#porco galliard one shot

[yanderecrazysie]

Darling doesn't take yandere seriously so they transform to scare them/ show them how serious they can get. With porco please

Title: Not Ready to Make Nice

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, swearing

“I'm not ready to make nice

I'm not ready to back down

I'm still mad as hell and

I don't have time to go 'round and 'round and 'round

It's too late to make it right”

-From “Not Ready to Make Nice” by The Chicks

You had always thought Porco was just a hothead who liked to throw his weight around. 

Sure, the man had a temper, but you never took it seriously. Whenever he got jealous, you’d brush his pouting off with a lighthearted joke or roll your eyes. After all, he was harmless in the end.

It was just his way of showing he cared, you assumed. And honestly? The attention was flattering. 

Over time, Porco became more possessive and more easily angered. His sharp eyes often watched you a little too closely.

Still, it was just Porco being Porco, right? The idea that someone like Porco, who you’d known since childhood, could be dangerous to you was laughable.

Until today.

—-------------------------------------------------------

It had started like any other day. You were out with Pieck and Reiner, enjoying the rare moments of peace in a world constantly at war. You sat in the dew-touched grass, sharing stories interrupted by laughter and just having a good time with your friends. 

Porco showed up eventually, but you didn’t pay him much mind.

He watched you from across the square, his eyes narrowed as he observed the way you interacted with your companions. However, it wasn’t until you hugged Reiner goodbye that you noticed something was wrong. His jaw clenched and his hands clenched into fists. A shiver went down your spine, but you shook it off.

After Pieck and Reiner had both headed off, you turned and faced Porco. He had gone back to normal, sitting on the side of a fountain and staring off into the distance. However, his eyes remained just as dark as when you’d dared to touch Reiner.

“Lighten up, Porco,” you said with a grin, plopping down next to him. When he didn’t respond, you nudged him playfully in the ribs, “Come on, you’re not actually jealous, are you?”

His eyes flashed dangerously,but you didn’t back down. You never did.

“Relaaaaax,” you joked.

“Stay away from him,” Porco growled, his voice low.

“Uh huh,” you said distractedly, eyes caught by a fluttering butterfly lilting on a flower. 

“I’m serious,” he snapped, “Stay the fuck away from Reiner.”

“It was just a hug,” you laughed, “You can’t be serious.”

But the look in his eyes told you otherwise. For a moment, you almost considered apologizing to him, but then your stubbornness kicked in.

You stood up, “Chill out. You’re overreacting.” You turned to walk away.

A hand shot out and grabbed your forearm in a vice-like grip. You froze, startled, and turned back to face him. His face stopped inches from yours, eyes blazing with a infernal flame.

“I am not overreacting,” Porco’s voice was like a hiss, “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Porco…” you tried to pull your arm free, but his grip tightened to the point it hurt.

“You think it’s just all a joke, don’t you?” his voice trembled with an anger he was barely containing.

“You’re scaring me…” you said quietly, finally starting to take him seriously.

“Good,” he spat, giving you a shove backwards and releasing your arm, “You should be scared.”

You were momentarily distracted by the stunning cold of the fresh water as you stumbled over the edge and into the fountain. Fury blazed through you and you climbed out of the fountain, ready to give Porco a piece of your mind…

Only for your eyes to widen in horror at his bloody hand starting to spark with the light of transformation. You flung yourself back into the fountain and ducked behind the tall stone sides, soaking yourself in water as light lit up the empty square.

The brightness disappeared, leaving you blinking in the dark evening light. You cautiously peeked over the edge of the fountain, brushing back your sopping wet hair and froze in terror.

The Jaw Titan faced you now, his eyes locked on your shivering, soaked form. His eyes were just as dark and furious, but his body was massive and powerful, towering over your mere human body.

You scrambled backwards, splashing through the water, your heart pounding out of your chest. “Holy shit-” this wasn’t happening… this couldn’t be happening…

But it was. And the look in the titan’s eyes was unmistakably the fierce hazel glare of Porco Galliard.

“Porco…” you whimpered, your voice trembling. There was no mistaking the truth. He had transformed- and he was still glaring at you with the same deadly intensity as before.

You had never been this close to a titan before, and certainly not one who seemed so ready to crush you into the ground. The realization that this titan was Porco, and that he had done this just to show you how serious he was… it was too much for you.

You couldn’t move or speak. All you could do was stare, trembling, at the terrifying creature that had once been your friend.

Finally, the Jaw Titan crouched down, bringing its massive face closer. The ground shook beneath its weight with each step and you could feel the heat radiating off its skin.

You snapped out of your frozen state. This was real. This was happening. And if you didn’t do something, you had no idea what he might do next. 

“Porco! Please stop!” you begged as his jaws began to open, “I get it- I’m sorry. I understand how serious you are now! I’m so sorry!”

For a moment, there was silence, and you were afraid he would ignore your pleas and just flat-out eat you. But then, Porco emerged from the titan’s neck and the titan’s head lolled forward, lifeless as an abandoned puppet.

Porco ripped his body free and dropped to the ground, the Jaw Titan starting to steam and erode away. Porco walked over to you, panting slightly, his eyes wild. You flinched with every step closer that he took.

He saw the fear in your expression and his eyes softened suddenly, as though he was admiring you. “Now do you see?” he asked quietly, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you away from him.”

You stared at him blankly, still sitting in the water you had grown numb to. This was a side of Porco you had never wanted to see- one you had never imagined could exist. 

And you realized, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, that you had underestimated how possessive over you he had become.

He reached out to you and you instinctively pulled away. He looked disappointed, “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I’ll protect you from danger. I’ll keep you safe. As long as you learn to understand that you belong to me.”

You wanted to cry. Porco wasn’t just a hotheaded idiot, he was a man who would do anything to keep you by his side and his side alone.

And now that you had seen the extent of his power, you knew there was no escaping him.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Can we have the opposite of the ask you just answered? The 104th asking what your type is and you describe them perfectly?

eren jaeger is all blinks. it seems only his eyes know how to do the talking. you have to ease him gently back to the real world and his only reaction is his cheeks turning bright red.

armin arlert holds back a sort of giggle. he’s honored, he’s embarrassed, he’s ashamed. most importantly, he can’t believe it’s him that you find desirable, especially since always coming second place to his best friend. he’s beyond thrilled.

jean kirstein and his smug ass ego is too cocky. he smirks with a glimmer in his eyes. “i knew it,” is what he thinks but he won’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. the gaze in his eyes is tender enough.

connie springer didn’t think he’d get this far when you describe him. he starts to talk to but quickly shuts his mouth, unsure of the right answer. he decides to bite the bullet and ask you out.

reiner braun opens his mouth and nothing falls out. he keeps trying to find the perfect words, you see it in his eyes. eventually his mouth decides “i knew it,” as the right answer and you can’t help but laugh.

bertholdt hoover turns as red as a cherry. he rubs the back of his neck and looks away. he tries to be brave, to say the right thing to you but all he says is “oh,” leading you to confess the entirety of your feelings.

levi ackerman tilts his head and stares at you. he can’t believe the way you’d just described him but fuck, he wants too. so bad. he presses you ever so subtly until you find yourself confessing your undying love for him.

erwin smith is frowning but also smiling. he’s glad to know his feelings aren’t unreciprocated but he knows exactly how complex this relationship is going to be. he’s the first one to offer to give this a shot.

zeke jaeger laughs and asks if you could be any more obvious. he rubs his chin and asks if you are one hundred percent sure. when you say yes, he decides to say ‘fuck it’ and make you his lady immediately.

porco galliard raises an eyebrow despite having known deep down this whole time. he quizzes you, wanting to hear you stutter at your most vulnerable. eventually, he laughs and tells you he’s just fucking with you, and that he’d be proud to be your man.

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[sundew199]

Reiner Braun works

♡ fluff

❦ angst

❀ smut

Short Fics/Drabbles

Fruitless ❦

Kiss ❀

Do I deserve this? ❦♡

All you have to do is ask ❀

Fair ❀

Keep Goin' ❀

All for you ♡

Fluff Drabble #1 ♡

Angel ♡

Imagine w/DILF!Reiner ❀

Mornings ❀

One-Shots/Fics

Breakfast Pt.1 ❀

Breakfast Pt.2 ❀

Time Two: (Reiner x Jean x Reader) ❀

Pt.1, Pt.2

Quiet ❀

Let Me ❀

Lunch Date ❀

Look so good ❀

Watch yourself for me ❀ (Reiner Braun x Jean Kirschstein)

Mutual Relief ❀ (Reiner Braun x Porco Galliard)

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[rubywithecat]

hey! you are not writing for aot boys anymore??? :(( i used to wait for your hc they were the best!! if you are still writing for them, can you make aot boys and when their s/o makes them laugh?? (specially the jaegers brother huhhuhu)

Hihi! Omg im so glad that u like my hcs and thanks a lottt for loving them. It means a lot to me <3 T-T

And yess I’ll still write about AoT and I was even rewatching it during these days coincidently Loll

~AoT boys when their s/o makes them laugh~

-Eren-

U were humming ur fav song when he came into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” He asked as he hugged u from behind and kissed u. “It’s ur fav ramen, Eren” U answered, kissing him back. “My brother Zeke is also joining dinner tonight is that ok?” He asked as he helped you. “It’s fine I made a lot” u answered.

“Here are the servings. Zeke, help urself any drink u like it’s in refrigerator” u said as u joined the dinner table and he nodded. “What’s for dessert, love?” Eren asked taking a bite of his food. U looked at him and then smirked. “Well the dessert ur getting is me” U teased and winked at him. Zeke almost threw up his food and Eren got so shy that his cheek became red but he couldn’t help himself smiling so hard about it, then he coughed in embarrassment.

He dragged u to the kitchen counter and passionately kissed u. “Right in front of my brother?” He said. “Yeah? I did make u laugh right?” U said innocently. “U r going to regret it, love” He smirked.

-Reiner-

It’s rainy season and at Marley camp, u and other warriors have to train despite the heavy rain. U put on the raincoat and walked to training session with ur friends. “The rain isn’t stopping since the morning” Annie complained. “But I like rain” Berthold replied. “But not the heavy rain, Berthold. It makes us harder for outdoor practice” U said.

Reiner was already there and he was waiting for you guys under roof, arm crossed and standing position. “How’s ur way of coming here?” He teased as u removed ur raincoat. U sided eyed him and sarcastically said “It’s so good that I’m so wet right now” u said without thinking other meaning and the realized it and quickly yelled. “No no that’s not what I meant!” U look so cute for him being all shy. Reiner busted out in laughter. “Hey Reiner u dirty mind!!” U yelled. “Uh? I’m not the one who said I’m wet” he teased again which makes u blush even more.

-Porco-

Everybody partying hard after tough mission and u are at 2 shots now. “Let’s play truth or dare” Reiner suggested and others cheered him up. “Whatever” Porco said, annoyed as he smoked his cigarette. “Come on Porco! It’s gonna be fun!” U persuaded him. “Please” U gave him cute eyes and he finally agreed.

“Truth or dare?” Pieck asked u. “I’m going with dare” u said confidently. “Well, I dare u to say a cheesy pickup line to Galliard” she said, setting u up. It would be so embarrassing normally but ur vodka shots make u over confident. U grabbed Porco shirt’s collar and whispered into his ears. “Hey Mr.Jaw titan, don’t look down on me cuz i would look so good underneath you”. He smiled and then laughed so hard. “What did she say?” Zeke asked loudly. “Shut the fck up I’m not telling u” Porco replied.

The next day, u couldn’t even look at Porco face cuz of embarrassment. He would laugh about it and find it cute. “Hey how did u sleep last night huh?” He asked. “Fine I guess” u said awkwardly. He suddenly pinned u to the wall and u thought he was gonna kiss u but he just looked at u closely and smirked. “Mr Jaw titan was a smooth line” he teased.

-Zeke-

He was having a hard day but still make time for the date. He agreed to go look sunset with u even tho he has stress about his work on unfinished project, he pretended like it’s nth and doesn’t wanna make u feel like a burden to him cuz ur not.

“Zeke look at there” u pointed to somewhere and when he tilted his head, u sneaked a kiss on cheek suddenly. He was surprised but he smiled at u and u can tell it makes his day a lot better. “U little sneak” he said as he grabbed ur neck and kissed passionately back. “U could have said so if u want it” he smirked and u giggled. “I can make ur stress is away, trust me?” U teased him, bitting ur lips.

-Levi-

U made a bet with Connie and Sasha that they owe u a drink if u could make ur captain laugh. At first, u tried with all the humors but he got all serious and as a result, u got punished by having to clean the window.

It’s nearly night time and u were still cleaning the windows. “I think he’s being so heartless” u told to Sasha as u wiped the window with anger. “Well, U shouldn’t have accepted the challenge” Sasha said, helping u. “Yeah I’m regretting that now Sasha” U sighed and suddenly yelled as u saw Levi behind u as u turned to get water. “Captain! Didn’t see u there hahaha” u said awkwardly. “Who were u telling that is heatless?” “We were talking about….umm… Jean” U looked at Sasha, asking for help. “Yeah yeah Jean was… acting so mean…” she played along. “R u sure? I thought that kid was talking about me” he asked her and looking suspiciously at u. U smiled confidently but dying inside. “Why would I say such thing to our handsome and hot captain?” U said dramatically, looking at him with puppy eyes. He looked at u back for a sec and he can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Stop messing with me kid” he replied. U can even see him blush.

