#Porco x you

[jjkeremika]

shameless lovers

description: sex with AoT men

feat. eren jaeger; erwin smith; jean kirstein; porco galliard; reiner braun; levi ackerman x fem!reader

tag/disclaimer(s): NSFW/MDNI; fem!reader; biting; daddy; knife play; in public; penetration

eren - rambles

eren can’t keep his mouth shut. it’s running as fast as his mind is reeling with how fantastic he thinks you look nude, how badly he wants to touch your bare, sensitive skin. his low tone harmonized by your demanding, high-pitched moans as he tweaks your nipples with two fingers. his lips occupied with intermittent kisses along your neck and torso as he rambles about how hot you are, just how much he loves your body as he thrusts into you with a rough shove and a tight grasp on your hip.

erwin - sweet talks you through it

“oh, baby, you can do it. you’re doing so well—taking all of me so well,” are some of many phrases erwin throatily whispers in your ear as he mercilessly pounds into you, as he kitten-licks and nibbles on nearby skin. you catch him glancing down at where his cock slipped into your cunt, notice him gasp, “so well, so perfect—you’re so perfect,” with a soft, soothing voice that so starkly contrasts the almost painful hold on your hips, the almost overbearing fullness of a thick extremity pushing and stuffing your insides to capacity.

jean - daddy

jean loves when you call him daddy. he feels every nerve ending prickle and bump when the heat and euphoria becomes overwhelming and you scream out, “da-daddy, i-it’s too much!” the name encourages his hips to speed up, to readjust and fuck you harder with dilated pupils. “no, no, it’s not too much, sweetheart,” he replies with a sultry calm veneer, staring at you with narrowed brows and hooded eyes, leaning in like he’s following a gravitational pull, thrusting in with dramatic effect, “daddy only gives you exactly what you need.”

galliard - bites

porco hits it from behind and bites into the nape of your neck while he thrusts in and out, his sculpted front aligning closely along your spine. the heat of forced exhales overwhelming the nerves as his jaw creeps to the tip of your spine and his glorious teeth claim your nape so he can hold you in place and drill into you. you'll have to start putting a mirror in front of the bed so you can see it, fantasize about his crisp, sharp jawline along your back as his teeth sink into your neck.

reiner - knives

reiner likes to feel your nails along his skin—wanted to return the favor and hear the breathless gasp fall from your lips when the ghostly sensation trickled to your brain. but his nails weren’t sharp or titillating enough, and knives were so much more enticing, that he couldn’t resist running the sharp tip up your arm one night, paired it with a hardy erection eagerly shoved into your hip. daring to even hold two against the delicate skin near your pulse, replacing the source of the blood rush with his cock when he couldn’t bear listening to your weighted breaths and not being inside you already.

levi - in public

levi hid his life for so long he doesn’t want to anymore. he wants to show you off to the public, and that includes propping you up against a bathroom stall in a public restaurant or between two buildings in an alley. he’ll loosely cover your loud mouth with his palm as he holds you between the wall and himself, incessantly grinds his thick erection against your crotch as he orders you to be quieter with a wide suggestive smirk, exuberantly excited at the prospect of being caught intimately with you, up against you. being publicly placed inside you.

[wysteria-bloom]

𓇼 " oops wrong person "

F!reader x aot/snk

Warnings : highly suggestive. Zeke ���

Genre : suggestive, texting, crack, SMAU

A/n : If any of y'all have some aot fanfics with Levi that are long and slow burn and enemies to lovers pls don't gatekeep and share with class I am DESPERATE 😭😭😭

[killerbananas]

Craving

Porco always returns the favor.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 392 wc | afab!reader x Porco

Warnings: smut; dubcon creampie leglock, oral, seconds, dubcon breeding, pearl necklace mentioned

AN: Repost from my old account.

“Fuck, honey, how’d you get so wet for me. Been thinking about my cock?”

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Por. I missed you.”

It doesn’t take much to get Porco in the mood. Just knowing you’re naked under the covers riles him up when he gets ready for bed. Sometimes, it’s impossible to even make it through a shower, but you find the idea of having to clean up together after is nearly as appetizing to you. Lately, however, you’ve been craving something in particular of your boyfriend.

“Thinking about what?”

A burgeoning smirk graces your features and a small puff of air leaves your lips when he slips between your legs, equally as naked, cock hard like a statue, and just rests the head at your clit. His hands grasp beneath your legs and he lifts them while rubbing salacious motions against the sleek, plush petals of your cunt just by gyrating his hips at various angles.

“Fuck me and I’ll show you.”

How could he resist? What could go wrong? It’s not until he’s about ready to bust, throbbing harshly as your cunt milks him, that he realizes what you’d meant.

“Mmm-baby, wanna come on your tits, lemme- Hey, what are you-”

Your legs lock behind the ample curve of his backside, and he’s twitching in sensitivity, torn on what to do precisely. He really had had his eye on pearling your breasts. Yet, he doesn’t regret bursting inside of you in the least, once he sees the way you’re biting your lip, cunt still fluttering and wringing every damn drop from him.

“You know you only have to ask, pretty girl. W-mm-what are you looking for, just a creampie or for me to fucking i-impregnate you, hm?”

“What if I like both?”

He doesn’t verbalize how much it pleases him to be wanted this way. So, he waits until you uncoil and slips down to gorge himself, licking your pussy clean of every escaping drop as an excuse to slide right back in for round two. He is simultaneously soothed and insatiable in your desire for him. He leaves you no choice but to take it from him when he finally comes again, splayed out on your tummy, since he pulls your wrists behind your back and fucks you into the bed with no chance to escape.

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[ukeshik]

just stand together on the balcony in the evening and he smokes

Porco x reader

Summary: You come home, but Porco doesn't meet you. he is not in the best mood and smokes on the balcony. So you're going to support him.

TW: Hurt/comfort, a little bit rude Porco which having problems with aggression, soft reader, fluff.

When you enter the apartment, you don't see Porco either in the kitchen or in the bedroom. Only the balcony is slightly open in the living room, and because of the slight draft, a light plume of cigarette smoke hovers in the room, which makes you wince slightly.

You took off your shoes and outerwear in the hallway and threw your bag on the ottoman, went inside the apartment, thinking about some small household items on the go, that for sure the dishwasher managed to do her job all day, and that you need to throw clothes to wash ... while you were walking down the corridor, you noticed noticed that there was an empty glass on the shelf, and immediately picked it up in your hands to take it to the kitchen.

The silence was in the apartment and it was a little oppressive. During your relationship with Porco and your cohabitation, you managed to decorate your apartment well, but the walls still seemed bare to you. It was necessary to either buy or paint some kind of picture for the living room. And into the hallway. Or better yet, several at a time. Or hang up photos... looking at it, you felt something incomprehensible. Inferiority. That something was missing in this house. On the other hand, you really liked it in the morning. When the light penetrates through the curtains into the living room and the rays of the sun illuminate the bright space, you are glad that you left the apartment so spacious and not clogged with furniture or something else.

You didn't go to the balcony right away. You always knew that if he smokes, something has happened, or he's just unhappy or angry. It's happened before. That's why you didn't touch him, let him think, be with himself and cool off. Porco has definitely heard that you have returned to their shared apartment, so if anything happens, he will call you to his place. Or he'll be out of there already.

Unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouse, you went into the kitchen and put a glass in the sink, which you picked up in the hallway and began to wash your hands after the street, examining your kitchen for any changes in the environment when you left for work in the morning. The kitchen towel was still lying on the countertop, and there was a piece of toasted bread in the toaster, which Porco had forgotten about in the morning, running off to work in a hurry. There were no further changes, only on the dining table there were some documents that definitely did not belong to you, there was a whiskey glass and the bottle itself, already started, but thank God, it was filled enough. Probably, they managed to drink a maximum of one glass from there.

Sighing heavily, you turned off the water and dusted off the drops from your hands, then wiped them with a towel. Apparently, something happened to your beloved, and you just hoped that it wasn't too serious. You didn't want him to get in trouble. Because he was very fond of getting involved in them, but not very good at solving them.

