#s: a slap on titan

[gaymars97]

Krieg: [lying unconscious on the ground]

Gaige: MAYA! WHY IS KRIEG BEING USELESS?

Maya: He went into a rage after transforming and knocked himself out. We can’t get him to wake up or respond.

Gaige:

Gaige: REALLY?

Maya: Gaige!

Gaige: I MEAN SERIOUSLY?

Maya: Yeah Gaige-

Gaige: I COULDN’T DO THAT IF I TRIED! HE HAD ONE F***ING JOB TO DO AND HE KNOCKED HIMSELF OUT?

Maya: Gaige, I literally do not have the time! Now use your books to unfuck the situation!

Gaige: GAHHHH ALRIGHT!

Maya:

Maya: Do you have any ideas?

Gaige: I’ve got one

Gaige: After all… pain is the greatest motivator [takes her gun]

Maya: Gaige what are you doing?

Gaige: SHUT THE F*** UP AND LET ME DO MY SHIT!

[thatonepikminperson]

Questions to all my Pikmin fans out there, I am the only one who just pulls out one of the four (main) game's ost and just goes through the whole thing in one sitting? I've done it with the first game like three times this week and it's only Wednesday, why are the songs such BANGERS.

[tlatia-the-radiant]

Stars help me, the MechWarriors have found this account

[sturnsdarling]

beast boy and raven

smartand'mean'!reader convinces fratboy!matt to dress up with her for halloween

vibe check: fluffy good vibes all round

500 words

A/N: i wrote this sooooooo long ago and forgot that it existed. anyways i love them

love and cigs, merc

The party downstairs had already started, music blaring from every corner of the house. Chris and Matt were in their rooms, getting ready for their first Halloween party of the week. By a string of cruel fate, they stepped out their bedroom doors at the same time, locking eyes as Matt took a swig of his pregame drink and Chris placed his canon joint between his lips. The sight of Matt, in a purple shirt and grey cargos with green hair made Chris erupt into laughter.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be kid? Why is your hair green?” Chris couldn’t contain his laughter.

Matt smacked the dangling joint from Chris lips’ and pushed him by the shoulder.

“y/n wanted to be raven and beast boy, y’know the green kid and the witch chick from teen titans?” Matt said, not able to contain his chuckles at the sight of Chris keeled over in hysterics.

“What are you? A divorced dad of three?” Matt questioned, referring to Chis’ blue Hawaiian shirt.

Chris picked his joint up off the floor and shook his head, his laughter still lingering, “nah dude, m’fuckin Romeo” He says, pulling a fake gold gun from his belt and brandishing it in-front of Matts face.

“Romeo in what century? I swear that’s old as fuck” Matt snickers.

S!r/n came out from Chris’ room, wearing a white dress and angel wings with her hair pulled back in a half up half down. “From the 1996 movie, Matt, duh” She says, pointing between her and Chris.

“Wait, hang on, you’re Romeo and Juliet?” Matt questions, folding his arms over his chest with raised brows.

“Its cute right?” Your voice comes from behind Matt as you loop your arm through his, looking up at him, the dark makeup around your eyes accentuating their beautiful colour.

"You guys look go good” s!r/n says at you and Matt.

Matt grins down and you and puckers his lips. You kiss him quickly, trying not to get your black lipstick on his mouth.

“You two make me sick” Chris says, shaking his head and sparking his joint.

He turns to walk down the stairs and holds his hand out behind him, squeezing his fingers together a couples times, gesturing for his girl to take his hand. She complies, and follows him tightly down the winding staircase towards the music.

Matt turns to face you, tracing delicate fingers over the purple velvet cape that’s draped over your shoulders. He scans your figure, taking in how your black, shiny hot pants hug the tops of your fishnet covered thighs.

“You look so sexy, angel” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your frame “Thanks Matthew” you smile, cheesing at his compliment. “This makeup too” he sucks air into his pursed lips and shakes his head slightly. “You like it?” You say, leaning up into him, pressing your body against his. “Mhm, I like it a lot” He nods, bringing a firm hand to the side of your face, smiling as he pulls you up into a kiss.

His other hand sneaks down of your backside and squeezes the plump flesh of your ass, followed by a slap that makes you squeal into his mouth. His chuckle breaks the kiss, and he continues to kneed at the flesh of your ass.

“Lets go get drunk” He says “Yes!” You grin up at him, “tequila!” You chant, taking his hand and leading him down the staircase towards the party.

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[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x F!Reader x Dick Grayson

Title: Your Worth

Warning(s): SEMI SMUT, MDNI. Cheating. Age difference between reader and Jason.

Character(s): Female x Reader, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson. Dawn Granger mentioned.

Prompts are in bold print towards the end (in the smut section.) Credit goes to @ loveisanimaignarydagger3000

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Jason didn’t know when these feelings for you had started. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact time or place he started to fall in love with you. One drunken night, along with you being drunk, the two of you had slept together.

The bits and pieces he did remember, of that night were euphoric. But he also hated the way it happened. He hated the reasonings as to why the two of you were drunk and having drunk sex. And the one thing he hated most, was that you were Dick’s. Not his.

The two of you had a huge fight in the tower that night. Which resulted in him “going out”, and you sitting at the counter taking shots, and drinking beer.

Jason had heard the fight; it was over him bringing back the Titans. “You know this wasn’t a good idea Dick! It didn’t work the first time, and-and now we’re doing this…” you say while motioning around the tower “all over again.”

“I don’t expect you to understand, Y/N.” He said as he leaned against the counter in front of you.

“Why wouldn’t I understand Dick?” You asked, and he looked down at his feet. “You were the first to quit. You walked out and away first. It was too much for you to handle. It’s one of your weaknesses.”

You laughed at his reasoning. “Me? Weak? Because I walked away?” He nodded his head at his own statement. “No. Do you want to know why I left, Dick? I left because my weakness was you."

His dark brown eyes stared into your teary eyed ones. "My weakness was you. I had to leave because I couldn't stand the sight of you and Dawn together." Angrily, you wiped a tear from your cheek. "Do you know how much it hurts— to be told you are loved and led onto believe there could be something more? And then watching the person you are hopelessly and irrevocably in love with, move on to her best friend?”

“I love you. Yes, I left before, and I’m here because you and I are together now. But this is not a good idea, and you know why.” You say.

Tears streaked your face, and a small, yet visible tear fell from Dick’s eye. “I’m going out.” He said before walking away from you, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Your heart was just ripped out of your chest, and left alone, just like he had done a countless number of times before.

Jason gave it thirty minutes before going down and seeing if you were okay. But you were sitting at the makeshift bar, a bottle of Jack to your right and two empty beer bottles to your left. You were mindlessly passing the bottle from one hand to the other, making it squeal against the counter top.

“Are you done nursing that bottle?” He asked, and you looked up at him with a smile gracing your lips. “Why? Do you want it?” You asked handing him the beer bottle.

Jason pulled up a bar stool next to yours. “You’re not going to ask me if I’m 21?” He asked and you just smiled.

“I know you are, silly.” You said before taking a drink from the whiskey bottle. “I assume you heard all of that, huh?” You hiccuped and Jason nodded.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you slapped your hand against the counter. “No. I’m not. All of this-” you swung your arm in the air almost losing your balance. Jason grabbed your chair and steadied it back on the ground. You hadn’t even noticed you almost fell. “This tower brings back memories. It brings back when we lost Garth. And how many times Dick and I have confessed our love for one another, but each time he would follow it with a ‘We can’t be together. One day though.’”

Jason took a sip of his beer, and you wiped another tear from your cheek. “And then he moves on to Dawn. Just like that. Finally, I had enough. After Garth died, and those two were still fawning over one another, I packed up and left. I went back to Gotham, worked with Bruce and Dick hated that so much. That’s why I did it.” You chuckled and you looked back over at Jason.

“I just… I can’t be his second choice anymore, ya know? I’m tired of him wanting to screw me, and tell me he loves me, to the next day wanting to pretend nothing happened the night before.” You say as you took a sip of the Jack. “Now we’re together, and he’s brought back the Titans to relive and fix the past, and it’s not a good idea. It’s going to interfere with our relationship.” You whisper.

You didn’t know how long you were talking, but Jason had already drank five bottles from your case of beer, and now was drinking from the bottle of Jack. You snatched the bottle from his hands, “Dick will kill me if he knows I let you sit here and get drunk.” You said before getting up from the stool and tossing the near empty bottle into the trashcan. “I’m going to my own bedroom. If you see Dick, tell him not to bother me. I’m really not in the mood to fight.”

But before you could walk away, Jason worked up the drunken courage to grab your wrist. “For what it’s worth…He’s a dumbass. If he can’t see how great you were then, what makes you think he sees something now?” You stood there, shocked by his words. Was he right? Were you just a last resort because Dick knew you would stay with him no matter what?

Jason stood up from his chair and now he towered over you. “You deserve someone who wants you now and not when it’s convenient.” He looked into your eyes, and you stared at his lips. Jason’s hands made their way to your hips, “You deserve someone who will always choose you. Someone… someone who won’t take you for granted.” He whispered.