-Erwin-

It was a formal meeting and u had to follow Erwin as his personal assistant. U had to wear heels and formal tight dress which is really uncomfortable for u.

After meeting, u thought everyone left so, u took off ur heels and swore. “Fck that hurts! How did those women stayed all fine with these fcking shoes!” U were talking to urself. Then u looked aside and saw Erwin was there. “Ah— im so sorry sir! Since when did u come back?” U apologized immediately. “Don’t wear it if it’s uncomfortable for u” He gave u a new pair of shoes. “I brought this for u” he said as he helped u wear the slippers. “Sir u don’t have to! Thank u so much!” U said as he finished. U stood up “Omg this is so amazing! Ur the best Captain!” U said and it made him laugh. “I’m glad u like that” he replied.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is HEAVILY inspired by the business card scene in American Psycho. (I wrote this back in 2021 for a collab.) [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke's perceived inadequacy leads him to a situation that only exacerbates his insecurities. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU (duh), not a big fan of the term "crack fic" but that's basically what this is, Zeke's only a few years older than the rest of the Warriors, sharing nudes without consent, smutty stuff is mentioned, alcohol, marijuana, body horror (Zeke describes scaphism in great detail), Zeke's probably ooc because I basically turned him into Patrick Bateman.

Zeke’s standing in the back of the bar, cornered by his friends. His life is in shambles because you dragged him to a birthday party in the nicest part of the city on the very night he decided to make a major life choice. Tonight was the night he said fuck it and shaved off his beard.

“You look like a baby,” Porco laughs.

“Like an angular baby, like a baby with good cheekbones,” Bertholdt, the birthday boy, mutters to himself.

“Can I touch your face?”

Zeke clenches his jaw and goes to speak only to be interrupted by Reiner's tender touch.

“Wow, that is soft. You got really soft skin. What do you use?”

Zeke smacks Reiner's hand away and uses the sleeve of his flannel to wipe away his residual touch. The meathead’s compliment was sufficient; there was no need to make physical contact.

“Sisley’s Black Rose Skin Infusion Cream.” Zeke sighs, accepting Reiner’s interpersonal failure. “How drunk are you?”

Reiner grins.

“I don’t know but your girlfriend’s the one that’s making them,” Reiner says before dissolving into the crowd.

Zeke questions whether or not Reiner was actually there in the first place. He could have merely been an anxiety induced hallucination.

“I have to… go,” Zeke abruptly blurts out to no one in particular as he pushes himself through his group of friends.

Free from their grasp he kicks himself for being so inarticulate in such a genuine way. Usually his nerves were hidden by a veneer of stoicism, but now he wonders if maybe it was just the beard. 

The bar is packed and Zeke stands on his tippy toes trying to see your little head bobbing around somewhere. So many people look like you from this distance. He takes off his glasses and squints but it does little to assist him. He nearly drops them as he maneuvers them back onto his face. Eventually he hears you cackling close by. He sighs heavily once he spots you behind the bar. You look angelic, a beacon of light in a sea of complete fucking bullshit. You look him in the eyes and smile, relief washing over him.

“Don’t you have to have a license or something to be back there?” he asks you, hiding his anxiety behind a facade of smugness.

You shrug and lean over the bar to kiss his forehead.

“They ain’t kicked me out yet so… I guess not.”

Zeke sits down on a bar stool and holds his head in his hands. He remembers that this is a private party and the likelihood of anyone actually giving a shit is slim to none.

“Reiner called you my girlfriend.”

“Ew, why?”

Zeke peers up from his hands, the rest of his face still obscured. Anything to hide his lack of facial hair.

“Because we showed up together and he probably heard us fucking in the bathroom earlier. Can you hold these for me? I almost dropped them.”

Zeke hands you his glasses and you tuck them away in your purse.You pat his head and ruffle his wavy blonde hair. He relishes in the gentle touch of your hand.

“Reiner’s an idiot. Want a shot?”

“Two. You know what I like.”

You grab a bottle of whiskey and overpour two shots. You pass one to him and go grab the other for yourself. Zeke grabs your wrist and stares up at you.

“They’re both for me.”

You shake your head and pour yourself one. Zeke downs the whiskey, savoring the smokey taste it leaves behind on his tongue. Just as he goes to ask you about how your day was Marcel fucking Galliard taps him on the shoulder.

“Buddy, it’s been too long. How ya been?”

Marcel is hammered and he lifts Zeke off the stool into a bear hug. Zeke feels the whiskey crawl up his throat, the most painful tickle he’s been subjected to.

“Ni—nice to see you. It has been awhile,” he chokes out.

Marcel loosens his grip and takes a seat next to Zeke. He looks impeccable, his hair perfectly quaffed. His skin was practically glowing. How could such a drunk guy look so put together and handsome?

“It has been a fucking while!” Marcel exclaims once more.

Zeke scratches his ear and then subtly waves you off. You slowly walk away backwards from the men, bumping into the actual bartender.

“Colt! Coltie Boy!... Damn, dude, you alright? You look tired.”

Marcel has mistaken Zeke for Colt Grice, one of the other tall blonde guys in their friend group. It seems logical because Colt works at the same middle school as Zeke doing the same exact thing he does, teaching language arts to seventh graders. Though Zeke thinks he’s smarter and more relatable to his students. It certainly doesn’t help that he hasn’t seen Marcel in years, who likely has forgotten what he looks like.

“Well I haven’t been getting much sleep. You know me, burning the midnight oil and all.”

Marcel laughs way too hard at Zeke’s joke which wasn’t even a joke in the first place.

He grabs Zeke’s shoulder and continues. “Great, that’s great. Such a hard worker. So uh, shit what’s her name… That girl you’ve been seeing.”

“Pieck.”

Marcel snaps his fingers and grabs Zeke’s shoulder again.

“Yeah, yeah, how’s Pieck? She’s a keeper. A great girl.”

“She’s good, couldn’t be happier with her. We’re thinking about getting a dog.”

“Wow, that’s—that’s great. You deserve it, man. You’re a good guy. Not like that dork Zach Yeager.”

“His name is Zeke, Marcel.”

“Who cares? You,” Marcel pokes Zeke in the chest, just barely missing his nipple, “you’re a good guy. You got your life together. Fuck Zach, man.”

Zeke nods in agreement.

“He’s a fucking dick, you know? Sure, yeah, I haven’t seen that weirdo in years, but I don’t even have to see him to know he’s—” Marcel pauses to burp into his hand. “excuse me. To know he’s a piece of shit.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been a fan either.”

“Fucking wears dumb glasses, like dude get a normal pair.”

“I know, right?”

“Grandpas wear those glasses, Coltie. Grand. Pas.”

Just as Zeke feels like he’s going to vomit into his own lap Bertholdt pops up from behind Marcel, eyes full of concern. 

“Hey Marcel, Porco’s out back and he’s not looking too good.”

Bertholdt’s a dirty liar and everyone except Marcel knows it. Porco’s tolerance is god-like, an unwavering cognitive marvel. Marcel sighs and stands up, stumbling out the door to the patio, Bertholdt trailing behind. He hits his forehead on the door frame on his way out.

“Are you gonna be okay?” you quietly ask, eating a maraschino cherry you stole from someone’s drink.

Zeke smiles and shakes his head. 

“It could’ve been wor—”

“Oh shit! What happened? You kinda look like dad!”

Eren is standing in the doorway with a pair of wayfarers on. He definitely stole them from someone; there was no way he’d drop money on Ray Bans. He comes over and hugs Zeke from behind. Zeke appreciates Eren’s affection but it does nothing to soothe verbal assault he received from Marcel.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know that was fucked up,” Eren coos. “But I am right. I can’t help that.”

It doesn’t matter if Eren is right or not. Zeke’s ego is crushed beyond repair. You shoo his brother away and drag Zeke into one of the booths, sitting across the table from him. He frowns.

“Can you sit next to me?”

The alcohol is taking hold of him. He needs attention and affection, but not too much. Anything beyond you sitting beside him, holding him close, is simply unbearable. You switch sides and scoot close to him. 

Zeke notices you staring at him. Your gaze is kind, kinder than a shithead like him deserves. He can’t remember a time in his life where he felt more insecure and unworthy of you. When your soft hand caresses his bare face he is slightly startled. However it’s a welcome gesture.

“I think you look good,” you purr.

He slinks down into his seat, bathing in your praise.

“I’m a little jealous of your jawline too.”

Zeke blushes.

“I look that good, huh?”

“No, you look like shit. I was lying the whole time. You’re the ugliest guy here.”

“Stop you’re going to make me fall in love with y—”

“Colt! The fuck?! What about Pieck, man?!”

You both turn to see a very drunk, very disheveled Marcel being carried out of the bar by Porco and Colt. Colt turns around, looking fresh as daisy, not a single line or wrinkle on his face; his skin smoother than a baby’s ass. He flashes an apologetic grin and lets go of Marcel, walking towards the two of you with utmost confidence. Porco crashes into a table because Marcel might as well be the most cumbersome person on the planet at this moment.

“This is probably the worst time to ask, but do you think I could use your study guides for my class tomorrow? I didn’t have time to throw anything together because Pieck and I were settling into our new apartment.”

Zeke wants to die right then and there. Zeke, who lives in a studio apartment with a chinchilla named Robert. Zeke, who will never own any form of home in his life. Zeke, who’s skincare routine will never make up for years of smoking and sitting in the sun.

“Wow! That’s so cool, Colt!” you pipe up, wrapping an arm around Zeke. He leans into you, desperately trying to disappear. He wants you to make the situation go away, to wrap it up with a little bow and toss it out a window.

“It’s a lot of work getting all that furniture into the penthouse that’s for sure.”

“I can imagine,” you reply eagerly, making up for Zeke’s awkwardness.

Colt just stands there grinning. 

The lull in the conversation is too much for Zeke bear. He realizes he needs to open his mouth and speak.

“Uh, you can use my study guides.”

“Oh thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” Colt turns around to see the nuclear disaster that is the Galliard brothers. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to take care of that,” he laughs. “Let’s do dinner sometime!”

Once Colt is out of earshot Zeke falls to pieces.

“Let’s do an execution sometime, Colt. Just boil me alive, send me to the boats.”

Zeke notices the quizzical look you give him and tosses his head back and groans.

“It’s a form of execution where you trap someone between two boats—row boats not ocean liners.” He knows you all too well, your perception prone to the absurd. “And you force feed them milk and honey, and you cover them with it too. And then you leave them to fester and rot in the sun like in a lake or a river.” He coughs. “Death doesn’t come quickly obviously. Flies lay eggs in your wounds, feasting upon your infected flesh. Mosquitos rise from the putrid water and buzz around you. Your body decays right before your eyes.”

“Uh,” is all you can manage to spit out.

He can’t hide his disappointment, and avoids your gaze.

“I know something that’ll cheer you up.”

“What?” he asks.

“Wanna see some dick pics?”

Zeke’s attention is thoroughly piqued. He clears his throat, trying to mask his blatant curiosity.

“Sure. Whose do you have?”

You smirk. “I got everyone.”

“Do you go around showing these to everyone?”

Zeke panics remembering the series of dick pics he sent you one night after smoking two blunts by himself. So many different angles and his face was definitely in a few of them.

“Oh god no, I don’t show them to anyone.”

He bathes in a sea of relief.

“Okay good. Let me see.”

You pull out your phone and go to your hidden photos. A barrage of dicks show up on the screen all in various states of turgidity.

‘Wait, I want to see mine first.”

“Fine. Weirdo.”

You scroll down to find a picture of Zeke’s hard cock. A solid six inches. Circumcised. A few veins running along the length of it, more on the green side. It’s framed by curly, untrimmed, flaxen pubic hair which suddenly Zeke is weirdly self conscious about. He can’t help but wonder if Colt has untamed pubes.

“Should I wax?”

You look at him like he has three heads.

“What? No. I like them even if they get caught in my teeth occasionally.”

You pinch his cheek and Zeke lets out a little “phew”. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you told him otherwise. The idea of ripping out his body hair terrifies him. Shaving’s bad enough, the resulting emotional anguish a burden he struggles to bear. He might die if he added physical pain into the mix.

“I appreciate the angles,” you say. “It’s artistic. The lighting hits the cum dripping off the tip perfectly.”

Zeke basks in the light of your praise.

“Nice and erect, not floppy and flaccid. It’s one of my favorites.”

He shivers at the thought of sending you a photo of his limp dick. He’s a grower, not a shower, a fact that left him feeling inadequate if he thought too hard about it.

It was seemingly unfounded. You never expressed any displeasure when you’d pull his cock out of his pants and see it in its flaccid state. No hint of judgment when you got down on your knees and sucked him off. Just pure, unadulterated joy.

“Gimme a name.”

“Let’s see the birthday boy.”

You pull up a poorly lit photo of an incredibly erect cock. No veins, very smooth with an even coloring. Zeke notices he’s uncircumcised and tries to convince himself that his dick being circumcised makes him a better person than Bertholdt.

“It’s very long,” you say, zooming in on the dick and scrolling down. “Not super thick though.”

“I’m not impressed.”

