, not a creepy Darth Vader chokehold, but not a limp noodle. Very good.”

You crack a smile at the joke, and turn to look back at your very stiff lead. You begrudgingly take his hand, and follow the instructions of Erwin to finish setting up your frame for the Quickstep.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look your lead in the eyes, so you try to look over his shoulder, but end up looking off to the left, just where Porco and his follow happened to be.

Porco was giving the short redhead he was with a warm and comforting smile, one that said, I got you, I know this is kind of weird.

An unknown fire started burning in your belly, and you quickly recognized it to be jealousy. You couldn’t help it, the way he was looking at her was the way you wanted him to look at you.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you see Porco make his terrified partner shakily laugh through her nerves, and you flick your eyes back over the shoulder of your own partner.

You knew Porco was a gentleman, his momma raised him to be one. Yet it still stung to see the way his right hand rested firmly on her rib cage, and his eyes staying soft and inviting to her.

A few moments after adjusting each set of lead’s and follows frame, it was time to practice the steps. Everyone had been practicing the steps individually for the last week, but now it was time to put leads and follows together at Erwin’s count.

“Everyone ready? Alright, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick…” Erwin started counting.

You did your best to feel where you feet were and to trust your judgement. Instead of looking where your feet were, you tried to focus on staring at a point over your partner’s shoulder, counting the steps in your head.

But what you didn’t know is that Porco was watching you instead of his partner. He could see the effort and try in your eyes, the focus you had in your count, and the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, mirroring the counts Erwin was saying out loud.

And man did he think you looked beautiful.

One half second later, he stepped on his partner’s foot unknowingly. “I’m so sorry!” he rushes out, looking down to move his feet out of the way of her own.

Then suddenly, as if a train wreck happened, all of the other groups started to experience the same thing. Leads and follows were stepping on each other, getting behind the beat, and turning the wrong way.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Erwin said above the chatter of your class. “Let’s reset with new partners, leads thank your follow and shift one to your left.”

Your lead quietly thanks you and moves down the line, and you turn to see who you would be matched up with. That’s when you catch sight of Porco.

Porco could feel his cheeks burning as he apologized to the follow he had just stepped on, but she just brushed it off and lined up again. He shyly scratched his head before moving to his left, where you seem to pop up right in front of him, a wide grin on your face.

"Ready to dance?" you quip, but Porco just laughs and snaps back, "Aren't I the one who's supposed to ask you that?"

A laugh falls from your lips at that, your giggles music to Porco’s ears. He swears he almost chokes at the sight of you in front of him, laughing at him.

A moment later, Erwin’s voice chimes in again, saying to reset into your standard frame with the new partner. Porco smirks at you in his typical fashion, offering you his left hand, the invitation to dance, which you softly accept.

As you close your hand around his own, the proximity between you two to closes. Suddenly your breath is catching in your throat and your (colored) eyes are locked on his own green ones.

But somehow, it’s not as scary as it had been just a few minutes ago. It’s comforting, but it’s… intense in a way you’ve never experienced. Porco’s eyes had never looked so vividly green as they did at that moment, and you swear you were about to get lost in the forest that they were.

You then raise your left hand to rest on the junction of his shoulder and the top of his bicep, where your fingers naturally curl into the tight muscles. Then, just a second later, as if it were perfectly rehearsed, Porco brings his right hand to rest on your mid back and just barely the side of your waist.

At his touch on your side, you can’t help but shiver. You try to blink a few times to calm the quickening pace in your chest, praying that he can’t tell you’re flustered. He’s your best friends, get it together, you tell yourself.

Porco looks down at you, his brows softening at the slightly terrified look on your face and he quietly whispers, "Are you alright? It's just me."

You shake your head once to try to clear your thoughts and then you nod once, regaining eye contact before you whisper back, "I'm okay, this partner thing is all just a bit new."

Porco didn’t really buy it, but he could tell that from the look in your eyes, you were okay. Yet he knew something was bugging you and was festering in your mind.

"You know, I always imagined I'd be dancing with a pretty girl at my wedding, but I didn't think I'd be practicing with her in a college class," he murmurs cheekily, a sly smirk stretching out across his lips.

An intense heat immediately starts to burn on your cheeks, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach out of nowhere. You part your lips to reply to him, your (colored) eyes flicking back and forth between his green ones to find the lie in his words.

You had just about found your voice to respond to him when you hear Erwin’s voice next to you, “Wow your frame looks great. The natural chemistry between two lovers cannot be beaten!" At that, he then shifted down to the next partner set, leaving you and Porco a bit speechless.

If you were ready to sink into a hole at Porco's cheeky comment, that was the dirt to fill in your grave. When you return your gaze to Porco's, he has his own flush covering his cheeks and a look of uncertainty in his gaze.

There is no time to discuss it because the return of the counts comes back in out of nowhere, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick..." and then the voice drones out in the back of your head as your body starts to move on its own.

Porco's natural ability to lead lets you relax in his embrace, his footwork naturally stepping into you and away like the push and pull of a wave.