You came closer to the table and rolled up the sleeves of your sweater, decided to look at what was on top. Touching the top papers, you began to read the key points that you could cling to: some statements, legal opinions, bank statements ... you definitely don't need to climb here, starting with the fact that you just don't understand this. If he wants to, he will share it. You could look into it, see what kind of deals are presented there, but... it's none of your business.

Another heavy exhale came out of you again, and after returning all the papers to their place, about as they lay before, you moved back into the living room, approaching the entrance to the balcony. The door was ajar, but the tulle was tightly closed. He knew that you would swear if mosquitoes or other flying animals flew home.

Pushing aside the transparent curtain, you opened the door a crack and slipped inside a small space. Because of the open windows, it was no longer as warm as in the apartment, the cold air had already managed to get inside, which made you shivered slightly and curled your toes on your bare feet.

And there, in the darkness, he stood. Porco leaned on the windowsill and propped his head with his hand, in which at the same time he was holding a smoldering cigarette, which was almost finished. Only a faint light from street lamps and other houses fell on his handsome face, and you could only look at his profile, which did not move even when you went to him. That high forehead, deep-set golden eyes that you thought almost burned in the dark, upturned nose, plump lips, freshly shaved temples....

You've always been amazed by his amazing looks. It wasn't perfect, but it was very interesting, unusual, and beautiful. Of course, you loved him just not because of that, but that didn't change the fact that you loved his looks too. You loved to look at his eyes, which looked like liquid gold in the sun, you loved to feel his unusual skull, kiss the sharp line of his chin and ... much more.

And you definitely didn't like it when Galliard was sad or in a bad mood. If you don't take into account the fact that at such moments he became very irritable and a little angry, having a habit of snapping at whoever came to hand. And you're already used to it, but Porco really tries to work with it, and if it comes to you, he calms down quickly. Not ideal, but it's getting better.

You walked with slow, careful steps deep into the balcony to him, and stood right next to him, leaned on the windowsill, turning your head to him. Pocco just blinked slowly and looked at the burning cigarette, then flicked it with his thumb and it flew down to the trees and the ground growing below.

But apparently, it wasn't that bad. His jaw wasn't clenched tightly, his nails weren't digging into his skin either, as he clenched his fists with all his might, and his back wasn't tense, as if he was trying to tear his shirt with his muscles alone. Porco just stood there and continued to stare into the distance, and seemed more upset than displeased.

"Give up these cigarettes. You don't smell good." with a soft smile on your face, you said softly, approaching Galliard even closer, accidentally touching his elbow with your elbow. You just hoped that your phrase on the contrary would somehow cheer him up and he wouldn't get mad after that.

You gently reached out your hand to him and placed it on his forearm, squeezing gently. But Porco only heard a heavy sigh from his chest and he straightened up a little, lifting his lowered head up, tightly pursing his lips into a thin line. "I'll decide for myself what to do, okay?" he replied softly, blinking slowly, without looking at you.

Sure. As always. Independent, impenetrable. And she's shutting you out again. He tries to restrain his emotions, not to show what he feels, his weakness, which was absolutely normal. Everyone cannot be strong all the time. And no matter how much you try to prove it to him, Pocco still doesn't understand it. He believes that aggression is a much better way for a man to express his emotions. It's more brutal and more solid.

“Good. It's your choice. But it would be nice if you would listen to me too." you replied in a soft, quiet voice, squeezing his forearm a little harder, showing that you were there. You just wanted him to share it with you.

You just stood next to them in silence and darkness, slowly inhaling the fresh cool air, watching his eyelashes flutter on his closed eyelids. Porco was definitely thinking about something right now, he was in doubt, thoughts were swarming in his head and were definitely contradictory. He wanted to throw away his energy, just sit down and disappear for a while so that time would not flow, but feeling your gentle hands, so warm and soft, his thoughts became calmer.

Galliard didn't say anything else, and just picked up the pack of cigarettes back in his hands, half empty, and took out one of them, lazily throwing the pack back on the windowsill, in the other direction from you. While he was doing all this, you had to take your hand away and just look at him as he held a cigarette between his lips, held a cheap lighter up and covered the tip from the wind, lit a fire, scorching the tip of the cigarette, from which a thin trickle of smoke flowed.

Softly clicking his tongue and snorting, Porco took the first drag, after which he immediately reached back for your hand, grabbing it a little aggressively and pulling it closer to him. You didn't expect him to do this, so you twitched a little when he abruptly took your hand away, but after that you smiled weakly again, allowing him to hold your hand and squeeze it.

Galliard held you tight, you might even say strongly. While he inhaled and exhaled the smoke soaked in nicotine, his fingers twitched a little, shifted back and forth, squeezed your delicate fingers and palm a little tighter than he should has been. You felt a little uncomfortable about it, but it didn't hurt you, so you could bear it. You were just glad that Pocco actually did it.

He took another drag, then clicked his tongue once more, finally looking at you for the first time tonight. His face was relaxed, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his eyebrows were not furrowed, which he liked to do all the time, and you poked him between them, trying to get him to stop frowning. A clear, cheerful look suited him. It wasn't the same look now, but at least it wasn't angry or displeased as it could have been, or it was at the moment when you just came home.

Porco just quickly leaned over to you and left a light kiss between your cheek, nose and lips, and returned to contemplating the twilight that had descended on the city. When he brought his head closer to you, you caught a very noticeable smell of tobacco, which after a short time began to smell less pleasant than immediately after smoking, and you involuntarily wanted to wince at this, but you did not want to embarrass or upset Pocco. Yes, it definitely added charm to him, but you liked it much more when he smelled of his natural scent, or with the addition of cologne or men's deodorant.

"I'm sorry, baby. I haven't said hello to you yet." Porco said in a low, weak voice, continuing to continuously look at some point from below. He was probably just watching some leaf on a tree in front of their house.

The smile on your face has spread even more. A piece of genuine happiness appeared in your chest and you immediately wanted to share it with him. "Nothing, honey." you whispered softly when you turned completely to him and carefully approached, kissed Galliard on the temple, remaining in place for a while with your lips pressed against his skin. You finished your kiss, but then you just leaned your forehead against the side of his head, just standing pressed against him with your eyes closed and sharing your energy with him.

Porco has almost gotten used to the fact that you were the catalyst in their pairing. Your calmness and almost eternal peace shocked him at first, but now... just seeing your radiant nature, he calmed down. At least I tried and tried. He's almost used to the way you act on him. How do you calm him down with one look and a smile, and if he crossed some line, then she did not let him get away with it, but you didn’t bring him to major quarrels, in some magical way you still seemed to take all his anger out of his bowels.

"It's just a hard day. There are only fools working in our company, and I have to deal with it." Pocco said in a low voice, relaxing his grip on your hand, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from your skin and clothes. It was definitely much tastier and more pleasant than the smell of cigarettes.

You'll wake up tomorrow and Porco will make breakfast for you. He will hug you in bed until noon, and then he will run away somewhere for a while, although he will return soaked through because of the sudden rains and with an abrasion on his elbow, but with a small bouquet of wild daisies that he found along the way, but it turned out that it was a park area and flowers from there can not be plucked which is why he was just running away from the guards and scratched himself against the wall. But he replenished all the energy that he took from you while you calmed him down and helped him put his thoughts aside, sitting on his lap, and gently stroking his head and hair, which were disheveled at the end of the day.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ shingeki no kyojin - galliard.

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[rubywithecat]

When you caught them starring at your breast(AoT boys)

Eren

You were talking with him and then notice his thoughts are on somewhere else so u look at his eyes carefully and caught them starting at your breast. “EREN U PERV!!” U yelled which makes everyone look at you guys.

Instead of being embarrassed, he became more encouraged to tease u like “ weren’t u starring at my cock too?” He said. And everyone look at u again. Ur face went red and he was giving u a huge smirk.