Both of you were inches away from each other’s face. His lips brushed your forehead, and he could feel your eyelashes bat against his cheek. Slowly, Jason brought his lips down to yours, and he gently pressed a kiss to your lips.

He was testing the waters, but when you kissed back, Jason melted into the kiss. His hands wrapped into your hair, and your hands raced up his chest. You moaned against his lips, and Jason lost all benevolence. He picked you up and sat you on the counter, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Jason ripped open your blouse, revealing your bustier top, and he groaned. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips.

Teeth were clashing, sloppy kisses were being pressed everywhere, and neither of you could stop. “We can’t do this here.” You managed to whisper between kisses.

Jason lifted you back up and carried you up the stairs, until he stumbled into yours and Dick’s shared room. He laid you down before climbing on top of you, reconnecting your puffy lips. Both yours and Jason’s hands were desperately clutching each other and removing articles of clothing, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you both were starved of one another. Both of your minds with fogged lust, arousal, and desperation.

“This is wrong…” you whispered, and he replied “So wrong…” while he made his way between your legs. His fingers hooked underneath your black laced panties, and began to slowly pull them down, but he stopped. “Is this okay?” He asked as his brown eyes looked up from between your legs.

“Yes…” you answered, and he looked back up to you. “Open you legs… wider.” He demanded and you followed his instruction. When his tongue delved into you, it was over.

• • •

Moans filled the room, Jason’s hands held your hips firmly, surely leaving a few bruises in the place of his fingertips. With every thrust, you felt guilty, but then again, it felt nice to be wanted. But was this just one of Jason’s many conquests and you had finally become one of them?

What Jason was doing was intimate… the way he held your body, and the way he kissed you. It was more than just some drunken escapade. When your arched your back into him, he groaned.

He was hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, and you whispered his name quietly, “Jason…”

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.” He said as he hooked his legs around his waist. “Jason!” You moaned, and then you couldn’t control every moan after that.

You were certain Dick would walk in at any moment. You wished he would. But he never did. After Jason had finished inside you, he laid down next to you out of breath. “How long did we go for?” He asked and you looked over at the alarm clock.

“An hour and a half….” You replied before both of you chuckled. Guilt weighed on your chest heavily, but Jason laid next to you and stared up at the ceiling. Little did you know, but guilt started to weigh heavily on him. At the same time, Jason was smiling inside. He loved you, deep down he did, but now was not the time to say it out loud. But he had hoped you noticed it through that entire hour and a half.

He held you in his arms, and you laid your head on his chest. Jason too had scars like Dick, and you caught yourself tracing them. Quickly, you removed your hand from his chest. This wasn’t right. But your mind was fogged with the continued lust.

Jason was definitely more energetic during sex. Whereas Dick was sensual; they both were passionate, but Jason definitely knew how to make you scream.

Your mind was fighting back and forth with itself, but you were too drunk to listen to reason. When Jason had left yours and Dick’s bed, you laid there in the dark. You were no better than Dick. What you did was worse than being led on. You found comfort in another man’s arms— and it happened to be your boyfriend’s adopted brother.

Around 3AM, the bedroom door opened, and Dick walked into the room. He kicked off his shoes, and took off his shirt and pants before climbing into bed next to you.

When the bed dipped, you laid still so he wouldn’t know you were awake. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. If you’re awake, just listen. What I did to you back then— with Dawn, I’m sorry.” He said as he rubbed up and down your bare shoulder.

“I do love you. I really do. I’m just scared to mess up things with you. You are so good for me– too good. And I’m afraid to fuck up and you lose you forever.” He whispered before pressing another kiss to your ear.

He slowly wrapped his arm around your bare stomach, and you moved in closer to his arms.

• • •

It was 4:30 in the morning when Dick had finally fallen asleep. You quickly, but quietly got out of bed and went down to Jason’s bedroom. You didn’t bother to knock; you just opened the door and quickly stepped in.

Jason was standing at his window looking out. “You ready for round two?” He asked and he sauntered over to you, and his hands went to your face, bringing you in for another kiss.

You pulled away, “Jason, stop.”

He took a step back from you, and had a confused look on his face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Look— what happened last night or tonight— can’t happen again.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Jason’s hand went in the air, “Woah, woah. Am I hearing you right? You don’t want me? Because a few hours ago you were screaming my name and practically me to finish in you.” He said and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Jay, I’m with Dick. We were drunk and everything was and still is a blur. If Dick found out, he would murder you.” You say and Jason laughed.

“I’m willing to fight for you. I want you. I wouldn’t take you for granted, Y/N.” He said, and you shook your head.

“You’re younger than me. You’re 21, I’m 26. It should have never happened.” You say and Jason smirked.

“So? Dick is four years older than you. What does age have to do with any of this? Oh, right, it doesn’t.” He said and you leaned against the door.

“Look, please, Jason, this cannot happen again. All I ask is for you to not tell Dick. I’ll tell him when the time is right…. Just not right now.” You whisper with tears in your eyes.

Jason stared at you in silence for the longest time. “Whatever. Just—just leave, please. If anyone sees you, it’ll make things worse, so just go.” He said.

You tried to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, but he pushed your hand away. “I’m sorry, Jason.” You say before walking out of his bedroom.

Jason stood at his bedroom door; angry and upset. He didn’t understand why you would want to stay with someone who didn’t know if they wanted you to be a permanent fixture in their life. He knew he wanted you; he knew your value and your worth. Why wouldn’t you choose him?

• • •

When you climbed back into bed, Dick was snoring. Tears stained your pillowcase. How did you end up hurting two people at once, when you were the only one hurting.

Regret and guilt filled your dreams. Being a human was hard, but being a hurt human, who ended up hurting two people you loved, made life even harder and more complicated. You didn’t know who to worry about.

Yourself—who was at the mercy of a double edged blade. Dick— who would never forgive you for sleeping with his “replacement”, and possibly murdering Jason. And finally Jason— who had a short fuse and would more than likely try to make things worse.

What the hell were you going to do?

——-

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought. I was picturing Matthew Daddario as Jason, and Brenton Thwaites as Dick, and Minka Kelly as Dawn.

THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD. I just skimmed through it.

Let me know what you thought in the comments!

[lucysarah-c]

Headcanons masterlist part 2

-> Is Levi a regular smoker?

-> Levi's reaction to his partner's mother being a sexual worker

-> Levi's s/o suffering from asthma

-> Arguing with Levi

-> Levi's s/o treating him badly because she's on her period

-> Levi with a pregnant s/o

-> Is Levi good at cooking?

-> Levi's sexist thoughts?

-> Levi's s/o enjoying tacking him

-> Levi's s/o being a titan shifter

-> Levi overhearing y/n confess her feeling for him

-> Levi's reaction to his s/o using the safeword NSFWish

-> Levi tracking his s/o cycle

-> S/o drunkly confessing her feelings for Levi

-> Levi's reaction to someone who loves him romantically

-> Levi's S/o giving him a boudoir album

-> Levi arround his s/o siblings

-> Levi's s/o who had trauma of a sa

-> Waiting until marriage with Levi?

-> Levi with an athetic parner?

-> Levi saying something he regrets during an argument?

-> Giving Levi silent treatment

-> Arguments with Levi

-> Levi's love of his life getting married to someone else?

-> Excessive skin care?

-> Sick! Levi

-> Hiding a pregnancy from Levi?

-> Saying to Levi that he needs to rest!

-> Slapping Levi in the middle of an argument

-> A cadet with an attitude and Levi?

-> How does Levi confess his feelings?

-> Is Levi stingy with money? part 2

-> Confessing feelings to Levi

-> Lunging into Levi with tears in your eyes

-> Levi's reaction to you having to stay at the hospital for over a week

-> Levi's girlfriend gets molested at the bar

-> Levi's girl doing cosplay

-> Levi's girlfriend getting her period

-> Levi's girlfriend getting her long hair cut short

-> Giving Levi a tea he wanted as a present

-> Levi yelling duing an argument?

-> Controlling Levi?

-> What type of music is Levi into?

-> Does Levi drink tea during Summer?

-> Levi's ideal girl?

-> Tomboy girl for Levi?

-> Levi's insecurities

-> Levi's s/o liking coffee

-> Actor! Levi answering interviews

-> Being close to Levi and having social anxiety

-> Is Levi religious?

-> Levi with a Bi! s/o

-> Levi after a break up!

-> Flinching away as Levi moves to touch you, his reaction

-> Post-war Levi view on marriage

-> Breaking up with Levi because you feel he doesn't love you

-> Would Levi cry in front of his lover?

-> Openly complementing Levi!

-> Is Levi a Boy's dad or a Girl's dad?

-> Is Levi the type of boyfriend to remember special dates?

-> How does Levi find his s/o?

-> Levi with a very smart s/o!

-> Levi's s/o being an scout and getting injured during a mission, his reaction

-> Levi with a s/o who was in a previous abusive relationship

-> Life inside of the walls! Meta analysis?

-> Levi getting a girl pregnant during his days as a thug

-> Levi handling a miscarriage (TW: sensitive topics)

-> Levi talking about his past to his s/o

-> Levi's s/o being a scout, would he like her to drop?

