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pro‑hero bakugo and pro‑hero y/n post a picture together. someone comments, “where’s your top from, y/n?” before y/n can reply, a fan jumps in with, “he’s from japan.” it ends up being the only fan comment bakugo has ever liked.
do you write for porco if yes pls can i ask for porco and scout!reader post rumbling like how they both like each other but it's a huge struggle getting over years of propaganda and the wars against each other but they work it out and super fluffy PLSSSS ill sell my soul
Porco x Scout!Reader Headcanons
This was probably one of the longest headcanons i've done, I'm sorry lol
Porco who slightlyyy warmed up to you during the rumbling. When you’d all been forced to join together. But again, it wasn’t some huge change; he stayed close to Pieck pretty much the entire time, and there hadn’t been much time to really socialize.
Porco who was forced to socialize with you when you’d all become “Peace Ambassadors” you guys were gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time; you didn’t have many other options of companionship. Still it’d been hard. You’d all still held a few grudges, and it really wasn’t anyone's fault.
Porco who still really only talks to the “warriors” sure, you’ve all “made up” but it’s hard to get over everything. I mean you guys destroyed his home. You guys were the reason he had no place to return to after the rumbling, you guys were the reason he was worried about his family's safety.
Porco who ends up alone with you one night. None of you really knew where you were. None of you really cared to know, You’d spent the last few weeks attempting to strike a deal with some old president guy. One who was so overly frustrating to deal with. You’d all be so mentally exhausted that you decided to hit up a bar before heading back home in the morning. You guys weren’t heavy drinkers, at least those of you from the scouts. Reiner had already been dragged out by Jean, Connie and Pieck. While Annie,Mikasa and Armin had disappeared at some point. Leaving just the two of you left behind.
Porco who wasn’t drinking. Or at least not much, it’d been very out of character. Especially after these last few stressful weeks. He’d been more reserved, quieter. And you’d noticed. Of course you did. You thought about getting up, leaving. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t leave him here like this. He wasn’t even drunk, but the way he was carrying himself made you worry. So you moved instead, slowly slotting yourself in beside him. Not saying a word.
Porco who sits with you in a comfortable silence. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence but you definitely know he’s aware that you’re there. Neither of you moving to speak or to leave. This was new. Usually he’d huff and glare at you, throw out some rude remark, or shove you away. Had he really been so upset that he’d allow you to stay?
Porco who speaks first. “You know, I hated you before.” straight to the point, a very monotone voice. You can only hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Even after it all happened. Even after you risked your lives to try and help us save our home.” It’s strange hearing him talk to you like this, his tone doesn’t have any malice behind it, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes either.
Porco who’s never been so soft spoken with you before, not like this. “But you’re just like us. We weren’t any better than you Island Devils.” he meets your eyes before continuing. “I’m sorry.” His apology sounds like it physically pains him to say it. Like he doesn’t entirely believe it’s genuine.
Porco who for some strange reason, ends up in your bed that night. You weren’t drunk, but you really weren’t sure how it happened. Your conversation hadn’t really veered much, you’d just talked about how you felt obligated to join the military at such a young age because it had been the only option you really had. You’d both had similar experiences, despite how “different” you were. Despite what you’d been told about them, or what they’d been taught about you Island Devils. Somehow you’d ended up back in the boat, in your private cabin, naked and under the covers. Not that you were complaining.
Porco who doesn’t leave when he wakes up. The two of you just lay there. In complete silence yet again, but it’s the same as last night. It’s comfortable. It’s different. It’s calming, like you were meant to be here. You’re both just lying there on your sides, watching each other intently. Only going to move when you hear the others panicking about Porco being missing.
Porco who’s warmed up to you a lot more lately. It’s definitely not rushed. He hadn’t just unlearned everything he’d been taught, no; that’d take more time. But you liked this, whatever it was that you two had. He’d find his way into your bed maybe once or twice a week. Even if the two of you didn’t have sex, the late night talking was enough. Sometimes it just left the two of you upset, but it usually resolved itself. It was just hard. Hard learning to love someone you’d been taught to hate.
Porco who’s jealous. He cannot stand when Connie tries to flirt with you, real or not. And it’s not like he can say anything about it. He’d be found out immediately, whatever this was, was completely out of character for him. He hates when random men start flirting with you, getting way too close and way too touchy. That was his job.
Porco who knows he’s gotta get over whatever ego he has left. Knows he needs to work his way through whatever resentment he holds towards you, and your people. He knows it’s not worth losing a good thing over. He’d seen Niccolo, how much happier he’d been. Sure Niccolo hadn’t just forgotten everything overnight, but he’d found someone worth challenging his views for. And Porco knew he’d found that person for him too.
Porco who’s trying his best. For you. He won’t risk this. Not after what little freedoms Marley had taken from him. He hadn’t been allowed to have a relationship while in the military, or at least the limitations of being a titan shifter hadn’t allowed him that. But now he had this, he wasn’t living with a timer ticking over his head. Wasn’t worried about leaving anyone behind. He doesn’t have to worry about rushing into having kids. And he won’t ever have to worry about having his kids in the military. He gets to take his time with you.
Porco who’s gentle with you. And gentle is definitely not a word others would use to describe him. He was brash, rude and so very passive aggressive. But he wasn’t like that with you anymore. Didn’t have to be. He wasn’t protecting himself from anything or anyone, you weren’t like the rest. You were special to him. Someone he found himself confiding in, someone he bared himself naked to. Someone he allowed himself to feel more for.
Porco who walks around with his hand around your waist, on the small of your back. He’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of people knowing, it was just that he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it yet, so he showed his possessiveness like this. Nobody came near you when they were way too scared of him. You were off limits the moment word started spreading.
Porco who’s constantly in your cabin. The others know not to turn the ship inside out while looking for him. Because 99.99% of the time he’s in your room. He enjoys spending his time there, he’d even added his own touch among your stuff. It had become less of your room and more of your room. He moved his clothes into the dresser, his few belongings into the bedside table. He’d bought a picture frame and commissioned a street artist to draw the two of you. It was domestic, something he never thought he could have.