Armin

“Armin are u even listening?” Hange yelled him in the middle of meeting. He was sitting opposite u and u realized he was starring at ur breast. “I’m sorry Hange! Go on” he said and then gave a look at u apologetically. But u smiled at him which makes him surprise and blushed.

When the meeting ends and everyone left, there was only u and him left. He approaches u and then he suddenly kiss u from behind and u kiss him back. “I didn’t know u liked my boobs” u told him. “I like everything about u” he said as he continue to kiss ur neck.

Reiner

U quickly covered urself with a towel as he accidentally walk into u changing. Then u realized his eyes are glued on ur breasts and ur face turned red as u got shy. “Get out Reiner!!” U threw him with nearby stuff and he avoid it successfully. Then he gave u a wink and tells shamelessly that u have a really nice breast. U was embarrassed but his compliment makes u blush.

That night, he texted u “can’t forget about the view” and u decided to tease him about it a bit back.

Porco

U were taking book from the bookshelf with a ladder and then slipped off. U landed on Porco and his hands are accidentally on your breasts. U both yelled and u kicked him. “R u really paying back like this to someone who caught u?” He gasped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” U apologized. “Does it hurt?” U asked and he said dramatically “yes it really hurt” He moved closer to u “I think u need to take care of me for that”

Erwin

U were serving him a cup of tea and then his eyes accidentally reached to ur breast and he can’t help but starring at it. U protectively covered it with ur hand and he just laugh slightly. U thought he is being a pervert and rude as he didn’t even apologize and u were angry but couldn’t tell any as he is ur superior.

“I know what u r really thinking about me now y/n but didn’t u wear that so revealing shirt intentionally for me to look at it? He was smart. Cuz it was true and u slightly get embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. U can show me all” he smirked as he locked the door.

Zeke

“Everyone is ready for meeting sir” u told him as u helped him with his suit. U tied the necktie for him and realized he was starring at ur breast with lust. “Sir? I think it’s time to go” u told him. He looked at u and smiled. He starting to touch u and undo ur buttons pushing u to the desk nearby in his own office. He kissed u hungrily. U tried to push him and said “u are gonna be late to meeting!” U yelled. “Fck the meeting. I have more interesting thing here” he bit his lips.

Jean

“R u starring at my boobs?!” U screamed. “No wtf!” He lied protectively. “Jean u nasty asshole!” U yelled and tried to punched him but he caught ur hit and won’t let u go ur hand and grabbed ur entire body. “Let me go!” U tried to escape but he is so strong. He pulled u closed and his lips only an inch away from urs. “Tell a word or I will make u scream my name” he smirked.

[shikiii-skadi]

Attack on Titan Love Language Season 4 ver.

INCLUDES: eren j��ger, reiner braun. pieck finger, porco galliard, colt grice

WARNINGS: mentioning of insecurity NAVIGATION: Attack on Titan Masterlist | part 1 (eren jäger, mikasa ackermann, armin arlert, levi ackermann, christa lenz)

Eren Jäger:

How they love you: Physical Touch

Over the years, he has become expressionless. After all he has seen and done, he feels most comfortable when you touch each other, since he is no longer able to express his love for you with words.

How they want to be loved: Words of Affirmation

Even if he would not admit it but there are times when he doubts himself or the things, he believes in. At these times he wants to hear nothing but your soothing words filled with so much love for him. He himself can't understand why you still want to be by his side.

Reiner Braun:

How they love you: Acts of Service

Reiner thinks he doesn't deserve you. He thinks it's more tolerable to be by your side if he is of use to you. If you need something, you don't even have to say something. He is already on his way to get it for you. Reiner is doing the little things as well. Always checking if you have enough water with you while training or if you seat in a meeting is close enough to the front so you can hear and see everything.

How they want to be loved: Words of Affirmation

As said before, Reiner is really insecure. He thinks he doesn't deserve you and that you deserve someone better than a broken man like him, with whom you will never have the life you dreamed of, because of his position as a warrior and Ymir's curse. But if you, someone so wonderful and important to him, tells him how much you love and appreciate him, he feels a bit better about himself.

Pieck Finger:

How they love you: Physical Touch

Pieck likes to touch you. She likes the feeling of your soft skin and how warm it feels. There is nothing is better than to cuddle with you after a long and stressful day. Pieck also likes to give small gestures of affection, for example fixing the collar of your jacket, while slightly brushing against your neck with her fingertips.

How they want to be loved: Quality Time

Pieck knows that you two can't spend your entire lives together, as much as she wishes it. That's why she wants to spend as much time as she possibly can together with you. You don't have to do anything special every time you have a free day. It's enough for her to just cook together or sort out old clothes. The only thing that's important is that you do it together.

Porco Galliard:

How they love you: Quality Time

Whenever you are together, you have his undivided attention. He will always set aside time just for you. Even if it sometimes doesn't look like it, but Porco always listens to you very closely and remembers what you told him weeks later. You have his full attention even if you are on the other side of the room or something like that.

How they want to be loved: Physical Touch

Porco always tries to maintain his tough guy image, even if it's just the two of you. That's why he often can't bring himself to admit that he really likes it when you two cuddle. Therefore, he is more than happy when you make the first move.

Colt Grice:

How they love you: Acts of Service

Colt will do anything for you to make your life a little easier. No matter what it is, Colt is immediately at your side ready to help. Even when it comes to easy things, he always asks you if you need his help.

How they want to be loved: Receiving Gifts

Colt can't think of anything nicer than the thought of you spending your free time figuring out what the perfect gift for him would be. All the time and effort you put into this just to make him happy warms his heart. He also doesn't care what it is or if it's valuable. Because the fact that you gave it to him makes it valuable enough.

[ordinary-barbie]

sexy to someone - porco galliard x reader

summary: After scrolling social media you're feeling particularly insecure about your looks. Your boyfriend, Porco, is determined to convince you that you really are pretty.

word count: 2.3k words

tags: fem!reader, pet names (babe and baby), reader has a tooth gap bc I'm nothing if not self-indulgent, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, doggy style, breast play, praise kink, consent checks, reader is self-conscious about her body and struggles with mental health issues

minors and ageless blogs dni.

title comes from the song "sexy to someone" by Clairo.

Normally you loved scrolling through social media, but you just couldn't do it today. If you saw one more vacation photo or one more bachelorette party with someone's former sorority sisters, the already deep pit in your chest would cave in. And it wasn't anyone's fault: you couldn't get mad at your friends or random influencers and celebs for simply posting about their lives. To put it delicately, you were just feeling like a steaming pile of garbage compared to everyone else on your Instagram feed.

Today you hated pretty much everything about your looks. Your tooth gap looked like an eyesore. Your eyes seemed dull and sleepy. Your nose? Meh. Your figure? Nothing to write home about. It was a wonder that anyone liked your Instagram photos at all, and especially unbelievable that you managed to snag a boyfriend, especially someone like Porco Galliard.

Porco was an absolute babe. You'd never been hugely into blondes, but something about him and his undercut had got your heart racing when you met him at a frat party that your bestie Pieck, a Delta Zeta, had invited you to. You were always pretty reserved, and especially nervous to be around a bunch of frat dudes. Luckily, Porco eased your nerves by making you laugh, and the rest was history.

He was funny, confident, and hot as hell, while you were more reserved. When you'd first gotten together, you felt like the nerdy female protagonist in an 80s teen movie who managed to land the most popular guy in school. That had subsided after five years of dating, but now you couldn't help but feel the insecurity clawing at your brain again. Porco could easily get any woman he wanted - why you, of all people? Was he simply settling until someone better came along?

You rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face into one of the couch's armrests, quietly sobbing. Why were you like this? Why couldn't you be hotter so you could look like someone who actually belonged with Porco? Porco shouldn't be with someone like you. There were plenty of cute sorority girls he could've gone after in college, including Pieck or your other friend Sasha.