-> Levi's ex dating someone new

-> Levi's Hogwards house

-> Levi's s/o likes to talk to themselves

-> Would Levi sacrifice himself for his s/o?

-> Would Levi name his kids after someone else? (Kuchel, Erwin, etc)

-> Someone confess to Levi but he's interested in someone else

-> Asking Levi to punch you so you can see his strengh

-> Is Levi circumcised?

-> Does Levi likes cats?

-> Modern au! Levi what kind of videogames he likes?

-> Levi with a very skinny s/o

-> Levi's squad talking about how his girlfriend is hot!

-> Levi with a s/o with low self-esteem

-> Levi findind out his s/o has royal blood like Historia

-> What would make Levi think his s/o is the one?

[cassiebones]

Some Agathario headcanons that I may fic later, who knows not me:

They are married. It took about fifty years for it to happen because they both had some serious commitment issues but eventually they couldn't really deny each other. They needed somebody to do the binding spell as well as one extra witness. Somebody who they weren't going to kill. I would love to believe that Lilia is the one who married them, but idk. But they got married. Agatha's wedding "ring" is the chain that her brooch sits on. Rio's is one of the vines that adorns her body.

Their wedding anniversary is June 2nd. They got married in a field in the middle of the woods during witching hour. It was super romantic. Rio cried, though she'll never admit it.

They cannot get divorced. Not unless they both truly want it. No lying to themselves. The magic knows what's in their hearts. It takes a lot to break a binding spell, even one that binds two witches together in matrimony.

Nicky was an accident. I think this is the funniest option, which is my only reasoning for it. I also predict he was born in the 1910's, just before the Spanish flu hit. He was too young for his magic to protect him. But Agatha and Rio were "experimenting" with sexy spells and stumbled upon a certain spell (magic strap) that worked a little too well. They found out Agatha was pregnant a month later and freaked out a little bc holy crap a baby!?!? But Agatha warmed to it first and Rio is very much whipped for her wifey. So they settled down somewhere secluded to raise their son. They still kill people ofc.

Before their son is born, Agatha and Rio spend time in Europe. Agatha is Jack the Ripper. I will not explain further bc honestly it makes more than enough sense.

They travel home on the Titanic. Agatha didn't cause it, but it's a nice bonus for Rio while Agatha chills in a lifeboat, playing the part of a grieving widow.

She did cause the Hindenburg just for shits and giggles. Also Rio was bored.

The Jolene stuff happens after Agatha leaves Rio. It wasn't Dolly's rank ass husband that Agatha was after. Dolly is a powerful witch and her music called to Agatha. Unfortunately, seducing Dolly only results in that song and a slap. Agatha leaves her be after the song gets insanely popular.

Agatha becomes an actress for a while. Her skills are good tier on the stage and she gains a small following before leaving it all behind. Nobody is able to connect her actress persona to The Agatha Harkness. She's very good at glamors

Rio watches Agatha's antics from afar, collects her bodies wherever Agatha drops them, certain that her wife is doing it all for her. She can't go to Agatha because of the Darkhold, but she's thankful for the work, loving her from afar.

Agatha thinks about Rio as often as she thinks about Nicky. The lock of hair in her locket is from Nicky, put there by Rio in apology of what she knew she had to do. Agatha accepted the lock, but not the apology.

Agatha honestly did forgive Rio after about a year, knowing that she had to do her job, but she was too stubborn to say it, to end the masking spell and allow Rio to find her. Rio built up a little resentment for that because, honestly, Nicky was HER SON TOO

Rio found her immediately when Wanda took the Darkhold and Agatha's power. She rushed to her side, sure that Agatha had forgiven her, but she was met with somebody unrecognizable, with bright smiles and a housewife attitude. Agatha bakes her muffins and tells her that she never wants to see her again with the most charming smile. Rio is scared of her for the first little while.

She takes part in all of Agatha's delusions, leaving sometimes to work, but always returning, desperate to break Agatha from the curse.

She didn't send the Salem Seven after Agatha. They were already after her. Rio kept them at bay while Agatha was in her hex, but wanted Agatha to ask for her help when she was finally lucid again.

She was nearby when she heard that the Boy, whom she recognized bc she's reaped William and sigils don't work on primordial beings, wanted to go to the road. She gave Lilia the list of names, using the black heart bc she knew it would get under Agatha's skin.

She waited on the Road knowing that one of them would die and she'd be able to make her entrance bc ain't no way Agatha isn't going to marry a bitch half as dramatic as her.

Agatha is already planning to return to Rio, dead or alive, bc they are meant to be together. Soulmates in life or in death.

[i-mean-technically]

so i see that everyone has enjoyed my Hot Take (tm) on mothkongzilla and so am going to Continue.

Kong is the youngest titan (except for the Suko and the ape babies we see in ~subterranean~ Hollow Earth but we're not counting those rn i'll get back to them be patient ok

S O Kong is only recently matured, lived in seclusion on an island away from any other Titan class titans (skullcrawlers aren't like Goji and the gang, in my head there's different classifications of the titan megafauna), and spent most of his childhood fighting for his life and hanging around a tribe of humans who use telepathy.

he's mysterious, the new kid, powerful strong, and Godzilla is so mad at how handsome Kong's face is that he has to slap the shit outta him.

Mothra is his impulse control ok, without her there to be G-Man's Singular Braincell my mans is left to fend for himself and his first thought is "your face makes me feel things so i'm going to punch it"

that is Kong's introduction to the larger world, and into the polycule

[hoboblaidd]

Solas’ Name when he was Wisdom

I wanted to figure out an elvhen word for Wisdom so we can use what Solas' name would've been prior to twisting into Pride. I turned to the smartest person I know, the pinnacle of languages, @weptduty .

We decided on Sabahn. The pronunciation of the B is soft, almost like the Irish "Bh" or a soft "V".

So Solas' name before becoming Pride was Sabahn. Only Firstborn elves would really have known this name, since it changed at the end of the Titan wars. Like many elves, his name change is not a big deal. Happens all the time when circumstances/feelings change. With his twisting from Wisdom to Pride, the name change is not a happy one, but it is natural.

Elvhen is a loose language - it's designed to be more lyrical and interpretive than a hard 1:1 with Common. As such, there may be other words for "Wisdom", but in Solas' case on this blog, it’s Sabahn. Analysis below.

Please read below the cut for Pal’s' unbelievable analysis that led us to this word. This is entirely Pal’s work. I was just a cheerleader. This is incredible, thoughtful work that needs to be shared in its entirety.

Pal is a god.

They did a deep dive in Latin and Irish. They hit on the latiin word for wisdom - sapientia (noun) and sapio (verb). Obviously we wanted an S name for the ~symmetry~.

"Sapio" is where "sapiens" come from, and we just thought that was too cool to pass up with the link that this is Solas first becoming a person. The connected word "sapere" can also be used as "high-minded or proud" - so the connection is doubly awesome because Pride. The word is also not just "to be wise / knowledgeable / prudent", but includes "to taste / to resemble / to suggest or be inspired by." Again, a wonderful parallel to Solas' journey from spirit of Wisdom to person of Pride.

Then Pal dove into the conjugation of "sapio/sapere", because again, they are a god. Pal thought the subjunctive was sexiest - and they were right.

So now we had to play with how it sounds/jives with Elvhen. We hit on the issue of Elvhen not having hard consonants, or indeed, many Ps at all. Pal thought switching Ps out for Bs, a softer sound, would jive with Elvhen. "Hah" can mean "to be wise" (think hah'ren), so we started to build off of that sound in the conversion of Latin to Elvhen. Almost immediately, Pal hit on "sabhah or sabhahn." Sabhahn immediately jumped out to both of us. That's a lot of consonants though, where Elvhen loves its vowels. But we didn't want to lose the "sab" but it slapped. So Pal suggested Sabahn. This could've originally started in Elvhen as Sabhahn and got slightly simplified to Sabahn as the centuries went on, but with a similar pronunciation.

We really, really liked Sabahn. It stuck with us after giving it time to settle in. The B could sound soft, almost like a very soft V, like you get in the Irish pronunciation of Bh like in Siobhan. Sabahn also looked like it could fit into the Elvhen dictionary.

So that's where we landed. I cannot cannot stress enough that this is Pal's work. They are a god, this is so clever, and this is what it is.

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “what was that? i’m ‘so mean’? i’m a ‘bully’? do you really fucking think i’ve been mean to you? sweetheart, you haven’t fucking seen me be mean to you yet.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: attack on titan | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: levi ackerman/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.27k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn reader, sub reader, dom levi, daddy kink, previously established relationship, spit, degradation, crying, orgasm denial, slapping, slight mean dom levi.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“o-oh — fuck, levi, please-!” you moan lowly, “oh g-god — levi, levi, levi!”

the soft whimpers of your lover’s name scattered amongst pleas for things you aren’t even sure of fill the otherwise empty room as he rests above you, his body between your thighs and your legs held in the crooks of his elbows as he holds them up while thrusting into you. the feeling of his cock, something so familiar and welcome, as it buries itself inside has you turning your head to either side again and again, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolls over you with each slide of his cock inside you. 

you let out a sharp gasp when the stinging feeling of his hand slapping you shakes you from the misty feeling of falling completely under the waves of ecstasy as he uses one callused hand to grip your chin as he growls, “that’s not what you’re supposed to fucking call me and you know it, you stupid fucking slut.”

a pout twists your lips as levi rearranges his grip on your legs mid-thrust, your mind mulling the name he’d called you over. god, levi could be so mean, always calling you names and bullying you, and it always entertained him to do so. for some reason seeing you crossing your arms and huffy made his evenings.

what a bully. 