Zeke takes pride in his cock being thicker than Bertholdt’s.

“Can I ask why you have a pic of his dick?”

“He was drunk and meant to send it to Annie.”

“And you kept it?”

“Hey, whoa. I did ask.”

Zeke gives you a quizzical look. He is having trouble discerning the situation at hand and it makes him feel like he’s dying. You pat his back.

“I was like, ‘Bertl, can I keep this?’ And he was like, ‘If you feel so compelled.’ And let me tell you... I was compelled.”

“Next one,” Zeke says, glaring at the dick on your phone screen.

“Okay,” you flip through your photos, “Porco.”

You hold up your phone, showing Zeke a still image of Porco furiously masturbating on the bathroom floor.

“D—did he set up a timer on his phone?”

“Yeah, grandpa, welcome to the 21st century. We’re happy to have you.”

“You’re two years younger than me, grandma.”

You stick your tongue out at him and zoom in on Porco’s cock. His cock curves upward quite a bit, veiny but not nearly as veiny as Zeke’s. The tip is a pearlescent pink. Porco managed to catch himself in the middle of his orgasm, cum spurting upward like a geyser.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“Cum looks a little thin, watery even.”

Zeke wants to tack on that his cum is more robust, but he realizes how pathetic it is to brag about.

“I like it when it’s thicker. Like if someone is going to come on me I wanna feel it splatter on my skin, you know?”

Zeke doesn’t know.

“Yeah I get that,” he lies.

“I appreciate the action of the shot, but it’s too busy. I see a bottle of Acqua di Gio on his bathroom counter. His plunger is in the background. I don’t like that his bathroom rug is orange.”

Zeke could hear you talk shit about Porco’s nudes all day.

“You lookin’ at Porco’s nudes?”

Reiner slides into the other side of the booth. He’s pretty drunk, skin a little pink, but he seems mostly there.

“Has everyone seen them?” Zeke asks in a panic.

“No. I overheard you guys talking,” he chastises. “You guys are really harsh critics.”

“I have standards, Reiner.”

“If people can be film critics, why not dick critics?” Zeke asks, genuinely wanting an answer.

“Hey!” You smack Reiner’s arm. “Can I show Zeke your dick?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t. I’m not an artist, but I’ve been told I have an eye for color,” he brags.

Zeke rolls his eyes. “Hush. Let’s see the dick.”

You pull up Reiner’s dick on your phone. It’s a lower body shot, just his torso and cock in view, it’s standing straight up. His body is framed by his earth toned bedding that makes his skin look divine. He’s statuesque, like a Greek god.

“Check out my cum gutters.”

“Reiner,” you exclaim. “Gross!”

“So Zeke, what do you think?” Reiner asks eagerly.

“Impressive,” Zeke chokes out. “Very nice.”

Zeke’s ready to move on. Reiner’s color coordinating bodybuilder nudes make him want to wear clothes for the rest of his life. He pictures himself dressed in his pajamas, standing in the middle of his shower, arms crossed, looking absolutely miserable.

“Hm, I think that’s all I have. Wait. Oh my god, I forgot I have your brother’s.”

Zeke is conflicted. On one hand he feels protective of Eren and wants to destroy your phone, preserving Eren’s honor. But on the other he wants to rip Eren’s head off for sending you a picture of his dick.

“I have one!” Reiner pipes up.

“Whose?” Zeke and you ask in unison.

“Colt’s.”

You start to shake your head. “No, no more dick pics. We’re done for the night.”

“No,” Zeke says, clenching his jaw. “Let’s see Colt Grice’s cock.”

You toss your head back and stare at the ceiling, preparing yourself for Zeke’s reaction. Reiner winces, realizing his mistake. But still he pulls out his phone.

“Why do you have a picture of his dick?” you ask.

“He needed a creative consultant,” he replies plainly.

Reiner goes through his phone and breathes heavily. He looks up from his phone, his lips a flat line, and he holds up Colt’s dick pic.

It’s a full body shot of Colt. His cock is thick and long, the same look and size as Zeke’s. He grabs Reiner’s phone and stares at Colt’s throbbing erection. It’s taken in his bathroom and unlike Porco's, his counter is organized, only a small bottle of expensive hand soap lurking in the corner. His dick is the perfect shade of pink, the head of his cock picturesque. It’s smooth, but not in a creepy way. It’s like it was sculpted by Rodin, rock hard and tremendous.

“Oh my god. His pubes are so trim,” Zeke mutters. 

His hand shakes and he drops the phone. Reiner grabs it, slips it into his pocket, and looks away from Zeke. The three of you sit in silence, the only sounds coming from the party.

“Is something wrong, Zeke?” you ask. “You’re sweating.”

Zeke doesn’t say anything. There isn’t anything to say. This isn’t something that can be buffed away with pity. The wounds inflicted are too deep. The pain radiating through his being will never cease. There will be no relief from his festering inadequacy. Happiness and hope for the future are rendered foreign concepts.

The man is irreparably damaged.

[mulberrysilk]

Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boy’s ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.

cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet

wc : 5.3k

a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.

Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! ♥︎

That’s thing about illicit affairs  and clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

“How about you?” The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity. 

“What about me?” 

“Have you been seeing anyone?” Pieck’s grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now. 

You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this. 

“Yeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,” Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point. 

“You won’t have to scare anyone,” you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. “There’s nobody.” 

To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.

The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. “If there was somebody, she would tell us. We don’t have to pry like this.” 

Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. “Oh? Well, I’m just teasing her, Reiner.” 

You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what it’s like to be in his presence. 

“Plus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.” Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat,  a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. “We’re not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.”

“How protective of you, Pock.” Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. “And do you think you’re not a good for nothing idiot?” 

He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face. 

“Hey, kid.” A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Don’t call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance. 

“What’s Pieck tormenting you with this time?” He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but that’s him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood. 

“I’m not tormenting her,” she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. “Just asking about our dear little crybaby’s love life.” 

“Oh?”

“There’s not much to tell because she claims she doesn’t have one.” 

His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes.  You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable. 

“How is she supposed to have one when you’ve got these two,” he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. “…Colt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?” Zeke jested. 

How indeed. 

“She could be having a secret love affair?” Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.

But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid. 

Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that you’d never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you can’t quite place but you craved for more. 

His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.

He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.

“Z-Zeke!” You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.

“That’s a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m looking forward to hearing more.” 

Zeke didn’t know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, he’d rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldn’t and believed he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, it’s even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body. 

It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldn’t help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in  a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He could’ve stayed away. He should’ve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame. 

Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder. 

Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you. 

“T-take these off.” You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you. 

“Impatient are we?” He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan. 

“You were the one who kissed me first,” you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight. 

“I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasn’t before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture. 

“See. You’re the impatient one.” 

“Guilty as charged.” He surrendered easily to you and only you. 

Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldn’t ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite. 

Zeke’s hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh. 

“Have you ever had someone before?” He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.

“Why?” You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. “Do you want me to say you’re the first?” 

His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. “You’re teasing.” 

“Am I?” You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man? 

His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Answer my question.” 

You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didn’t like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if you’ll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.

“Why?” You weren’t letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed  your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. “You’re wondering if I’ve been touched here?” 

“Yes.” He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now. 

“No...and nowhere else.” 

Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. You’ve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this. 

“Good.” He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. “Because I would make sure you’ll forget whoever it  was.” 

“Didn’t know you were so possessive, War Chief.” You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.  “It’s a new look on you.” 

“You are a tease.” 

“A secret love affair?” Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Pieck smirked knowingly at  Porco’s reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. “Well, is it?” 

The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You weren’t going to say anything. You couldn’t. Not with how things were. 

Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, he’d make sure  to kiss and nip at you again. 

In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, you’d wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of  a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream. 

You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didn’t know what you two were supposed to be. 

“I’m going to call it a night.” You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool he’s made you. “We should do this again sometime.” 

“Definitely.” Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well. 

“I’ll walk the lady home.” Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyone’s heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that. 

“Sure you won’t stay? You haven’t even sat down to drink?” Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home. 

“Just saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Can’t drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.” Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.

“There’s always next time.” Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. It’s always been like that ever since you all were young. 

“Next round is on me.” He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.

The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didn’t ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asked.

“Oh, I must’ve—,” 

He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. “You’re going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.” 

“Mhm.” You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didn’t pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.

“Yours or mine?” He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold. 

“I thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrow…I don’t want to keep you up.” 

“Mhm, but you will.” He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh. 

Your place wasn’t much compared to what he has as Marley’s Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it he’d drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded. 

“Yours.” You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home. 

In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first. 

You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him. 

The door clicked shut  and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him. 

“Should I make coffee for the both—

You didn’t finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him. 

“No coffee, just you.” He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist.  “Good girl.” He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom. 

God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his. 

Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t love him. It was hard not to, especially when you’re lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. He’d always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read. 

Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager? 

Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you could’ve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when you’re lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, he’s reminded that you were his. 

Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there. 

“Z-Zeke…” you whine, pouting up at him. “P-please?” 

“How badly do you need me?” He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit. 

“B-bad.” You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. “Please.” Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. “I want you. Need to feel you.” You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this. 

Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.

Zeke’s teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadn’t made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame. 

“You gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.” There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. “I swear,” he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He wished that could be true. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips.  

Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade. 

If you had any sort of shame within you, you’d be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.

“You’re only this wet for me aren’t you?” He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. “That’s it. Good girl.” The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast. 

Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest you’ll ever be with him. The closest he’s going to allow you to be with him. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. “You’re close too huh?” The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

“You. Want you…make me come please.” You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.

You didn’t have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and  the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you. 

Zeke’s pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasn’t already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax. 

No. He wanted you to look at him. 

The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? “C’mon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped. 

Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and  there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours. 

You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didn’t fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides. 

Zeke doesn’t separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you don’t dare to say but would die to hear from him. 

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that he’ll take care of you before you fully passed out. 

Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldn’t believe he lost  control like that.   Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that should’ve felt like a sharp slap  in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself… not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled out…finished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again. 

“Mhm…” you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet. 

Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and he’s reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first.  

He didn’t know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. It’s against everything he fought for…and yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasn’t got long so he shouldn’t even think about it. He should never think about it. 

“Zeke…” you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made. 

“Come…sleep…” 

“I’ll have a smoke first.” He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him? 

“Okay…” your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not tempted…

Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips,  he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.

In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.

He was screwed.

[stinkysam]

Porco Galliard - Taken from him

Warning : death, throwing up, death again

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : "How do you think porco would react when finding his beloved dead on the ground after a battle they faced?" - @4ever3

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

He found it weird how he couldn't spot you no matter where he was. He ran to every side of the battlefield Revelio became, but there was no sign of you fighting anywhere.

When he finally spots you, lying on the ground, his first reaction is to get out of his titan. He grabs you and looks around for any sign of enemies. Quickly bringing you to safety.

He pants hard as he holds you close, squeezing you against him, leaning against a wall inside a half destroyed house. He keeps looking around in case he gets attacked. Clutching you against his chest.

No one comes and he finally calms down. That's when he notices you're not moving. At all. Your chest, you're not breathing.

He checks your wrists for a pulse then your throat and your chest. Still no pulse. He panics and begins to yell at you, shaking your body.

That's when he notices the bullet hole in your head, between your eyes.

He gently cups your face, shaking your head a little as he calls your name softly. Your blood gets on his hands. His breathing gets faster as slowly the thought of you dead creeps in his mind.

It cannot be.

He calls your name again. Yelling it in your face. He's angry. His hands are still shaking you as you rest on the ground. You give him nothing.

Your eyes are open but they're dull, the spark, the shine in them is gone. They're empty. In that moment he finds the horror of seeing a dead body.

He begins to tremble as finally your death settles in. He keeps calling you, his stomach is churning and he feels like throwing up.

He does throw up, almost choking on his own puke as images of the bullet in your head flashes in his mind.

He can vividly see you get shot and fall flat to the ground without missing a beat. Your body full of life suddenly lacking it. He throws up again. Coughing. Tears threatening to spill.

He looks at your lifeless body and finally, tears begin to fall.

He crawls to you again, shaking your body and yelling your name as his tears fall on your face. He's begging. Begging you to move. Breathe. To blink. Anything. But please do not stay dead.

After a few minutes his eyes are burning, red, he's sniffling as his voice breaks as he calls for you again. One last time.

He's forgotten everything you told him. To be careful, to not rest on his titan’s strength alone, to not be blinded. It's too late. He's full of rage. He promises to you, your dead body, that he's going to avenge you.

He hates them. These damned eldians from Paradis Island. These fucking devils. He wants to kill them all. Especially the one that shot you. That's what they deserve for killing his only light.

Except it doesn't go as planned as he transforms back into a titan, his jaw is used by Eren to break the crystal protecting Lara Tybur.

In that instant, with you dead, he feels like he's lost his purpose.

When he wakes up later and hears Reiner saved him, the first thing he does is ask for you. He quickly remembers what happened, feeling nauseous and gets up despite the nurse's warnings to find your body still where he left it.

He cries once again when he sees you, exactly at the place he left you. You haven't moved an inch. Really. How could you ?

He caresses your face fondly, ignoring the dried blood. But he almost throws up again at the sight of the hole in your forehead. He delicately puts you on his back, to put you with the other dead soldiers to have a proper burial.

