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Better Man pt. I

Part II Part III

Porco Galliard x fem!reader ; Canon Divergent

word count: ~3.8

|18+ Minors Do Not Interact Please|

warnings: reader has amnesia; reader is hurt in battle, but no real description; nothing other than that

a/n: this is part one of my entry for the Paramour Collab hosted by @blkladyelle ! I'm really excited that I'm able to participate in this. I realize that most of the things that happen are very convenient to the plot, but let's just go with it. Feedback is always appreciated!

Background: at the battle of Shiganshina, Reiner saw that you had been hurt and decided he couldn’t just leave you there to be eaten or to die alone. He brought you with him and tried to convince Zeke that you could be useful. Zeke was wary and half tempted to just leave you to die, but he was always one to think ahead. He thought that you might be useful in using you as a way to have some leverage when wanting to convince the Paradis soldiers of agreeing to his plan. But when Reiner had mentioned that you were a skillful soldier, one of Captain Levi's favorites, Zeke knew he had to keep you around. An act of good faith, in a way. He kept you alive and if they wanted you back, they would agree to following his plan.

Ever since you arrived in Marley, you'd been labeled as nothing. Why Zeke decided to keep you around had everyone questioning his intentions (and maybe even his sanity). Once on the mainland, Zeke gave you two options: do what he says, or be fed to the titans. If you wanted even the faintest chance of returning to your home, then you knew you had to play by their rules. It had been over a year since you were taken from Paradis and forced to fight for a place where they thought you were lower than dirt and evil incarnate. How you got here, you couldn’t remember. There was quite a bit that didn’t make sense to you. Your memories would come and go, making it difficult for you to decipher what was real. Only two things were constant: a face of a man whose presence seemed to put you at ease, and the screams and cries of utter anguish.

Most of your time was spent fighting in battles you didn't understand, but you had gotten used to the people you fought beside. The first year was rough. Nobody would talk to you or acknowledge your presence. Only once you had deemed yourself as a worthy fighter did the warriors begin to address you.

Zeke was arrogant, quiet, and always in thought, and you did your best to limit your interactions with him. He was the one who ultimately doled out any punishments that befell you, so the less you saw of him the better.

You had seen memories of Reiner, and part of you couldn't help but to think that he had a hand to play in your disposition. From what flashbacks you remembered, Reiner was the same here as he was in Paradis. Well intentioned, but severely lacking in confidence. His presence bothered you, but he was the one who was most likely to talk to you. Pieck wasn't too bad, though you didn't see her for months at a time since she stayed in her titan form for long bouts. Porco wouldn't even look at you or acknowledge you when you were first introduced. He had the confidence that Reiner could only hope for, but there was an air of doubt that lingered around him.

The aura of the battlefield was that of utter chaos. You weren't sure what you were thinking. You were insignificant, a burden, an outcast. Your presence meant nothing to these people. Why did you care so much if they were successful in their battles? The armored titan was down and on the verge of being hit hard with the enemy’s artillery forces. As much as he pissed you off, you knew that Reiner’s armored titan was a major asset to the team. So, you ran toward the enemy lines as you threw grenades their way. The plan had worked, and their focus was on you for the time being. But you only needed a moment of their time for Reiner to get himself out of trouble.

Most of their attention was on you, like you had planned. But now, your problem was that you hadn't thought this plan all the way through. Eyes squeezed shut, fists balled tight, you braced yourself for what awaited you. The sound of guns and ammo being fired was deafening. You had expected to feel the ground shake and waves of heat from the explosions, but instead, your body was moving through the air. Was this what it felt like to die?

You peeked out of one eye to see that the jaw titan gripped you gently in one of his hands.

"Galliard?!" You shouted at him, confusion filling you.

He stared at you, and somehow you could understand what that look meant.

What are you doing, dumbass?

He carefully set you down and towered over top of you. His look said "stay" and you obliged, mostly because you couldn't feel your legs, but also because he really had no reason to save you. A few moments passed and the cadence of the battle was dying down. You could hear the screams of your titan allies, and knew that victory would soon be theirs. The jaw titan was by your side once more, but this time Porco came out of his titan form. He jumped down in front of you.