You recognized (thanks to months of therapy) that you were in a thought spiral, but you felt powerless to stop it. Normally you would go on your phone to distract yourself, but since social media had triggered your insecurities, you decided to settle for a nice little depression nap. That ought to make you feel better, right?

-

When you woke up, you didn't feel as crushingly awful as you did before, but you were still in a bit of a shitty mood. You snuggled tightly in your blanket and stared up at the ceiling, not even moving when Porco came home from work.

"Hey babe, I'm home! Traffic was nuts today - that podcast you recommended to me honestly saved my ass from dying of boredom," Porco joked, kicking his shoes off and making his way into the kitchen.

When you turned your head towards Porco but didn't react, his cheery expression morphed into worry. "Baby, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"It's nothing, don't worry," you hurriedly assured him, not wanting to be a burden, especially since he'd had a long day at work.

Unfortunately, Porco was a stubborn motherfucker, so he kept prying. "Come on, don't do that thing where you try to sweep shit under the rug. I can tell something's bothering you. You know you can tell me anything."

You sat up, protectively wrapping your arms around your midsection and chewing at your bottom lip. "I just - why are you with me, Porco?" you asked, your voice wavering. "I mean, look at you. You could be with anyone you wanted and you settled for me."

Porco furrowed his brow. "Baby, where is this coming from? I picked you because you're funny and kind and fuckin' hot."

You snorted. You appreciated Porco complimenting you in his Porco way, but you weren't totally buying what he was selling. "Please, Porco. Gigi Hadid is fuckin' hot. Pieck is fuckin' hot. I'm just..." You gestured to yourself vaguely, making a face.

Porco scoffed, shaking his head. "First of all, Pieck is like a sister to me, so don't even go there. Second of all, yeah, Gigi Hadid is pretty, but she's not you. You're actually the hottest woman I know. I honestly feel like I outkicked my coverage here."

"Porco, stop acting like I'm some big prize," you insisted. "Especially when I scroll through social media and every woman I follow is pretty much a smokeshow, including my friends."

Porco said your name sternly, making you jump. "Is that where this is coming from? Babe, please don't compare yourself to Instagram. You know everyone curates their feed to only share the good shit, even the celebs."

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that there's so many gorgeous girls out there, and I'm just...me," you responded, staring down at your lap.

"Hey! Look at me," Porco commanded, and you reluctantly met his gaze. "You are so desirable to me. I love you. And I wish I could fight your shitty brain for making you ever think otherwise."

You sighed. "Porco, I love you. I just wish I could see the person you see. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror earlier and just felt ugly. I hate that I can't just make these thoughts go away."

Porco moved closer to you, kissing both of your cheeks. "Babe, you are a fuckin smokeshow to me. Please let me prove it to you..."

"And just how do you plan to do that?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. You tried to look impassive but you couldn't help but rub your thighs together in anticipation.

"Like this," Porco simply replied, ghosting over your lips with his own. You shuddered, still amazed at how turned on Porco could make you without touching you. "But first - are you sure you want this? And you remember our safe word, right? Just say 'red' and I will stop, no matter what."

You nodded. Porco frowned. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, I want this. Please touch me, Porco," you whined impatiently, your mind now clouded with lust.

"I mean damn, if you insist, babe," Porco joked before kissing you deeply. He draped his body over yours on the couch, suddenly enveloping you with the smell of his favorite cologne. It was heavenly.

Since your mouth was occupied, you tapped Porco's shoulder, and he instantly ceased his movements. "Everything good, babe?" he worriedly asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just - could we move it to the bedroom, please?" you shyly asked.

Porco smirked. "Okay, dirty girl," he teased, leading you by the hand into your bedroom. Once inside, he slammed the door with his foot, deeply making out with you and letting his hands roam all over your body. You made a motion to take your bra off but Porco stopped you in your tracks.

"Please let me do it, baby," Porco begged, and you happily obliged. After tossing your bra to the other side of the room, Porco shoved his hands under your shirt, massaging your breasts. "Man, I'll never get tired of these tits. They feel so good in my hands."

Porco bit at your bottom lip, and you let out a moan. Porco was driving you wild right now. "That's my good girl," he praised, and those four little words sent a shockwave straight to your core. "I love it when you moan so prettily for me. Now take those clothes off, baby."

That lit a fire under you. You quickly rid yourself of your t-shirt (really one of Porco's, a vintage shirt from the university you both went to) and sweatpants, standing nakedly in front of Porco except for a simple pair of black undies.

Porco let out a breath. "Oh fuck, baby. You're so goddamn sexy." You shyly smiled at him. "Now take a seat for me; I need to taste you."

You sat down at the end of the bed, gazing at Porco as he kneeled in front of you. The fact that he was still dressed in his light blue button-down, navy tie, and khaki slacks from work made this even hotter, somehow. Porco pushed your panties to the side, moaning when he saw gossamer strings of your slick clinging to the fabric.

Porco dove in, lapping at your clit with his tongue and grunting as you arched your back in pleasure. "Can't believe you think I'd want anyone else when I have the sweetest pussy right here. You taste so fuckin good, baby."

Your mind was blank, devoid of any coherent thoughts except for how fucking amazing your boyfriend was with his tongue. You were in the throes of ecstasy, grabbing at his hair to push his face even closer to you.

Porco removed his lips from your clit, eliciting a whine from you. "Easy there, baby," he said, chuckling. "I'm gonna eat you out; I just wanna finger fuck you too. Is that okay?"

Aroused, you reached for his hand, but Porco tutted, shaking his head at you. "Use your words, babe," he reminded you.

"Porco I need your fingers inside me," you whined. "Need your mouth and your fingers in my pussy."

Porco smirked, a dark glint in his eye. "Can't possibly deny you when you ask me so nicely." He returned to sucking on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your opening. "Babe, I can't believe you're so wet for me. I could fuckin drown in your pretty little cunt."

You gasped, feeling a warmth in your belly. You felt like you were about to burst, and Porco could sense it too. "Come for me, baby," Porco encouraged you, fingering your clit. "Make a fuckin' mess on my face."

Before you knew it, you were cumming, coating Porco's face with your wetness. Porco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, moaning happily as he licked his fingers.

"Let me return the favor," you offered, your gaze focused on the way Porco's erection strained in his pants.

"Nah, not this time," Porco refused. "This is all about you, baby."

You softened you gaze, beaming at your boyfriend. You truly did adore this man.

"Be a good girl, lose the panties, and lie on your stomach," Porco instructed as he unbuckled his belt. "Get that pretty ass of yours in the air for me."

You quickly obeyed, tossing your underwear onto the floor and lying face down on the bed, sticking your ass in the air. Porco hummed appreciatively, rubbing your butt cheeks in his hand and lightly biting at the skin before soothing the pain with his kisses. "Can't believe this amazing ass is all mine."

He got up from the floor, retrieving a condom from his bedside table to slide over his dick. You scooched farther up on the bed to give him more room, and the two of you moaned in unison as Porco pushed himself into your entrance. Porco had an average-sized cock, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth.

Porco growled as your cunt clenched around his length. "Fuckin love the way your pussy feels around me. So warm and so damn tight."

Porco pulled out of you and slammed back in, making you see stars. He pumped in and out, snapping his hips and muttering praises in your ears the entire time. You tightly gripped the sheets, feeling your body light up in pleasure every time the tip of his dick grazed that special spot that made your toes curl.

"Are you close?" Porco asked as you writhed under him. You hummed affirmatively, unable to form words anymore. "Me too. Play with your clit for me, baby. Let's cum together."

You rubbed at your clit, feeling a second orgasm about to wash over you. You came with a yelp, feeling Porco's cock spasm inside you as he spilled his seed into the condom, moaning your name. He tossed the used condom in the wastebasket next to his bedside table, and then two of you laid in bed for a few minutes, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

"Porco...thank you. I needed that," you admitted, lovingly squeezing Porco's hand.

Porco tenderly looked at you, softly pecking your lips. "Of course, baby. You know I always want to make you feel good. And I hope me blowing your back out is proof that I actually think you're hot."