“what was that?” he snaps, slapping a hand down onto your swollen clit in a way that has you screeching before you whimper softly in his hold, another shriek falling from your lips as he fucks into you especially hard in time with his words. “i’m ‘so mean’? i’m a ‘bully’? do you really fucking think i’ve been mean to you? sweetheart, you haven’t fucking seen me be mean to you yet.” 

his hand comes down on your swollen clit again, making you cry out as he grinds deep into you with a low snarl. “maybe i wouldn’t have to be so mean ‘nd bully u

you if you’d stop being such a fuckin’ brat and behave.” the feeling of too much, too fast! overtakes you and brings tears to your eyes, the telltale stinging of your eyes making them known to you and the glimmer of them in the faint moonlight enough for your partner to notice them as well. 

“oh, are you gonna cry? after misbehaving so much today i’m surprised you weren’t fucking crying earlier!” he spits, snapping his hips up into yours again, fighting off the urge to let his eyes roll back as you throw your arms around him, your nails digging into his back. he’d always been a heavy fucking sucker for the feeling of your arms around him, the intimacy of hugs inside and outside of sex always so fucking good. he may not have seemed it to others, but god was he a bit of a romantic, and he’d be damned if anyone but you were to tease him over it. 

no. he couldn’t let himself get distracted. you had been — “bad, and now you’re getting your fucking punishment,” he growls, letting go of one of your legs in order to grab your arms with his freed up hand, taking them by the wrist and pinning them up by your head. “i told you ‘no fucking touching’, and you’re just gonna go and do it anyway? first you act out today, then you call me the wrong name, and now this? you’re just begging to not be allowed to fuckin’ cum.”

“no, no!” you wail, the thought of losing the chance to cum just a little bit too muchc for your overwhelmed mind. “i’m s-sorry — fuck! i’m sorry daddy, please, i’m sorry — i’ll be good, oh god!”

“it’s a little too fucking late for you to just choose to be good, you fucking brat,” levi grunts, hiking your leg up so the back of your knee lay on his muscled shoulder as he managed to press himself deeper. “i don’t think you deserve to cum tonight — maybe tomorrow though.”

“no! no, daddy, please!” you beg through tears. you can feel the hot tracks they make cutting down your cheeks before soaking into your hair and the pillow beneath your head, but you ignore them, your entire mind and body focused on your lover. “levi — daddy. i’ll be good, please let me cum! i’wanna cum s-so bad, please!”

“hmmm,” he rumbles lowly, his steel grey eyes staring into yours in mock contemplation. deep down you both knew that he’d already made up his mind and that he was just toying with you, but what were you to do? even though he wouldn’t change his mind from whatever decision he’d chosen, maybe you’d manage to lighten the load of whatever further punishment he’d thought up and settled on. “maybe…”

“p-please, i know i’ve been bad, but i can be good daddy!” you wail, opening your mouth on instinct as he dips his head down to kiss you only to be surprised when he spits in your mouth. so dirty, you think to yourself, but you just swallow and moan as he finally locks his lips against yours. his tongue is hot as he forces it into your mouth ( but was it really forceful when you gave in so quickly? ), and you whine needily and suck on it as he ruts into you more messily than before; he’s close, his thrusts always lose a little bit of the perfect rhythm he likes to keep when his balls tighten up, and you laugh breathlessly into his almost searching mouth at the feeling of his dick twitching hard inside you. 

“y’gonna cum, daddy?” you purr dreamily. “y’gonna cum in me, gonna fill me up good? gonna leave me leaking you all night long, then fuck it back into me in the mornin’?” his cheeks flush, your words and the thoughts that follow  no doubt painting a beautiful picture in his mind as he lets go of your wrists and replaces his former grip on your thighs as roughens his thrusts. 

“god, you’re such a f-fuckin’ brat-!” he borderline whimpers, and his forehead falls to rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder. “hands,” he murmurs into your skin, “your hands — hold me, fuck!  fuckin’ hold me, sweetheart — yes, yes!”

your arms are tight around him again, and you squeeze him tight as he fucks into you wildly, seemingly unconcerned with your own orgasm ( but slipping a hand between your bodies to circle your clit attentively all the same ). you can tell he’s about to cum, you can feel your own orgasm building, and he lifts his head to kiss you again as both of you cum together, your moans and cries muffled by one another's mouth. you both keep kissing as you crest over your peaks, and keep kissing even after the two of you start coming down from your shared highs. yes, even after the two of you stop to rest with his softening dick still inside, you don’t stop kissing until you both have to come up for air. 

separating leaves you both gasping, your foreheads pressed together, and you watch hazily as levi lets out a breath laugh through a slight grin. 

“god, i love you,” he whispers fondly, nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately, and you just sigh and curl up into him as he presses against you, and that’s how both of you ease into an easy sleep.

and hey, if he did in fact fuck his cum back into you the next morning before leaving it to leak from your cunt for the entire workday, who was to know but the two of you?

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠��𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[bi-bard]

Small Moments With... Dick Grayson [Titans]

Small Moments With...

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 1,425 words

Warning(s): mention of injury

Author's Note: I haven't written one of these in a hot minute.

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New Titans Acting Like Your Embarrassed Children...

Dick and I were usually the first ones awake in the morning.

It was mostly because we had more experience in this kind of work, which seemed to make us some kind of leaders. Even with Jason's history as Robin, Dick and I had more time in the suits than all three of them combined.

The two of us were enjoying our morning to ourselves. Dick was throwing together two bowls of cereal while I got our coffee ready.

While I waited for the coffee pot to fill up, Dick wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"It's so quiet before everyone else gets up," he muttered in my ear.

"Stunning observation, Grayson," I chuckled. I paused to enjoy the quiet. "I like it."

"Why is that," he asked.

I turned around in his arms before wrapping my own around his neck.

"Because we have a chance to have just a bit of privacy," I explained.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He hummed, pulling me a little closer to him. I grinned against his lips. After all this time, I was finally growing used to experiencing moments like this.

"Oh, gross!"

I pulled away when I heard a voice behind me. Jason had just walked in. He scrunched up his face as he did. I rolled my eyes.

"Good morning to you too, Jason," I said.

"Would be better if you two would not chew on each other's faces in front of the coffee machine," he replied.

I rolled my eyes again before moving and pulling Dick out of the way. "Don't take all of that coffee. I didn't make that for you."

"That sucks for you," Jason shrugged as he walked away with his cup of coffee.

I scoffed at him as did. I looked over at Dick, who was chuckling. I slapped his arm.

I forgot how much of a headache living in a shared space could be.

Dick Appreciates Your Approval of His New Suit...

I watched Dick stand in front of the mirror and look over his new suit.

It was nice. Black except for a symbol on his chest that was a dark blue. He looked more like himself in that than he ever did in his Robin uniform.

He looked good. Really good. There was something about seeing him be so comfortable that made me smile a little bit wider.

"What do you think," he asked.

"It's nice," I replied, walking in a slow circle around him. "Figured out a name?"

"Nightwing."

Again, he looked so confident in it that it brought me happiness.

"I like it," I said.

"Thanks."

"Fancy suit," I commented, completing my circle and letting my eyes wander a bit. "Very nice."

"Are you looking at my ass," Dick asked, looking at me through the mirror.

"Maybe," I muttered. He chuckled. "It looks good."

"Oh my God," he shook his head and looked down.

I scoffed. "Are you going to act like you've never looked at my ass in my suit?"

He stopped, eyes snapping up to meet mine in the reflection again.

"I'm hypervigilant to everything around me," I explained. "You didn't actually think that I missed that, did you?"

Dick didn't respond, he just looked down. I saw him blushing.

I walked around him. I kissed his cheek.

"It's okay," I mumbled to him. "When it's you, I find it quite sweet... as long as I get to return the favor sometimes."

He looked at me again, a grin pulling at his lips. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his briefly.

"Anytime you want," he said against my lips.

"Ooo, careful with those promises, Dick."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him as he kissed me again.

Yeah, the new suit was pretty nice.

The Old Titans Ruined a Lot of Romantic Moments...

Dick and I were in the main sitting room.

I was curled into his side, my head on his shoulder and a book in my hands. He had an arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to him.

We were kind of just... existing together.

He would kiss my head every once in a while, but would otherwise leave me to read my book.

It took him a while to speak up, "Your reading glasses look cute."

I looked at him. "Thank you. I think they make me look clever."

"It's a shame that I know you. I see right through the trick."

I whacked his chest with the book. "You're an ass."

"Aww, I'm sorry," he muttered as I went to bury my head in my book again.

