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ohokimdumb · 6 years

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SONG/IMAGINE/ PIECKxPORCO

“Accidentally in love...”

They didn’t mean to fall in love; two warriors falling in love was forbidden. They were only supposed to be professional to each other. But, how can you deny something so strong, something that just sneaked up on you? You can’t control if you fall in love or not, who you fall in love with, and how it turns out.

In all honestly, Pieck and Porco tried to deny their feelings for each other, they tried to block it out...but, they couldn’t control it. It controlled itself. Was it an accident to fall in love? Was it a mistake?

“This is forbidden, or titan powers could be taken, we’d be eaten by the next cadets in line for the power.” Porco said worriedly, he didn’t want to die earlier than he already was. Pieck had even less time than Porco did, since he gained the Jaw titan later in age.

“I don’t want to lose this short time I have with you...” Pieck stated and cupped Porco’s face. They pressed their foreheads to each other, and Porco pulled Pieck closer to him, their bodies touching.

“We’ll just keep it a secret, just be professional in public...we’ll see each other at night...maybe even sleep in the same bed if we can. They don’t check on us during the night.” Porco suggested in a whisper and kissed all around Pieck’s face. Pieck interrupted Porco’s show of affection and smoothly pressed her lips to his; Porco whimpered into the kiss, taking control of the kiss in desperation. The kisses became sloppy, filled with passion...desperation...they wanted more of each other, all of each other...they wanted to be one.

“What have you done to me...Piiku?” Porco whispered and kissed her once again, it was gentle...his lips were soft. He forcefully pushed his tongue into her mouth and they twisted them together. Pieck held the back of his neck, tightening her grip...slightly digging her nails in.

“No, the question is...what have you done to me, Pock?” Pieck whimpered and went back, accepting his more of his lips. Porco slid his finger tips down her back, tugging at her shirt gently, signaling her he wanted more...he wanted to touch her skin.

She allowed him to undress her, and he did...slowly, he took his time to take all of her in...to examine her beautiful body, to cherish her. Porco lied her down onto his bed, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His toned abs were hypnotizing, she wanted to touch him. Pieck reached her hands out, but Porco pulled them back and pressed them on the bed.

“Not yet...” Porco whispered into her ear, then went back to undressing himself.

He slowly unbuttoned his pants, he pulled them down, along with his boxers. Revealing his member, Pieck’s eyes widened. With haste she lifted herself up and attacked his neck with sloppy kisses and love bites. Porco groaned and he crawled on top of her, gently lying her on her back once again. He scooted them onto the bed more, without letting her go.

Porco buried his face into Pieck’s sweet smelling neck, sucking on her, leaving purple spots, as he slowly pushed inside her. From the sudden feeling she moaned quietly, covering her mouth...she couldn’t let anyone hear.

“I love you...never forget that.” Porco said and picked up the paste with his thrusts. Pieck nodded her head and through her moans she said,

“I love you too...don’t ever leave me...at least until I’m gone..”

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pickalilywrites · 6 years

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Hii ~ Can I request a Xmas Day PieckxPorco, maybe opening xmas gifts ? Hope you are doing fine, and enjoy your vacations. Happy holidays :D

Of course! Thank you for the request ^-^

My vacation is wonderful so far! I’m seeing my boyfriend this week since he’s finally hope from uni and my sister and I have been watching movies together, so that’s been nice :)

Opening Gifts

Gallipieck. Modern AU.

1268 words.

He yawns, surprised that his girlfriend didn’t wake him up earlier. There were times she’d try to convince him to stay up until midnight to open their gifts, but he’d be out like a light by eleven if he tried to stay awake. Porco turns to face her, stroke the hair out of her face and ask her what happened to her enthusiasm, but her half of the bed is strangely cold and empty.

“Pieck,” he growls. He doesn’t even have to wonder what happened to hear because he already knows. He expects to see her passed out on the couch, knocked out after failing to find where he had hidden her present.

He gets up from the bed, not bothering to make the sheets because Pieck will only mess them up later. He slips his slippers on and trudges down the steps to the living room but is disturbed by how messy it looks.

Paintings that used to hang on the walls are either sitting on the ground or terribly tilted. He appears into the bathroom to find the cabinets all flung open, the contents within all laid out on the counter top. He’s sure that it’s just Pieck’s work, a little more hectic and crazed than the previous years, but it gets more alarming the closer he gets to the living room.

Every door he peers through is more of a chaotic mess than the one before.

The closet looks as though a raccoon dug through it. Papers and folders are strewn about. Pens litter the floor and office supplies threaten to stab him in the foot if he doesn’t tread carefully.