Your mouth dropped open. "Porco Galliard!" you shouted, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.

Porco snickered, but his face soon softened. "Seriously though, I'm glad I could give you what you needed. You know I love you so much, even on your bad-brain days."

You felt a warmth in your chest. Porco could be cocky, sarcastic, and crass, but he had the biggest heart. You were overwhelmed with love for this man who had been by your side through years of highs and lows, who always encouraged you and looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

"I love you so much, baby," you said, nuzzling into Porco's chest. He kissed the top of your head and tightened his grip around you.

"Hey babe?" you asked after a few minutes, wiggling a little in Porco's grip.

Porco cocked an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're ready for round two already. I mean I'm down, but let a man take a shower first."

You good-naturedly rolled your eyes at him. "No, you dingus, I just have to pee."

"And they say romance is dead," Porco quipped, loosening his grip so you could get up and use the bathroom.

"Okay, mister drama king," you playfully replied. "Cut the sass and maybe I'll help you get cleaned up." You waggled your ass at him before disappearing into the bathroom.

Porco grinned, fondly gazing at you even while you were on the toilet. "You're incredible, you know that? I can't want to marry your ass someday."

You chuckled. Just Porco, being Porco - and you loved him for it.

[quills-of-freedom]

Crossroads

Synopsis: Although Porco has been attempting desperately to reach the hidden corners of his brother's memories, all he's managed so far is flashes from Ymir's mind. And some breath taking entity within them that's haunting him. You.

And little do you both know, PATHS have been acting as a communication tower for the two of you but as of yet, you're not sure how…

Song for chapter one: Hysteria - Muse

Warnings: Angst. Smut. 18+ Only.

A/n: This is my first attempt at a longer story, one with a few chapters to it. Let's see how it goes. You're going to have to let me know if you want it to continue because if it's shit, I won't.

Chapter I Yearn



With the golden hour pouring its tangerine glow into his room, Porco sat at his desk; legs splayed and elbows propped upon his knees. His tired back was arched as his fingers massaged his strained temples. It felt like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and he carried it all alone. "Nothing..." He breathes, eyes closed. "I can't get anything from Marcel. Just that witch and her dumb memories."

"Keep trying, Pock." Pieck chirps from behind him, placing his forgotten lunch onto his desk as a reminder to eat. "He's in there somewhere."

"Yeah..." His voice cracks while he opens his now watering eyes.

He'd already lost his best friend, his confidant. His big brother. 

His heart stung and beyond his own selfish desires he needed to access his brothers consciousness, one that was long gone from the physical realm.

"I waited for years." He mutters, mostly to himself - but Pieck listened in. She knew it was tough for him right now and Pieck Finger is always there for her brothers in arms.

"And he didn't come back. " His voice-box cracks a small laugh. "Not only did he not come back, he was killed before the mission even started. Know what that's like, Pieck?"

Her lips part as he turns his head slightly, the evident single tear trying to break the threshold of his pride.

"All that training, suffering... for what? To sacrifice himself for that oaf. He was too good for that squad, Pieck. Too damn good. And I would look up at the sky every night wondering if my brother was doing okay - and he was already long gone. What a fuckin' joke, huh?"

"Porco..." Pieck croaks. "It is what it is. It's war. I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Porco stretches his arms and cracks his neck by bending it side-to-side, turning back to hide his face from her. "That's war."

Pieck turns to leave; "Eat your food, Porco."

And she leaves.

The silence is deafening now he's alone with his thoughts.

What he wouldn't give just to hear his brothers voice again, to hear his laugh and words of wisdom. Marcel would know what to do. But Marcel isn't here.

With an exasperated sigh he lifts his hand to pick up his sandwich when -

Another flashback.

Marcel?!

...No. It's more of Ymir.

There's Reiner in that training ground. Pretending to be some great guy. What a fucking fraud. 

And then...

Then -

All breath leaves his body. His heart skips a beat and his strained orbs enlarge as he sees someone standing there, laughing with Reiner.

The hair. The smile. The body...

That laugh.

He quickly snaps his eyes closed and jerks his head in surprise, the memory quickly leaving him.

What the hell was that?

Frowning, he places his hand over his chest that feels weirdly tight. His heart hammering against his chest and his breathing quivering.

A panic attack?

No, it felt too good to be anything negative like anxiety. But it was awfully similar. Good Anxiety? Is such a thing even possible?

But those eyes, he saw them clear as day. That laugh he heard as clear as a bell. And that aura...

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. In a short two second frame, you had taken his breath away.

There's no way... He shook his head again, gazing out of his window. Whoever that is, is using her dirty witchcraft for sure. Can they even put spells on people through memories? Is this just how Ymir saw her? Or is this just how she is?

No. He reminds himself. Ymir had a thing with that small blonde girl. It must just be how she is. I bet Reiner fell for her, hook line and sinker.

"Speak of the Devil." Porco mutters as the door opens and hears familiar heavy footsteps. "You must be here to ruin my day more, huh?"

Reiner meekly made his way into their shared room. Ever since he got back, it seemed his head was permanently hung in shame. Shame and guilt for failing his mission. And for getting two of his comrades killed and one taken as prisoner.

"Pieck asked me to make sure you're eating." Reiner replied with lowered vocals. "So, eat."

Porco ignored him as the large man made his way further into the room, sitting on his bed with a deep sigh.

"Hard day being a screw up?" He then decided to jab as Reiner pulled of his boots.

"Always."

"Hm." Porco hummed a small laugh, leaning back in his chair. "Must be exhausting, being such a disappointment. I mean, I wouldn't know."

Reiner didn't reply. He simply placed his boots neatly under his bed between his legs.

Reiner then began undoing his shirt, his solid chest and abs becoming uncovered triggered another flashback in front of Porco's eyes.

You again.

This time you were naked but your back was to him - well, Ymir. Some sort of changing room. Your skin looked satin soft as Ymir's gaze lingered over your bare back. Hair pulled to the side so the shape of your back was showing well. You look right at Ymir from over your shoulder, your eyes locking into hers, piercing them. Someone must have said something, it was inaudible to Porco but you laughed. He could hear that though. That sweet, laugh and gorgeous smile that just -

"Shit." Porco snapped himself back to the here and now.

Reiner looked at him with an arched brow.

"I keep getting Ymir's memories." Porco then explained standing up to stretch his legs. "There's someone I keep seeing. Some witch or something. She's... well to be frank, beautiful."

Reiner freezes, his shirt in his hand - eyes staring dead ahead as if the sands of time decided to petrify him in place.

" <hair colour> hair... <eye colour> eyes... "

He eyes Reiner as he is still frozen, his own heart now hammering.

"A laugh that sounds like a bird singing or something." Porco shrugs.

"I couldn't tell you." Reiner lied, resuming his task of folding.

"Oh yeah?" Porco sneered. "Because there's a few memories in here and a lot of them are you two together."

"I was with a lot of people."

Porco stood with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other he swings casually to Reiner's face, touching his skin with the side of his index finger. Before Reiner could even flinch Porco was seeing more.

An argument between Ymir and Reiner at some point. Reiner training with Beartoldt. Reiner with that gorgeous island devil... holding hands?! Ymir is ripping them for it, having stumbled into their private time.

"Yeah right." Porco scoffs.

"Don't." Reiner warns, now also getting to his feet.

"Or what? What are you gonna do, Reiner?"

Reiner's lip twitches into a snarl for a second before he regains composure.

"Thought so." Porco spits with venom before stepping towards the door. "You were there playing house while we're waiting for you to do your damn job!"

"It wasn't like that!" Reiner yelled back.

"Save it for someone who gives a shit." Porco hisses before stepping out and slamming the door behind him.

Reiner flops back onto his bed, arm covering his eyes. It was hard enough leaving you behind and lying to you. And oh how he missed you. And now, you hated him. You hated what he was and how he deceived you. But there was no other way. He fell for you, simple as that.



Porco leaned his back against the other side of the solid wood door, chin in the air and eyes clasped shut. You certainly were a witch because you had him enchanted. 