"What were you thinking? Are you a dumbass?" His hands scoured over your face, looking for any external injuries you may have sustained. When he could find no obvious injuries, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, 'm okay. Uh," you stopped when you looked into his eyes. They were intense, but kind. Your legs began to grow heavy, an uneasy feeling settling into the pit of your stomach.

"I'll go," you said quickly as you tried to turn from him. But his grip held you in place.

"Quit being a pain in the ass, ______."

"Bite me, Galliard!" You retorted.

A smile cracked through his tough demeanor. His tone became softer, his grip on you lightened.

"Seriously, what were you thinking back there?"

“I-” you flinched, a sharp pain bolting through your head. Your knees gave out, but Porco’s grip was able to keep you from falling. An immense pain was shooting all around your head and you weren’t sure what was going on.

You later woke up in the infirmary, a large bandage wrapped around your head, and a nauseous feeling started in your stomach and worked its way up your chest. A quick glance around the room and you found that you were by yourself. Not surprising. However, you were surprised that they actually treated you. Most of the time if you needed aid, they gave you the supplies and stuck you in a broom closet to get it sorted out.

The door slowly creaked open, and you sat up to meet the person walking in.

“G-Galliard?” you asked, surprised to see him enter the room.

“______. Hey, don’t sit up too fast,” he walked over to you and helped you sit up slowly against the headboard.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the infirmary.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? You got hurt and needed medical attention. Why else would you be in the infirmary?”

“Oh.”

He pulled a chair up next to your side and the room sat quiet for a few minutes. The light in the room was fading as the sun began to set. The only sound was the pounding of your heart inside of your head. You found yourself staring at Porco on more than one occasion. The feeling in your stomach was familiar, but new all at the same time. You had felt this before, but not with him.

“Here, I brought you something to eat.” He pulled a chunk of bread from his pocket. “Just take small bites. I’ll get you some water.”

“‘m not hungry.”

“Bullshit you’re not. You’ve been out for four days. You need to eat.” His voice was stern, but not angry. “Small bites.”

You ripped off a small piece and cautiously placed it into your mouth. Porco sat back down and watched as you ate the bread piece by piece. He held out the glass of water and you graciously took it. Chug, chug, chug. You wiped any excess water from your mouth with your forearm.

“Thank you, Galliard. You didn’t have to do this.” You hand him back the glass and the bread.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it. Also, you can just call me Porco. It’s fine.” He scooted his chair closer to you. “So, uh, how are you feeling?”

“My head really hurts, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Should be okay for training tomorrow.”

“Good.” He nodded approvingly. “You never answered my question.” He paused for a moment, contemplating on if he really wanted to ask you. “What were you thinking back there?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” you scoffed. A twinge of embarrassment as you thought back to what you did for Reiner on the battlefield. "I was trying to be a distraction," you said, ashamedly. "Someone needed to save Reiner's ass, figured I'd give you a break."

He blew air out of his nose, apparently amused with your answer. “Well, that answers my second question: you ARE a dumbass.” He flicked your forehead lightly.

“Bite me, Galliard,” you smiled.

He smiled back, and you thought that it suited him. The moment was interrupted when Zeke walked into the room. He lit some candles which made up for the light that was quickly fading from the room as the sun set further behind the horizon. The flames flickered in the lenses of his glasses, making it hard to see where his gaze fell. He adjusted the frames as he stared in your direction.

“Galliard, it’s odd to see you here,” he stated monotonously.

“Yeah, figured I would check to see if she was awake. Was just on my way to come get you.” Porco stood up from his spot and dragged the chair back to its home under the desk in the middle of the room. “I’ll see myself out.” He walked past Zeke without a second glance. But, he did take one last look back at you before he walked out. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face. Pity? Irritation? Endearment? Whatever he was feeling, you didn’t have long to think about it as Zeke was soon interrogating you.

Everything from simple questions like “what’s your name” and “where are you”, to more difficult questions that had you racking your brain in order to answer to the best of your ability. You tried your best to give him the answers he wanted; his presence perturbed you and left you feeling uncomfortable. Once he deemed your answers as acceptable, he told you to get your things and go back to your room. He stopped right in front of the door and made one last comment.

