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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

risky

Summary: The undercover mission with Javier does not go as planned. Not that you're complaining.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 588

Raiting: E

Warnings: smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex) undercover Javi with a twist, making out

A/N: This interaction has been on my mind all day so please, enjoy this smol baby drabble I might be ovulating

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Full Masterlist // Javier Peña Masterlist

„You always take your undercover work this serious, Agent Peña?“ You whispered against his ear, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan that you desperately wanted to hear him, deciding to moan quietly right against his ear. 

One of his arms was wrapped securely behind your back, keeping you close against his chest while his other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping your head close towards his. 

For anyone who would find you here in this dark corner of the roof terrace of this club It would look like you were making out. 

Which you were. 

More or less. 

No one would know that you had been sitting on his cock for the last fifteen minutes.

But you were and you weren’t planing on getting up any time soon. 

Or at least before he had fucked you full of his cum. 

This night had started so innocently. This time the mission was nothing more than having a drink at a bar where the criminals Javier and you had been after for almost a year were supposed to have a meeting at. When they hadn’t shown up after two hours Javier had gotten the call that they had been sighted in another town and Javi and you? Well you had decided that since you were out already, you could have a little fun. 

Fun apparently meant getting handsy with you while dancing to some salsa tunes. 

It wasn’t long before he led you outside, the hot summer day turning the night almost tropical, leaving you and him to be only a few of the people on the roof. 

Nobody spared you a glance when he led you in the darkest corner, having you sit on his lap, his hands both on your ass under the dress you had chosen to wear for the night. 

Nobody cared as he pulled at the front of you dress so he could suck one of you nipples into his mouth. 

Nobody cared when he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers slipping inside of you while you unbuckled his belt and helped him open his pants to release his cock. 

And nobody fucking cared when he had you slowly sink down on his cock out here in the open while the music from the club beneath you shook the floor and at least the four people you had seen when you got here, were somewhere on this roof with you.

„Never know who could be watching. Gotta really sell our story,“ he mumbled against your ear and you grinned, hands in his hair, tilting your head back so you could look at him. 

„And what is our story, Agent Peña?“ You asked before you found his lips in a deep kiss, rolling your hips slowly, the length of his cock making you hum against his lips. 

„That we’re newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other of course,“ he mumbled against your lips thrusting up into you slowly.

„Mmmmmhhhh…. Don’t think three years of marriage count as newlyweds anymore, Javier,“ you grinned down at him and you saw his jaw flex as you clenched your walls around his cock. 

„We’re still horny like newlyweds, so who the fuck cares?“ He winked. 

„And I wouldn’t risk getting caught fucking in public with anyone other than my wife,“ he kissed you again and you smiled. 

„I sure hope you wouldn’t risk getting caught with your dick in anyone else than your wife, baby. Public or not.“

[woozingie]

happy new year you don't understand i want AN ASSIGNMENT

i want something to make me happily miserable, or miserably happy, and have no boundaries as to how many hours a week i devote to it

i need A PHD SUBJECT🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[martren]

The martren fic has been written. Now to type it up in a Google doc and export to ao3

LETS GOOOOOOO

[saguaroooo]

That feeling when you talk to another fan of the old nerd show you like and accidentally mention that you ship two character of the same gender/headcanon someone as trans*

[author-a-holmes]

Mixed opinion/nuanced.

But also, I'm primarily a writer.

So, look. I know the poll says for fanfiction. So when I say I dislike them because song lyrics are copyrighted, it doesn't quite hold the weight it would if this was for original stories, but I still stand by the point.

Because quite a lot of fanfic is written by people who are young, and practicing their writing craft, and don't know that song lyrics can't just be used willy-nilly like that.

So firstly, I think it sets a bad precedent.

Secondly, I dislike it because I think it's lazy. If you want chapter titles, bleed for them like the rest of us. And if you can't come up with chapter titles, then there's nothing wrong with not having any.

im curious bc i've seen lots of varying opinions on this

feel free to explain why in the tags! also, reblogs increase the reach of the poll and make it so the post doesn't die lol so reblogging if u vote would be nice :)

[goblinbugthing]

watching a full playlist of jordan persegati's old creepypasta content and i see a video titled 'return of eyeless jack' n in just like "oh sick! i love ej!"

so i start watching it and.

its a fucking fanfiction.

a self insert ej x reader fanfiction i found reposted on wattpad in my initial creepypasta phase.

SIR.