More flashes of you kept popping up from nowhere, some of them lasting a few minutes hearing full conversations with you. It was driving him insane. After a while it felt as though he knew you on a personal level. And after he discovered it wasn't really like this for others, he concluded you were something special. And not this evil devil as he'd expected either. He witnessed kindness. A good sense of humour. He would even have such vivid dreams about you it felt as though you were both spending actual time together.

It came and went. Some days he didn't see you at all. Others he would be seeing you all day.

It had gotten to the point that Porco had awoken from a dream. Another dream where the two of you were just sitting and talking. Laughing. His eyes were greeted with a dark room, his ears with the soft snores of Reiner in the bed across the room.

His heart hurt.

He was in love with someone from a memory.

And he knew Reiner still loved you - he wouldn't talk about it or about anyone but Porco knew. How he'd freeze up and sometimes even blush whenever your name was mentioned out of curiosity. All Porco wanted to do was talk about you, find out what you were like. But there was no chance of that happening without raising suspicions.

His bare chest gently swelled and fell with his breathing as he stared at the ceiling thinking about you. He'd never been in love before. He'd never even really felt lust before - he'd always been far too busy for such things.

And yet as he lay there flicking through Ymir's memories like some cheap porno magazine to see you naked again, his feral need for you far outweighed the shame of what he was about to do.

His fat cock was solid underneath his sheet, pulsing as he grasped it with a fist trying to calm himself. But as his eyes closed and lips parted a deep gasp escaped him as he began to slowly stroke his head. Fuck. She's so perfect. Those beautiful tits... that face - I just wanna ruin it. Make that pretty face cry with my dick...

He tried to control his breathing as to not wake up his roommate; his free hand gripping his sheets, clawing at them from how good it felt to imagine your pretty little lips around him. Thinking of the things he would do to you. He paced himself, keeping his strokes slow while his fingers now ran through his hair. His nose sniffed as he tried to keep his composure picturing your tongue flat out for him, ready for his load.

"your name..." He grunts, his heavy breathing quivering as he fought his own body for control. "Fuck, your name..."

He'd never felt the need to masturbate over a real person before; usually just using his imagination and conjuring up women or thinking of something from a dirty drawing he saw once hanging up outside of a gentlemen's club.

His arm moves faster, the joy of his pleasure quickly escalating. Those hips... Nurgh those lips... her hair... I remember feeling her skin...s-so soft... 

He imagines you riding him, your breasts bouncing as you swivel and grind against him, imagining how you'd smell, how you'd taste.

"Fuck, your name, your name..." He bites his bottom lip hard as his muscle spasms and vomits its thick cream, his loud hiss a lot more volume on it that intended.

The bedside lamp flicks on, illuminating the room.

Reiner is on his side, squinting through the light at Porco, who freezes. He see's his hand down under the sheet and the cherry hue across his nose and cheeks, eyes like a Deer in headlights looking over at him.

"Porco, what the f -"

"Turn the light off you pervert!"

"What name were you saying?!"

"What?"

"What. name. were. you. saying?"

Reiner sat up, eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

Porco smirked. Whether he was feeling confident from his recent dopamine hit or because he loved you too much to care...

"your name."

Reiner's jaw tensed.

Porco tapped a finger to his head.

"Yeah I see her. I see her every night. I can't help it, it just happens. And she looks so good. How did she feel, Reiner? In your arms?"

Tears stung Reiner's honied eyes. "Perfect."

Porco let out a deep sigh, lowering his head back down onto the pillow. "Yeah? I thought as much."

They both jumped in horror as their bedroom door was kicked open by a big boot. Reiner stood up in his underwear, Porco followed, hastily holding his sheet against his naked stomach.

"Wake up girls!" Magath roared as he stepped in. "Looks like I've interrupted your little slumber party."

"No sir!" Reiner chanted.

"Good, because guess what? You're gonna be packing your bags. We're off to Paradis!"



End of Chapter I

[pocksprincess]

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.

Playlist

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.

[drunkoffsmoke]

Hello ! Could I request relationship headcanons with Porco and a male reader 🙏🏼 ? Maybe before dating and during ? If you're up to it ofc

a/n: YOO-HOO !! hope you didn't forget about this anon, i promise i saw it. i've been meaning to get to this for awhile, but of course my motivation is absolutely fucked. i apologize. hope this satisfies you ^^

PAIRING : PORCO GALLIARD x MALE!READER

FANDOM : SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN / ATTACK ON TITAN

GENRE : FLUFF, HEADCANONS, ROMANCE

! WARNING ! : contains spoilers

reader is a marleyan and works as a shop keeper.

little story yahoo !!

What a day. First, two kids place foot inside your store, watching in awe at all of the artifacts for sale—and next thing, two grown men arguing next to the younglings. Not to mention the fact that they're soldiers.

Things were about to get physical before you stepped in. After all, this was your shop. You couldn't risk these arrogant warriors would tear this place up.

The taller, blonder man was more understanding—he wasn't really paying attention to the arrogant and obviously irritated shorter male. Matter of fact, he looked tired of him. So, obviously, all of the blame turned to stranger with the undercut hairstyle. He wasn't very pleased.

"I didn't start anything!" He protested, throwing his hands up in defeat as he glared at his comrade. Just as he was about to speak once more, one of his arms subconsciously jolted backwards, knocking off the shelf a vase.

Looking down at the shattered object, silence fell in your shop, the tension thickening as seconds pass. With a twitch of an eye, you fold your arms and glare at the man.

"You have to pay for that, jackass." Your grip on your arms tighten, clearly irritated with this whole scene. "You come into my shop, cause a ruckus, and now you break things. I think you should get out, right after you pay."

At that point, one of the children was dragging the other—who wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, being too invested in this little argument—outside and instead watched from the window.

The shorter blond scratched his head, looking down at the mess while grumbling a few words underneath his breath. Patting down his pockets, he pulled out his wallet while murmuring a quiet 'sorry'.

"How much was it?" He questions, trying to ignore the shards littering around his feet. You laughed, looking inside his pocket. "A lot more than whatever you have in there. Just forget it, you already did enough."

You shoo the two men outside of your store, inhaling and exhaling sharply. You grab the broom and the dustpan sitting in the supply closet and began cleaning up the mess.

All while someone was watching from the window, a certain glint in his eyes that few have seen.

before dating.

Surprisingly enough, he feels guilty for what he's done. Sure, the vase wasn't that grand—but he could tell it was an antique that many would want to have in their homes.

So, with gritted teeth and clenched fists, he returned a few days later to your shop.

Slamming money on your counter without uttering a word, the sum of it nearly shocks you. You wondered how could he get this much cash in just a few days. Oh, right. He's a soldier. The pay is good.

You take the money hesitantly, narrowing your eyes at him. He was about to turn around and leave, when your collection of guns caught his eye.

Of course, the two of you had to talk about them. Sharing the knowledge with eachother as you led him to other war-related artifacts you owned, the tension between you two began to fade. Hell, he even smiled once at your knowledge. Most civilians wouldn't even stress themselves to learn the basic military procedures.

Yet look at you. You're literally a walking encyclopedia. Secretly, he admired it. Just before you turned around, his smile faded, and pretended to focus on the details of the dagger you were showing.

Aside from artifacts, you also had cigarettes and razors for sale, and many more items that were useful in the daily life. So, because he was in need of a few things, he decided to visit your shop once more.

At first, he thought he was buying things from you because he needed them. Later on, he came to the realization that it just wasn't true.

During his visits, you often chatted about news and war, but also cultural knowledge. He still made snarky remarks and sometimes appeared rude, yet deep down, he respected you. Sure, he often belittled you, but Porco would be willing to fight tooth and nail for you.

He was intrigued by you, he wanted to know why. But the more he thought about his feelings for you, the more he grew anxious and scared.

Was he in love? God, please, tell him he's not—what would others think? A man loving another man? Impossible, a sin.

That's what they say.