Porco who basks in it all. He loves the affection he receives from you. How he never had to directly ask for it, it was like you knew. And you did. You knew he kept coming back because he enjoyed your presence, it’d have been weird if not. You knew he liked it when you’d run your fingers through his hair. Or slowly rubbing his back after sex. You knew his quirks. How he actually preferred being alone. He wasn’t a drinker, the only reason he’d done it before was for stress, but now he had you. And he definitely wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.
do you write for porco if yes pls can i ask for porco and scout!reader post rumbling like how they both like each other but it's a huge struggle getting over years of propaganda and the wars against each other but they work it out and super fluffy PLSSSS ill sell my soul
Porco x Scout!Reader Headcanons
This was probably one of the longest headcanons i've done, I'm sorry lol
Porco who slightlyyy warmed up to you during the rumbling. When you’d all been forced to join together. But again, it wasn’t some huge change; he stayed close to Pieck pretty much the entire time, and there hadn’t been much time to really socialize.
Porco who was forced to socialize with you when you’d all become “Peace Ambassadors” you guys were gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time; you didn’t have many other options of companionship. Still it’d been hard. You’d all still held a few grudges, and it really wasn’t anyone's fault.
Porco who still really only talks to the “warriors” sure, you’ve all “made up” but it’s hard to get over everything. I mean you guys destroyed his home. You guys were the reason he had no place to return to after the rumbling, you guys were the reason he was worried about his family's safety.
Porco who ends up alone with you one night. None of you really knew where you were. None of you really cared to know, You’d spent the last few weeks attempting to strike a deal with some old president guy. One who was so overly frustrating to deal with. You’d all be so mentally exhausted that you decided to hit up a bar before heading back home in the morning. You guys weren’t heavy drinkers, at least those of you from the scouts. Reiner had already been dragged out by Jean, Connie and Pieck. While Annie,Mikasa and Armin had disappeared at some point. Leaving just the two of you left behind.
Porco who wasn’t drinking. Or at least not much, it’d been very out of character. Especially after these last few stressful weeks. He’d been more reserved, quieter. And you’d noticed. Of course you did. You thought about getting up, leaving. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t leave him here like this. He wasn’t even drunk, but the way he was carrying himself made you worry. So you moved instead, slowly slotting yourself in beside him. Not saying a word.
Porco who sits with you in a comfortable silence. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence but you definitely know he’s aware that you’re there. Neither of you moving to speak or to leave. This was new. Usually he’d huff and glare at you, throw out some rude remark, or shove you away. Had he really been so upset that he’d allow you to stay?
Porco who speaks first. “You know, I hated you before.” straight to the point, a very monotone voice. You can only hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Even after it all happened. Even after you risked your lives to try and help us save our home.” It’s strange hearing him talk to you like this, his tone doesn’t have any malice behind it, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes either.
Porco who’s never been so soft spoken with you before, not like this. “But you’re just like us. We weren’t any better than you Island Devils.” he meets your eyes before continuing. “I’m sorry.” His apology sounds like it physically pains him to say it. Like he doesn’t entirely believe it’s genuine.
Porco who for some strange reason, ends up in your bed that night. You weren’t drunk, but you really weren’t sure how it happened. Your conversation hadn’t really veered much, you’d just talked about how you felt obligated to join the military at such a young age because it had been the only option you really had. You’d both had similar experiences, despite how “different” you were. Despite what you’d been told about them, or what they’d been taught about you Island Devils. Somehow you’d ended up back in the boat, in your private cabin, naked and under the covers. Not that you were complaining.
Porco who doesn’t leave when he wakes up. The two of you just lay there. In complete silence yet again, but it’s the same as last night. It’s comfortable. It’s different. It’s calming, like you were meant to be here. You’re both just lying there on your sides, watching each other intently. Only going to move when you hear the others panicking about Porco being missing.
Porco who’s warmed up to you a lot more lately. It’s definitely not rushed. He hadn’t just unlearned everything he’d been taught, no; that’d take more time. But you liked this, whatever it was that you two had. He’d find his way into your bed maybe once or twice a week. Even if the two of you didn’t have sex, the late night talking was enough. Sometimes it just left the two of you upset, but it usually resolved itself. It was just hard. Hard learning to love someone you’d been taught to hate.
Porco who’s jealous. He cannot stand when Connie tries to flirt with you, real or not. And it’s not like he can say anything about it. He’d be found out immediately, whatever this was, was completely out of character for him. He hates when random men start flirting with you, getting way too close and way too touchy. That was his job.
Porco who knows he’s gotta get over whatever ego he has left. Knows he needs to work his way through whatever resentment he holds towards you, and your people. He knows it’s not worth losing a good thing over. He’d seen Niccolo, how much happier he’d been. Sure Niccolo hadn’t just forgotten everything overnight, but he’d found someone worth challenging his views for. And Porco knew he’d found that person for him too.
Porco who’s trying his best. For you. He won’t risk this. Not after what little freedoms Marley had taken from him. He hadn’t been allowed to have a relationship while in the military, or at least the limitations of being a titan shifter hadn’t allowed him that. But now he had this, he wasn’t living with a timer ticking over his head. Wasn’t worried about leaving anyone behind. He doesn’t have to worry about rushing into having kids. And he won’t ever have to worry about having his kids in the military. He gets to take his time with you.
Porco who’s gentle with you. And gentle is definitely not a word others would use to describe him. He was brash, rude and so very passive aggressive. But he wasn’t like that with you anymore. Didn’t have to be. He wasn’t protecting himself from anything or anyone, you weren’t like the rest. You were special to him. Someone he found himself confiding in, someone he bared himself naked to. Someone he allowed himself to feel more for.
Porco who walks around with his hand around your waist, on the small of your back. He’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of people knowing, it was just that he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it yet, so he showed his possessiveness like this. Nobody came near you when they were way too scared of him. You were off limits the moment word started spreading.