You don't look at your feet once as you hold his emerald gaze, and he does the same as he leads you down the line of dance. Everyone around you slowly begins to lose their cadence to the counts, but the two of you continue, feet perfectly in time to the rhythm of the Quickstep.

That is when you hear Erwin call for a spin, and you and Porco release each other in time before you feel his hand push you into the spin. He catches you with what seems like a practiced ease, right back into the frame before returning to the repetitive steps.

“And halt,” Erwin says.

The two of you stop, slightly puffing and still holding onto one another. It takes a moment for you to pull away, but Porco's touch lingers as you slowly lower your feet flat to the ground and take a step back.

You aren't really sure what overcame you during that dance, but all you know is that Porco has never looked at you like that before, and the feelings you've suppressed over the years were resurfacing.

Then seemingly with perfect timing, the bell rings in the gym, signaling that class was over. You start towards your things, your mind racing with thoughts of your blonde best friend.

But a warm hand grasping your own makes you turn around, spinning right back into Porco's broad chest.

“We've got some things to talk about, Y/n.”

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Getting held by the Jaw(Cat) titan-Porco

We ride onto Porco but not before testing his patience to it's limits xD

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''Porco!''you screamed to get the attention of huge cat alike titan.His skeleton face instantly snapped towards your direction.''I think I sprained my ankle, I can't walk at all''

Even though war was over,there was no way for you to walk all the way back to the trenches.

He carefully crawled to your direction and stopped in front of you.One of his giant hands made a move to pick you up but he stopped immediately.His gaze fell on his sharp claws,he acknowledged that he would hurt you even worse if he tried to take you into his hands so instead he grabbed the back of your uniform to pick you up.

''Ow ow ow no!Stop, you are so rude Porco!''you squeeked and tried to fight with it as he lifted you off the floor.The giant made a grunting sound and dropped you back onto your feet.

''Are you trying to kill me Pock?!''you asked while you held the collar of your uniform to breathe better.As you tried to catch your breath,you saw the titan dangerously creeping over you and you realised what you accidentally called him.But it was too late for you to apologize because he grasped your ponytail with his sharp claws and pulled you up with it.

''Pock!''You yelled and tried to hold onto your hair.''I mean Porco! Porco please let go of my hair!!''you squeked with the burn of your scalps.

''You will rip off my scalps idiot!''

With your last protest he dropped you onto your foot again.When you massaged the back of your head,one of his clawed fingers came into your vision to touch your helmet.''Don't you dare!You'd give me a brain damage like that!''you furiosly barked and slapped his finger.He pulled it back like a scolded kid and grunted.

You could see his eagerness to help you, regarless of how much you annoyed him.You never understood his unconditional patience towards you.

''You know what?I'll just climb over myself.''You walked closer to the titan and pulled his soft mane to bring his face closer.You stepped a little onto his chin,a little to his nose and finally you pulled yourself higher on his head.All while he gave you displeased grunts.

''Aaah alright I'm on.Giddy up Pock!''you screamed cheerfully and held onto his hair like a saddle.He froze on the spot for a second before leaping forward and running like a maniac cat on drugs.

''Porco no!Slow down,Porco pleasee!!''

You couldn't hold yourself back from screaming his name through the entire ride as sharp wind slapped your face and your stomach threated you to give up.

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I could survive in aot world for like...5 minutes xD Then I either annoy a titan shifter or an Ackerman then...Then I get destroyed xDDD

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yeagerdaydreams · 2 years

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A/N: This last month has been a blast, my loves. But it's that time. We've only got one day left after this Porco piece. We're gonna run into him at the bar and hope he takes a liking to us. 😉 The taglist is now closed, but if you want to keep up with the posts that are still to come or look back at ones you might have missed use the link below!

Character: Porco Galliard (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, fingering, 18+ content, oral sex (receiving), dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), alcohol consumption, one-night stand, praise, hair pulling, pet names (good girl), slight degradation, minors dni

Word Count: 1.5k

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The bar was unusually full tonight. You hadn’t even realized why until you recognized the bands on the arms of the people that had come in shortly after you did. Marley warriors. You were hoping for a nice peaceful night, but by the shouting that was coming from not only the warriors, but the other soldiers around them… that wasn’t going to be happening. You noticed that some were much more intoxicated than others were, almost feeling bad for the ones that were taking it easy. You just couldn’t help but watch the chaos unfolding. That’s when you locked eyes with one of them, almost regretting it as he gave you a small little smirk.

You pulled your gaze from the table and spun your stool back around, leaning against the bar and ordering another drink. As the bartender finished making it and put it back down on the bar a voice spoke. “Put that one on my tab, it’s on me.”

You turned quickly to meet the eyes of the stranger that you had just locked with a minute before. Had he really gotten up from the table and left his friends? You shook your head and waved a hand toward him. “Oh no no, you don’t have to do that. Really.”

The man held a hand out toward you, waiting for you to take it. “It’s not a problem. I figured I should come over here and buy you a drink anyways. If for anything, for how loud my crew is being over there.” He glanced at all of them as you took his hand. “I’m Porco.”