“I'm sure Galliard has more deserving things that need his attention. Don't bother him anymore.”

“I,” you paused, contemplating if you actually wanted to say what you wanted. Instead, you answered with what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, Captain."

Those words left a sour taste in your mouth. You furrowed your brow, but your chest tightened, your feelings conflicting with what your face was expressing.

“Don’t forget that you are nothing.” Zeke left and you stared at the bed sheets for several minutes. A deep sigh left you, and you swung your feet off the side of the bed. How could you forget that everybody here hates you? It’s hard to forget that you mean nothing to these people. Another deep breath as your feet hit the ground. You reached up and stretched, going up on your toes. Your legs were a little weak, and you weren’t able to catch your balance before collapsing to the floor.

“Hey, are you okay in…what happened?” Porco came through the door and rushed to your side.

“I’m okay. What, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I was walking by and I heard a ‘thud’. Why are you on the floor?”

“Zeke told me to go back to my room, so I was going. But my legs weren’t ready, I guess.” You rocked back on your hands and knees, building up the physical and mental strength needed to get back to your feet.

“Here, let me help you,” he extended one hand to you, the other hand gently grasped your elbow. He carefully helped you sit on the edge of the bed. “Once you’re ready, I can help you to your room. If you want.”

“Oh, that would be nice. But, uh, you probably shouldn’t. Zeke told me to leave you alone,” your voice was filled with shame, your eyes downcast. “Thank you, though.”

“What? Why?”

“Mmm, something about you having better things to do,” an exasperated sigh left you. “I suppose he's not wrong, though. Someone's gotta hold Reiner accountable," you forced out a laugh. "Anyway, I want to thank you for saving me back there. You really didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, well. If I just let you die, then there wouldn't be anybody else around here who gets irritated by Reiner as much as I do."

Silence sat heavy between the two of you for several minutes. You thanked Porco for his help the past few days. He made sure that you were able to stand and walk without falling before he left you to go back to your room. You both turned separate directions out of the infirmary and you made the long journey to your own little piece of the world. Up a few flights of stairs and down the longest part of the hallway is where your room was. It was the room that was furthest from everything. Small and dirty, it had been used for storage for many years. A dingy mattress, a tattered blanket, and a pillow that was almost as flat as your blanket was all that you had. A single window was the saving grace of this place. Sometimes late at night when you were sure that everyone else was asleep, you were able to sneak onto the roof and watch the night sky in all its glory. It made you wonder if there was anyone else out there looking at the stars like you. Maybe there was someone out there who was looking for you.

A light tap, tap, tap pulled you away from your thoughts. Surely, you must be hearing things. A head injury could do that, you supposed. But when you heard the shuffling of feet and some quiet grumbles, you knew that your hearing was fine. You opened the door no more than a crack in order to see who was out there. If you had to guess, it would be Zeke coming to tell you that you had to be up early in order to clean some disgusting place within the barracks.

“Galliard?” You opened the door a little further.

“Tch, I thought I told you…it’s Porco,” he said with a slight irritation in his voice.

“Oh, uh, sorry.”

A brief moment of awkward silence filled the space between the two of you. Neither of you were looking at the other. He was waiting for you to say something else, and you were waiting for him to leave.

“Did you..er..do you..need something?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got back to your room alright. You seemed like you were struggling to walk.”

“Oh. Well, as you can see, I’m back in my room. So thanks for checking on me, again.” You started to close the door, but he stuck his hand out to prevent you from closing it any further.

“Yeah, but are you alright? You were knocked out pretty good and the more I thought about it, the more I think you should still be in the infirmary.” He pushed his way into your room, and you did nothing to stop him. He stood at the door, which he closed behind him, and took in the surroundings.

“I definitely think you should still be in that sick bed. This place is shit. No offense.” He walked over to the window and took a peek outside. “Hm, this view isn’t too bad.”

“It’s even better if you sit out on the roof,” you blurted out.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Show me.”

“Show you?”

“Yeah, c’mon. Let me see this ‘better view’.”