-

"I saw Marcel's memories. He tricked the army into making a loser like you into a Warrior... all to protect me. Now you have to admit it... That... to the end... I've always been better than you." He says to Reiner.

He has tears in his remaining eye as he feels he cannot regenerate anymore. But he's not mad. He feels at peace knowing the truth.

He's happy. Because he knows he's gonna find you again, and this time, nothing will take you away from him.

[spliffymae]

this is how i imagined sasha dressing for that wip i posted earlier. and after suffering severe brain rot, i came running to this app. 🤭🤭🤭

⚠️ afabreader, she/her pronouns, both reader and sasha are queer, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), it’s really fluff w A LOT of sexual tension.

song i recommend for vibes:

⊱ ──────── {.⋅ ✺ ⋅.}──────── ⊰

sasha is such a good friend to you, she did so much to help you when you were in need.like in high school, when you would forget to pack a lunch, she would always walk around with double of hers—honestly it was because two meals were enough to satisfy her, but she never got to eat the other one. instead she would be handing the thermos or sandwhich bag to you with a blank stare, mumbling to you to be more mindful but she never stopped giving you food.

oh my gosh! she was such a positive friend for you. like that time in college, when she had introduced you to connie and jean from your guys’ kinesiology class. you had been wanting to get to know them for a while because of how chill they seemed, but were always nervous to initiate conversations. so sasha did it for you.

you four had become a friend group instantly. sasha had told you she felt the best vibes around them and knew they would be a great addition for you two. and they were. you guys would spend everyday together, either in connie and jean’s dorm or you and sasha’s shared apartment. whether it was studying, playing video games, movie nights, or just regular hanging out, the moment was never dull.

sasha was a supportive friend. when you began to date this guy porco, who was on your college’s basketball team, she would come with you to the basketball games. she was on the women’s team, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t interested, but it would make her nauseous to see how heart eyed you became when provo would make a shot.

but still, sasha was an understanding friend. when your boyfriend started to take more time away from you two, she didn’t get upset. you hadn’t experienced adult love before, so she understood.

when you would miss scheduled bonding time or her important games because ‘porco needed you’, sasha didn’t yell at you for it. she understood.

when you would walk into her room at eleven thirty at night, with a pout on your lips and glossy eyes, and complaining about how you have so much homework to do, she stays up all night and does half for you.

when you forget to study for a test in class, and are having a mini freak out in class the day of the test, sasha holds your hand in support, slipping you a folded paper containing everything you need to know to pass.

sasha braus was your best friend. i mean, who else would stay up late to listen to you sob about how difficult of a time you were having with galliard while simultaneously helping you part your hair for a protective style. passion twists, her favorite on you. you cried about how you weren’t feeling heard or seen in the relationship. you were feeling like he was with you for just the aesthetic reasons and didn’t bother to put in real effort. she listened through it all.

sasha was an honest friend. who couldn’t hide her face for shit when you revealed to her that every time porco eats you out, you fake an orgasm to make him feel good. “he just…gets in his head, s’all. i’m sure he’ll be good once the nerves go.” you would say, but she could tell you didn’t believe your own words.

but oh, did she have her moments. sometimes sasha would be a possessive friend. like when her braids ups would somehow almost always fall on days porco was spending the night, she would take advantage of your kindness and ask you to wash and put a treatment in her hair. you would protest about not wanting to take the whole night, but she’d pout and bat her lashes,and you would melt away. porco would be irritated and sasha was always elated.

sasha had a lot of good qualities about her. one that you loved was how much of a comforting friend she was. when you would have your bad mental days, where everyone and anyone was getting muted and ignored, sasha was the only one that got to be near you.

you would send her a text at 1pm, asking if she were up. she would tell you she just got up and crashing from morning practice. you wouldn’t respond, instead sasha would hear the padding of your feet before seeing you at her bedroom door. you were wearing one of your big tees with only panties on and long socks. you wouldn’t talk as you got under the blanket with her and wrapped your arms around her waist. she would hold you, placing a comforting kiss to your forehead and just lie in silence with you.

sasha was everything you could ask for in a friend. you would always say how lucky you were to have her in your life. she was the only one who truly understood you. and because of that, sasha was a protective friend. like when she was at a party with connie and jean, and saw your boyfriend grinding up on a girl who she knew wasn’t you. why? because she left you home since you had a final term paper to do.

so sasha did what she knew was best and got up from her seated position on the stairs, nodding to jean and connie that she would soon return. she draped your boyfriend up in an instant, threatening him that if he doesn’t leave and go get you the sweetest apology present this instant, she would perform an impromptu castration on him.

sasha was your experienced friend. who would fascinate you with all the different sexual experiences she’s had with both men and women.

“but wait, so do you like receiving or giving pleasure more?” you ask as you lie across her bed, dressed in her basketball jersey you took from the laundry basket.

sasha stared off into space for a second, thinking about her answer. you couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. jaw clenching while deep in thought, sitting with her knees to her chest and arms over her knees. her hair was out naturally straight with a beanie on top of her head. she was wearing a black crewneck and plaid pajama pants. you watched her eyes look over your figure before looking to you, smiling as she said “giving.”

sasha was your observant friend. she would always have to fill you in on the innuendos and subliminal messages that went over your head when you two would watch movies or listen to jean and connie talk. so she was surprised when your response to her wasn’t an oblivious nod of approval, but a clench of your thighs.

sasha was your smart friend, who figured out your sweet spot when she would watch you dress up as her personal cheerleader for every one of her games, and see you write her jersey number, 9, on a specific spot on your neck.

after she would take her team to victory with a twenty point lead, she would pull you into a hug, dripping in sweat, and placing a quick and hazy kiss to that number that adorned your neck, mumbling about how much good luck your presence brought her. you would feel your body temperature rise, and you would ever so slightly tighten your hold on her jersey.

sasha is your best friend, who you would rather die for than lose. she was your day one, go to, ride or die—she was everything you needed in a better half. she was a friend.

so why now, when porco fucks you to an orgasm, are you thinking of her on top of you instead of him?

[nixie-writes-aot]

Jumping face first onto the Porco train w some Porco x Male reader size kink please?? uwu btw, my face hurts from the jump

Porco + Size Kink

Warnings: nsfw, size kink, anal, handjob, slight praise kink, dirty talk

Pairing: Porco Galliard x male reader

Author's Note: Y'ALL ARE LOVING PORCO TODAY AND I'M HERE TO INDULGE IN THE BRAINROT OF THIS PRETTY LIL BITCH BOY

"Fuck." You hissed.

Porco looked up at you, taking you in as he pushed his cock into your ass slowly. You were struggling to take him and Porco loved that. How each inch seemed to stretch you so much, his eyes watching where he and you were connected with a smirk. He took note that your face was screwed up in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

"God damn, you're tight." Porco growled.

"Anyone would be to you, Pock." You shot back.

Porco snickered, "You calling me big, babe? Because I think its pretty telling that you look aeconds away from cumming already. Fucking size kink."

You felt your face flush, "I am n-" A moan cut you off as Porco slammed himself in.

"Says the one who just fucking moaned." Porco pointed out, shifting his hand to your cock and pressing his thumb against the tip.

"Fuck you, Pock." You whined.

Porco only laughed, letting you adjust to size. You felt so damn full. Like you never had before in your life and with Porco rubbing your tip, pre-cum coating his hand, you were pretty sure that you could cum just from the slight stimulation and fullness alone.

"Give me the word and I will fuck you so hard my name is the only one you'll remember, pretty boy." Porco promised, leaning forward and watching your face with that cocky smirk of his.

[strscrossed]

high school reincarnation ficlet // part 1

honestly i wrote this through a mental illness flare up and the need for mikasa to be cared for so i apologize if this sucks. i'll do a part 2 if you guys really want it. anyway this is that scene where lara finds mikasa drunk at a party. enjoy.

It was your average high school party. Teenagers were getting drunk, others were disappearing into any available room with a door. There was nothing special or unusual about it. 

Well there was one thing. 

Lara wasn’t much of a party girl, she only went if she was invited out by some cutie but her date was nowhere to be found and any thought of him disappeared when she saw Mikasa Ackerman slumped in a corner after clearly too many drinks. 

Lara didn’t know her well but she knew two things: first, she was a girl with a lot of problems and she only knew that through the words of casual acquaintances. Second, Eren Jaeger was in love with her. 

The third reason was that she was a completely normal human being with a shred of decency. The girl was babbling something incoherent. She probably couldn’t tell her ass from her elbow at this point. 

The girl's hair and face already had traces of vomit. She had to keep her conscience. She breathed through her nose as the girl pukes her guts into the bowl. 

Lara didn’t know her story much. If they were talking about their previous lives, she knew even less. Mikasa wasn’t her friend. She wasn’t really an acquaintance. They hardly looked at each other and that was mostly because of Mikasa’s discomfort and Lara’s respect for her boundaries. 

“Come on,” she whispered. “We have to get you cleaned up.” 

“Wanna sleep,” she mumbles. 

“We can’t. We have to get you cleaned up and get you some water, okay?” 

Mikasa didn’t answer. She wasn’t able to stand. 

This was insanity. From the few words she’d heard from Porco Galliard, she had a bit of a drinking problem which Eren was trying to fight all on his own. He’d apparently been successful. Until tonight. 

She didn’t want to call him. Hell, she didn’t even know he’d pick up. 

Worth a shot, right? 

To her surprise, he actually picks up? 

“Lara?” there was a mix of surprise and irritation in his voice. She could only imagine why. She’d heard Mikasa’s phone buzzing in her pocket a million times. 

“She’s here,” she answered, cutting right to the chase. 

Pause on the other line, “Where?” 

She could hear the cautious relief in his voice and she really did not want to do this to him. 

“Party,” she mumbled. “She’s completely trashed.” 

There was silence on the other line for a few seconds. She heard a sharp inhale and she knew that he was pissed. She didn’t want to be here when he arrived but she couldn’t leave a drunk girl by herself at a party like this. 

“Send me your location. I’m coming.” 

The line went dead and Lara sighed. Mikasa was practically lying down on the floor and it was difficult not to find the whole thing sad. Last life, she was one of the strongest soldiers from Paradis Island. Sure Lara didn’t live long enough to see how it ended but Eren had told her enough. She experienced just enough. 

It was hard to believe what a hot mess she was in this life. 

“Come on,” she sighed. “You’re Mikasa Ackerman. You’re so much more than this…” 

It sounded stupid coming from her mouth. She was the one that knew her the least. 

Mikasa snorted but refused to talk. Fair, very fair. All things considered. 

Lara sat next to her, hugging her knees to her chest. She smiled down at her, “I know what you might think of me and I know all of this is worthless coming from me. I don’t even know if you’ll remember any of this, but you are. Everyone says it and I believe it. But girl, you need to pick yourself up again. Eren won’t give up on you, but he can only do so much. You can’t tell me you’re happy being half conscious at a party where you hardly know anyone?” 

It was official, Lara sucked at pep talks. 

Mikasa looked up, her eyes glazed over. 

“It just helps me forget…” 

Lara didn’t have an answer for that. It was just understandable. She continued to sit next to her and made sure she stayed conscious. 

-

Eren was angrier than a bull when he pulled up to the house. He’d been trying to get a hold of Mikasa all night. They had a small argument earlier and Eren wanted to make it up to her by bringing pizza and her favorite movies. 

Only to find that she wasn’t home. 

She ignored his calls. By the time Lara called, he was halfway to an anxiety attack. 

He was relieved that she was alive but he was pissed. So very, very pissed. She promised him that she would stop. She promised him that she would at least try. More than her though, he was pissed at himself. 

He pushed his way through the crowd of wasted idiots. 

“Hey Jaeger!” someone called out but he didn’t bother looking. He was here to take Mikasa home. That was all. 

He knocked on the bathroom door and he heard some shifting and whispering. He impatiently jiggled the doorknob, only for Lara to open the door. She looked tired and a little sad, if he was being honest. 

But when he saw Mikasa lying on the ground, barely conscious and drunk out of her mind, he wanted to cry. The beautiful center of his entire universe, his love, his home just lay there. He was still pissed but the anger washed away into overwhelming sadness and concern. 

“Is she…?” 

Lara shook her head, “I kept her awake. She needs water and some food though.” 

He crouched down. Her eyes were glassy and when she looked up at him, there was no light whatsoever. It killed him just a little more. 

“Mikasa?” he asked, softly. “Can you hear me?” 

He almost didn’t hear her ‘yeah.’ 

It was too much so he gathered her into his arms. She was frighteningly light. 

He was about to walk out but before he did, he peeked over his shoulder. 

“Thank you.” 

Lara nodded, giving him one of those small smiles, “Take care of her, Jaeger. But take care of yourself too.” 

Whatever that meant. 

He was entirely unconcerned by the looks he was given as he exited the party, Mikasa safely in his arms. 

He pulled out and it was any wonder that he was able to drive because his tears clouded his vision the entire way through.

[yanderecrazysie]

Could you write something with yandere porco with a reader from paradis and he kidanapps her in liberio thanks

I hope this turned out alright, it felt blah

Title: Liberio Liebling

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, heavy spoilers

Summary: Why must he feel this way about an island devil?