[stanurines1mp]

Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ← 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Erika!" Jean called, immediately going up to hug her. "You made it," he whispered against her ears. "We were worried when we didn't see you but-"

"I was with Armin and Connie. But we got separated along the way. They went to help Mikasa. And I assume they have yet to return," she panted, returning his hug.

"Not yet," he sighed worriedly.

'Armin, please survive,' Erika's heart prayed silently.

"Who's that?" Erika nodded to behind Jean. The boy looked backward, seeing Erika's motion towards the corpse that lay bloodied on the floor.

"I think he was one of the cadets assigned here. I guess he just couldn't take it anymore," Jean theorized sadly.

"Oh well, sucks to be him," Erika pursed her lips with a shrug, earning a shocked look from Jean. He watched wide-eyed as the girl stood up and walked toward the corpse. She then crouched down beside it, her hands going up to his shirt.

"Oi, Erika, what are you do-"

His words were interrupted by the loud sound of Erika tearing the corpse's shirt. Or at least the clean part that lacked bloodstains. Jean watched in shock as the girl took the strip of clothing and brought it up to her neck. She swiftly slid it under her hair, both her hands carrying each end of it upwards. She then proceeded to tie the cloth into a hair tie for further practicality.

Upon seeing Jean's shocked expression, all she could say was, "What? He's clearly not going to need it."

Just then, another window broke into pieces due to the entrances of the remaining three cadets. Erika's eyes instantaneously latched onto the familiar blue-eyed blond, her legs rushing to bring her to him, relief flowing through her. 

Her attention was diverted upon hearing Jean's yells. Her head snapped in his direction, seeing him hold someone by the collar before being stopped by Marco. Erika let go of Armin before walking up to Jean and Marco to investigate what the commotion was about. She overheard the words of one of the soldiers regarding the disaster in the supply room.

"Well now that's a big problem," Erika sassed, a hand on her hip as she exhaled with frustration. "Almost feels like everything we did to get here was for naught."

"So what? Are we just supposed to give up?" Jean groaned angrily.

"I never said that," Erika scoffed, her head slightly shaking. "How many Titans are down there?"

"I- I don't know!" The soldier cried.

"Hmm, that's alright," Erika hummed. "This is the headquarters of Trost. I'm pretty sure there's got to be some weapons here that can help us."

"You mean like rifles?" Marco lighted up.

"I suppose that could work."

"Some of us will go search. The rest of you go down first," Jean said to Erika, earning a nod from the girl.

As discussed, Erika and the others went down to the basement, a level just above the supply room. They took the time to rest while waiting for Jean and some other boys to return with their findings. 

Erika was sitting with Mikasa and Armin, her legs laid out as she stretched to ensure her body's physical state. Her fingers played nimbly with the pendant of her necklace, her ears wide open to the story told by Connie of how the trio was saved by an Abnormal Titan who showed no interest in eating them but instead fought other Titans. 

It brought up an interest in Erika, obviously curious to know more about said Titan. An Abnormal Titan is still a Titan nonetheless, just with less predictable movements.

So the question pondered her mind; "An Abnormal or an Intellegent?" Her lips had allowed those words to escape, though in a small whisper.

"Wait, what?" Connie asked, extremely confused by what the girl had brought up.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, nothing. Forget what I said," she brushed it off, her hands waving dismissively as her lips plastered a smile. 

Though most of them did in fact ignore her, Armin's mind was struck with intense wonder at the words she said. Nevertheless, it was let off once Jean, Marco, and others were back, arms carrying boxes.

"We've found some lying around," he announced, placing down the boxes. He opened the lid, revealing a few rifles, weapons to be used in their escapade. "Will these work, Armin?" Jean questioned, swiping off the dust-covered rifles.

"Yes. It's estimated that there are around 7 Titans down there. This much firepower will allow for us to blind them simultaneously," he explained. "First, we'll use the lift to lower the group of people from the center. They will then fire simultaneously at the faces of each of the seven Titans, which will blind them. Then, comes the moment of truth. Seven people hiding above will strike the Titans' vital points just after the gunfire."

"Sounds solid on paper. But it's extremely risky," Erika pondered, her eyes traveling the room. "Those seven people need to kill those Titans at the same time."

"Yes. I suggest the top 7 of our class," Armin spoke up. "Still, is this idea of mine really our best strategy?"

"You should have more faith in yourself, Armin," Marco beamed gently, placing a reassuring shoulder on the blond teen.