The guest bedroom looks as if a tornado hit it. The blankets and sheets are crumpled on the floor, and the pillow cases had been taken off and turned inside out. The mattress had been hauled out of the bed frame and was sitting against the wall. Each drawer was pulled out from the dresser to reveal nothing but mothballs inside. The closet door was thrown open, the storage boxes inside all opened and their contents thrown carelessly on the floor. Strangely enough, Porco notices, even the light bulb has been taken out of the light hanging on the ceiling. Now he’s beginning to doubt that even Pieck would do such a thorough job in searching for a measly gift.

It’s like the FBI came and broke into their house overnight, but he’s not sure why they would do that. The only other option would be a thief, but he’s sure they don’t have anything of valuable. Still, his footsteps quicken as he hurries to the living room fearing the worst.

Pieck is curled up on the couch. Usually a light sleeper, she doesn’t waken even as Porco hurries to her side.

Panicked because of the complete disarray of their house, Porco shakes her roughly. “Pieck! Pieck! Are you alright?”

She shakes him off, turning her face towards the back of the couch and covering her eyes with her arms. “Porco, you’re being too loud,” she moans, not at all concerned about how panicked Porco sounds. “It’s still early. Just go back to sleep.”

He doesn’t bother telling her that it’s almost noon, he just wants her to wake up. “Pieck, you need to get up,” he says, grabbing her shoulder to keep her from hiding her face. “Someone went through our house and we may have been robbed.”

It’s only then that she opens her eyes, blinking at him in confusion. “Robbed?” she repeats, looking around them sleepily. She doesn’t seem too worried about the chaotic mess that’s their house. In fact, there’s a small smile in her face as if she’s remembering something fondly. “Oh, that was just me.”

He can’t tell if he should be angry or relieved. “Did you really tear up the house trying to look for your present?”

“Yup! You did a really excellent job hiding it this year,” she says, sitting up now.

He sighs and kneels in front of the couch, resting his head in her lap. “Please don’t ever do this again.” At least he knows what happened, but he hates the thought of having to clean this all up.

Pieck runs her fingers through her boyfriend’s hair affectionately. “You know I thought maybe you hid it at Zeke’s place like you did a few years ago, but he kept insisting you didn’t even after I offered him a very generous bribe,” she says. “I only believed him once I tried blackmailing him, and he told me he really didn’t know.”

“So I guess you’re not going to promise you’ll never tear up the house again,” he mutters as his girlfriend prattles on.

“I check all the usual places the week before but couldn’t find anything,” she continues. “And then really started searching last night while you were asleep. By the way, Pokko, you’re a really heavy sleeper. I wasn’t even trying to be quiet after I finished searching upstairs. A robber could probably rob you blind and you wouldn’t notice until you woke up.”

He stands up and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Him being a heavy sleeper isn’t the problem here, but he’s far too exhausted to argue with her right now. “Look. I’ll get your present. Stay down here.”

She surprisingly lays back down, stretching out before letting out a huge yawn. “Alright, Pokko,” she says. “I’ll wait here then and just bring it down when you get it.” She’d be cute if she didn’t wreck the house hours before.

He quietly walks up to the steps to the bathroom upstairs, careful not to make a sound so that Pieck doesn’t hear a thing. If she doesn’t find out, he might be able to use this spot for the next time he has to hide something from her.

He frowns when he sees the destruction Pieck had left behind in her search. He could either clean it up now or leave it for later and decides to do the latter before his girlfriend gets impatient.

He’s only just set the mirror aside and placed it in the bathtub (because for some reason Pieck didn’t put away anything she took out during her search and now the floor hardly has any space to walk on – she’s never been very good at being organized to begin with though), when the door bangs open and Pieck appears.

“Aha!” she cries, shoving him aside and not caring that he has to stumble around to avoid the million little knickknacks she’s left on the floor during her treasure hunt this morning. She looks curiously at the little panel on the wall that had previously been covered by the mirror. “I’m very impressed, Galliard. Did you have this made while I was out?”

So much for being able to use it again. “It was while you were out with Annie sometime last month,” he grumbles.

It’s a little insulting how carelessly she throws open the hidden panel and pulls out the gift. She doesn’t even take the time to admire the wrapping he chose, just tears it off and lets the paper fall to the floor making it even messier. Not that scraps of gift wrap make much of a difference, to be honest.

“Ooh, pretty.” A necklace hangs from her fingers, a jeweled teardrop dangling from the thin golden chain. She holds it out to him so that he can fasten it around her neck, pulling her hair away from her nape so that it doesn’t get caught in the clamp. “Although I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t get me a ring.”

He leans over to kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll consider it once you stop tearing up the house every time I hide a present from you.”

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