He tilted my chin up again and kissed me gently. I kissed him back, tossing my book onto another cushion nearby. My arms wrapped around him as I shifted a bit. His hands touched my back, holding me in place.

"Ay! Look at the lovebirds!"

I pulled away and grumbled at the sound of Hank's voice. "I'm gonna kill him."

Dick chuckled and pressed another kiss to my head. Hank walked into the kitchen area, followed by Dawn.

"Don't get busy on the couch," Hank added. "We all have to use that thing."

I rolled my eyes and hid my face in the crook of Dick's neck. He was still chuckling at the whole event.

"Leave them alone," Dawn scolded him. "They're in love. It's sweet."

"It's gonna leave a stain."

I heard the sound of her hitting his chest.

"Sorry," she called out to us. "I really am!"

"I'm not!" Hank added.

I grumbled, "Please let me kick his ass."

"Focus on looking clever," Dick mumbled into my ear. I smacked his chest again.

There was definitely one con to this little superhero team that Dick had created.

Going on Patrol Together...

"I won!"

I threw my hands up as Dick landed on the roof seconds after me.

"You cheated," he accused.

"Oh, you are such a sore loser," I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes as I continued my little victory dance. It had been a slow night of patrol, so I suggested a race. It was just meant to keep us active and ready to go.

These were the moments with him that I loved most. The small ones that focused on something other than our jobs and the city that was around us.

"What does the victor want," Dick asked.

I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to put a lot of thought into the idea.

"Come here," I waved him over.

"Why?"

"Because I won, so you owe me. Come here."

When he got close enough to me, I grabbed his hand and dragged him forward. I pressed my lips to his, grinning into the kiss. He slowly kissed me back.

I pulled away. "Perfect."

"That's all you wanted," Dick asked. "A kiss?"

"Would you like to see what I can come up with when I'm given more time?"

He paused for a moment. "Y'know, I think a kiss is very fair."

"I thought you'd say that."

He leaned in and kissed me again.

Yeah, a kiss was more than fair.

Date Nights Involving Bandaging Wounds...

It was a tradition after a while.

After a night working, Dick and I would meet at my place, change out of our suits, and then worry about each other's wounds. The deal was that the first one to call it got to take care of the other person first.

"You first."

Dick groaned when I beat him to the punch that night. He sat on my mattress and pulled his shirt off. The worst of the night's wounds was on his shoulder. Just needed to be bandaged up.

We sat facing each other, probably closer than necessary. Dick's breath fanned my face as he patiently watched me work. It would've made me nervous if this wasn't such a common occurrence for us.

"Does it hurt," I asked.

"Not right now."

I nodded.

I finished putting the bandage in place before looking at him. He grinned at me. I grinned back before leaning forward to kiss him gently. I cupped the side of his face as I leaned even closer to him.

He pulled away from me. "You can't just kiss me to distract me from your wounds."

"I was planning more than that."

He scoffed. "Sooner we do it, the sooner it's done, right?"

I grumbled before rolling my eyes and relenting.

He was so lucky that he was cute.

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[crossdressingdeath]

You know, thinking about it, I was wrong before. Nico has more reason to trust Hades than Percy does Poseidon at the time of the incident in TLO!

If you think about it, Percy's only evidence that Nico should've known it was a trap is that "[Nico] know[s] what [Hades]'s like", but... Nico's view of Hades would be much different from Percy's. Remember, Nico has a room in the palace at this time; Hades couldn't send him to his room the way he does later if he didn't have a room to be sent to. He's been living there! Hades allows him to live there! At this point Nico doesn't know that Hades used to visit him, Maria and Bianca regularly or that he actively stepped in to protect Nico and Bianca from Zeus and keep them safe until the time of Titan's Curse, but he does know that Hades is letting him live in his palace. Gods don't do that. Percy has to nearly die to even get a brief visit to Poseidon's palace, and he very openly knows that Poseidon wouldn't have claimed him to begin with if he didn't need him. Not to mention Poseidon has that whole thing where he explicitly tells Percy he wishes he didn't exist, which... is the sort of thing that's gonna have a negative impact on how you view your dad.

So when Percy says that Nico knows what Hades is like, what he's saying is basically... "The Underworld is evil and Hades is evil, how could you not know that," which is kind of an incredibly shitty thing to say to the child of Hades living in the Underworld? I mean, it is kind of just "You shouldn't trust your father because I think he's evil and the Underworld is evil", if I was Nico I'd be very concerned about what Percy thought of me when he started spouting that shit. Anyway, while Hades is far from a good father at this point in the series Nico still knows him as the father who is letting him live in his palace because he has nowhere to go, stepping well outside the usual bounds of gods interacting with their kids in the process. Hell, unless I've forgotten something (possible), it's entirely possible that by this point in the timeline Hades has already told Nico about Camp Jupiter (which would show a huge amount of faith in him, again above and beyond any other godly parent). Hades can be kind of a dick because all gods are dicks to their kids, but Nico has no particular reason not to trust him! Especially given Nico has exactly zero other adults in his life offering him any support and at this point in the timeline he doesn't remember his mother, so Hades is basically all he's got and he has no points of comparison other than his also-a-child sister who kinda sorta abandoned him (not going into her reasoning here but it was A Thing that would probably influence the way Nico thought about... caregivers, I guess, for lack of a better term to describe the twelve year old put in charge of her little brother) and Minos (who is... Minos. Enough said). It makes sense that when Hades says "Do this small thing for me and I'll tell you about your mother" Nico believes him, because while Hades has been awful to Nico at times there's no evidence that he's ever lied to him. Why should Nico doubt his father who gave him a place to stay when he had nothing and no one just because that father happens to be Hades and the place to stay happens to be the Underworld?

...Also in hindsight knowing just how much Hades spoils Nico (for a godly parent at least) in the future makes the "You know what Hades is like" thing kind of hilarious. Ah yes, the guy who gives Nico a place to stay when he has nowhere to go despite gods Not Doing That, tells him at least some of the gods' most guarded secrets and essentially takes it on faith that he'll keep his mouth shut, lets him get away with breaking the law that the dead stay dead without even a slap on the wrist, promises him a place in the palace when he eventually dies (which may or may not imply that Hades intends to make Nico a god when he bites it, but it's certainly not normal procedure for Underworld kids), tells him to his face he deserves everything, and backs up that claim by fulfilling his wishes with no payment required or debt accrued just because Nico asked if Hades thinking he deserved everything meant he'd do so (because Nico is a little shit, we love to see it) despite Hades claiming that wasn't actually what he meant. Why would Nico trust that guy? (I know, I know, it's not proof of anything at this point because most of that hasn't happened yet. But it is funny how completely Percy's claim that Nico should distrust his dad is eventually proved wrong by Hades spoiling his kid rotten.)

[sleepingdeath-light]

pregnant s/o hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter-only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “hcs for hunter x pregnant! reader 👀 id place them at about 27 years both they have their lives planned and it just happened! + The gangs reactions”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

now neither of you had necessarily planned for this to happen — like, at all

yes you’d had the conversation about kids when you first started dating because you wanted to make sure you were on the same page

because being young didn’t mean that you weren’t dating to stay together

so you both knew that you wanted a kid, eventually, and you were both at a point in your lives where it was stable for the first time ever

you’d just moved in to your first family home, one on the titan’s stomach so you had a wonderful garden

hunter was making excellent money as a palisman carver and you’d even started growing your own palistrum saplings in a little nursery at home

magic was just starting to stabilise after the whole belos situation

and you’d settled well into your job as a teacher at eda’s wild magic university

it was the perfect time and it… well

it just happened

you’d started feeling a bit unwell and your cycle was late and you were starting to feel a little bit bloated and hunter was worrying himself sick

so you went off to a checkup at the new hospital, perfectly calm and sure nothing would happen

and then you got the news

you were like actually really pregnant

neither of you knew how to react, staying silent and frozen for a few beats, before you finally realised what had just happened

and you just started grinning and celebrating and hunter picked you up and spun you around in a circle as you giggled and repeated the news

you were going to be parents

you were going to have a baby

like for real

and you couldn’t wait

you’re given a few potions to take for your nausea and your doctor insists you stop by for regular appointments since your pregnancy is a very new phenomenon — hunter being a grimwalker, and all

and that was when the next chapter of your lives together officially began

you gathered everyone at your home under the guise of a housewarming party to deliver the news and everyone was thrilled for you

king made a joke about being your ‘practise baby’

luz and amity were crying and amity was just barely holding back her girlfriend from tackling you

willow was grinning broadly as she pulled you both into a hug and said she was so insanely happy for you

(as well as touching your stomach and very sternly telling your baby to behave and stop making you ill)

gus used his illusions to pull together a whole celebration out of thin air and said how excited he was to be an uncle

eda slapped hunter on the back and told him he’d done good

lilith was trying to hold back her tears as she gave you both a hug and congratulated you

camilla kissed you on the cheek and gave hunter a kiss and said something about how all of her babies growing up

(she said something similar at luz and amity’s wedding a few years ago)

and darius and eberwolf were just sticking with hunter and joking with him about finally tying you down — darius tried to hide how teary-eyed he was behind a remark about finally getting to be a grandparent

which made hunter cry

but yeah you all made a day of it and you couldn’t ask for a better support system of aunts and uncles and grandparents for you baby to have in their life

even if willow and eda were getting really into the idea of teaching them to play grudgby and flyer derby…

as your pregnancy progressed your sickness gradually went away and hunter started to make a point of sitting down and talking to your bump every night

like you’ll be laying in bed, comfy as can be, and he’ll sit down beside you and just place his hand over your bump as he talks in this loving voice to your baby

he talks about his day, how he grew up, and how he’s changed

he tells them to behave and stop giving you heartburn and kicking your bladder

he promises that he’ll never make them feel unloved or unwanted — that they’ll never doubt themselves for even a second of their life

and you cry and tell him he’s gonna be the best dad

and he says that he knows he will because he’s got you by his side

and you spend the rest of your pregnancy prepping the nursery and clothes and crying over how small baby shoes are and being more in love with your boyfriend than ever

you can’t wait to start a family with him — and by the size of your bump you won’t have to wait much longer

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x Black Widow!Reader

Title: Kissing and Banter

Warnings: NONE

Character(s): Jason Todd, Black Widow x Reader, Dick Grayson, Rachel Roth.

