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I think there is parallel between Reiner and Eren. They both have two close friends: quit guy and strong girl. They both have frenemy (Eren has Jean, Reiner has Porco.

Я считаю, что между Райнером и Эреном есть параллель. У них обоих есть два близких друга: тихий парень и сильная девушка. У обоих есть как бы враг, с которым у них на самом деле такая своеобразная дружба (У Эрена Жан, у Райнера Порко)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆!𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝘅 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿; 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄; 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻/𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗺!𝘀𝘂𝗯, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗺&𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, "𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗮'𝗮𝗺.", 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺, "𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀", 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺, "𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆", 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 (𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺, "𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆"

˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝗔/𝗡: 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻!

꒱ when asked why he went into child development and decided to become a nanny, he'd always give the bullshit reason like "oh, I was just always good with kids." or "kids are just cooler than adults-easier to work with, ya know?"

꒱ B.S. B.S. B.S. NO! sure, he was good with kids but what he loved, even more, were moms. Mom's made his world go 'round. why? probably mommy issues he loved their validation, how they could break down his hard exterior with a few simple praises "you're so good with my kids, much better than my husband." "you're such a good cook, poc'." they could turn him into a blushing mess; he loved it.

꒱ but that didn't mean he would pursue them. most of them had husbands, and while he didn't like those assholes most of the time, that was a line he wouldn't cross. and sure, there were single mom's but most single moms couldn't afford to hire him. having a nanny is pricey, ya know? and in this economy? it's hard to support a kid off one paycheck. how else could he meet them anyway? like tell him...he wants to know.

꒱ but, all his hopes, dreams, and desires came true when he met you.

꒱ you and your beautiful, clumsy self, spilt your ice coffee all over him just as you left the coffee shop. his initial anger, irritation, and frustration disappearing as you gingerly blotted his shirt, spilling out apologies. "I'm so sorry." "I couldn't see out the door." "Let me buy you a coffee." "I can pay for a new shirt."

꒱ that "let me buy you a coffee" lead to a conversation, that lead to you finding out he was a nanny looking for a new job, that lead you to hiring him on the spot because as a busy single mom you needed some help.

꒱ he felt like whatever higher being there was loved him more than anyone else. because you weren't just a mom, you were a mom who wore jeans just a touch too tight, whose ass still moved when she jumped to reach the glass on the top shelf, him coming up behind you to place his hand on your back. "I got it, ma'am." you weren't just a mom, you were a milf, and as he started to work for you longer and longer, that fact earned its validity.

꒱ you were twice his age, way outta his league, constantly hit on by younger men, and when the two of you went to the grocery store together, he saw stars. not because of some grocery store kink, no, because some twenty-year-old really tried to get your number, but all you did was latch onto Porco's bicep, muttering something he couldn't even hear because of the way your thumb grazed his skin. the best part was you didn't let go once he left.

꒱ and from that day on, he knew you had him in your beautiful grasp. -So, could you really be surprised when he agreed to move in and work for you full time? No, it'd been your plan the whole time.

꒱ the truth was, you caught the way he stared at you, you weren't young and naive. he made it so obvious he was into you, man got a boner after seeing you bend down to take a pie out of the oven. even though he thought he'd gotten away with it, running off to the bathroom for twenty minutes to "call a friend or something", it was impossible to miss.

꒱ and yes, you were attracted to him that wasn't the only reason you kept him around. he was good at his job, always going the extra mile. staying as long as it took for you to get back from work; even though he was free to call your neighbor, drop your child off, and go home (when he hadn't lived with you ofc). he'd not only make your kid breakfast but you as well. your kid loved him too, talking about how smart and funny he was, which was new to you, and really, he deserved a reward for all of his hard work.

꒱ so once your kid had a sleepover with a friend, leaving the house to you and porco, his plans of cleaning the kitchen were soon interrupted by you coming up behind him. “you’re so good to us, gill.” how he hated the nickname you gave him; even so when you placed your hands on his back he forgot about his disapproval "always doing so much more than I ask. you're so sweet."

꒱ you had your wonders about him, how he'd react. would he deny you? would he reciprocate with confidence? though you expected the former, you couldn't help but be nervous. those nerves quickly disappeared when his reciprocation was paired with a cracking voice. "t-thank you, ma'am. I try my best for you." nonetheless, it was perfect, how his breathing had leadened just at you laying your head on his back, gilding your hands up and down his arms, god, it made you ache. "and I'm so grateful for you, Porco."

꒱ he was gone, couldn't think, couldn't understand the words coming from your pretty lips he too often stared at. it was the grocery store all over again. except for this time, your hands glid back up his arms and drifted down his chest and abdomen. your hands only yielding when the cottony fabric of his sweatpants met your hand, a deep, trembling breath forced its way from his lungs. "is this okay?"

꒱ now that was something that he could hear, that he could respond to, that he could put his hand over yours and press it down on his cock. "yes, ma'am."

꒱ it was more than okay, all of it, the way you rubbed him through the fabric, the way you turned him around, dropping to your knees. "just wan' thank you, porco. can I?" the way you pushed him against the island while you gaged around his thick cock, slurring, "'ways wan'ed you, baby. always s' good for me." all of it was perfection

꒱ he wasn't a virgin by no means, but he'd never gotten head like this. he was thick, thick, those who tried to give him head usually gave up, but you had experience. god, it made him wish he could last longer, but your throat was just so warm and tight. he could stop himself from filling your mouth to the brim, some spilling out onto your tits.