“Um, okay,” you whispered reluctantly. As carefully and as quietly as possible, you pushed the window open. The night breeze blew across your skin and helped cool your body, but it did little to soothe your nerves. One leg over the window ledge, your foot finding solid ground on the roof before the rest of your body ducked under the upper window frame, and you swung your other leg over. Porco followed suit.

“Well, this is it,” you gestured to the sky. The sky was cerulean blue, dark, deep, and littered with the silver twinkle of infinite stars. The moon sat just above the buildings, the crescent shape looking like a toothy smile that was withholding a series of secrets. Secrets that you were desperate to know and understand.

Porco stood with his hands in his pockets while he stared up at the sky. It was quiet, calm, and brought a sense of wonder. Like it was from a different time and place. He wondered if the stars have ever burned this bright before; he’d never noticed, never really took the time to notice.

“I usually just sit here for a while and just…think.” You sat down, pulling your knees close to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.

“What do you usually think about?” Porco asked, mimicking your motion of sitting down.

“Do you want the honest answer?”

“Yeah.”

You took a deep breath as you thought about how you wanted to phrase your answer.

“I usually think about my dreams…er, I guess they’re more nightmares-”

“Your nightmares? Why would you think about that?”

“Well, I sometimes think I might remember something about my life before here. I can see myself flying between buildings along with other people. And titans. So many titans. There’s almost always a feeling of dread.

But, I try to focus more on the one thing that brings me some sort of comfort. There’s always the same face in my dreams. A man’s face. He seems familiar, like I know him and he knows me. Maybe he cares for me or something. And I stare up at the sky and think ‘maybe he’s looking at the same sky, maybe he’s looking for me’. But now that I say that outloud, it seems kind of silly,” you sheepishly chuckled.

“Nah, it doesn’t seem silly. You probably have some pretty boy out there looking for you,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Pretty boy?”

“Yeah, I bet pretty boys are your type.”

“How would you know what ‘my type’ is, Galli–ah, Porco? What if I told you that Reiner is my type?” you teased.

“Reiner? Uck, yeah right! Don’t even joke about that,” he threw a piece of debris at you. “Although, he’s a dumbass, you’re a dumbass. So you two could be dumbasses together,” he blew air out of his nose

“Shut up,” you laughed. You leaned back onto your hands as you readjusted yourself, but your fingers accidentally grazed Porco’s fingers. Immediately, you withdrew your hand and tucked them back under your knees.You focused on a particular star that seemed to be larger than the rest. Embarrassment and another feeling you couldn’t quite describe flowed through your body. You could see him in your peripheral vision. Porco stared at his hand, and then to you, and then back to his hand.

“Ah, you should probably be going soon. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for being here. And to be honest, I don’t know what would happen if Zeke caught me out here and with you, specifically after he told me to leave you alone,” you sighed, reality coming back to you and your embarrassment being replaced with guilt.

“I know that Zeke is higher ranking than us, but what can he actually do to you that makes you so scared of stepping out of line?” Porco asked. It wasn’t demeaning or mocking, it was just out of a sense of curiosity. He hoped that he could understand your motivations better.

“My life is in his hands. If he decides that I’m too much of a burden or I’m too troublesome, then he’ll feed me to the titans.” You tore your gaze away from the night sky and looked at him. “I’ve seen it…in my dreams. Not me. But other people. People I think I knew. I hear their anguished cries and I’ve seen their faces scrunched in fear and desperation. I’ve seen it over and over again. And I know that’s not how I want to go.”

He stared back at you, his brow scrunched and a little pout showed that he was in thought. “Yeah, me neither.”

Silence lingered between the two of you for a few moments. The silence was becoming more comfortable the more time you spent together. Neither one of you was sure what to say. But it was getting late, and you were worried that Porco might get caught for being out of his room so late. It was also getting cold, and if you didn’t close the window soon, your room would be too cold for you to sleep somewhat comfortably.

Porco stood up, effectively snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I should probably go.” He held his hand out to you. You stared at it in confusion.

“Take my hand, dummy. I’ll help you back inside.”