Prompts: bold print, credit- @ nightprompts

“Oh great. It’s you again.” Jason’s words made you seethe. Ever since Dick brought you home (as a friend) to meet everyone, Jason instantly had it out for you. You were dressed in your Black Widow uniform and you gave Jason an eye roll. “Jason, she’s a part of the Titans now. So whatever your problem is, you two better figure it out. Because you two will be spending a lot of time together.”

The two of you stared at one another. “You look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way.” Jason said as he got up and started to walk around you. His finger went to trace around your shoulder, but you slapped his hand away from you. “Touch me, and you’re dead.” You said and Jason smirked.

“Dick, when are you going to get her a mask? It’s important that we keep all of our identities secret.” Then he looked over at you and was in a way mocking you, “Did you miss the memo, or are things done differently in Russia? By the way, where’s the accent?” He asked as he leaned up against the wall.

Jason made your skin crawl. “One I was trained in Russia. Two, I’m from Gotham too you idiot. And three, my mask is right here.” You said as you approached him slowly with your mask in hand. “Now, are there going to be anymore problems tweetie bird?” He stood at least a good foot taller than you, so he lowered his head so he could look you in the eyes.

His gaze was deep and it could’ve burned right through you. “Maybe we should kiss just to break the tension.” Jason whispered, his lips were close to yours. You could feel his warm breath, the smell of cigarettes and fresh mint gum filled your nostrils.

When he finally stood up straight, you stood on your tip toes and your hand cupped his cheek. He brought his head down and you let your lips trace from his jawline to the corner of his lips.

“There is something deeply wrong with you.” You whispered before smacking him upside the head. With a sweet smile, you took a step back and walked out of the armory. You could feel Jason’s gaze on you, so you made sure to sway your hips as you walked out of the door.

Dick looked over at Jason, “She’s something..” Jason said with a smirk as he rubbed the side of his head. He quickly trailed behind you, and Dick shook his head. “I’m not going to see either of them tonight am I?” He asked out loud before grabbing his coat.

—

Rachel led you to your assigned bedroom, “My room is across from yours, so if you ever need anything, just let me know.” She said and you gave her a smile. “I’m going to the movies with Gar, do you want to join us?” She asked and you shook your head. “No, I better stay here and unpack. How about next time?” You asked and she handed you your other duffle bag.

“Of course. See ya, Y/N!” She said before leaving you alone in your room. You closed the big door behind you, and tossed your duffle bag to the floor. The bed was huge, and you couldn’t wait to climbed into it. A knock on your door made you jump and when you opened the door, there stood Jason Todd. He was leaned against the door frame with a smirk on his face, “Looks like we’re neighbors.” He said as he gestured to the room next to yours.

You sighed deeply, “What do you want tweetie?” You asked and he came into your room uninvited. Closing the door behind him, he took a look around your room, “This bed is by far the comfiest out of the whole tower. I’ve laid in it a time or two.” He said before laying across the mattress and you crossed your arms.

“I’ll make sure to burn it in the morning.” You say as you pushed his feet off the bed.

Grabbing your duffle bag, you started to unpack it and Jason’s hands delved into the bag of clothes. He pulled out your red laced bra, “Now this would be a site for sore eyes.”

You snatched the bra from his hands and shoved it into one of the dresser drawers, but before you could get another article of clothing out of the bag, Jason’s arms trapped you against the dresser. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” You managed to stutter out.

His dark brown eyes gazed deeply into yours, “Tell me to leave and I will. Tell me you don’t want to kiss me.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your words were caught in your throat. He was close enough to see the freckles that were along the bridge of his nose, He’s a jerk! You thought. Why am I wanting him to kiss me? I can’t be weak, and I can’t let him win…. But his eyes..His lips. You had known Jason for well over a year, but this is the most either of you had spoken to one another. “I must’ve gotten under your skin earlier. Didn’t I?” You asked and he smiled.

“A little. I’m not used to a woman not begging for me to give her attention.” He said and you looked down at his hand placement. His right hand rested on your hip, and the other was placed on the dresser. Jason was pressed up against you, “So you started being an asshole because I wasn’t falling under the spell of your charms?” You questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“I find myself insanely attracted to you. It freaks me the hell out, because I want you and you don’t want me.” He said, and you smiled. “I guess there’s a first time for everything, tweetie.” You say and he grabbed your chin.

“I’m not Robin anymore. I’m the Red Hood, so feel free to stop calling me tweetie bird. I’m more lethal than a damn bird.” He said and you looked into his eyes.

“I want you to.” You whispered and he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked with confusion, and you leaned closer to his face.

“You told me to tell you if I didn’t want you to kiss me. I do. I want you to kiss me.” You say with a burst of confidence. Jason’s face didn’t make a single expression, which confused you. Did he just come in here to see if you buckled? Because you did, and now you regret even saying those words. You pushed him off of you, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him. He picked you up in one swift lift and sat you on the dresser.

Jason’s eyes darkened, as he cupped your face with his right hand, while his left hand traced from your knee up to your thigh. Slowly, he leaned in and his breath tickled your lips. His lips grazed yours and he pulled back so he could get one final confirmation from you.

You nodded your head, never letting your eyes leave his. Jason’s thumb ran across your bottom lip, and finally, he pulled you into him and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered: it was all a sensation you have never experienced before. Who would’ve thought a highly trained assassin, would be getting butterflies?

Your reaction was confirmation enough for Jason to keep going. His fingers tangled into your hair, holding you in place. A soft moan escaped past your lips when his tongue swiped across your bottom lip.

His lips were soft and welcoming, and the kissing was slow. You wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer into your body. The kisses were getting shorter but rougher; you bit his bottom lip and he pinned your arms against the wall.

Jason pressed another kiss to your lips before pulling away. “This complicates things doesn’t it?” He asked and you nodded.

“It definitely cannot happen again.” You say and he grinned. “But I won’t be mad if it does.” Jason said with a wink, and walked over to the bedroom door.

Before shutting the door, he leaned in, “By the way, you don’t look ridiculous in that outfit. It’s kinda hot.” He said and then he closed your bedroom door.

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Idk where I was going with this 😂

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[sea-you-in-paradise]

♡  a o t   l o v e   l a n g u a g e s  ♡

summary: attack on titan characters’ love languages  word count: 2.217 setting: any! (canonverse, modern au, etc) features: armin, connie, eren, hange, jean, levi, mikasa, reiner, & sasha genderneutral!reader warnings: none

a r m i n 

expresses his love through quality time. armin goes through life feeling like there are never enough hours in the day. he just has so much stuff to get done that tasks get pushed off because he overbooks himself. since his time is so valuable, blocking out time for you and planning how you should spend it is not something that he takes lightly. this doesn’t mean that every date is extravagant, he just wants to show you how important you are to him. he does his best to put effort into thinking of something you could enjoy together, even if it’s just reading in near silence. always shows up. you are a top priority.

armin needs words of affirmation to feel loved. he has a hard time believing that he is deserving of good things, armin really appreciates reassurance. hearing you, someone he has so much admiration and care for, insist that he matters reminds him that maybe, he is worthy afterall. tell him how lucky you are to have him in your life. armin is one of a kind and should be appreciated for it. “simple” affirmations are important too; “that sweater looks great on you,” “i missed you today,” etc. remind him that he is so, so loveable.

*bonus* - armin could tear up at an act of service from a friend. he is always willing to help with whatever you need, even if deep down, he doesn’t really feel like it. like i said, he always shows up. the moment you show up for him without him needing to ask is the moment he feels important. you could literally just pay attention to how much he is working/studying and making tea accordingly. he’ll never forget about it. 

c o n n i e

is all about gift giving. but not because he spends all his time/money on it. he just finds shit that he thinks you would like and gives it to you. expect to acquire a (genuinely interesting) rock collection. he would have specific reasoning as to why he picks each one, like if they’re shiny or heart-shaped. 100% picks wildflowers for you whenever he sees one. if he gets bored and there’s paper nearby, he’ll make “origami” (he can make the basic swan and then everything else is up to interpretation). also buys some smaller items when he’s just out and about, but he goes all out on important occasions. rarely gets you food despite buying it for sasha though. 

connie wants to hear words of affirmation. tell this man every single positive thought you’ve ever had about him. this might cause him to make some jokes at your expense, like teasing you for being “all obsessed” with him, but hearing such thoughtful things coming out of your mouth gives him the much needed reminder that people care about him. you care about him. there’s a reason he makes so many jokes, and it is not (just) because he is a funny guy.