And unfortunately for Porco, his suspicions were confirmed. He was in love. I mean, how could someone's heart not flutter when looking at you? You were smart, capable, good-looking. You had it all.

But you were a man, just like him.

In order to hide his feelings, he began visiting less and less, hoping that this 'foolish attraction' would pass.

Unfortunately for him, you took notice of that. And unfortunately for him again, you also grew close to the two kids that visited your shop that day.

Gabi and Falco, that's who they were. When you asked about Porco, Gabi suggested you see him yourself.

And that's what you did.

You found him sitting on a bench, away from everyone, with only silence to keep him company. You startled him once you took a seat next to him, causing him to shift uncomfortably and look elsewhere.

You asked him why he hasn't been visiting like he used to, and he hesitated to answer. As nothing came out of his mouth, you frowned and stood up to leave, when he abruptly grabbed your wrist, insisting that you stay.

Sitting back down on the bench, your heart was pounding as his fingers were still wrapped around your wrist. You didn't look at eachother, both of your minds screaming with unanswered questions.

Until his hand traveled down in order to hold yours.

during dating.

He doesn't show much affection in public, still afraid of what others may think. But, with his subtle touches and occasional glances, you know that he loves you.

He visits your shop more often now—and when others question it, he simply states that he finally found someone smart enough to have a proper conversation with.

While alone, Porco is keen on physical touch and relies on it in order to tell you how much he loves you. He's always had a rough time expressing himself, but when he's with you, he feels as if a simple forehead kiss or a hug speaks louder than any word he wants to say.

When he's away for missions, he longs for the day he gets to hold you in his arms again. He fights for you, he kills for you, he does anything if it means that he'll be with you again.

Sometimes he has nightmares of your death, and when he wakes up sweating and with glossy eyes, he finds you there, gently caressing his shoulder. You let him hug you tightly, tears staining your shirt as he quietly weeps.

Most of the time, it seems like he doesn't listen. Oh, you're so wrong. At this point, he has notebooks with your favorite things and interests, just in case he forgets. But does he ever forget? Nah.

He listens to you talk, he takes you out on long walks and always make sure to stop by the bench where it all started. Most of the folks living nearby have been spotting you sitting on that bench often, and even made a common rule that nobody besides you and Porco get to sit on that bench during the afternoon.

And even after death, he offers solace from above by dropping flower petals next to you, on that special bench, during the afternoon.

a/n 2: holy dang this was actually so sad to write like.. its 3 am and now im crying because of myself UGHHH ANON THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME WRITE THIS, i apologize if it's ooc though i finished aot a long while ago and i forgot a lot😭

[jjkeremika]

AoT men confess their love for you

i.e., how i think they’d tell you they love you

reader x Eren, Jean, Armin, Reiner, Porco, Erwin, Levi, Zeke, Bertoldt

*unspecified gender reader*

Eren - blurts it out during sex and you can’t convince me otherwise

You and Eren weren’t really dating, per se… more like… hooking up behind your best friend’s back. The fact that Mikasa was his sister and your best friend was enough to keep both your urges at bay for a few months, but when she left for summer camp and he stayed behind, leaving just you two to keep each other company… well… things took on a life of their own.

So for the whole summer you and Eren gallivanted around the districts over, going on unlabelled dates and hiding from those (Armin, Jean) who just might tell Mikasa about the tryst, because maybe telling her was just too fast or too complicated for the easy and noncommittal situationship.

Which felt like exactly that… until you were bouncing on his cock in the back of his car, his mouth attached to your neck and your fingers curled in his hair. He thrusted upwards, evoking a loud moan from you, when Eren suddenly blurted out, “I think I love you,” with a hearty breath, his hips never stuttering as he kept the motion, his mouth compensating for the words by pressing to your neck.

Maybe it was time to call your best friend.

Jean - it slips out and he tries to deflect it but you already knew

You met Jean during volunteer community service, where you and the awkwardly-tall brunette would leisurely walk around the districts and collect litter. The first day everyone was set off in pairs, you two randomly assigned to wander the same district, and you both actively decided to group together every time after that.

Your conversations were rarely of any importance, mostly letting it serve as either a way to pass time or to express feelings and opinions about people the other doesn't know. At first, he talked an awfully lot about some woman who you weren't sure from his stories if she even knew he existed. Over the months of service together, he stopped bringing her up and started talking about this other person of interest instead.

His cheeks and ears turned bright pink whenever you'd ask about how he met this person, usually providing some vague and nondeterministic answer that honestly left you more confused than before. Some stuttered-out answers and a few too-similar-to-your-own interests later, you had a deep suspicion and debated how to delve it out of him.

It wasn't very hard. One week before the holiday break you two were wandering around, discussing future plans with friends and family for the upcoming holiday. "Are you excited for the break?" you asked, nudging his side with your elbow. "Huh?" he responded curiously, "Oh, I... Yeah, I guess." You snorted in response, "Sounds like it. C'mon, the holiday is a time for being with your love ones! Isn't that exciting?"

"But I only see them not on break, during volunteerin--" It was almost like he'd forgotten who he was speaking to, and his entire face erupted in various shades of pinks and reds, maybe even a light purple from the lack of breathing. He was internally kicking himself, berating himself for being so loose and stupid around you, for always struggling to think around you. He was oblivious to the smile on your face. "I, uh, because, I... love volunteering... so much."

Armin - tells you he's in love with you because you've changed his life (he’s poetic without meaning to be)

Armin was unusual from other men you’ve dated. Height aside, he was very in touch with his emotions, intelligent, and capable; but he tormented himself with baseless insecurities and unfounded truths until all of his perks were equally weighed down by his shortcomings. He’d bring himself down until he was impossibly low, until his opinion of himself couldn’t get lower.

He was depressed when you first met, his friends warning you that maybe it was beyond you, that it wasn’t your responsibility anyway. You knew that, of course, but it was Armin, and it’s difficult to watch sunshine be forced behind endless seas of clouds. So you’d remind him as much as possible to be kinder to himself, to speak to himself positively since he’s the only one who he will spend forever with.

It wasn’t a surprise when your relationship advanced; the effort and care you put in him nurtured feelings beyond friendship. The warmth spread inside him like a wildfire from a lit match in dry brush, and he found himself favoring you over any form of logic or reason.

It was a random weekday when he pulled you aside, trying to make time for a brief 5 minute date between lessons. He seemed nervous, which wasn’t necessarily odd, but he’d become significantly more comfortable around you over the years. “I, uh,” he started unsurely, hesitantly, “You mean so much to me. I can't imagine this life without you. I..." He crossed his forearm over his stomach as he anchored his shaky hand on the inside of his other arm's elbow, holding it tightly to stop his body from shaking as he angelically stared into your eyes. "I’m in love with you. And I don’t mean that poetically or sexually or theoretically or logically or figuratively or ideologically or any of that. I mean it literally. I am in love with you.”

Reiner - tried to act like he didn’t care but he was really invested in your response

You had been casually dating around when you first met Reiner, the tall bulky blond with the bordering-arrogant demeanor having approached you at the bar while your date was in the bathroom. He had a confident smirk plastered across his cheeks as he said, “You know, my wallet has been itching to buy the most stunning person in this room a drink, and, well, I think I’ve found them.”

It shouldn’t have worked but you’d had a few drinks already and a new heat burned in your abdomen and he was significantly more attractive than your current date, so you accepted his invitation to buy you a new drink and take the seat. A second first date of the night, completed with a quick fuck in the bathroom and at home.

Your relationship progressed smoothly from then on, with a heavy positive emphasis in the bedroom. And while neither of you ever clarified the relationship and asked if it was official, your eyes and lips and privates were so glued to each other there was no peripheral for any one else. Which was why, while Reiner never explicitly stated how he felt for you aside from daily comments--"My god, baby, you are so sexy,"; "Mmf, you make me feel too fucking good, darlin', fuck,"; "Sexiest person alive, yeah. you already know I'm speaking about you and your smart sexy ass,"--you were never really that worried anyway.