The heat rushed to your face. You grabbed his hand and he yanked you up. It might have been a little too hard, because you lost your balance for a split second and bumped into him, causing him to catch you in his embrace. Even more heat coursed through your entire body, and you quickly apologized and made your way to the window and back inside.

“Galliard, I’m sorry. But I don’t know if-”

He flicked your forehead. “...Porco, ______. I’m Porco. Maybe we can do this again soon. And maybe you won’t be so nervous next time. I know you’re scared of Zeke’s threats. But, you shouldn’t worry. As long as I’m around, I’ll look out for you.”

With that, he disappeared down the hallway. And for the rest of the night, you laid in bed and thought about what he meant by what he said. When you eventually fell asleep, you dreamed of something different. The man from your dreams appeared as usual. But no nightmares. No screaming or cries. No sounds of horror. No, you mostly just dreamt of Porco.

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The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

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vainilla-milk · 3 months

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The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

...

TO BE CONTINUED

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

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

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

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

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

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

Hey You’re cute. You like football?

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

You blink. He’s blond, like Colt.

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

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

His bio is brief, not much to the imagination.

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

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

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

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

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

The response arrives a few minutes later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, well I need to get going.”

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Porco?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Porco releases your neck suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sigh of bliss spills out of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open up!”

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

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

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

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

“Porco, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bristle, nerves aflame with anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Porco—yes—just like that—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☻ masterpost☻ taglist: @moonmalice

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vainilla-milk · 5 months

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mountaineer!reiner x fem!reader

a/n: I've seen a lot of farmer!reiner and cowboy!reiner, which I love, but never a mountaineer!reiner and I just can't stop thinking about it cw: Light smut below, mentions of death, modern au, sub!reiner

mountaineer!reiner who was born and grew up within a small German village within the Bavarian Alps - a tourist town it was, attracting thousands of hikers world-wide, and hundreds of influencers for it's quaint cafes and inns.

mountaineer!reiner who knows the vast region around his village like the back of his hand - he doesn't need a map, (however he continues to take one), as he has memorised every hike, trail and worn-down path.

mountaineer!reiner who owns a moderately-sized wooden cabin just outside of the village with his lovely wife

mountaineer!reiner who's cabin sits on a grassy hillside walled by the forest, the only access being the dirt driveway that weaves through the woods - a delicate creek slices through the hillside and runs next to the cobble patio outback

mountaineer!reiner who awakens every morning with you in his arms, face dug into the crook of your neck, the newly grown scruff on his chin and cheeks scratching your skin as he shifts to hold you closer - you groan as he does, being pushed from side-to-side as he wiggles down to rest on your chest, arms secured around your waist

"what'ya doing?" you had said the first time. "sorry," he mumbled and place a sleepy kiss to the fat of your right breast. "you're warm." reiner hummed with a smile as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his face. "and comfortable."

mountaineer!reiner who loves slow mornings, basking in the yellow light that seeps through the curtains as you both struggle to pull back the covers - who loves mornings where you lay together as entangled limbs; pants; whines; soft moans filling the room - who loves productive mornings where you both separately get ready for the day, sharing quick kisses as you pass each other in the hallway, kitchen and bedroom

mountaineer!reiner who always brings you in for a deep kiss as he leaves for the day, and as he pulls away he gives you the warmest, sweetest smile filled with love and adoration, caressing your cheek before whispering 'I love you'

mountaineer!reiner who works as a local guide for hikers, leading groups of people on hikes that can range from 40 minutes to the lookout on the mountain, or 6 hour hikes into the mountains and forest

mountaineer!reiner who loves his job and wishes to leave Germany for a little while to hike some of the most famous trails in the world

mountaineer!reiner who wants to bring you on these dream journeys, your hands linked together as you scale the flat or rough terrain - bodies pressed together under the sleeping bag as the tent pitter-patters with light rain - the taste of coffee on your tongues as you share kisses against the great view of the rising sun

mountaineer!reiner who always wants to match his wife's hiking clothes

"love, which ones should we wear?" reiner turned around and held up two different sets of hiking clothes. he lifted the first pair: "the blue and black?" he lifted the second: "or the red, orange and yellow?" you had little time to think as reiner sheepishly held out the first pair. "I like this one." you smiled, "I like that one too."