Porco who’s constantly in your cabin. The others know not to turn the ship inside out while looking for him. Because 99.99% of the time he’s in your room. He enjoys spending his time there, he’d even added his own touch among your stuff. It had become less of your room and more of your room. He moved his clothes into the dresser, his few belongings into the bedside table. He’d bought a picture frame and commissioned a street artist to draw the two of you. It was domestic, something he never thought he could have.
Porco who basks in it all. He loves the affection he receives from you. How he never had to directly ask for it, it was like you knew. And you did. You knew he kept coming back because he enjoyed your presence, it’d have been weird if not. You knew he liked it when you’d run your fingers through his hair. Or slowly rubbing his back after sex. You knew his quirks. How he actually preferred being alone. He wasn’t a drinker, the only reason he’d done it before was for stress, but now he had you. And he definitely wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.
Exboyfriend!Porco who you can’t get rid of but also can’t seem to live without. He won’t let you.
warnings/notes :college au no complaining bc yall love this toxic man || p in v, overstimm, squirting, cursing, exboyfriend!porco, toxic!porco, f!reader, minimal proofread
Exboyfriend!Porco who ends up being more of a situationship than an ex because “you’re not allowed to date other guys.” You tell him he’s toxic, (and he is) but he justifies it by telling you that it’s “okay” if you don’t want to be his girlfriend anymore. You’re allowed that. It just also means you can’t be anyone else’s girlfriend either. But the breakup is so fresh that you comply, telling yourself that it’s just to keep him off your tits for now (figuratively and literally).
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Exboyfriend!Porco Who still talks and texts you everyday like you’re still his girlfriend. Calling you “babe” or “Princess” even though you ignore the endearments and tell him to stop. He doesn’t, and he never plans to because you “broke up with him, not the other way around”. He’s not dating anyone else so who else is he supposed to call babe? And calling someone else Princess?? “Fucking forget it, princess. I’m not doing that.”
Exboyfriend!Porco who still needs your location. He says it’s because no one can keep you safe like he can. Mostly because you’re 90% sure he’d actually kill someone, and the other 10% is just to make yourself feel better by saying he wouldn’t. You and him both know it’s because he wants to make sure you’re not going out on dates, or staying out super late at some random location he’s never seen you at. Lest you’re at some guy’s house or something and then he’s blowing up your phone with “wya princess” texts until you tell him you’re back at your dorm, and he sees you’re telling the truth. He just wants to keep you safe!! (And gatekeep that pussy).
Exboyfriend!Porco, who speaking of pussy, knows exactly when you’re needy. He knows your limit. How long you can hold off getting any until you’re basically pushed into heat. So every time you get that “Dtf?” text, you wait 5 minutes before texting him back so that you don’t look so desperate. In reality that’s just how long it takes you to freshen up, grab an overnight bag, and find your keys. Because one of his better qualities is that you know the dick is good, and it’s not like you have a roster anyway so might as well. You know he wants you too.
Exboyfriend!Porco who fucks you better now that you’re broken up? How does that even work? Maybe it’s because you’re not constantly getting some anymore, or maybe it really is that he’s purposely fucking you better, but who fucking cares right now. His dick feels so fucking good inside you. It’s familiar, comforting even, “your pussy is fucking molded to my dick, babe. This pussy wouldn’t fit right on anyone’s dick but mine.” You hate that he’s right. You don’t admit it either, but he can tell by the way your eyes are rolling back and that high pitched moan that muffles against the mattress. As if you’re vocally agreeing. Maybe you are.
Exboyfriend!Porco who has one hand on the back of your head, pushing your fucked out face into the mattress, and the other on the wall to brace himself as he slams his hips into you. Demanding that you tell him you still belong to him. That his dick is the only one you crave bullying your insides. Demanding to make sure you know not to act up and out and think you can be with anyone else except him. Girlfriend/Boyfriend titles be damned. No one was going to fuck with his “princess pussy”.
Exboyfriend!Porco who smacks your ass red, chanting “say it” at whatever he asked you to say. But you were so close again, yes again, that you can’t remember what he asked you to say. All you could focus on was the way his dick slid against your sopping pussy. How good it sounded too, wet and loud.
Exboyfriend!Porco had you ass up face down so that he could get at your clit. Rubbing his fingers rapidly against it, still coated in his cum, because hello, he was also the only guy who could fuck you raw!! Two, Three fingers from his other hand shoved into your pussy, hooking you in place. And he was the only one who knew how to make you… “Porco wait I’m going to–“ but before you could finish your sentence you were finishing all over him, the sheets, and the wall behind him in your juices. He was the only one who has ever made you squirt. He was the only one who knew how to do it. Overstimming your poor puffy pussy until she was literally crying.
Exboyfriend!Porco hummed a “Fuuuuck yea princess. I love when she sobs for me.” While your heart pounded inside your chest and your breath humid and heavy against the sheets. Your body spent from the multiple rounds Porco had fucked you into. But you didn’t care… you really needed your pussy taken care of.
Exboyfriend!Porco, despite his toxic nature, does love you. He’s equal parts obsessed and in love with you. He misses you so much, but knows that if he applies too much pressure, you won’t take him back. He believes knows you two belong together. He just needs to wait for you to realize it too.
Exboyfriend!Porco is soothing your raw red ass as you drift off to sleep. Mean hands now soft and careful as he rubs your cheeks. He whispers how much he loves you. How sorry he is. “For?” You murmur against his chest. “I don’t know babe, pick out anything wrong with me and I’m sorry about it.” You’d remind him that’s not how apologies work but you’re so tired… and how he’s holding you is so nice, you don’t want to ruin it by starting an argument. You remember why you broke up with him.
Exboyfriend!Porco who is most definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, he doesn’t come in any other form, Toxic!Porco. And you hate that you still love him and willing to take him back. Why did we break up? A mantra that permanently played in your head, every time you found yourself getting fucked by him. Again and again and again…
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
Tags: Porco/fem!reader, smut, porn what plot, dom/sub dynamics, angry sex, guns, asphyxiation, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink, dacryphilia, doggy, mating press, dirty talk, maybe a lil bit of a breeding kink…yeah, I think that was it. Takes place during Eren’s infiltration of Marley!