The aftermath of the attack on Liberio had left all of the warriors feeling drained and broken. Most of the survivors had lost family and friends and all of them were feeling the loss of prodigy beast titan holder Zeke.

Porco was plagued with something different than the others. Sure, he felt the pain of loss and grief, but there was something else, something he couldn’t tell anyone else. There had been a moment where all of the other soldiers had faded away, leaving one particular soldier in his sights. 

You looked so beautiful with your hair blowing in the wind, suspended in midair with your maneuvering gear. You were ethereal to him, landing so gracefully on the rooftops, your boots barely making a sound. You looked gorgeous in all-black, but he wondered what you’d look like in civilian’s clothes. Like Levi, you wore the wings of freedom cape, which billowed behind you like angel’s wings.

Porco was sure his heart had stopped once he had spotted you for the first time. Even with Eren to fight, his eyes strayed, looking for you. When he was forced to break through the crystal with his teeth, his gaze locked on you.

Your gaze had been so pitying and sad, unable to look away from the terrible sight, even as Lara Tybur was turned into a human smoothie for the dreaded Attack Titan. You showed no hint of victoriousness, just a deep, deep sadness.

You were an island devil, a disgusting, horrible creature since birth. And, yet, despite all of Porco’s loyalty, he couldn’t help but dream about you every night.

His dreams varied, but all were romantic to a fault. Cuddling, dating, marriage, children… he wanted to deny that he wanted these things, but his dreams and daydreams betrayed him.

As awful as it was, he was in love with a devil.

—------------------------------------------------------

Porco waited patiently as the merchant took his money in exchange for a loaf of bread. Something was off- he could feel eyes boring through his back. He turned around suddenly and his eyes went wide as he spotted you.

Your eyes went just as wide and you quickly brought a newspaper to your face. He stared at you, taking in your presence. You wore nice clothing and an Eldian armband, obviously trying to fit in. If you had been any other soldier, he wouldn’t have recognized you.

You were an island devil. You were spying on him and his home. He should be furious, vengeful… but instead he was excited, his heart pounding with anticipation as he approached you.

Your heart pounded too, but for an entirely different reason. You could hear him approaching you in the nearly-empty street. You tried to keep your composure, reminding yourself of your mission. Gather intelligence after the brutal attack on Liberio.

The intensity of his gaze unnerved you, but the fact that his armband was red scared you more. He was probably a titan shifter! He could transform into one of those terrifying titans you had seen months ago and eat you right here and now!

You were supposed to blend in and go unnoticed- after all, you were a low-ranked soldier and no one worthy to note. Yet, here was a warrior, walking towards you with an expression you couldn’t identify.

He stopped in front of you, his low and rough voice asking, “Isn’t it a little late to be reading the news?”

You lowered the newspaper and forced a friendly smile, “Just catching up on current events!” Your voice was supposed to sound cheerful, but it wavered in the middle of your sentence.

He didn’t smile back and a shiver shot up your spine as you finally recognized him from the many pictures you had been shown back in Paradis. This was Porco Galliard, the current holder of the Jaw Titan.

His eyes raked over you almost hungrily, taking in every detail. “You seem familiar,” he said softly, taking a step closer to where you sat on the bench, “Have we met before?”

You tried to think quickly, “Oh, I don’t think so. I just moved here recently.”

Porco’s eyes narrowed, “What’s your name?”

“(Y/n),” the name slipped out of your mouth before you could even think of lying.

“(Y/n),” he repeated, as though he were testing the sound of it on his tongue, “Nice to meet you, I’m Porco.”

He didn’t sound accusatory or angry, so you figured he hadn’t figured out who you were yet. You had to get away before he grew too suspicious, “Nice to meet you too. I should really get going. It’s getting dark.”

Porco’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist firmly, “I think we should talk.”

Your heart stopped, “About what?”

He glanced around the empty square and his voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re from the island, aren’t you?”

You tried to pull your wrist free but his grip tightened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hazel eyes softened, but his grip remained firm, “Don’t lie, I recognized you from the battle. You were there.”

Panic surged through you- your cover was completely blown and you were screwed, “Please, let me go.”

He shook his head slowly, a strange smile curling his lips, “No can do. You’re coming with me.”

He was on you in a flash, covering your mouth and pulling you down a side alley. The sky had darkened and no one was around. He was toned with the strength of a warrior and, despite you being stronger than the average girl, you were still at his mercy.

“Cooperate,” he grunted as you slammed your elbow into his chest, “Or I’ll turn you in as an island devil.”

You went limp in his hold, frustrated and helpless tears leaping to your eyes. This man could transform into a titan and swallow you whole or turn you in and let you be tortured for information, yet he didn’t seem to want to do either, so you reluctantly let him drag you down the streets. He led you to a small house and dragged you inside. It was empty, except for the two of you. 

He released your wrist and you turned on him, asking, “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

Porco didn’t answer, instead moving to a nearby table and picking up the loaf of bread he had bought earlier. He tore it in half and offered it to you. “Eat, you’re probably hungry.”

You stared at him, “You just kidnapped me and you think I’m going to eat?”

He sighed and set the bread down on the table, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to understand.”

“Understand what?” you snorted, “Why I’m here? It’s because I’m a soldier. I’m on a mission.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he said, voice soft, “I need to know why I can’t get you out of my head.”

You blinked in surprise, then asked, “Are you going to let me go or turn me in?”

Porco looked up, a haunted expression on his face, “I really should turn you in, but I can’t.”

Curiosity flooded your mind, “Why not? I don’t understand.”

“I think…” Porco swallowed hard and looked away bashfully, “I think that I love you.”

You made a move for the door and he grabbed your wrist again. When he turned his face back to you, it was serious and hardened. A shudder ran down your spine.

“You’re not leaving. Not under my watch.”

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

✧.*my aot headcanons masterlist✧.*

Reiner Braun - first time dad | wedding | boyfriend | sick | hairstyle | loud cadet drabble

Jean Kirstein - slowburn fanfic | nsfw breeding | sick | husband | boyfriend | first time dad | drunk | ex boyfriend | nsfw alphabet | dilf!jean drabble | younger bf | lipstick drabble | rockstar bf | stalker!jean one shot | levi’s daughter | kidnapped!reader oneshot | you’re drunk | lipstick 2 | blizzard

Armin Arlert - first time dad | husband | boyfriend | sick | stoner | hairstyle | NSFW transfem!reader oneshot

Erwin Smith - wedding | boyfriend | scout drabble

Eren Jaeger - sick | husband | boyfriend | first time dad

Zeke Jaeger - boyfriend | hairstyle

Levi Ackerman - wedding | boyfriend | ex boyfriend | ex-husband | lawyer | roommate

Connie Springer - boyfriend | loud cadet drabble

Annie Leonheart - girlfriend | drunk

Mikasa Ackerman - girlfriend | drunk

Sasha Braus - girlfriend

Ymir - girlfriend | drunk

Historia Reiss - girlfriend

Pieck Finger - girlfriend | ideal woman

Porco Galliard - sick

Mixed Boys Only - gamer | nsfw period sex | kissed for a dare | coparenting | cadet glow up | your song | rejection | rejection wlw | mute reader | coming out mlm | SFW bimbo | NSFW brazilian | asthma | same personality | new cadet | rumor | friends with benefits | you want to drive

Mixed Girls Only- proposal | glow up |

Mix - scary movies | your ideal type isn’t them | cigarettes | you cheated on them | random hc | allergies | home screen | excited & exhausted

[sundew199]

Mutual Relief

a/n: phew, haven't written gallirei in a while, felt good to write them again

tags: reiner x porco, gallirei, size!kink, top!reiner braun, bottom!porco galliard, anal!sex, anal!fingering, oral sex, size difference

kinktober day 14 for anon: size!kink

!!minors dni!!

Orange hues with shades of purple and pink painted the sky, seeping through the thin curtain on the window the room. Reiner stood in the center, hands shoved in his pockets waiting for someone to enter, rocking forward and back on his heels with impatience.

Heated words led to this encounter that had yet to begin, an exchange of jabs and empty challenges that fueled the ego of him and the other. In any other circumstance this wouldn't be happening, but Reiner was over trying to decipher the meaning behind why things happened.

"I hope you plan on holding up your end of the deal Braun."

Gruff demanding words pulled Reiner to find their source, watching as Porco entered the room, swiftly locking the door and starting to shuck off his green bomber jacket, leaving his fairly toned arms on display. Reiner rolled his eyes, exhaling the breath through his nose as an answer to the question thrown at him.

"As long as if I can expect the same from you Galliard."

A snort was returned, another nonverbal answer to a question that was asked, something very usual for the two of them. Reiner turned fully to face him, eyeing the shorter man up and down and wondering how this would go down. Who would do what, and who would get the most out of this.

All of this started when Porco paid a visit to his office, demanding to know what the strategies and plans were for their next mission departure out to Fort Slava. Reiner rarely indulged the antics of the younger man, but today he felt like it, informing Porco to go bother Zeke rather than him for once. But Porco had already tried that and met no success, going down the chain of command. Truthfully, Reiner was already irritated before he walked in, and all the other titan shifter did was fuel the irritation, prompting the comment of 'needing to get laid.'

Which Reiner shot back with 'I could say the same about you.' and thus the back and forth between them began, eventually Porco blurting out for him to just fuck him and get it over with and Reiner taking it seriously. Porco went back on his statement quickly, turning red and embarrassed and Reiner finding some satisfaction in that, asking what he expected when asking such a thing. Of course the younger beat around the bush and didn't give his superior an answer, trying to grill him with questions as well. But Reiner was unfazed by it all, inwardly admitting his small crush on Porco had grown, but knowing it wouldn't bring him any good if he acted on it, for certain reasons obviously. Though Reiner could see the want in the other's eyes after the initial conversation calmed down a bit, the feelings he'd been adamantly denying for however long at this point. Leading them to agree to relieve each other's stress and never talk about it again. Maybe.

Porco stood in front of Reiner in the center of the room, tilting his head back just enough to meet the golden eyes that looked ethereal as the glow of the setting sun caught them. It was hard to admit that Reiner was an attractive man, putting aside what went down in Paradis, there was just no way that the puny whiny boy in the warrior program was taller and bigger than him now, so much bigger.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Snarking to the other man, almost regretting it when Reiner huffed while throwing off the tan overcoat and walking Porco back into the wall, pressing him there with his chest, keeping his lips a movement away from his. Reiner's cunning smirk momentarily confused Porco, swearing the man was only capable of expressing sorrow and pity, but not complaining in the slightest. Reiner kept him to the wall as he rolled up the sleeves to his white button up, fixing one palm on the wall beside his head and the other working open the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Do I need one?"

Something hot ignited in Poroc's gut at the low rasp in the blonde voice, the eagerness similar to that of a predator corning their prey. He swallowed, shaking his head as a response and listening to the low hum crawling up Braun's throat.

Without another word, Porco gripped the open sides of Reiner's shirt and smashed him into a kiss, all teeth and tongue, resulting his Reiner's body slamming him back into the wall as a warning. The further realization that Reiner really was bigger than him was setting in, he could easily throw his own weight around if he wanted to, and oddly enough that was arousing.

"Have you done anything like this before?"

The question oddly annoyed Porco, because of course he's experienced, he's not a virgin. But Reiner could tell he took the question incorrectly, the annoyance pinched into his brow and pulling a chuckle from the blonde.

"With a guy Pock."

"Don't call me that." Hissing back, letting out a breath and tipping his head back to hit the wall, gathering a proper answer to give to the other. "And no."

A low amused hum echoed outside of Porco's ear, Reiner leaning in close to the side of his face, letting his breath fan over the heated skin. "In that case, do you want me to lead? Are you comfortable with that?"

Surprisingly, Braun sounded sincere with his offer, not as domineering and brash as he had been at times since returning from Paradis. Porco pushed him back a bit to look at his face, breathlessly nodding and watching the soft eyes of the blonde flood with lust instantly at his answer.

Hands much larger than his gripped at his waist, replanting him against the wall with a desperate force, undoing his belt and letting it hang open as he surprised the younger with a kiss. It wasn't sweet or soft, but it wasn't bruising or forceful like the first, long and deep with want and need mingling between the flesh. Porco tried not whine, but failed when a hand from his hip slipped to caress the back of his neck, rather endearingly. Braun's touch was so contrasting, like his own hands couldn't make up their mind on how they wanted to handle him.

Reaching for Reiner's belt to even the playing field, the remaining hand on his hips prevented him at the wrist, squeezing with enough force to get his point across but not too harsh to want to rip it away. Porco met his eyes when he pulled away, watched his broad chest heave with breaths, mirroring the ones he was inhaling as well.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Christ Braun we're not lovers-"

"I asked if you wanted me to lead and you said yes, so let me."

Reminding Porco harsher than expected, irritation present in his tone with the rush from the other. Lovers or not, Reiner wasn't a brute that took what he wanted and Porco didn't exactly understand the preparation it took to bedding a man, obviously. With pinched brows, Porco conceded, letting the urge to hurry things along dissipate as Reiner untucked his shier all the way, undoing the remaining buttons.

Gods it was unfair the physique this man was blessed with, carved and sculpted by Ymir herself it seemed with the toned arms and chest, the hardened muscle that cascaded down his torso, wondering if Braun's body allowed him to hold the experience he did.