mountaineer!reiner who loves taking you on hikes, whether they be days long or 30 minutes into the forest for a picnic

mountaineer!reiner who's favourite spot for a picnic is a grassy hillside behind the cabin that's peppered with flowers, over-looking the village - a basket, a red-white checkered blanket and you lying next to him - he's in heaven

mountaineer!reiner who cannot stop sneezing as he collects a bouquet for you from the field - who almost cries when you continue to preserve the bouquets he gives you and place them in vases around the house - he'll stare lovingly at them when you're away

mountaineer!reiner who will lick excess whipped cream from the corner of your mouth, his face the shade of the strawberry jam in the pastries he and you baked for the picnic date

he pulls away with his heart thumping against his ribs, the taste of whipped cream heavy on his tongue. you gently reached out for his chin and bring him in for a soft kiss, one that leaves a shy smile on his face. reiner leans his head into the crook of your neck and looks down at the bustling village below, feeling happy and loved.

mountaineer!reiner who's job isn't always great, as within the wilderness and long hiking trails people can go missing

mountaineer!reiner is one of the first to be called when a hiker disappears - works himself to the bone trying to find them, narrowing down their last known location and following tracks, exploring every possible structure in the area that the hiker could have taken refuge in, working alongside a large team that scales mountains and dips into valley's

mountaineer!reiner who can almost cry with joy as he finds them curled away to escape the dropping temperatures, and sometimes mountaineer!reiner who sobs into your lap as the search is called off after a number of weeks

mountaineer!reiner who, under the covers in your shared bed, will confess his feelings of failure and guilt for never finding this hiker - he'll confess the pure terror of being lost in the wilderness, one of his greatest fears

"I feel like I could've done more," reiner said with half his face dug into the pillow. "maybe if I looked harder or-or tried harder we would've found them..." his voice cracks, "but I-I just..." you don't say anything as he sobs, only pulling him closer and running your fingers through his hair.

mountaineer!reiner who is a kind, empathetic and compassionate man that never forgets the people never found, and tried his best to bring some sort of closure to the families

mountaineer!reiner who often retreats to the hot-spring behind the cabin to relax and clear his mind - his favourite time to jump in is during winter, when the snow is heavy and thick, but most importantly with you curled up by his side

mountaineer!reiner who pants into your shoulder and clings to your waist as you sit on his lap, the steaming water sloshing against your sides as you slide up and down

his face is red from the heat, and you can see how he is close from the way he bites his lip and his eyes roll back into his head. reiner's hips stutter as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, his legs tremble beneath the water and as you bring his head to rest on your shoulder, his mouth falls open as the tight pressure between his legs finally bursts.

mountaineer!reiner who loves when you make love to him slow and sensual, but isn't against being roughed up every now and then - he will pay back the favour with his head between your thighs for as long as you want, drunk of the sound of your moans and the gentle whisper of the forest outside the open window

mountaineer!reiner who's lean and sharply toned in the summer, muscles rippling under his skin as he carries out his chores, but is softer and squishy during the colder months, his strong muscles coated in a thin layer of fat

mountaineer!reiner who always asks if you can help him shave even though he is perfectly capable of doing it himself - he just loves the feeling of you softly angling his head to where you want, and brushing your fingers down his soft cheeks

mountaineer!reiner who pretends to not notice you eyeing him as he chops wood outside, and who always 'accidentally' forgets to put on a shirt as he does - he'll have a lopsided grin and a deep blush, but doesn't fail to give you a show as he casually stretches to flex his large biceps and back muscles

mountaineer!reiner who loves the domestic life he lives - chopping wood out back, cooking meals, cleaning the house, fixing the sink in the kitchen and frequent trips into the village where he takes his wife to brunch

mountaineer!reiner who has been cleaning out a spare room little by little for months, almost bouncing in excitement at the possibility that it might be a nursery one day

"hey, sweetheart?" reiner beckoned you to the doorway of the spare room and pointed to the far right corner. "what'ya think about... I dunno, a crib in here soon?"

mountaineer!reiner who loves his life, wife and little slice of paradise and wouldn't trade it for all the riches in the world

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