"I agree," Erika said, gaining everyone's attention. "You're one of the smartest people we know. And it's about the only idea anyone can think of right now. So we have no choice but to proceed. If not, we'd just be sitting ducks with no food supply," she spat out, her eyes on the target of one of the rifles she picked up. She loaded some bullets into the weapon she held, taking off its safety before shooting at a far wall. Her actions shocked everyone but she let out a pleased hum. "These will work just fine."

Soon, everyone began helping to load the rest of the guns. Erika, Marco, and Armin each took a rifle, leading the rest of the group. They took a step into the lift, examining their rifle, ensuring that it would fire as planned. Once the chosen 7 had gone down in hiding, the lift was lowered slowly.

"I'm kinda excited to use this," Erika giggled slightly. "We didn't really get much chance to use it during training." 

Everyone had their rifles aimed at the Titans once the lift was lowered. Each of them nervously waited for Armin's signal. Slight relief flooded Armin's senses upon noticing that the number of Titans was exactly 7. Nothing more, nothing less. 

As one of the Titans initiated eye contact with them, the relief in Armin was soon replaced by nerves. But he understood he had to stay calm. The Titan neared them, closing in their distance.

"Armin, we're waiting for you," Erika stammered quietly.

"Not yet," he quivered, eyes focusing on his target.

The Titan only walked closer and closer. "Armin, it's getting really close," Erika reminded, her tone in a nervous sing-song.

A second passed with silence before Armin let out a warning, immediately joined by the sounds of gunshots. Erika's right eye was focused on the target while she had her left eye closed. Her finger on the trigger pulled continuously to allow the ultimate effect on the Titan's blinding. 

Once all the Titans were groaning in pain, stumbling onto their toes, the top 7 initiated their surprise attack. Despite some setbacks, all 7 Titans became steaming corpses. Cheers of joy flooded the room before everyone went on to resupply their gas tank. 

Relief and happiness danced in the air, imprinting hope in the hearts and minds of the soldiers. Once everyone was ready, they began moving out, ready to leave the town and find safety within the Walls.

"Mikasa?" Armin gasped, seeing the lonely girl standing on a rooftop, viewing the city. He then proceeded to get up there.

"Oi, Armin!" Erika tried to stop him but it was to no avail. Instead, she followed him up there, landing softly beside Armin. Her eyes then widened when she saw what exactly was Mikasa's view.

"They're cannibalizing it!" Armin gasped.

"Is that the Titan that helped you guys?"

"Yes," Armin nodded.

"I thought that if we could somehow figure out what's up with that Titan, it could've helped us break free from this hopeless situation," Mikasa justified.

Reiner suddenly agreed from behind the trio, earning an objection from Jean. "I agree with Mikasa and Reiner," Erika exhaled. "It's shitty that we can't just go right now but look at it Jean," she shook her head, pointing towards the 'Abnormal' Titan. "Something's up with that Titan."

"That Titan," Armin drawled out, looking away. "That was the Titan that ate Thomas."

And as if on cue, the 'Abnormal' Titan let out a rumbling roar, pushing off the Titans that were feasting on it. 'No- Him,' Erika thought, a theory forming in the back of her mind. The former Titan then launched himself forward, his jaw tackling the nape of the Titan that had killed Thomas. Erika's eyes couldn't help but lower to the Titan's legs. Specifically, his stance.

"Armin," she whispered as she called, earning his attention. She then pulled him by the hem of his sleeve, away from the rest so she could discuss her thoughts in private. "The stance. It's exactly the same as the one we were taught during camp. During hand-to-hand combat."

Hearing her words, he gasped, looking to the said Titan. "You're right!"

"And Armin," she heeded. "We know that Titans eat humans, not for survival, but pure bloodlust. But Titans only eat humans. Never animals. Only just humans," she added, building up to her theory. "But that thing," she let out, pointing her blade toward the giant. "That thing, it was eaten by other Titans. We saw it with our own eyes."

"What are you getting at, Erika?" Armin feared, having an intense feeling that his questions from earlier were about to be brought to the surface with Erika's words.

"That's not an Abnormal Titan, Armin," she whispered, holding tightly onto his forearm. "It's a human." 

[jrwiblrpositivity]

@/bizlybebo IS AN AMAZONG WRITWR AMD YOU SHOULD READ ALL OF ITS FANFICTIOB AND YOY SHOULD READ HAMARTIA!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@bizlybebo !!!!