Wordlessly, Reiner instructed Porco to strip, not wanting to take another chance of resistance from him by doing it for him, stepping back while pulling his belt from the loops to toss to the floor.

Porco tried to avert his eyes as the white tee he wore came over his head, eyeing the way Reiner casually undressed as if he weren't there. They've been naked around each other before, but not like this and not with such a clear view either, intimidating almost.

Before Porco could even properly step out of his pants, Reiner was taking him by the shoulders and tossing him onto the bed, a renewed confidence in his actions. Porco grunted, trying to sit up on his elbows but was instantly pushed back down by Reiner's lips meeting his and pressing his body closer to his. Porco knew if he continued to push back on Reiner's guidance, he wouldn't find the enjoyment or relief he sought prompting this encounter to begin with, slowly caving the closer his head got to the single pillow below him.

Each kiss alternated between slow and hurried, like the hunger in either them couldn't quite be quelled all the way no matter how much they reached for each other. The breaths released into their mouths was hot and arousing, and with Reiner's crotch teasingly hovering over his, the yearning for friction grew impossible to ignore.

"I get easing into things but I'm about to lose it if you don't do something other than kiss me jackass."

Muttering into the mouth above him, unclenching his fist from his side, nearly letting it roam up with toned arm just off to the side of his face.

Reiner laughed, pulling away finally and reaching his hand down to palm the half erection sheathed by the only reaming article of clothing on Porco, smirking like the smug bastard he was seeing the younger's eyes roll back into his head from a simple touch.

"Like this?"

"Uh huh - shit."

He couldn't help but laugh softly, his own dick twitching with excitement and building with arousal as he palmed and stroked over the clothed erection. Reiner hummed approvingly, dipping his face down beneath Galliard's jaw to mouth at his jugular, sucking the flesh into his mouth and soothing it with a swipe of his tongue, working his way down slowly just above his collarbone. Porco was sighing delightfully to the sinful mouth doing the simplest of actions, skin prickling with anticipation and arousal, needing more that what he was receiving.

Much to his dismay, Braun's hand moved away from his now throbbing erection, moving further down his body, dragging the tip of his hooked nose between his pectorals and stopping to meet his eyes.

Porco felt in uptake in his heart beat, like the gaze of god was on him and looking directly into his soul. He tried not to let it show but knew he failed when Braun laughed against his sternum, brushing a kiss over his skin and moving his attention to the left. Already so overtaken by bliss, Porco hadn't expected the tip of the blondes tongue to flick over his nipple so teasingly, wasting no time in doing it again. A groan or two slipped out and he didn't care at this point, giving in to full enjoyment of the pleasure Reiner was offering.

Eventually, Reiner sucked the dusty red nipple into his mouth, sneaking in nips with his teeth and swirls of his tongue, feeling the man below lose his mind over the simplest touch. It was enjoyable to see the hardheaded cocky Porco Galliard writhe and moan to his mouth, but not in a rivalry sort of way. Deep down Reiner cared about Porco and he was glad to bring him to be this comfortable for a one time thing.

All his senses continued to dull the longer Braun's hot mouth remained on his chest, his thick fingers tweaking and pulling the neglected nipple not doing much to help either, knowing fully well he was leaking underneath his briefs.

Reiner eventually pulled away, leaving the buds swollen and red, sitting back on his feet, pushing his hair back and looking down between Porco's legs. And it was as if Galliard could read his mind with the way he started to pull them down, helping him and tossing them over to the side, revealing himself fully to him now. It was hard not to pleasely sigh at the sight of his angry aching cock, looking so neglected and in need of attention.

Not saying anything, reaching over to the bedside table, Reiner dug around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for, revealing the vial of clear liquid that had the younger's brow arching with confusion.

"What's that?"

"Lubrication."

"For what?"

Try as he might not to laugh, Reiner couldn't help it, popping the lid open. "What do you think Porco?"

Now he felt demeaned and looked down upon, sitting up with a scowl. "That's why I'm asking, I don't know."

"It's to make it easier for penetration, since neither of us are women..." Trailing off in hopes that Porco would be able to figure out the rest without his further explanation. And he did with the instant wipe of his scowl with realization, letting out a silent 'oh' and nodding timidly.

Scooting further down the bed until he lay almost flat, Reiner brought a leg to rest over his shoulder, holding it there when he began to feel Porco pull it away, flitting his eyes up to see the blatant anxiety on his face. Understandable on his end, having never done this before, so Reiner let began to gently caress his knee.

"Do you trust me?"

Porco didn't answer right away, because yes he did trust Braun even if he liked to act otherwise, this was just all so new and he didn't like uncertainties that came with trying something new and out of his comfort zone but he would trust Braun in this.

"Yea,"

A nod was all that came from the blonde, moving the leg back over his shoulder all the way and dragging his lips down his inner thigh, pressing soft teasing kisses along the way. Porco shivered with each one, resisting the urge to arch his back and bend to the touch of the other. Reiner eventually hummed into the junction of his thigh, the scruff of his cheek barely brushing along the shaft of Galliard's cock, earning a hitch in his breath.

"Just try and stay relaxed for me, alright?"

Suddenly hearing the instructions, peaking an eye open to see the blonde, tipping the vial of clear liquid over two of his fingers, sort of having an idea of what was coming next. Porco nodded, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip and forcing himself to relax, waiting for the initial touch.

It shouldn't have shocked him how cold the fingers might be, but it did, whining as one of the circled around his hole tentatively. Braun continued to kiss both of his inner thighs as he circled and massaged between his legs, offering distraction from what his initial goal of being down there was, aiding Porco just a little.

The press of the circling finger had him immediately tensing, even after the instruction to relax, it couldn't be helped as it was an instinct. Braun sighed, breath cascading over the damp skin where his lips had been, moving to hover over Porco again but keeping his hand down between this legs.

"Relax, baby."

Porco's upper lip curled at the pet name that rolled off his tongue so easily and seeing the enjoyment that the blonde got from that, using it as his opening to press the tip of his finger inside him. Porco's mouth instantly fell open, beginnings of some noise coming forth but silenced by Braun smashing a kiss into him. Reluctantly he accepted the kiss, knowing it was to distract him and keep him relaxed, loosening the tension in his body and kissing the blonde back. Reiner hummed and languidly moved his lips with Galliard, carefully easing more of his lubed finger inside him until he was down to the last knuckle. He kept it there so Galliard could adjust, eagerly making out with him for a time until drawing it back out.

"Fuck I-" Words dying on his lips as Braun pushed his finger in and out, slowly, stretching him out at an almost maddening pace.

"Feel good?"

"Sort of, I don't know-"

Tipping his head down for one last kiss, Reiner moved down his body again, but stopping right where Galliard cock lay flat against his stomach, leaking pre. Knowing this would better keep the younger's mind off of his moving finger, instead of peppering his inner thighs in kisses, Reiner engulfed the head of his cock without warning, slapping his free hand to Porco's hip when he rose off the bed.

Writhing and arching would've made him feel pathetic if he didn't feel so good at the moment, Braun's warm mouth sucking down his cock in time with his finger. Shit, every part of this man was fucking huge, he could only imagine how big his dick was going to be. Fuck, would he even be able to take it? Didn't matter, parts of him wanted to be split open by the bigger man.

Whining when the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Braun's throat, Porco threaded his hand into the thick blonde hair on his head, debating if he should hold him there or just hold on for stability. Reiner hummed amusingly when he felt the hand, vibrations pulling another moan from Porco and a prime opportunity to work a second finger inside.

"Jesus fuck!"

Ultimately pulling his hand away from Braun's hair and digging the heel of his palms into his eyes, stifling the whimper of the abundance of stimulation he was experiencing. Now it was starting to feel good, the warmth of his mouth and steady pump of his fingers inflaming the lust simmering in his gut, running hot through his veins and bringing forth a sort of greediness.

Coming off with a pop, Reiner smiled smugly seeing Galliard lost in the throes of pleasure, deciding to scissor and pump his two thick fingers faster. And it was a stroke of luck sort of, not expecting the debauched moan that came from the other at the sudden change of pace, witnessing his enjoyment for the prep of what was to come.

After eventually adding a third finger and doing enough prep, Reiner pulled his fingers out and finally discarded his own briefs, watching Galliards eyes widen at the sight of his cock.

"Fuck you're big, shit."

"Hm I guess, but you should be fine." Responding sort of nonchalantly, massaging the clear liquid from the vial onto his dick, pumping himself absentmindedly as Porco watched.

With one hand holding himself at the base, the other planted beside Galliard's head, face to face where their noses almost touched. Slowly, he pressed the tip to the prepped hole, sucking in a sharp breath at the taste of how tight Galliard was going to be. Shit maybe he should've prepped him more, Porco noticeably smaller than him and yet that turned him on as he thought about it.

Taking in another deep breath, Reiner pushed his hips forward slowly until he was past the tight ring of muscle, holding himself there for a moment. Porco might as well have had the air knocked out of with with the way his nails dug into his shoulder and his breathing all but stopped, eventually taking down rapid sucks of air as he adjusted around Reiner. Even after all that prep, the sting lingered and outweighed the pleasure, making it hard to find the strength to give Reiner the go ahead to start moving.

"It'll feel better once I move, I'll go slow." Sighing into Galliard's cheek, pushing more of himself inside until bottoming out, pulling his hips back not even after a second and pushing them back in, over and over as slow as he could.

The more he moved, the more the tension and burn faded away, releasing his nails that dug into Braun's flesh, letting them fall to his side. Relaxing even further gave the signal for Reiner to pick up the pace, breathing heavy and hard from above and biting down on his bottom lip.

"Fuck you're so tight, feel so good."

Breathlessly confessing, pulling a moan from Porco and not even questioning why his words swirled the heat in his gut, prompting him to pull the blonde down for a kiss. Reiner groaned into, gripping the younger's hip and snapping his hips a bit faster. He couldn't help himself, he was so tight and warm, squeezing the life out of him and he could admit to himself that it was addicting. Porco gasped and whined into each kiss, digging his hand into the back of Braun's hair, tugging with each thrust and urging him to fuck into faster.

Braun was stretching him out so good, that stupid fat cock performing wonders for the lack of action on his end and wondering if maybe he could convince the blonde to do this again, form a little agreement. I mean shit, Porco wouldn't mind, and he didn't think anyone else that got fucked by him did either.

"Faster, stop holding out on me." Demanding unexpectedly, breaking the kiss and raising his hips off the bed to meet Reiner's.

"Fucking eager huh?" Smirking down at him, snapping his hips with the force to move Galliard's entire body. Porco met him with a laugh, like it were now a challenge and he wouldn't pass that up.

Suddenly, Reiner pulled out and easily flipped Porco over onto his stomach, surprising the younger and almost turning around to ask what the hell he was doing.

"Arch."

"Hell no! I'm not-"

"You want me to fuck you faster or not?" Deadpanning back like it were obvious and not caring what the other may think about said position.

Rolling his eyes, Porco moved onto his knees holding himself up by his elbows. Reiner smirked, smacking his palm over his ass and brought him back until he almost pressed into him. Without warning, Reiner thrusted inside, keeping his hips flush with Galliard's and letting out a deep approving groan.

Pressing himself to his back, Reiner sneaked a hand around to his jaw, cupping it and turning it to face him. "If it gets to be too much, pinch my thigh or tell me to stop."

Completely wordless from the sudden unannounced thrust back into him, Porco nodded, slack jawed and fucked out back to Reiner, hearing his deep laugh that sent chills down his spine.

Spreading his ass cheeks apart, Reiner pulled out slowly, groaning at how Porco tried to suck him back in, how greedy he was being. With no build up, Reiner started a quick pace, skin smacking on skin with the speed and force of his thrusts. Porco twisted and clenched onto the sheets of the bed, muffling his whines and moans as he pressed his face into the mattress.

Every thrust felt deeper and deeper, stretched him out even further and made all of this feel like he was walking on clouds of ecstasy. It wasn't until Reiner hit a certain spot deep inside him that had him shooting up with pleasure and confusion, wondering why that particular thrust felt so good.

"M'right there yea?" Came the smug response that sounded like an answer, already knowing he hit Galliard's prostate and knew if he continued he'd be coming on his cock.

"Fuck yea - again, gods that felt good." Mewling back at Braun, digging his own hands into his hair and taking each thrust that was being given.

Reiner didn't stop, aimed for that spot repeatedly until he felt his own orgasm approaching, hoping it were the same for Galliard. His fingers formed divots into his hips, gripping onto his supple flesh and admiring how good the younger looked right now. He was taking him so well and god he could get used to this if it were something Galliard were up for.

"You close?" Asking directly into his ear after leaning over him and pressing his chest to his back, taking a hold of his aching cock into his hands.

"Uh huh." Barely a response he could make out from how slurred Galliard's words were when responding, inflating his ego in being able to reduce him to this state.

Gently, Reiner pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving his hand up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts, furiously working both of them to an orgasm. Reiner grunted at the same time Porco groaned, a sudden warmth coming in contact with his hand, instantly sending him over the edge and spilling himself inside Galliard.

Neither of them moved from their positions, sweaty and dazed from the combined heat and lust filling the room. Reiner eventually found the strength to pull out, releasing Galliard's softening cock and flopping back onto the bed. Porco let his knees buckle, falling into the bed as well, groaning into the sheets.