Click.
“Don’t. Move.”
You freeze. Cold steel hits the back of your nape, already slick with sweat.
You don’t dare turn your head to see who it is. But you also don’t have to – because you know that voice. You’ve spent the last couple of months surrounded by it – whether it be when you’d joked around on the training grounds while beating the living shit out of each other, or behind closed doors in his private quarters (courtesy of being an Honorary Marleyan and a Warrior at that), the most delicious filth whispered in each other’s ears in tandem with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of strangled moans and cries of equal amounts of pain and pleasure.
But right now, his voice is cold and hard. Like the steel digging uncomfortably into your neck.
“Who are you?” he demands.
“Amanda Wagner, sergeant, 49th Division!” you recite, like a response learned by heart.
Because it is.
A name and an identity which isn’t yours, but which you stole when you followed Eren to Marley.
You were supposed to bring him back, as well as gather intel on the Warrior Unit while you were here.
That’s also why you’d approached Porco in the first place. You didn’t want to get too close to Reiner and Annie, in case they recognised you, and Zeke is too high up in the hierarchy to get easy access to. Pieck seemed too cold to bother with a stranger several ranks below her, so that left Porco.
And it’s not that you complain. He’s fun, strong, and pleasant to look at. And the sex…God, just thinking about it makes your insides clench, even now when he’s holding you at literal gunpoint.
In the beginning, you’d told yourself you only did it for the sake of the mission.
The first time it happened, you’d been drunk and so had he. Your shared touches had become lingering, heated, until at some point, you’d found yourself pressed against a wall, one leg propped over Porco’s shoulder while he thrust into you. One of his arms had been braced against the wall beside your head, his hand placed over your mouth to keep you silent while he fucked you in the shared kitchen in the barracks.
That had been your first time together. And when you’d both come down from your high, his eyes had softened and he’d kissed your forehead, promising you that the next time, he’d take his time with you and make love to you in a real bed.
And he’d made good of that promise.
Many times.
The two of you must’ve defiled every possible surface of his private quarters, and a good part of the shared facilities in the barracks too. His bed, of course, but also the floor, the walls, the shower, his desk, with you bent over it and him behind you, one hand on the small of your back to keep you nice and open for him, the other circling your clit in a pattern making stars explode before your eyes.
Porco’s next words snap you back to the present.
“But that’s not really your name, is it?”
His voice has turned silky. Threatening. Like the voice he sometimes uses when he orders you not to cum before he tells you to.
“Is it?” he hisses when you don’t answer, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against your neck.
You gulp. “No.”
“What is it, then?”
You whisper your name. Your real name.
“And why are you here?” he asks.
His breath tickles in your ear and you suddenly realise how close he’s standing. His hard chest pressed against your back, his hand not holding the gun slowly trailing up your waist, caressing your ribs, before he brushes past the side of your breast and up along your neck. His fingers linger there for a moment before he almost gently wraps them around your throat, just as he moves the gun to your temple.
He squeezes lightly. As an encouragement. Or a threat.
“I was supposed to gather intel on the Warrior Unit,” you admit.
It’s not because you’re afraid of dying that you tell him. No, it’s because you can’t bear the twinge of betrayal in his voice. Of hurt.
God, you never meant for this to happen. For you to care for him, and you never meant for him to actually catch feelings for you.
But it happened, and now, here you are.
“Supposed to?” he repeats, his grip around your throat tightening further.
It’s starting to get uncomfortable, and you just know his fingers are bound to leave bruising marks.
The thought both scares and excites you.
“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I…I don’t care about that anymore. I-- I just want--”
He must’ve caught the breathiness in your voice. The silent plea – for his forgiveness, for his mercy, for him. You can feel the heat emanating from him as well as the unmistakable hardness suddenly pressing against the small of your back.
“Please,” you whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good. You can do whatever you want with me, just…just forgive me, please.”
You know you sound pathetic, but you don’t care. Besides, judging from the way Porco’s cock twitches against your back at your pleading, he doesn’t mind it either.
But then again, he’s always been the more dominant of the two of you – always a sucker for you whenever you beg.
For the first time since he confronted you, you dare move. It’s almost imperceptible, just a tiny lift of your chin – just so that you can get a glimpse of his face.
His jaw is set, conflicting emotions flickering across his face. But he doesn’t pull the trigger. Instead, his grey eyes seek yours, and it’s as if something inside him snaps. Pupils dilating and with a pink flush across his high cheekbones, he slackens his grip on your throat slightly, allowing you to take a deep, shuddering intake of breath.
“On the bed,” he orders. “If you so much as think of making a run for it…I will shoot.”
You do as he says, even if it feels like your legs can barely function. Porco’s hand moves from your throat to your waist to support you, almost as if on instinct. As if he still cares.
You crawl onto the bed, then turn around to face him.
“Strip.”
You obey. The gun is still pointed straight at your forehead, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother you. On the other hand, it’s strangely…thrilling. Exhilarating. Only serving to heighten your senses.
First, your shirt goes. Cool air hits your already perked nipples, hardening them even further. You can see Porco’s Adam’s apple bob as his gaze fixes on them. Then, your pants together with the military boots until you’re only wearing your undergarments.
You press your thighs together, embarrassed by the wet spot already evident between your legs.
But Porco will have none of that.
“I said. Strip.”
You hurry to remove your very last piece of clothing, now laying completely bare before him. It makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, especially with him fully clothed.
“Let me see.”
You spread your legs for him. His eyes fix on your glistening core and he lets out a low, strangled groan.
“Touch yourself for me.”
From the way his voice has turned hoarse, the way his eyes darken and his attention on the gun he’s holding wavers, you just know his cold mask is starting to crack.