So when you two were laying on your backs in the bed, side-by-side, chest heaving to catch your breaths, and the words slipped from his mouth post-coitus, "Fuck, darlin', I love you," you were shocked, and a, "What did you say?" slipped from your mouth before you could process. He bit the inside of his lip and felt a nervous weightlessness erupt in his stomach. Reiner shrugged and sat upright, blocking his face from your view with his back. "Huh? Didn't hear me?" Reiner asked, forcing his voice to remain confident and steady, and turned to look at you briefly before stirring to stand up. He shrugged, the inside of his cheek rough and chewed up like a dog-toy. "I just said I love you. It's not a... big deal."

Porco - says it like a joke so you aren’t totally sure if he means it

Galliard was your best guy friend, joining you anywhere you didn’t want to go alone and cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He was really good at that, making you laugh, and he couldn’t deny that the sound was like music to his ears, magical notes strung together to create the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.

It was exactly because of how close you two were that both of you feared doing exactly what you wanted the other to do—make the first move. And because it was the other one, every flirty touch or suggestive comments were stripped of all intention, because there’s just no way the best friend would ever be into them too. Instead, it was personally replaced with sarcastic or playful undertones and purposeful reminders of feelings that didn’t exist.

You had convinced him to go to the lake with you, which your friends conveniently bailed on so that it really was just you two. Porco had hopped into your kayak from the dock, taking you by surprise and fearing a capsize. “Porco!” you screamed, giggling, holding onto the edge of the kayak, “What’s wrong with your own kayak? Desperately trying to get close to me?”

You watched the adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed intently, like he was carefully choosing when to breathe and what to say. “Haha, yeah,” he settled on, forcing himself to chuckle lightly, his voice littered with nuanced feelings he couldn’t bring himself to say confidently, “because I’m definitely in love with you…” You noticed Porco’s lack of eye contact, that he was now looking far off into the distance. “Or something like that,” he joked nervously, wiping his sweaty palms against his thighs as he sat down behind you, hoping you couldn’t see through his charade.

Erwin (age gap) - planned it out but everything didn’t go to plan

After six months together, Erwin already knew how strongly he felt towards you. You were everything he could’ve hoped for and everything he’d waited for. He already knew he wanted you as his future spouse (eventually, he knew you weren’t ready to marry). And so he wanted the moment he told you how he felt to be special to you, to be as special as you were to him.

Erwin had your six-month anniversary date planned out to the T: first, a leisurely walk around the park; second, a quick stop at a couple of your favorite shops nearby to browse and buy you a gift (or gifts, really, he’d buy whatever you wanted); third, stop in at the new bistro you’ve been dying to try—“Ooh, Winnie, look, look! We have to go there!”; fourth, walk around and watch the stars until your feet were sore and he could carry you home.

A sudden rainstorm ruined the walk, forcing both of you to run for cover under some trees for quite some time until it passed. Once the rain finally stopped, it was too close to the dinner reservation time to stop in at the shops, and he shuttled you to the bistro. You were both sat next to a loud family with screaming children, barely able to hear the other speak the entire time, staring at each other with morose smiles while munching on mediocre food. The stars hid behind thick dark clouds as you both walked home, and Erwin felt too defeated to ask to carry you because you were finally enjoying that brisk walk.

At your doorstep, when he profusely apologized for ruining your anniversary date—“Ernie, seriously? Stop apologizing! You can’t control the weather! And the restaurant was my idea anyway.” The frown lines on his face deepened and twisted in morose. “No, that’s not…” he sighed, upset that nothing had gone to plan, “I wanted everything to be the perfect night for my perfect person, a wonderful night solely for the one I love…” he added in a whisper, “…and I messed it all up.”

Inviting him felt like the only way to reverse his thoughts, to make him realize that, despite everything he considered so wrong, it was all so correctly wrong to you it may as well have been perfect.

Levi - thinks it should be obvious since he’s still with you

It was about subtlety when dating Levi. At least, that’s what you’d figured out in the year you’ve been together. His face was relatively expressionless, so you’d learned to read his body language, but you honestly worried you’d never be fluent, because you still questioned the presence or validity of his feelings for you on some days.

He said it once, that he felt deeply for you on the day he asked you out. He repeated it on your six-month anniversary, when you asked if he still felt that way and he answered with a monotoned, “Well, yeah. Obviously. I thought it was implied since we’re together and all.”

Your favorite version of him was when he was sleepy, when he was too tired to keep his protective walls up, because he was cuddly and cozy and craved nothing but your presence and warmth and actively showered you with soft kisses.

It was when his guard was down like this that you asked him, on your one-year, if he still felt the same—shielding the fear of his answer by joking that you’ll ask him every six months—and he rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around you, kissing your cheek, and muttering, “Yes, love, and I’ll give you the same answer six months, six years, and six centuries from now.”

Zeke - writes you a love letter (unlike armin he tries to be poetic)

Zeke was into you well before you even started to reciprocate those feelings. There was something so enigmatic about you, a light airy aura that made him feel buoyant, that unchained him from the burden of his father’s wants and wishes. In his eyes, you saved him.

For a debt he felt he could never repay, he always brought you flowers and sweets and gifts; he wrote long poems detailing that your beauty was beyond all beholders, that you put the sun to shame, that you were the spark to start his supernova; he sent you good morning beautiful and sweet dreams baby texts, hoping you started and ended your day with a smile.

After a couple months of exclusive dating, he wrote you a love letter, expressing the extent of what you meant to him—the burning shape of you etched permanently in his heart—, handing it to you with a deep red stretched across his face and asking you to read it privately, to share it with no one.

My dearest beloved, I write as I know my tongue will fail me, reminiscent of all previous attempts where my lips part and only whimsy air escapes. Remember those moments, my dear? How you'd don a concerned expression and question me in my flustered state. Oh, how futile the intention feels when my spiritual body abandons me, rendering my physical body utterly useless in translation as my stoic invulnerability precedes me. Oh, how I yearn for you the way broken skin stitches itself back together, the way fibers of a wire stretch to hold on, to come together and remain as one. Oh, how you complete me the manner punctuation consummates these phrases, embedding the lines with a flourish no words could elicit. All your self-proclaimed flaws are null to the universe, your soul culminating as the true embodiment of pure perfection with flavorful cracks in the profile, cracks that you've offered to my pitiful soul, pristine ledges to hold on to as humanity crumbles from your grace. Oh, how if what you provide me with is god-like pity, how I want nothing more than for that bliss to fuel my burning heart, to further engulf my being with this feverish love, to only be quenched by your will.

Bertoldt - he’s shy, so his friends tell you for him

Look, really, no offense to Bertoldt, but, well, he never said a word. Which, like, what the hell? You could tell—or rather, you were pretty sure—he was into you by the way he tensed up when you were around, by the longing glances he’d cast your direction when you were nearby.

Holding conversations was difficult in an endearing way, because he was shy—painfully shy—around you, making small comments with a smile and pink cheeks, stuttering out small compliments and avoiding eye contact like he’d crossed a line (honestly you wished he’d crossed more).

You were starting to lose hope after months of talking led to little improvements, him still awkward around you, still not telling you how he really feels, if he likes you in that way. And like, how could you really be sure that he did if his hints were shit?

One day you receive a video message from Reiner, in it depicting Bertoldt and Porco sitting on a leather couch and talking—well, Porco wasn’t. Bertoldt was talking. A lot. About you. Talking about how you make him so nervous he freezes, how he finds you so attractive his body doesn’t know how to react, how he gets goosebumps on his neck at just the sound of your voice, how the secret love he had for you took up so much volume in his throat he couldn’t even speak or breathe near you.

[vainilla-milk]

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.

[killerbananas]

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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[ukeshik]

Guys, I have a cute porco ready for you. A little bit of love, emotions, reflection and relationship problems, but… 💖💖

I hope at least someone here likes Porco and will see it🙏🙏🙏

[lostinwildflowers]

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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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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