Eventually Reiner shuffled to the small bathroom attached to his room and returned with a rag, flipping Porco over easily and swiping it down over his lower body, and doing the same to himself.

"Give me a minute and I'll go."

Almost missing the mutter of words from where he stood at his dresser, pulling a fresh pair of briefs on and grabbing some for Galliard.

"Not gonna kick you out, days pretty much over anyway." Responding back with a small smile that was out of view from the other, not minding if Porco decided to stay or not.

"Alright, I'm taking a nap then." Catching the fresh pair of briefs from Reiner and tucking them into his arm as he turned onto the side in the bed, giving the blonde a little smirk that could mean anything or nothing at all.

It was Reiner's turn to roll his eyes, letting the man sleep in his bed for the time being, grabbing his discarded pants by the wall and fishing for the box of cigarette he stole from Zeke, slipping one between his lips. He flopped down onto the side where Porco wasn't, bringing the lighter to the end of the cigarette and quickly inhaling the nicotine as soon as he could.

Thinking he was asleep, Porco startled Reiner when he flipped over, holding out two fingers. Reiner scoffed and passed the cigarette to him and took it back once Porco took a puff. There wasn't much to be said between them, unexpectedly enjoying the stillness of the quiet and the other's presence, sharing a cigarette together in the post-coital bliss.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Attack On Titan

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

[Eren Yeager||Attack Titan||War Hammer Titan||Founding Titan]

[blurbs]

*#Situationship w/ plug!eren

#Roommate!plug!eren(16+)

[Armin Arlert||Colossal Titan]

[Mikasa Ackerman]

[Sasha Braus]

[Historia Reiss]

[Jean Kirstein]

[Erwin Smith]

[Levi Ackerman]

[Zeke Yeager||Beast Titan]

[Reiner Braun||Armored Titan]

[blurbs]

#Reiner as a bf(16+)

*#Doggy style w/ Reiner

[One-shots]

*God

[Porco Galliard||Jaw Titan]

[Bertholt Hoover||Colossal Titan]

[Ymir||Jaw Titan]

[Annie Leonhart||Female Titan]

[Pieck Finger||Cart Titan]

[headcanons]

#Being in a relationship w/ pieck

[one-shots]

!#Still Time

[kodydrs]

you want some - porco galliard

a/n: I LIVE!! ok. Attack on titan has my heart, and I literally wrote this when I was about 14 and saw Galliard in the manga, but this is the like, new and improved version. in this, all the scouts are spiders, and idk why. but i head-canon that eren would have spitting spider like abilities, and levi would be a camel spider bc they’re known the cut through their prey. i hope everyone has a nice day and why not reply / reblog, or send in an ask or request.

warnings: venom!porco x spider!reader, porco x fem!reader, reader has invisibility powers, and her mask consists of his pupils disappearing, spiderinamn au, kirstein!reader, have a nice day, not proofread. I am drunk and high when i write this

request: yes / no

ib: none

‘You find anything?’ Jean asked, dangling from his web. You swung between the buildings, sticking to one to reply.

‘Nothing useful. There’s just a bunch of old debris from that attack years ago. Still no life or anything.’ You could hear your brother grumble, the noise muffled by his mask, but the annoyance still filtering through.

‘I could’ve sworn this was the way Zeke went. Damnit.’ You stood in silence as he argued with himself.

‘Oi. There’s no point getting worked up. Just keep searching. I’ll go check Liberio , then meet you back here in 30 minutes.’

‘Yeah whatever.’ You rolled your eyes. If Jean was good at anything, it was complaining. He watched as you slowly blended into the environment, making the most of your chameleon-like ability.

‘You need to stop acting like such a baby.’

‘Like you can talk.’ When there was no reply, Jean realised you’d already taken your leave. ‘Stupid.’

‘Have you seen anything?’ Armin asked through a small earpiece.

‘Not yet. But I doubt anything is here. It looks so deserted.’

‘Sounds just like your territory.’ Jean teased from his own position. ‘Do a ground search. There’s only so much we can see from the air.’

Usually you’d ignore his ideas, but this one wasn’t bad. Detaching your web, you lowered yourself to the ground, careful not to get caught in the torn up main street. You were right in your assumption. The place was completely deserted, mind a few pests here and there. The only noise was the soft buzz of a store light.

‘Hey Armin. What’s this place’s yearly power use?’ There was a loud crackling noise from the earpiece, followed by silence. ‘Armin? Jean? Either of you there.’ Again, nothing but crackling. ‘Shit. I lost reception.’

You did a scan of the remains of buildings lining the main street, and shot a web towards an only stone one.

Most of the buildings were in a rough state, very few having windows, and even fewer having all 4 walls intact. One thing that did stick out though was that random buildings had lights on, illuminating the street.

‘Why would there be lights on in an abandoned city?’ You thought. Your thoughts were interrupted by a high frequency from the mic.

‘Y/n!’ Armin suddenly shouted.

‘Hey! Why’d you have to shou-‘

‘You need to get out of there right now! Something big is-‘

The mic cut out before he could finish.

‘Hello. Armin. Come in. Something big is what?’ With no reply, you lifted yourself to the top of a building, trying to reconnect. ‘Armin? Hello?!’ With no reply, which meant no signal, you were practically alone. Well, you thought.

The dumpster thrown at you gave him away.

Narrowly dodging the flying rubbish container, you looked in its direction. Nothing. Only the empty alleyway.

‘I know you’re there!’ You shout, hiding in your surroundings. ‘Otherwise, I wasn’t aware Shiga had flying objects.’ When there was no reply, you frowned. Crawling to the edge of the building, you looked down, finding nothing. ‘Damnit.’

As you go to stand, your earpiece crackles once more. ‘-ehind yo-‘ Armin howled before you’re suddenly pushed into the concrete.

‘Shit.’ You think, trying your best to get up, only to have your arms pinned down by a gooey black substance.

‘Don’t even try.’ A raspy voice above you whispers. ‘Nothing gets out of this. Not even spiders.’ You felt a hand grip your head, turning it to look up, and you came face to face with 2 large white eyes, surrounded by the same stuff as what had you trapped.

‘What are you?’ You stammer, trying to keep your confidence. It laughs. An evil laugh.

‘We are Venom.’

‘We? Th-There’s more of you.’

‘Relax.’ This time, the voice is different. Instead of deep and raspy, the creature had a softer voice, with a more comfortable tone. ‘There’s only 2 of us. And I'm a human, just like you.’

You watched as the goo melted away, revealing the face of a man. A man with a strong jaw, but soft eyes. An undeniable attractive face, but you couldn’t say that, even if you wanted to. This guy had been decided as a villain the minute you were attacked. You watched as he stepped out of ‘Venom’, coming closer to you. As well as an attractive face, he was also quite tall. Or, taller than you at least.

‘So, what’s a pretty lady like yourself doing in my home?’ He asked. You still frowning, moving to attack him, but being restrained by Venom. ‘Come on. It’s an easy question. You can’t have wanted anything valuable. There’s nothing here.’

‘Who are you?’ If you couldn’t escape, you’d get as much info as you could before someone else arrived.

‘Who am I? Well, I’m glad you asked. Porco Galliard. And you’ve met Venom.’

‘Unwillingly, but… yes.’ Venom didn’t seem to talk your comment so nicely, pulling your arms in opposite directions. It felt like the symbiote was trying to tear you in half. ‘Ah shit.’

‘Hey. Venom. Quit it.’ Porco said, turning to him.

‘Oh please. Let me tear the spider apart. What’s the point in having her around? Her friends will be here soon.’

‘I’m aware of that, but it doesn’t matter. God. You have terrible people skills.’ If Venom had pupils, you guessed he probably would’ve rolled them. ‘In fact, let her go. What kind of person holds a guest down like that?’ You sighed when the squeeze on your body subsided, and you were able to stand. For a second, you thought about going camo again, but if they’d caught you the first time, what was stopping them from catching you again.

‘Don’t try.’ Porco interrupted your train of thought.

‘What?’

‘You’ve seen him now. He’ll find you.’

You stare at the symbiote for a moment, then move to the blonde's eyes. You felt sympathetic for them both. They were stuck in this shitty city. You were only a visitor. Or, a hostage depending on how you looked at it.

‘So what am I meant to do? Wait here for the rest of my life?’ You ask, tightening the grip on your fists.

‘Well that’s an option-‘

‘No, its not!’ Venom cut in. ‘She’s seen me. I get to eat her now. That was the deal.’

‘No. That’s with bad guys. She isn’t a bad guy.’

‘She’s a spider!’

As the 2 argued, Jean’s voice finally reached a signal.

‘2 minutes. I’m nearly in Liberio now.’

‘Please hurry.’ You whisper.

‘What?’

Looking back at the 2 in front of you, you find 4 narrowed eyes.

‘Oh come on. Look, you’ve scared her now. This is why you need better social skills.’

Opting to not come between the 2 bickering, you shot a web at the next closest building, dragging yourself back. You heard a faint ‘hey’ followed by the sound of walls being grasped, but you don’t look back to see what it is exactly. You had a pretty sure idea, and looking back would slow you down. For now, all you had to focus on was getting out of Liberio. And seeing your brother in the distance was your first sign of luck.

‘I’m perfectly fine, Hange.’ You informed, phone being held to your ear by your shoulder. ‘I wouldn’t even count it as an attack. The guys just wanted to talk.’

Hange Zoe is the Captain of the current Spider-People. It wouldn’t exactly be called an organisation, but they’d found that recent, there was more Spiders than ever. Why exactly, they didn’t know. But regardless, Hange wanted to make sure there was a place for them.

‘Even if you think you’re perfectly fine, you may not be. Come around so we can get someone to check. I don’t care who, as long as it isn’t you or Jean. Preferably, I’d like Armin to check.’

‘I’m not getting anybody to check.’ You argued, storming around your kitchen. ‘If I was dying right now, then I’d be… well… dying.’

You could hear Hange sigh on the other end of the call.

‘Spider’s aren’t invincible, my dear. You of all people should know that-‘

‘And I do! I just…’ Now it was your turn to sigh, dropping your mug and holding your phone properly. ‘I’m fine, Hange. I’ll get Armin to check over me tomorrow. I’m just tired is all.’

The line went silent, the only indication they hadn’t hung up being that the call was still active.

‘First thing tomorrow, get Armin to do a check over. Get some sleep. We’ll take tomorrow.’

They hung up and you stared at the screen for a moment.

All spiders had a canon event of some sort. You could barely call yours recent, and it happened to a lot of spiders at the same time, but a large-scale earthquake in your home town 8 years ago, and watching a 50 metre building come down on your parents did the trick. Did the trick for you and your brother.

You wipe your hands over your face and groan. It’d been a long day.

The pizza that’s been sitting in your fridge for almost a week was practically screaming at you the minute you opened the door. You chucked it on the counter and thought about heating it up for about a second, deciding cold pizza is superior.

‘So you have (eye/colour) eyes?’

You’re blending into the wall and shooting webs before you actually see who the person is.

‘How on earth did you-‘

‘We followed you.’ Venom admits, coming awfully close to your face. ‘We figured it’d be easier to eat you when you’re alone.’

‘He figured that.’ Porco adds. ‘But yes. We followed you.’

You’re clinging to a cupboard door, looking around for ways to get to your apartment door when your phone starts ringing.

‘Shit. Jean.’ You mentally curse.

‘Venom. Back up. Let her answer it.’

You stare at Porco, slowly revealing yourself, and he laughs at the way you’re gripping the cupboard. But he nods towards the phone, mouthing a “pick it up”.

With shaking hands, you take your phone and bring it to your ear.

‘Hey.’ You say.

‘Hey. Hange just texted saying you refused to do a check up. Are you all goods?’

‘Y-yeah. I’m fine. Just tired and a little shaken after today.’ As you’re speaking, you don’t take your eyes off the blonde standing in your apartment, seeing him smirk but obviously listen to your call.

‘Do you want me to come around?’ Porco’s grin melts away instantly, and he shakes his head. The decision was really up to you.

You could’ve said yes. You could’ve gotten your brother to come to your apartment, and both Porco & Venom may have left straight away, but something in you does the opposite.

‘No. But thank you. I’m probably going to have dinner then go to sleep. I’m going to see Armin tomorrow for a check up anyway.’

‘You sure? Ok then. Make sure to look after yourself, Y/n. Call me if you need anything.’

‘Yep. Tell Marco I say hi.’ You ended the call, and watched Porco’s look of surprise as you climbed down from the shelves. ‘You happy?’

Neither he nor Venom speak, and you think for a moment that you’re imagining them there. Until you shoot a web at him to make sure and it sticks to his face, sending him into a fit of trying to get it off.

‘Ok, you are actually here.’

‘Of course, I’m actually here.’ He whines, shaking the webs off him. If he hadn’t broken into your apartment. you might’ve laughed at him, but the circumstances were different. With a bit of your fear dispersing after his reaction, you go back to your pizza, taking a slice of it.

‘You want some?’ You ask, mouth half full. Venom frantically nods, and you smile a little bit. ‘Pizza fan?’

‘He’s a fan of anything with meat on it.’ Porco informs, getting the last of the web away. ‘Just throw it and he’ll grab it.’