You can’t help the small smile playing around your lips as you let one hand trail down over your stomach while the other grabs your breast, kneading and rolling your nipple. You jolt as soon as your fingers finally reach your soaked pussy.
But as soon as you start touching yourself, you just know that that’s not what you want.
It’s not enough.
Even as you dip two, three fingers into your throbbing hole, desperately pumping them in and out while your palm delivers much needed friction to your clit, it’s not enough. Because your own fingers can’t compare to his. They’re thinner, shorter, and you can’t reach as deep or get the angle just right like he can.
You let out a low whine. “P-p-please…I-I-I need you.”
Porco’s eyes have almost turned black, his lips slightly parted and jaw slack as he looks at you. Your gaze shifts to the prominent bulge in his pants and you reach out a hand towards him.
For a split second, you think he’s just going to stand there, watching you...but then, he pounces.
He just has enough self-awareness to put the safety back on his gun before he places it on the nightstand, and then, he’s on you.
His entire body cages you in, arms braced on each side of your head before he catches your lips in a bruising kiss. When you bite his bottom lip, he groans and starts rutting against you, not caring that your slick is going to stain his pants.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the friction, your hips bucking up against him. He pauses for a moment, just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and remove his pants.
All moisture leaves your mouth as his cock springs free, thick and veiny and perfectly curved, as if it were made to hit that spongey spot inside you that makes your brain short-circuit. His tip is tinged red and already leaking pre-cum.
Instinctively, you open your mouth, and Porco doesn’t hesitate to accept the invitation. One of his hands finds your hair, fingers curling into the strands before he slams his cock into your throat.
Almost unhinging your jaw to let him deeper in, you relax the back of your throat until your nose is pressed against the golden hair at the base of his cock. Tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes, but just before they can spill down your cheeks, he pulls out again.
“F-fuck.” He drags out the curse, voice strained as he starts fucking into your mouth.
You gag around him, eyes glazed and wet with tears as you look up at Porco above you, watching the way his toned stomach flexes with every thrust, the way his biceps bulge when he grips your hair harder to keep you in place.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself again?” he barks, and your hands freeze on their way towards your neglected pussy.
You hadn’t even noticed you’d been moving them.
“You wanted this, right?” he snarls. “Then, don’t you dare touch yourself again before I tell you to.”
A dripple of spit escapes the corner of your mouth as you give a tiny nod.
“Good girl,” he coos, and you feel your hole clench around nothing at the praise.
He continues to thrust into your mouth, his pace increasing. You hollow your cheeks, doing your best to use your tongue to press against the underside of his cock, swirling around that spot you just know sends him spiralling every time.
You know he’s close when his thrusts turn sloppier, his cock growing impossibly bigger inside your mouth – but as you brace yourself to swallow his load, he almost shoves you away from him.
“Not yet,” he grits out.
You let out a yelp as he suddenly moves again, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your ass into the air. Next thing you know, his hand is in your hair again, lifting your chin and forcing your back to arch. His other hand grabs your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lines up his cock at your entrance.
And when he finally, finally rolls his hips, it’s embarrassing, how easily he slides in.
Mouth agape and eyes closed, you feel yourself stretch to accommodate him, every ridge and vein of his cock adding to the mind-numbing pleasure. He grunts as he bottoms out, his tip just touching your cervix before he pulls back, then slamming back in.
You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your scream, but a loud smack to your ass cheek, makes you jerk up again.
“Let me hear you. Let everyone hear how pretty you sound when I fuck you.”
Porco curses when he feels your pussy clench around his cock. “You like that, hm? You like the idea of others hearing you? Hearing us? Or did you like it when I called you pretty?”
He grits his teeth as you clench around him again. He increases his pace, hips snapping fast and loudly against yours, the sound only interrupted by your screams and cries and pleas as you urge him to fuck you even faster, even harder.
“Oh, fuck, I wanna see your face when you cum,” he groans as he feels you getting close and, before you know it, he has flipped you onto your back and slung your legs over his shoulders.
It’s a good thing training as a Scout has made you flexible, you think as he literally folds you in half, his chest pressed against yours as he enters you again, driving impossibly even deeper into your dripping heat.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers. He wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “Just let it go. God, you look so pretty like this. Yeah, just like that, ngh…yes, fuck.”
You cum. Hard. Pleasure courses through your veins, so intoxicating that you might as well have been drunk with it.
Porco’s movements turn sloppier as your pussy flutters repeatedly around him, driving him towards his own release.
“Y-y-you…need t-t-to…pull out!” you gasp, just as you feel him twitch inside you, seconds away from his own undoing.
“No,” he hisses.
Your eyes widen in shock.
“You’re mine and you’re gonna take it. You said you were sorry, yeah? Said I could do anything I wanted with you, right? Well, I want you to fucking take it.”
And with one final thrust, he spills his load inside you, hot spurts of liquid coating your walls and filling you up. He keeps his cock there, as if he wants to make sure that no drop is spilled, even as he carefully swipes a stray lock of hair away from your face before kissing away your tears.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice so much softer than it was only moments before.
His eyes are no longer cold, his expression no longer hard. No, instead he looks like he is the one begging you.
You send him a teary, but genuine smile.
“I’m yours.”