You had heard that name before and the red band on his arm now told you exactly where. He was an honorary Marleyian. A warrior. Porco was the jaw titan. You smiled shyly and averted your eyes, his own smile was so intoxicating, you could stare at it all day. “It’s nice to meet you, Porco. I’m Y/n.”

He whistled playfully and chuckled. “That’s a beautiful name. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Porco looked at his group of friends and gave one of them a small nod, looking back to you a second later. “Do you, uh… any chance that you want to get out of here?” His voice had gone from confident to nervous in a mere second. “Maybe you would wanna have a cup of coffee with me at my place? We can sober up a little together.”

You widened your eyes a little at his question, knowing that it had probably been hard for him to ask that, and nodded in agreement. He was intriguing. There was no denying it. You wanted to see what he was all about and what better way to do it than by leaving with him. He was a warrior, he wouldn’t do anything horrid to you, right? “I’d love to. Coffee sounds like it would hit the spot right now.”

The walk to his house was grueling. Not grueling from the distance, but the closer you got the more you realized that you had had other reasons for telling him yes. The warmth between your legs had told you that as the alcohol moved through you, giving you the ability to picture what he’d look like with no shirt. The look of determination on his face said that he had been waiting for the same thing. He was handling it about as well as you had been. It wasn’t often that you found yourself going home with a man you had just met, but you were beyond happy with this one.

As you approached a small house he motioned a hand toward it. “This is me.” He opened the gate that led up the pathway and let you walk down first, but once you were on the porch it was like his entire demeanor had changed. Porco placed a hand on your waist and waited to see what you would do before moving any further.

When you didn’t pull away you felt your back press against his front door. Porco was now desperate, matching your energy entirely as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him toward you and felt his lips press roughly to yours. The push of your body against the door turned to the push of his hips into your own. “P-Porco, open the door.” Your voice was lustful and full of desire as he pulled away from you, turning the handle of the door and pushing it up. He caught you as you fell through it, picking you up with ease, glad that you understood that when he had asked you over for coffee he hadn’t meant coffee at all.

Porco moved down the hallway with you as quickly as he could, straight for his bedroom. His large hands groped your ass, whines falling from you as he did so. The bedroom door was close, the way he slowed his steps told you that you were about there. You felt yourself get tossed onto the mattress, Porco’s large figure hovering over your own as he grabbed handfuls of your breasts.

Your skirt made it easy for it, balling it up in his fists as he slid back down your body. He nipped at your thighs playfully, gripping them tightly with his strong fingers. “Mmmm, so fucking pretty for me. Look at you. Just can’t get enough.” He pushed his hand between your legs and trailed his fingers over your clit, rubbing gently to make your back begin to arch for him. “Now that’s just as beautiful as I thought it would be. All I’ve heard from you are those pretty little whines. Why don’t you talk to me a little?”

Porco’s fingers plunged into your core, wasting absolutely no time to get what he wanted. He wanted to hear all of you, wanted everything that you could give him. He coaxed you along, his fingers knuckle deep in your needy hole. Your back arched completely off the bed and he pressed his hand onto your abdomen, holding you down to make sure that you didn’t get away from him.

He curled his fingers just right, hitting your g spot each time. Your hand flew into his hair, tugging at it roughly. A groan left him as he placed his face between your legs, his mouth quickly attaching to your clit. Porco’s tongue flicked over your nub quickly, your hips bucking against him as you tried to get his fingers deeper inside of you.

This was fun for him, watching you need him more and more. The way you started to beg and plead with him made him chuckle deviously. “Oh, what’s the matter, good girl. Need something else in this tight little cunt of yours? Need something just a little more than my fingers and my tongue?”

The way he praised you made your head spin. You did need more of him, you couldn’t believe that he was this open with you when he had just met you. This was something you had never experienced in a one-night stand before. Usually, it was a fuck and done type of situation. But he was actually looking out for you?

“F-Fuck, please. Need more.” The more that his fingers curled the more that you tried to arch your back and the harder he held you back down to the mattress. “S’too much. Shit. ‘M so close.”

Porco growled at the sound of your voice, watching your hips push more and more against his fingers as his tongue continued its onslaught against your sensitive bud. “Wanna taste you, good girl. Go ahead and do it for me. I wanna see what you look like when you fall apart.”

Your hand pulled even harder on his hair, more content groans leaving him as he lapped at your slit. Porco could tell you were about to let go when you screamed out his name, the taste of your slick coating his tongue. Your toes curled as you rode against him, wanting more, needing more. You were greedy, and he was too good.

You grabbed his shirt as he came up for air to pull him to you, his tongue running across his lips to clean up what was left there. He followed your hand, kissing a trail up your body. “I knew you needed more. Greedy girl aren’t you? Just ready for me to stuff you full of my cock, huh?”

You nodded quickly and watched that devilish grin appear for you. He nipped at your jawline and reached for the waistband of his pants, pushing them down his legs. “Well how good for me is that. Because I wanna feel that tight little pussy milking my cock, nice and wet just for me.”

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