You do as told and watch as Venom contorts to catch the food. Your smile stays, and you offer Galliard a piece, but he declines.

‘So why did you follow me?’ You ask casually.

Porco seems to freeze, trying to think of an excuse but Venom chimes in.

‘He thought you were hot. And he never gets any girls in Liberio.’

‘That’s only because there’s no one in Liberio!’

You’re slightly taken back by the confession, but you burst into a fit of laughs. ‘Hey. What’s so funny?’

‘You followed me this far just because of that?’

‘W-Well, like I said, we never get any girls in Liberio, so I think it’s justified.’

You nearly took yourself out laughing so hard. Tears were in your eyes as you fell onto your kitchen floor, clutching your stomach for life. Porco just glared down at you, a dark red tint on his face.

‘I could kill you right now and you’re laughing at me!’

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just too funny.’ You apologise, attempting to stand but falling into another fit of laughter.

Venom grinned at Porco, and Porco just flipped him off.

When you calmed down, you breathed deeply, too exhausted to stand up.

‘Jokes aside, that is really sweet, I guess.’ You pat the spot next to you, and Porco hesitates but takes it. ‘If you hadn’t tried to kill me, that is.’

‘I wouldn’t call it trying to kill you.’ He reasons. ‘More like-‘

‘A shit attempt at flirting.’

‘Will you fuck off?!’

Venom melts into the blond’s back, and it disgusts you at first, but then realise that it could be worse.

A blanket of silence covers the kitchen, you both just staring into space when there’s a knock at your door.

‘Shit.’ You curse, jumping to your feet to answer. ‘Armin?’

‘Y-Yeah. Jean told me you needed a check-in after that thing attacked you.’

‘Yeah, but I was gonna do it tomorrow…’ You only realise then that that thing was sitting in your kitchen. ‘If that’s alright.’

‘It’s probably better to do now, if you don’t mind. I promise it’ll be quick. I just need to do a blood test, then check for any visible wounds or bruises.’

‘Uh. Yep.’ The ‘p’ is stretched out as you open the door, allowing your friend to come in. The minute he’s in, you basically sprint around to check your kitchen. It’s empty.

‘Everything ok, Y/n? You seem on edge.’ Armin asks, sitting up a blood bag.

‘Yeah. Yep. Just fine.’ You answer, rubbing your face again. ‘Do you want some pizza?’

‘As you all know, the festival goes from the main street to the subway. Your job today is to stay on the lookout for anything dodgy, or anything that could harm the mayor and her wife.’ Levi told, looking over the spiders standing in front of him. ‘You are not to engage unless you are certain they are in danger. If you are certain, then you are to report immediately, and keep casualties to a minimum. Understood?’

‘Yes, sir.’

The festival was to celebrate 10 years since the earthquake, and to commemorate those that didn’t make it. The mayor, Historia Reiss, and her wife, Ymir Reiss would give a speech, showing respect for each victim, before travelling around the city to orphanages were children whose parents died were welcomed. Unknown to the public, Ymir Reiss was in fact a Spider, which meant that on days such as the festival, it wasn’t hard for the couple to get that extra bit of protection..

‘How are we meant to know if something is the right level of dodgy?’ Connie asked over the comms-device. ‘I mean, some of us might think that people surrounding the place in pairs is dodgy. We probably look like a damn cult.’

‘Just anything out of the ordinary, I guess.’ Jean replied. ‘Although, a bald guy and a chick stuffing her face is pretty peculiar.’

You all heard Connie send a string of curses are your brother, but you just laughed under your breath.

The event was generally pretty safe. Everyone lost someone, some more than others, so everyone was more of less on the same page about the festival.

‘How did you 2 get stuck together?’ Eren asked, looking at the duo through the crowd. ‘And how come I got stuck with Horseface? Why am I even a pair?’

‘Just focus on the mission, please.’ With Levi’s command, the comms fell quiet.

The day was nearly over, and so far nothing bad had happened. The odd protester here and there, but police were able to deal with them without you needing to step in.

‘All good on my end.’ You checked in. Everyone else replied in the same state. ‘Pretty good year if you ask me.’

‘Nah. Some drunk asked how one of Santa’s elves escaped’ Connie screamed. ‘And then he had the audacity to start singing carols to try lure me in.’

‘Suck it up, Connie.’ You could practically hear Connie fighting the urge to reply, but fighting the Captain seemed to weigh out that option.

‘Hey guys. I got something down the end of the main street.’ Armin reported. ‘I think it’s dormant for now, but I might need someone down there soon.’

‘I’ve got it.’ You replied, slowly pushing your way through the crowd. ‘Can you tell me what it is exactly?’

‘It’s like a black goo.’

You stopped in your tracks, frowning.

‘Come again?’

‘A black goo?’

‘I’ve got a visual.’ Eren added. ‘Definitely ain’t dormant.’

‘Do you need back up?’

‘I might in a minute.’ Without further discussion, Eren decided this was dodgy enough to engage, throwing his mask on and swinging into action.

The minute he moved, the symbiote threw himself off the building, shattering the windows as he propelled towards the spider. Eren grunted when he came into contact, goo covering his arms and immobilising him.

‘Shit.’ He cursed, doing his best to try escape.

‘Surely I can eat this one.’ Venom hissed, inching his face closer towards Eren. ‘There’s plenty of spiders around.’

‘Fuck off.’ The brunette cursed. He tried to shoot a web, only for it to be absorbed into Venom’s body.

‘Come on. I can get it over and done with quickly.’ Venom’s mouth was surrounding his head when it suddenly began choking, grabbing at its neck. Eren took the opportunity, spitting acid into the goo. This time, it melted away and he was able to pull a hand free. Free enough that he was able to latch onto another building and pull himself out of the symbiote.

‘Thanks, Y/n.’ You stayed clinging to Venom, arms wrapped around where she knew Galliard was inside of him.

‘H-Hey. Time out.’ The blonde shouted, voice muffled. You loosened your grip, still holding them both.

‘Get the fuck out of here before we kill you.’ You whispered. Venom grunted, but you suspected it may have been Porco instead. As you went to pull your arms away, the organism wrapped around your arms, pulling you into it.

‘I’m gonna need backup.’ You said over your air piece before Venom ripped it out of your ear.

‘You can eat this one, Venom.’ Porco smirked. You winced, feeling the symbiote’s teeth curl around your arm. Just as you thought it was about to bite your arms off, a blinding light cut through his body, eliciting a deafen screech from Venom.

‘You brat.’ Levi degraded as he swung past, cutting through Venom again. You felt as it pulled you away, keeping a hold until it dropped into an empty street.

Venom unravelled, leaving Galliard standing there.

‘Long time, no see-‘

‘Get out of here.’ You hiss, urging him away. ‘If Levi catches you, you’re dead.’

Whether he believed you or not, he sprinted off, disappearing as the other spiders came down the street.

‘Where did it go?’ Jean asked, obviously ready to kill the thing that attack his sister.

‘I’m not sure, sorry.’ You say, hands on hips and out of breath. ‘It dropped me and disappeared. I didn’t see where.’

‘I’ll go find-‘

‘Leave it for now.’ Hange decided. ‘It seemed to have no intention of harming anyone other than us. And we have no idea what it is, so until then, we keep on looking out for it. Return to post until Historia and Ymir are done, then return to base.’

‘Yes, Captain.’

Your apartment was quiet when you got home. Lights were off apart from the one in the kitchen.

‘Please say you chucked the pizza- what are you doing?’ You said, acknowledging the blonde sitting on your kitchen floor.

‘I’m having withdrawals.’ He whined. taking another swig of his can. You just laughed.

‘Too fucking close today.’

‘It wasn’t even. You were perfectly fine, and it wasn’t like he was actually going to bite your arm off.’

‘I thought about it.’ Venom said.

‘Yeah well. Get the fuck out of my body.’ You replied, walking over to the other imposter. Porco took your hand and (with great discomfort), Venom transferred back to his normal host's body.

‘That’s better.’ Porco sang, suddenly brought to life. You shook your head with a smile, opening the oven to see he had in fact chucked the pizza in to heat it up.

‘Are you staying the night?’

‘Well, it’s probably easier than trying to get back to Liberio right now.’ Porco stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist gently and resting his head on your shoulders. ‘The lights finally gave out.’

‘They’ve shut it down?’

‘Mhm.’

‘So where are you going to stay now?’ You place your hands over his, stroking the back of his palm. The man sighed, breathing hot air against your neck.

‘No clue. I’m sure there’ll be somewhere in Liberio that still has power.’

There was a moment of silence between you two, and you leaned back against his shoulder. No one lived in Liberio but them. You knew because you’d been lying to Hange about it in order to keep that small amount of power going there. But they must’ve done a scan themselves and seen no one.

‘You could move in with me?’ The suggestion seemed like some wild thing. Something that hadn’t even crossed Porco’s mind. ‘Then you wouldn’t have to put in as much effort to get stuff, or to come see me.’

The arms around your waist tightened, and you felt a smile press to your lips.

‘We wouldn’t annoy you?’

‘Porco. We’ve been together for 2 years. If you annoyed me enough, you would’ve already.’ You spun in his arms to face him, hands finding his jaw. ‘And Venom can sleep in a dog box.’

‘I am not sleeping in a box!’ The symbiote shouted, enraged by the idea. ‘Let me actually bite her arm off!’

You laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to your partner's lips before reaching for the pizza.

‘Venom. You want some?’

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Introduction

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Hiding in Plain Sight (On Going)

| Ao3 | Modern AU | Cover art by @petrichorpeacee on X |

Warnings: Mature, Major Character Death, Explicit 18++ Annie, a determined 31-year-old journalist, is assigned to cover the mysterious disappearance of Carly Stratman, an aspiring actress. She hopes that by solving this case, she will earn the approval of her father and establish herself as a successful columnist. However, as Annie delves deeper into the investigation, she realizes that the situation is more complex than she initially thought. On the other hand, Armin, a brilliant 29-year-old district attorney, is also involved in the Carly Stratman case as part of an elite team prosecuting high-profile homicides in New York. Coming from a family of well-known federal judges, Armin feels immense pressure to succeed in his career. Growing up in a divorced family has left him skeptical about finding love and commitment in marriage. As Annie and Armin collaborate to unravel the mystery behind Carly's disappearance, their professional relationship begins to blossom into something more. Chapters: | 1 - Hits Different | 2 - Midnight Stroll | 3- Longing Nights | 4 - You All Over Me | | 5 - Ribs | 6 - Whirlpool | 7 - False God (18++) | 8 - Bad Omen | 9-Borrowed Time | 10 - Bitter Pill | 11 - Ghost | 12 - Burgundy (18++) | 13- Part I: It's in the Girls I Bring to Bed | | 14- Part II: It's in the Girls I Bring to Bed | | 15- Part III: It's in the Girls I Bring to Bed | (18++) | 16 - Part I: Night in New Jersey | | 17 - Part II: Night in New Jersey | (18++) | 18 - Equilibrium |

Love Letters from the Skies to the West Coast (On Going)

| Ao3 | HS Modern AU | Cover art by @klaradraws |

Warnings: Mature They say the most judgmental people are those who attend church on Sundays. Despite growing up in a Christian household, Armin Arlert felt overburdened by the pile of ministry activities assigned to him. So he made a pact with himself to never follow in his father's footsteps and become a pastor. With the goal of saving enough money to persuade his parents to let him move to another state after high school, he started accepting paid essay projects in school in secret. Everything in Armin's busy life seemed manageable until he met Annie Leonhart, a Californian girl whose parents had moved her against her will to Vermont. Upon discovering Armin's secret business, Annie approached him with a unique request: to write love letters for a long-distance lover. To craft the perfect love letters, she would help Armin embark on a journey of firsts— his first kiss, first hug, first date, and first everything in a relationship. Chapters: | 1 - Blind Sided | 2 - Falling into Disgrace | 3 - Word Play | 4 - Angel in Disguise | | 5 - Descendants | 6 - Leap of Faith | 7 - Sixteen & Wild |

Invisible Golden String (One-Shot)

| Ao3 | Modern AU | HiPS extra |

Contribution for Aruani day! Timeline took place after HiPS Chapter 15. Spoiler free!

Day One - Tangerine Skies and Muffled Cries (One-Shot)

| Ao3 | Canonverse (Cadets) | Day 1 of Aruani Week 2024 |

Armin and Annie sneaked out from their night duty for some...

Day Three - Her Last Wishes (One-Shot)

| Ao3 | Modern (HS Caste) | Day 3 of Aruani Week 2024 |

"...you'll find happiness after me."

IVY (On Going)

| Ao3 | Modern Au | A JeanPiku POV in Hiding in Plain Sight |

Pieck Finger, a shut-in artist who works as an editorial illustrator, has been emotionally stagnant for a decade after the death of her lover, Porco Galliard. She has isolated herself from the world and refuses to let anyone in until she crosses paths again with Jean Kirstein, a prosecutor who assists the District Attorney in various homicide cases in New York. They bond over shared experiences and find comfort in each other's company. As their relationship progresses, Pieck reflects on her past love and contemplates the possibility of finally moving on.

| Other Cover Arts |

It's in the Girls I Bring to Bed / Night in Vegas | Cover Art by @BLUEELI0N

Leap of Faith | Cover art by @klaradraws