[aryastark-baratheon]

I’ve honestly ran out of words to express how deeply I love these two and this universe. I was looking forward to when they told each other about their scars. You don’t understand how I almost died from the sweetness of Reader planting kisses all over Joel’s face. Kissing each other’s faces all over is peak romantic pillow talk and only people who are truly in love do that, perfect for our love birds 🥹❤️ I sometimes feel like you can read my kind because you really do read all the things and tropes that I love the most!!!! I am GRATEFUL 🥹

CONGRATS ON 700 DARLING GIRL 🫶🏻 still no idea why you don’t have 7,000 because you should!

may I request the kissing injuries/scars for the Drabble…. And if no-one else has requested it and I can be greedy because I love filth can I also request one with the breeding kink. Because reasons. 👀

ILY 🧡

Charlie my love, thank you for sending in this request!! I REALLY wanted to do this one, and my muse really got flowing for an important scene between them that I could write now that the epilogue is up. Breeding kink has been written and is here

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, established relationship, set in the ASHWAH universe

Warnings: Mention of past suicide attempt (Joel's lore), Hurt/Comfort, lots of love and vulnerability

Wordcount: 1.3k

Part of my 700 follower celebration (or 900 now because we just hit that!! THANK YOU!!!) If you want to send in a request for a drabble, check out the prompt list here! I'll be accepting requests up until July 3rd!

“What about this one?”

You brushed your fingers across the jagged scar on his abdomen, right below the thinner scars from the time Joel was attacked by Stalkers on patrol, the injury you had treated when you found him bleeding, struggling to patch himself up in his bathroom.

“Newer,” Joel murmured, his fingers trailing up and down your naked spine in a lazy manner as you brushed your hands over his body, exploring every mark and asking for the story behind each. “Got it after we left Jackson last winter.”

Propping yourself up on your elbow more, you glanced from the healed scar up towards his face, seeing how he gazed down at you with an unabashed fondness that made you feel a warmth spread from your head to your toes.

A warmth you now knew the exact cause of.

“Really?” you asked quietly, glancing back down towards the scar as you ran your fingers over it again, watching the muscles of his stomach jump below your fingers, a small smile dancing on your lips at his body’s subsconscious reaction to your soft touch. “It looks deeper.”

“It was,” Joel sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, squeezing your shoulder gently before dragging his fingers up and down your skin there. “When we got to the University of Colorado, we ran into some raiders. One of them got me real good.”

A frown crossed your face as you rolled over onto your stomach, pulling yourself up so you could meet Joel’s eyes directly from above him, showing that you were open and invested in what he had to say.

Joel met your gaze, huffing out another quiet sigh as he softened at the sincerity in your gaze. “It was bad. Would’ve died if it wasn’t for Ellie. I told her to go back to Jackson, but she…”

You felt an ache in your chest, and you brought your hand up, stroking his cheek gently as you could detect the weight to what he was and wasn’t saying.

“Of course she stayed,” you whispered, leaning down, brushing your nose against his cheek, kissing the skin there and murmuring, “She loves you.”

Joel made a small sound, gruff as he avoided your gaze when you pulled back up to look at him.

It made you sigh, leaning down to press kisses on his other cheek and up his face, wanting to shower him with how much love you had for him.

The more you and Joel became completely intertwined, the more you began to notice hints of the vast vulnerability that laid below his stoic surface. You had known for a long time he carried the weight of the world he had lost on his shoulders, but you hadn’t realized how much it affected the way he lived and loved until you had admitted that love you shared for each other.

You paused as your lips brushed against his temple, lips grazing the old scar there—the most faded one on his body, and you knew by the way he had never mentioned it that it held a story deeper than the rest.

“This one?”

When he stiffened below you at the question, you knew you were right in your theory. This scar contained a great emotional history, and you pressed another gentle kiss along the length of it before pulling back, stroking your thumb across his cheekbone before dancing your fingertips down along his nose, catching his eye as you whispered, “You don’t have to tell me, love. It’s okay.”

Joel’s eyes wavered, the depth of them softening at the affectionate name that left your lips, understanding the weight behind the simple word you called him.

It wasn’t a name that you called him often, as being in love was completely new to you. But you were working on being vulnerable, on opening yourself up and trusting him in this new direction of your journey together.

And in that moment, it was that fact that made Joel confess the story to you.