*bonus* - connie likes having physical touch in his friendships. he just wants to platonically hold hands on walks with his friends (Jean has slapped his hand away more than once). he wants greeting and goodbye hugs whenever you have plans to hang out. expect him to give you hair ruffles/head pats and playful shoulder punches. he wants you to take turns giving each other hand massages. he’s also down if you ever need a piggyback ride, but keep in mind that he’s expecting one in return.

e r e n

is a quality time guy. eren is a fan of deep conversations. can these get depressing sometimes? yes. is that one of his favorite things about them? also yes. if you can handle that shit, then he knows you’re the one for him. he is a small talk hater, and if you’re taking the time to understand his deepest, darkest thoughts and let him in on yours without making light of it, he’ll feel very connected to you. of course, no one can keep that up all the time and while he isn’t a fan of small talk, he likes really bizarre hypotheticals, comfortable silence, and head scratches.

eren is so grateful when you lend him a hand. this man is by no means lazy, but he is 110% a procrastinator when it comes to any practical facet of his life. he’ll be so focused on doing his tasks for work that his home is just a total wreck and it never seems to get better on its own. to be frank, he would not notice if you helped him with a little bit of everything. but if you helped him with one specific task, like doing his dishes or making him a grocery list, he would be elated. of course, he would never use the word “elated” or allow his face to show that emotion, but it would relieve a lot of his stress when he gets home. please remind him that every task is an accomplishment, no matter how small. 

h a n g e

is dying to get their hands on you. take that any way you want. scientifically, romantically... very romantically. there’s lots to experiment with. all jokes aside, hange is a physically affectionate person with most people (probably more so if she wasn’t friends with levi and erwin, the least physically affectionate duo ;-;), but mostly in a proximity sense. like, they’re the kind of person who comes to sit beside you on the sofa and their thigh is basically on top of yours they’re so close. they also get closer when they talk to you, like if you back up, you will end up walking backwards to the other side of the room by the end of the convo. but in a relationship, hange is three times more intense. expect them to actually sit on you when you’re on the couch. hugs when they’re super excited, forehead kisses when they’re sleepy, shoulder rubs after long days. if you’re sitting in a chair, they’ll come up behind you and wrap their arms around you

hange loves that you spend time listening to them. to have a successful relationship with hange, the key is paying attention. they have a lot to talk about and they need someone who will not only listen, but expand upon what they’re saying. if you demonstrate even an ounce of critical thinking on one of the subjects of their interest, expect hange to be visibly excited. they will shake you by the shoulders with excitement before taking your face in their hands and calling you smart and looking in your eyes, and- well, the rest is up to you.

j e a n

jean wants to spoil you. he thinks you deserve nice things and he wants to be the one to provide them. as someone who has always yearned for a taste of luxury, he feels that the best way to show his love is sharing that taste. he wants to take you to fancy dinners, buy you flowers every time you’re feeling down, and take you shopping (he totally loves it when you try on outfits for him. he gets all blushy, but plays it “cool” ofc). and if he’s really in his feels, he might even draw a little something for you. pretty please put it in a special place in your home.

jean feels closest to you when you’re touching. he feels like there’s nothing quite as intimate as being physically close to someone (hence why he’s quick to slap connie for trying to initiate platonic hand holding). knowing that you want him close to you, so close that you have to touch him, makes jean feel important. he seeks comfort in your hugs and kisses, knowing they provide a level of safety and compassion he can only get from being near you. there’s something very exclusive about it for him.

l e v i

loves through acts of service. his acts are often masked by what some (levi included) might deem as “ulterior motives.” for example, washing/ironing your clothes because he didn’t feel like having dirty/wrinkled clothes around. mostly cleaning service tasks: something like brushing the dirt off the soles of your shoes or organizing your drawers (says he has a thing about privacy, until it comes to cleaning). he assumes that you’ve never had any organizational system in the first place. he will not explain the new system to you. he thinks it’s obvious. but sometimes, when you don’t wake up to him reordering your stuff, you wake up to a cup of tea or a plate of toast. be sure not to make a big deal out of it though or he’ll get embarrassed and "misplace” your birth certificate next time he’s cleaning.

levi secretly craves words of affirmation. frankly, “words of affirmation” might even be a stretch for what he desires most. he doesn’t need to be told how good he is at his job or how much others care about him. he wants you to pick up on little things about him that he hasn’t even realized. tell him if you like the way he pronounces a certain word or how lovely he looks while he’s focusing on the newspaper. he doesn’t let people get close to him easily, so by approaching your position as his partner with such attention to detail, you’re reminding him that he made the right decision letting you in. not even levi is immune to compliments.

*bonus* - levi’s friendship love language is quality time. let’s face it. the only way you’re getting close to levi is if you spend a lot of time together. the problem is actually getting that quality time with him. for levi, this would usually mean doing independent tasks like reading or doing paperwork together. also, doing group tasks (cleaning, cooking, etc) in comfortable silence. being friends with levi is the definition of being alone together. perhaps when you get really close you can have a little conversation with your tea. 

m i k a s a

will jump at the chance to perform an act of service. she loves to feel helpful, and since emotions aren’t something she is super comfortable expressing, she finds that assisting you with your day-to-day tasks is a good way to show she cares. she especially likes helping out with physical activities. after years of hanging around armin, she knows how vulnerable they can be, so it’s her own special cheat code. besides, she likes that her strength is useful for a variety of reasons.

mikasa feels seen when you gift her something. the fact that you saw something and thought of her makes her happy beyond comparison. mikasa’s typically focused mind will definitely wander to giddy little thoughts of you. how often do you think of her? what kinds of things would you like? what can she do to make you know that she cares? she’ll try to center herself, but part of her is glad to have something so wonderful to be distracted by. gifts are never wasted on her. she will treasure whatever you get her, even if it’s not something she would typically buy herself.

r e i n e r

loves spending quality time together. honestly, he just wants to talk. reiner wants to know your thoughts on everything. he wants you to play with his hair while he lays his head in your lap as you tell him about your day. he gives (somewhat) good advice and always remembers small details. he views the people you tell him about like characters and gets invested in your stories.

reiner is eternally grateful for the acts of service you perform. putting out his slippers in the morning, making him a plate for dinner, asking if he needs anything while you’re up/out. he also views the anticipation of his needs as a huge act of service. for example, if he tells you that he doesn’t need anything, but you come back with a blanket because he looked cold, reiner will never stop thinking about it... or you.

s a s h a

will hype you up with words of affirmation. it’s not even something she does super intentionally, and frankly, her encouragement is not something that she provides exclusively for her partner. however, every time sasha has something nice to say about you, she will say it. and since you two are together, she has a lot of really nice things to say. she has a feeling personality, so of course she’s going to gush over you! plus, she thinks that the way you react is really cute and she wants to keep seeing the look on your face as often as possible.

sasha feels appreciated when you perform acts of service. obviously this woman will go feral if you cook her food. that is no secret. but she will also be completely enamored with you if you help her out with other things as well. fold her laundry?? sasha is raving about it for a week. offer to brush her hair? she will give you little kisses all over your face. for sasha, devoting your time and effort is the kindest thing someone could do.

[knowyourplace-fool]

mind games until you lose control

Attack on Titan

Pairing: Yandere!bully!Eren x Shy!female!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Synopsis: Eren claims to hate you, and often torments you for simply existing, yet he can’t keep his hands off of you.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Part 1 (2 in the making and possibly a bonus too)

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

A/N: uh, hi. First off, I want to apologize for disappearing literally right after starting this blog. I’ll try to post more often now that I’m back on my eren shit. The ONLY reason I’m back is that there are seriously no more good dark fics anymore and no one seems to be doing SHIT about it, so ur girl’s coming in clutch for all u peeps who are into dark shit. Ong tho, I’m tired of re-reading fics (shout out @father-time-and-baby-new-year , IVE BEEN LIVING OFF HER FICS, so good, chefs kiss) anyways, happy very belated Christmas and new year :) also, the song that inspired this fic is “Mind Games” by Sickick. Definitely giving toxic eren😩

Warning(s): Physical abuse, slapping, squirting, toxic behaviour, toxic Eren, dacryphilia kink, sadist!Eren, choking, manipulation, rough sex, abandonment issues, mean!Eren, groping in public, degradation

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

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“There’s another side that you don’t know, you don’t know.”

You peer over at Eren whose left hand is firmly at the 12 o’clock position on the steering wheel. His other hand gripped your bare thigh, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down on your tender skin. His eyes were direct, jaw tight. You took this as a chance to observe how Eren looked tonight. He was wearing mid-rise, black, ripped jeans. Matching his pants with a black designer t-shirt. Initially, he wore a black hoodie over the top, but now it’s over you. His long, silky hair was in a loose man bun and a thick silver chain hung around his semi-tattooed neck. Both of his arms were littered with tattoos and veins. Around his left wrist was an expensive watch and down to his fingers were a few silver rings.