AN: Haha I've never written or posted anything like this before...like, the only smut I've posted so far is sweet consent-heavy Levi fingering Reader, so this is definitely a step up from that lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading!
healthcare major! porco x healthcare major! reader
established relationship!
request by @novalovesporco
with you guys being in the same healthcare program, your schedules practically mirror each other. same lectures, same endless labs, and a ridiculous amount of forced study time together that ultimately occasionally leads to burnout
you guys are both hot-headed and stubborn, so spending 24/7 together means the tension will occasionally boil over
a petty debate over a concept or one word being off for a definition turns into a full-blown argument arguing over who's being more passive aggressive, then ending with one of you (usually porco) slamming a notebook shut and storming off for a mandatory "cooling off period"
but this period never lasts more than a few hours. porco is too stubborn to actually apologize out loud, but he will quietly show up back to your study spot, set a fresh drink on your desk without looking at you, and sit back down like nothing happened
when studying together, he would be such a noise hypocrite. he will aggressively flip pages, tap his pen, and sigh like the weight of the world is on his shoulders, but if you make one quiet clicking noise with your mechanical pencil, he glares at you like you just set off an alarm
mutual quiz sessions turn into heated competitions. he tests you with a smug smirk, calling you out the second you get a detail wrong. and when you catch him making a mistake, he narrows his eyes, snatches his flashcards back, and argues that "the phrasing of the question was bad"
under the table, physical contact is his quiet way of staying grounded
while he's working through a difficult chapter, his leg will rest firmly against yours, or he will hook his ankle around yours and leave it there for the rest of the session
or just a casual hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly whenever he feels you tense up
if he sees you overstressed or overwhelmed, he will intervene
one thing he will do is manhandle your posture. he will walk up behind your chair, dig his thumbs firmly into the knotted muscles in your shoulders, and press down until you are forced to exhale and drop your shoulders
if he sees you staring blankly at study material for more than five minutes, he will take it away and say:
"brain's dead. put it away, we're done for the night"
porco will bring you high-protein food and smoothies he prepped because he knows you forget to eat actual food when you're overwhelmed
this also helps him stick to an eating schedule because he also gets overwhelmed and forgets to eat. but if he is making sure you eat, it reminds him to
will be your biggest hype man if you start venting to him and go on completely unhinged rants. whether it's about bad professors, or impossible exams, he will sit there nodding along, matching your aggression, and validating every single complaint
i think dates with him would look like...
late night car dates. most likely when you both have to pull each other away from the screens. would consist of driving with the windows down just to blast loud music, pulling into an empty parking lot to eat greasy takeout on the hood of his car and complain about school until 2 AM
you guys would definitely prefer zero brain power outings. whether it's going to an arcade or a bowling alley. porco likes anything physical so he can blow off some steam but also try and beat your high scores while trying to make you laugh
post exam crashes in his room!!! order way too much food, lay on the floor sprawled out (most likely your head resting on his legs or chest) listen to music, and fall asleep watching dumb movies without bringing up anything remotely academic. all of your responsibilities after the exams are disregarded during these times
if you ever forget your jacket and are cold during class (well... anywhere), he won't offer you his hoodie outright. first, he will dramatically complain about how hot he is, strip off his hoodie, toss it directly into your lap, and act like you're doing him a favor by holding it
if you are ever doubting your abilities or talking down on yourself, he will interrupt you mid-sentence, a scowl on his face:
"shut up. you know this stuff better than half the damn idiots in our cohort, so stop acting stupid"
but if you are getting upset to the point of tears, his defensive edge completely vanishes. porco will pull you into a firm, tight hug, wrap both arms around you, and let you hide your face in his chest until you feel grounded again
he also won't let anyone talk trash about your work ethic. if a classmate or professor makes a snide comment about your lab performance, porco will immediately jump in with a sharp and defensive remark to shut them down. and then get annoyed at you later for "making him act like that in public"
(and he's never saying that you can't handle it yourself. he just can't stand to hear anyone talk negative about you)
loud, possessive, public affection is easy for him because it feels like a claim; quiet, intimate tenderness catches him completely off guard because it bypasses all his tough, competitive armor and strikes directly at how vulnerable he feels for you.
some examples
porco can shamelessly pull you in by the waist and lay a deep kiss on you right in front of your entire lab cohort without blinking an eye. but the second you reach up and softly brush a stray hair out of his eyes, his brain completely short-circuits, and his ears burn bright red
he is the first one to pull you into an empty stairwell between lectures for a rough, passionate make out session to blow off steam. yet, if you stop him mid-kiss just to gently cup his cheek, giving him a soft and affectionate smile, his eyes will go wide, throat tightening, and he mutters a breathless:
"don't look at me like that"
while being unable to maintain eye contact
notes: please forgive me, i am still working on how i want to format these!
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you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
summary: ur in a college friend group w the bakusquad!
content: modern!au & college!au, drinking, partying, tw: vomiting, based on my experiences in college and my friends', you have Moments👀 w each of them hehe
note: a total ramble based on this ask from my lovely mootie.. i got carried away but i love college au sm 🥹
katsuki is a chemical engineering major, honors, and really stupid good at it. like i'm talking straight As, dean's list every semester, crazy stacked linkedin... fuck him
he doesn't really do parties. his top choice would be staying in, but if he had to pick, i feel like he'd fw smaller dorm functions. you and bakusquad are relentless though, so he gets pulled along when you guys wanna go out
usually sober. the one time he did get totally wasted was his freshman year when his competitive streak got the best of him. some guy made the mistake of challenging him, called him a pussy and said he couldn't take as many shots as he could... yeah that got him
it was you of all people that finally dragged him away from that stupid drinking contest
you walked him back to his dorm in the freezing cold, the whole time he slurred on and on about how he "isn't fucking done" that he's "gonna show that stupid extra" ... all while clinging to your arm, leaning way too much of his weight onto you, his face occasionally pressing into your shoulder where he muttered through gritted teeth about how warm you are...
you rubbed his back and brushed his hair from his forehead when he threw up into the toilet, and every time he drunkenly mumbled "i won, right... i beat that idiot, i won, it was me..." you reassured him in the same calm, but tired voice: "yes, bakugou, you did." which eased him in a way that he does Not want to dwell on
you tucked him into bed carefully and stayed that entire night just to keep an eye on him
the hangover he woke up with was fucking crazy too. so 0/10. he's NEVER doing that again
you are sworn to secrecy about that Incident. he made it VERY clear that if ts gets out ur cooked as shit 😭😭
so yea, fuck alc. drinks rarely, absolutely hates the stupidity that comes with it plus it tastes like ass. he becomes designated driver once u guys start going to bars or clubs further off campus (and yes, is so grumpy about it to ur faces lols)
bakugou lowk worries ab you drinking too much, esp since his own experience, but shows it in his own weird way... says some shit like "don't get all bitchy with me when i have 10 ugly ass photos of you throwing up everywhere if you keep drinking like that."