꒱ you were definitely something new for him, experienced, dominant, so, so, perfect. "your cock tastes so good." he leaned against your hand while you caressed his face. "so pretty when you cum for me, gill." "pretty?" his head told him he shouldn't like it when you called him that, but coming from your cum coated lips, it was like a message from a god itself. "mhm, such a pretty boy, such a good boy too."

꒱ he had now decided he hit the lottery in life, this was heaven, this was paradise. that belief was set in concrete when you took him from the kitchen and laid him on the couch. everything went by so fast but slowed when your thighs found life next to his head, your bare cunt soon to be explored by his impoverished tongue.

꒱ he wasn't sure if he'd ever tasted something better, desperation showing when he buried his face as deep as he could, letting out moans and the whimpers that made your walls clench around his tongue. he was painfully hard, just wanted to fuck you, be inside of you, but how could he stop with the way you intertwined your fingers into his brownish-blondish hair. "to the le-, y-yeah, good-"

꒱ there was just something so inciting about looking down at him, just the way your pussy lips encased his mouth, his slothful eyes, his hair messy in between your fingers. maybe it was because he was always so fucking put together, hair always slicked back, clothes neat and clean despite running around the house, but it only took you. only took your hand to make him heave, only took your mouth to make him cum so quick, and now only took your cunt to make him go braindead

꒱ but you wanted more, so much more, wanted to feel him inside of you, wanted to revel in the sweltering heat and stretch of his cock, wanted to coat him in your cum. "you'll be good and let me cum on your cock, won't you, gill?" his eyes enkindled as he rapidly nodded.

꒱ the stretch was more than anticipated as you forced his cock past your rings of muscle, his stomach tensing as your nails left beautiful red marks down his tanned skin "you're s' big, porco. fill me up so nice."

꒱ "feel so good, miss." "please, miss." "please move, miss; I need it." he was desperate. "please." all you did was roll your hips, letting him stir, drawing out the desperate slut you knew he had in him. "please, I'll do anything, just fuck me, please."

꒱ well, that didn't take long. you adored him in this condition, tears rolling down his smooth, full, reddened cheeks, "anything?" "yes-yes anything" he meant it too, convincing himself he could die a happy man if only you would use him. you leaned down to his face, tilting your head. "you're gonna let me ride you till I cum, aren't you?"

꒱ his stupid self wasn't really understanding; that would happen anyway, right? so, he nodded before you leaned down to his ear. you had to make sure he had a way out, so the fun needed to take a pause. "traffic light system, you know what it is?" "yes, ma'am." “mm, and you’ll be good and tell me your color?”

꒱ “yes, miss.” and that’s was all that was needed before you lifted your hips, quickly burying his cock into your pussy over and over. he sounded so sweet as he moaned for you, girlish cries reverbing throughout the living room, mixing with your patronizing coo's "aww, does my boy feel good?"

꒱ "y-yes-yes, yes" his eyes were affixed to the ceiling. reason? he wanted to make you happy, that's all he wanted, wanted to give you what you wanted, to make you cum on his cock, but he was already close- then it clicked, why you asked him about the system. why you even brought it up in the first place. he wanted to hold out even more now

꒱ but when your nails dug into his cheeks, directing his eyes to you, he wasn't sure if he could. "what's wrong, pock," you asked popping your p's. he needed to focus on anything but you...but the way lude noises of you fucking yourself on his cock filled the room made that impossible. a rough pat met his cheek as you regained his attention. "c'mon, go on, you wanna cum, I know you do." you punctuated your sentence with a kiss.

꒱ "fill me up." his cum was hot, hot, and where his hands had hovered now had nails digging into the fat of your hips. his brain had slowed significantly, delayed in saying, "f-fuck 'm g- cum" teeth gritted, veins bulging from his arms, eyelids slowly closing while he went stiff; his submission disappeared for a moment when his rough hands pulled you onto his cock as his favorite knot untightened, overflowing your walls

꒱ his body deaded, and you remained on top of him, letting him regain what was left of his fucked out brain before grinding on him again. his body jerked virtually in half "I'm sensitive-"

꒱ "mmm? tell me your color, babe?"

꒱ he blinked up at you, his hazel eyes brightened by the salt stains on his cheeks, "green."

꒱ and, again, all you need before abusing your cunt with his heavy cock again. cum spilled onto the sofa as his head thrashed back, "too good-" "just a little more and ill cum okay?" pressure building in your stomach, your head already pounding, when was the last time you'd felt this good? "just a lil more." he gasped when your walls constricted around him.

꒱ your cunt's quivers sent vibrations through his head, his "favorite knot" building and turning into agony laced with ecstasy. "'hm gonna cum, Porco. you want me to cum, right?"

꒱ "yes, ma'am, want it so bad," he trembled. "need it." the cracks adorning his begs were the final straw. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you incessantly bumping your g-spot, swearing you saw stars. he took you by surprise when he came for the second time, his neck straining as his body trembled.

꒱ as you came down from your high, you let out a deprecating laugh, "Mmmmm, you did so good." redness flooded his chest, the compliment somehow flustering him, "t-thanks, miss."

꒱ "nono, thank you, Gill."

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rest in piece to porco, i would have liked to taste your pock cock before you died </3

Would you smoke with him 🚬?