You look down at his hand that was on your lap. You brought both of your hands down to his and played with the bracelet that you made for him. It made your heart flutter a bit that he was still wearing it, despite it acquiring bright colours which he contrasts with.

“I can’t wait to get you all alone, all alone.”

Eren was driving back to his house after a night out with a few friends. As much as you wanted to tell him to take you back to your place, you knew he would become more aggravated with you. You decided against poking the bear and buried your face into his warm, soft hoodie.

You closed your eyes and thought about the events that unfolded tonight. It was your first time going out. After being endlessly bullied throughout middle and high school by Eren, you ended up with no friends. At first, you were fine with being independent but as you got older, you realized how much you were missing out on. Ironically, your first outing was with Eren’s friends. You knew Eren was bound to be there but you couldn’t give up on the opportunity of making new friends.

You wore a short, emerald green, bodycon dress. You wore your hair down with a few accessories to put your look together. Originally, you were going to walk to the arcade — where you planned on meeting up — but your friend Sasha offered to pick you up.

The night was going swell, you were genuinely having fun. The hangout moved from the arcade to a bar where Sasha’s boyfriend served you guys a few rounds. It began to get late, and the bar started to fill. While Sasha was dragging you to the dance floor, you made eye contact with him. It made you stop in your tracks because you know that look. You recognize it by heart. Goosebumps run up your body and you begin to think back to the last time he gave you that look. It was a warning look. As she was being dragged away, Sasha quickly let go of your arm and you made the sensible decision to sit back down at the booth.

“Once I’m in there ain’t no letting go, letting go.”

Casually, Eren ended his conversation with his friend and strolled over to you, nearly sitting on top of your thigh. His arm rested around the seat and he leaned into you. “Who invited you, trailer trash?”

You attempted to move down the booth, but Eren lowered his hand to your thigh and squeezed it. “Answer me.”

“Sasha invited me.” You meekly say, clearly uncomfortable and intimidated by his presence.

“Oh? When did you and Sash become besties? Does Sash even know where you come from?

You don’t answer. You know he’s referring to your home which is an old, rented-out trailer that’s at a trailer park. You had running water, a bed, a cramped kitchen and a living space. You were practically raised in it. It was good enough for you but for someone like Eren who comes from mansions, yachts and money, could never see how one can survive in it. He let the whole world know that you were poor and grew up with a single mother who abandoned you at 14. It hurt, every time he spoke about it like it was his trauma.

Yet, you have kept a charming smile on your face and allowed him to run all over you. You were a person who avoided conflict. You’ll apologize even if you did nothing wrong. You never saw the point in fighting, especially with someone like Eren.

“She picked me up from there.”

He raised an eyebrow at this. “Oh? Are you sure she saw the trailer park or did you wait at the corner of the street so she wouldn’t see?” Eren could read you like a book. You loathed yourself for hiding or at least trying to conceal the fact that you lived there. You live in a relatively wealthy town — mostly wealthy senior people who’ve retired reside in your town. Then there are people like Eren, whose father is a successful travel doctor and whose mom is a successful travel nurse who retired early and now lives her life as a housewife. His dad could retire early too, but he chose to be the town’s family doctor.

Eren grew up in a mansion with nannies and butler’s running to him at the snap of his fingers. No one has ever said no to Eren. Except for you, but would he ever listen to a nobody like you? You’re nothing but trailer trash to him. You hated that Eren made you feel self-conscious about where you lived. You hated that he made you feel ashamed of yourself for being poor, even though it’s out of your control. You know you don’t fit in the standard of this town, but it’s not like you had money to move away either. Regardless, it felt inhumane to criticize someone simply because they don’t have as much money as you. Any available condos here were a minimum of $1,000 per month vs your trailer rent which was $200, including utilities.

Furthermore, it was the last thing your mother left you. She paid the rent for the next 5 years then vanished. All you needed was money for food. You recall how you struggled to get a job at 14, most of the businesses running in town were family-based. They didn’t hire outsiders. Eventually, Eren’s mother Carla offered you a job as her sewing assistant. You were passionate about fashion, clothes and designing, so the job was right up your alley. Not to mention, Eren’s mother was a fallen angel. Truly a second mother. She was somewhat aware of your situation and frequently had you stay over for dinner, so you wouldn’t go home hungry.

Initially, you thought you hit the jackpot with this job, but once Eren started interfering, you began to scramble home as soon as you were done. It started small, like mean, typical insults to a little physical aggression like pushing and pulling to straight abuse. Every so often when Carla wasn’t looking, Eren would grip you by the neck and slam you into the wall, choking you out. Other times he’d slap you, pull your hair and spit on your face. You thought you could manage, but the final straw was when he ripped through your virginity, dismissing your pleas to stop.

You had to quit afterward and budgeted your saved money until you could find another job or better yet, get the hell out of here and away from him. But of course, that never happened. In fact, after Eren had stolen your virginity, he kept coming back for more. Early in the morning, he would show up at your door and force you to the back, where the bed was. You recall it all too vividly, you were lying on your stomach, unfortunately already aware of what was about to go down. You couldn’t help but cry. You were unsure of how to stop him. His whole body weight kept you down, and he had both of your wrists pinned. You were wearing a nightgown, only providing easier access for him. He fondled your body for a couple of minutes before ripping your gown off, leaving you bare on the bed. Eren had a ridiculously huge dick. No matter how many times you fuck, you can never adjust to his cock. Eren was completely aware of this and used it to his sick advantage. Without properly prepping, he pierced into your tight pussy, letting out a deep groan after bottoming out. You were sobbing your heart out, kicking, squirming, whimpering, doing anything you could to attempt to get him off. Little did you know, Eren was fully getting off to this. He pulled out his cock again and shoved it back in with no mercy. Pretty quickly, he picked up the pace and began fucking you like an animal in heat. He had a hold of your whole body; he wouldn’t allow you to slip away from him. After adjusting to a comfortable speed, he leaned down, burning breath fanning your ear, “stop fucking crying, you like this.”

“No, Eren please!” you cry out, gripping the bed sheets harder than before. He lets go of your wrist and pulls your hair back to get a proper look at your pathetic face. “Tell me no again, baby. I fucking dare you.”He pressed his cheek against yours, moving his hips harder and faster from behind. He was provoking you to say it again. It’d give him more reason to punish you. You knew it was a trap and tried your best to avoid it, but it wasn’t enough. After hours of relentless fucking, you felt the hope in your body crumble and decay. It hurt to inhale because of his cock that was nonstop impaling you. It didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon either. You couldn’t help but beg him to stop. Every inch of your body was aching, screaming at your brain to figure something out to make this all stop. Your poor mind was helpless. You couldn’t do anything but beg for mercy.

Eren quite literally fucked you all night. By the morning, you were smothered in sweat and tears. When you woke up, he was gone. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you waddled over to the bathroom before bursting out into tears after taking a look at yourself. Dark hickeys decorated your neck, collarbone and cleavage. His big hands left some bruises on your wrist and ass. Lips are swollen from being sucked on for too long and hard. You used the washroom and freshened up a bit before crawling back into your bed.

Unfortunately, for you, this would merely be the start of it.

“Watch me turn your mind into my home.”

Eren's house is located in the outer part of town, also known as, where the rich people live. The drive from town to his house was about 30 minutes, even with Eren’s speeding. Eren’s hand was now holding yours; he was fidgeting with your ring.

It belonged to your mother. After she “had disappeared, ”you went to the police station after 72 hours of her not contacting you. You knew your mother’s work required her to be away for a few days, but normally she’d call you. It had already been three days and you hadn’t received a single phone call. When you informed the police officer, they informed you that your mother had already spoken with them and that she was not missing. She’s moved into the city. A wave of confusion strikes you. Did she move… without you? You understand the city was far more expensive to live in, especially with a teenager, but an explanation would’ve been nice. Once you reached home, you opened a few of her drawers and saw that most of her items were gone. You must have been in deep slumber when she packed her bags and left for good. Your heart breaks a little, every time you think about it. It made you feel worthless.

Although you’ve never acknowledged it, your mom was the one who triggered the crack in you. She raised you to be independent and obedient because it made her job as a parent significantly easier. By the time you were eight, you already knew how to wash your clothes, cook and even walked to school by yourself, despite it being a 15-20 minute walk. Because your mom left early in the morning, it was your responsibility to wake up and get ready for school. However, you never complained because you knew your mother was working her ass off to provide a better living for you. Or so you thought. But could you blame her? You hated that you constantly found a reason to be empathetic toward someone, even when they outright wronged you. Your mother left you to fend for yourself, and that’s how you landed into the palms of Eren Jaeger who completed the crack and completely broke you.

I fucking hate Tumblr. It took me longer to format this fic than to write it.

Anyways, hope you somewhat enjoyed it.

I know that there wasn't much smut in this part but the next part will!!

Thanks for reading :)

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