You stayed quiet as he recounted the days after Sarah’s death, how he had felt lost with no direction, no meaning left to continue to go on. Tears sprang to your eyes as he whispered to you what he had tried to do, what he hadn’t been able to, and you cupped his cheek in your hand, glancing between his eyes as he softly confessed to trying to take his own life twenty years ago.

Unable to find the words in that moment, you leaned back down, pressing your lips over the scar again in a rapid succession of soft, chaste kisses before leaning down to capture his lips in yours. Gentle and barely there, and then more firm, pouring your unwavering loyalty and love into the kiss, trying to show him how thankful you were that he had flinched, and was here with you today.

When you leaned back and rested your forehead against his, Joel kept his eyes screwed shut for a moment, brows knotted together as he sighed quietly, trying to reign in his emotions before he opened his eyes and reached a hand up to stroke the small scar on your cheek with his thumb.

“How about you, mi luna?” he whispered, and your eyelashes fluttered, sighing softly at the name that conveyed his utter love and devotion for you with the question. “This one?”

“Seattle,” you said quietly, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brow, willing it to smooth out and only pulling back to lay beside him when it did. “My father was pretty high up in the WLF, and I fought in it with him. So did my sister.”

Joel frowned, glancing over your face as he did the math in his mind before asking, “How old were you?”

“Me? I started when I was about 16 or 17,” you muttered, watching as that crease deepened between Joel’s brow again, and you subconsciously reached a thumb up to try and smooth it out before adding quietly, “Little Star was 13 when she started later.”

“Jesus,” Joel whispered, letting out a harsh breath as he frowned deeply. “This happened because of that?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, shrugging as he cupped your cheek in his hand, tracing the pattern of that small scar on your cheek again and again, a habit he had gotten into months ago—memorizing the paths of your scars, and a part of you suspected he did it to remind himself that you were there with him. “It was a fight with FEDRA that went bad fast. I was too close to a makeshift bomb from one of our guys. Luckily I was far enough out of the blast zone to really get hit, but glass went flying and, well…”

You gestured vaguely towards the scar that Joel was still tracing with his thumb, and his frown deepened, a glimmer of anger in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that scar in a gentle kiss that made your eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping your mouth that he chased with a press of his own there.

Joel kissed you slowly, languidly, and you returned it happily, lips meeting his again and again before he pulled back to rest his forehead against your own.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to that scar, and you smiled gently, leaning up to press your own kiss to the temple on his scar again before pulling back to wrap your arms around him, snuggling against his chest as he held you closely in return.

“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling against his skin as you let out a sigh of happiness, of content. “Me, too.” 

[h2dden]

So i need help to find 1 ff i lost and can NOT stop thinking about. Its about izana and yn being all lovey dovey and one day izana leaves to go meet his brother and he “DIES” so years pass and yn met mikey and now they fall inlove but yn was still thinking about izana. Then izana came back and they fucked so can yall PLEASE help me find that fanfictiob. I have to finish reading it or i can’t stop thinking 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[mintmatcha]

please dont follow me i write insane anime fanfictiob. dont invite this into your life

[6flyingosprey6]

RICHAS IS SHARING HIS FANFICTIOB

[zzolton]

its been FOUR days since my fanfictiobs have updated im going to die. stop giving up fanfcition for lent and ramadan everyone its hurt my feelings specifically

[wormsinsdirt]

i have to make sans fanfictiob

[oddvanilla]

because.. erm yknow im a peacful ryam ross girlie you probably didny notice cause i have mcr on pfp and on abnner but watever AND ... it happens to be that im a MINOOOR schoolgal GIRL I DONT JAVE A CREDIT CARD KID but and i also happen to be an unfortunal HARRY POTTER ENJOYER OF ALL THINGS. did you know that?? im shocked and erm.. some authors of hp fanfictiob yes. i really admire happen to follow me back and. IM.NOY REALLY COMFORTABLE WITH THAT OKAY cause theyre old and kinda weird and... that makes me weird idk i cant manage aduly cosplaying amy more AND I CANT BLOCK THEM LIKE i think they are the greatest people eber but i dont even like.. do hp content at all ibwanted to but like bandom.mutuals are my peopleee...

UHH U CAN SOFT BLOCK?? IDK....BUT ALSO YEAH MAKES SENSE TELL ME IF U MAKE A NEW ONE I NEED TO STILL BE FRIENDS W YOU

[humongousabysmal]

IN PLAIN SIGHT 2 FANFICTION SaVE ME IJ POAIN SIGHT 2 FANFICTIOB