if you do have a little too much, he's got your back like you had his, no question. he never does forget about that, always has a quiet eye on you and will silently return the favor any time he needs to.
study sessions with bakugou can be brutal... his patience is practically non existent and he calls you stupid way too many times to count. but at the end of the day, he's smart as shit and has good advice.
he's a bit nicer to you when studying (by bakugou standards at least) and he doesn't even realize it until kirishima points it out lol (he's dead for that). he's v proud of you himself when you get a good grade on smth he helped with
kirishima is an exercise science/kinesiology major! (bakugou says it's not a real science💔) he likely wants to work in health and fitness, or as a physical therapist! still figuring it out but his heart is in the right place, wants to help people
he's not much of a drinker either. usually gets buzzed, save for the few times he does go all in.
he gets sooo much touchier when he's tipsy. an arm is always around someone, and when you're sitting next to him he's always close enough that you're touching in some way. thigh to thigh, his arm pressing against yours.
also very likely to initiate hugs out of the blue when he's like that, and when i tell you his hugs are just the best... his arms are so strong so warm and all enveloping... aand sometimes he accidentally lifts you off the ground. oops
just bc he's sweet doesn't mean he's tolerant. the first person usually to call out and come in between you and any dude being unmanly at parties or when you're just out and about.
definitely the type to be all "hey... i just wanna say... i love you guys so much, like for real..."
i'm half and half on him being in a frat, like i can kinda see it but also not? unsure.... but if he was he'd be one of the Good Ones
he is definitely a gym bro FS tho. always at the campus gym bright and early every morning with bakugou (his designated gym buddy)
he's the nicest guy there, despite prolly being the most jacked and therefore intimidating looking. i feel like a lot of people are surprised by how genuinely kind and personable he is because he's lowk built like a tank
when you mentioned wanting to get into gym, he obvs goes all in, and eventually the three of you going together becomes routine. i can also see some morning jogs thrown in here and there
kirishima is always down for late night runs to get food - 7/11, local pizza place, ice cream - whatever you're craving. hit him up and he's outside your dorm in 5. you guys usually walk, and if you forget a jacket when it's a particularly chilly night, he does the manly thing & pulls his off to put over your shoulders, giving it to you.
(and when you get back to the dorms after getting your food, he tells you to keep it)
denki was on some electrical engineering major shit, and was actually decent at it, but he hated the work.. so he's business now 😭✌️
he's always playing in everyone's face: "darnnn.. i have to go do THREE coloring sheets tonight instead of two... man business is SO hard!"
he knows exactly what he's doing (rage baiting bakugou, who's taking calc 3)
he is also the frat dude ever. me thinks. not in the bad way! just... it's very evident that he wants game... like bad.....
he strikes me as the type to puff his chest out, give girls his name, and tell em they can say they 'know a brother' to get into parties LMFAOO
lowkey a snapchat warrior too that snap score is higher than the avg sorority girls' and he's always sending risky shirtless mirror pics
(someone save him)
beneath all that though, denki's just a guy figuring himself out! he has his vulnerable moments, and i need to make it clear that he's NOT a player or a fuck boy, just a guy who wants someone, y'know? and hey, who doesn't
he definitely becomes more secure in himself as the years go on and while he's still flirty and silly, it's a less to validate himself and more because that's how he is naturally
he's invited to girls night on occasion. he and mina are real close, total gossip buddies, and you're somehow always present for their info dumps. they always Know about what's going on.. and it's very entertaining to see them piece things together.
he lowkey dresses a BIT like a performative male, but it's ok cuz it's him. he's just actually into fashion. (mina and him go thrifting tg!!)
he's brain rotted as FUCK and is always spamming you with his entire fyp smh. but ykw... that's twin bc he will ALWAYS get your references 🥹 his lingo does make bakugou genuinely want to tear him apart tho (bc bkg's so chronically OFFline, like - "what the FUCK does unempluzz even MEAN dunceface?!" )
sero is lowkey undecided on his major... doing gen eds for now but leaning business cuz it's lax
Not much of a drinker imo, i feel like he just doesn't take alc well and prefers getting high anyway
speaking of that he is The Guy if you wanna get smth. always has something? we do not know where he gets his shit from (say's he "knows a guy" all nonchalant and doesn't elaborate) but he has it. usually either smokes or pops an eddie
he's not avid with it, uses it recreationally with friends and to relax and feel good
he's definitely right there with bakugou making sure everyone gets home at the end of the day. he's a chill dude, but not afraid to dryly call out people when they're being weird, so you and the girls are quite safe from unwanted advances when you're out.
i can lowkey envision him being that one dude on campus with a fuck ass skateboard
OH him and denki also are always on those stupid electric scooters titanic style when they have the cash to rent them😭😭 (they eat shit like 3 minutes later)
he's the quiet sort of enabler, totally instigates with denki but is laid back about it
honestly i bet a lotta people have a crush on him... like he's tall, he's funny, he's cute, and he's got that whole stoner thing really going for him... definitely more than one person's campus crush
late night conversations with him while you smoke are always strangely deep & much needed after stressful exam weeks
mina my girl is also undecided U_U" she's tried it all! lowkey forgot ab gen eds and took a whole bunch if electives her first year so she is a liiittle behind... will probably end up either doing interdisciplinary studies or catch up and commit to fashion design, art, or marketing!
she's in tooons of clubs and knows so many people on campus. and i totally see her being that one girl whose fits and makeup are always tea.. she'd be known for being big on fashion
you guys go shopping together when you can (i esp see her being a big thrifter!!) and she'd TOTALLY want to do your makeup and get you all done up if you'd let her ^^
both of u are joint at the HIP when ur drunk (and hey, maybe you've kissed like once when u were reaally gone) but usually you're js holding each other's arms, giggling at everything around you
she backs you up on anything fr. whenever you're having a little jest with the bakugou or denki, she's always supporting your side and instigating on your behalf. says it's girl code
jirou - listen. i am a jirou is in the bakusquad truther ok. she's def majoring in music production, or sound engineering !!
hanging with her is always so chill. i feel like she's the kind of person you can do your own thing with side by side and it's just so calm.
she observes a lot more than she shares, so going to her for advice and grounding conversations is the best choice.
you guys actually have a lot of surprisingly vulnerable conversations, things like insecurities.. your goals.. your worries.
that's a lot from jirou, i wouldn't say she's a totally closed off person but i do think she guards her heart. and the fact that she trusts you enough to have these conversations with you is a testament to your friendship
she hates frats because 1) their music sucks and 2) there's too many sleazy guys there. definitely with bakugou on preferring smaller dorm functions. she drinks a little, but has never gotten past a decent tipsy.
teaming up w her against denki is like, the funniest thing to do. banter is unmatched, and you all know it's just a gag at the end of the day
girls nights with mina and jirou are the beeest, you all stay up past 4 am in your dorm just talking about like.. literally everything. (RA does knock and give you a warning to stay quiet bc mina for the life of her can't stop laughing at some point LMAO)
when bakugou and kirishima finally got an apartment off campus, their place became THE hangout spot me thinks
as a whole group you guys totally have movie nights ^_^
and, yes, in the end the girls choice always wins. denki and sero def want some marvel movie on, kirishima wants everyone to be fair (but also lowkey wants the marvel movie).. bakugou think you're all idiots and that you should just PICK something already. (3 seconds away from crushing the remote in his hands)
but yeah, in the end you guys end up watching mean girls hehe, and denki won't freaking stop quoting it after ("she doesn't even go here!")
may blabs: oh my yappathon. mb chat.. my bakugou and kirishima bias is rlly showing FUCKK. those r my boys ok
also im coping and romanticizing college rn cuz I AM NOT OKAY !!! getting humbled on the daily holy chopped. sorry for typos, barely proofread - i'll edit when i notice them lol
summary: miscellaneous messages btwn you and your bf! (continued! — previous part)
content: smau! fluff, crack. suggestive. swearing. kind of long…
note: the way this has been collecting dust in my drafts since feb. imagine bad bunny's calvin klein campaign but w bkg 🤤🤤
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may blabs: Durrlings are a may special bc i fr call them that. no hating on them bc i love them and they're so cute. ok
btw special thank u to the mooties that i bothered w this: @updownandbatty , @beeh-ive , & @cupidkats <3 you guys r real ones for helping me iluu ^_^ can u believe there was more than this omfg.. those will be seen in next part !!
note; what i think porco would wear/his fashion style
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porco, my little fashionista. he has a highly curated style he worked on for years since middle school imo. right around when he started exploring his tastes and personality and specific preferences in clothes.
i believe porco would gravitate to certain outfit formulas that never seem to fail him.
formula 1 being a simple white tank top, jeans and one of his many brown leather jackets along with a choice of shoes that depends on how long he’ll be out for/what he would be doing for the day.
formula 2 a classic polo and one of his jeans (he has a lot of those as well) with a nice belt if needed and white sneakers. again loves to sneak in one of his leather jackets if the weather allows it.
formula 3 a simple cap-sleeve tee or henley top with jeans.
formula 4 would be a graphic tee w a long sleeve top underneath with whatever pants he’s got available at the time being.
i can see him as someone who’s wardrobe is made up of a ton of thrifted clothes. most of his shirts and jackets are from secondhand stores, facebook marketplace or instagram pages reselling cool pieces on the internet, and some of his more fun/less basic jeans too.
he swears by henley tops both long-sleeved and short-sleeved (he thinks they make him look sexy, he’s right), he especially likes to bunch up the long-sleeved ones right below his elbows to give them these 3/4 sleeve look so he can wear some bracelets and have them actually show.
as for accessories, porco is another silver jewelry truther i fear. he has this silver dog tag necklace he basically never takes off along with a collection of silver chain bracelets he keeps on his wrists whenever he leaves his house.
his favorite color is green, especially the dark emerald green, olive green and the matcha green as well. you’ll definitely see him incorporate these colors in his outfits from time to time. other than that, he usually leans towards darker neutrals and pairs them with a white basic top to add some contrast. however, in the summer and spring you might see him rocking lighter shades every once in a while, it really depends on his mood.
he has 3 pairs of shoes that he wears almost on rotation. the classic black converse, white sneakers (probably the nike air forces) and this dark brown leather ankle boot he loves to wear with his baggier jeans or bootcut ones (which he surprisingly wears fairly regularly despite thinking he won’t reach for them often). he likes how the boots’ pointy front peaks out of from underneath the fabric of his pants. thinks it looks very aesthetically pleasing like those pics he sees on pinterest.
to expand further on jewelry, i feel like porco might be interested in getting some piercings done, not too much tho. i feel like he’s definitely go for more subtle ones that not many would know he has, so i’m inclined to believe that he might just have nipple piercings as well as either an eyebrow piercing OR a small nose stud or ring. he would also have both his ears pierced, he wears those small silver hoop earrings that just tie him entire look together especially with his iconic slick black hairstyle (i think he’d let the back of his hair grow long enough for it to somehow cover half his neck and hide his undercut, which is always a pleasant surprise to find out about if you hadn’t noticed it before).
porco is an incredibly fashionable guy that loves expressing himself in how he carries himself, which definitely reflects on his style and dedication to it. i love him so much <3
i’ve given this more thought and i think instead of a nose stud/ring, porco would have a lip ring !!!! it definitely makes more sense to me, suits his style and personality a lot more, very punk
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It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.
The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.
Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.
Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.
Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.
His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.
you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.
“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.
porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”
“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.
“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.
he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.
you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u
and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3
(and neither would you)
note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️
It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.
The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.
Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.
Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.
Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.
His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.
you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.
“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.
porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”
“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.
“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.
he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.
you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u
and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3
(and neither would you)
note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️
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