#old fanfiction

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Coincidentally, I have the perfect fanfic for this day, written some years ago. An Entrapdak fluff piece. __________________________________ The Boop  Hordak snarled, taken aback.   “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”   He narrowed his eyes at Entrapta.  She had touched the top of his nasal-frame with her gloved index finger.  He had felt no pain from it, but was completely surprised by the sudden close contact and also its casualness.   He clenched his teeth to avoid yelling at his lab partner.  He wasn’t truly angry, just baffled.   “What was that…Entrapta?”  “Oh, a boop?”  “What, pray tell, is a ‘boop?”   “What I just did to you!” Entrapta answered.   “Why?”  “Oh, for science!” she casually answered.  “As you know, I am incredibly curious about your body.  Your nasal-bridge is unlike any humanoid I’ve seen!  I was just dying to figure out how it worked and was overcome with an urge to just…to just touch it!”  Hordak deftly dodged a second attempt at a “boop.”   “Cease this tomfoolery at once!”   “It’s also oh, so cute!  I don’t know why, but many Etherians have the urge to boop the noses of small animals!”  “Do I look like a small animal?”  “No, but you are cute!”   Hordak’s ears dipped and he immediately wore a deep blush.  He recovered quickly, hoping that Entrapta had not seen it.  Judging by the ear-to-ear grin she wore, she had, indeed, seen it.   __________________ Also to be found on Ao3 among my misc collection: Dog Days in the Horde.

#boop #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #spop #she-ra and the princesses of power #entrapdak fanfiction #fluff #entrapdak fluff #old fanfiction #hordak gets booped

[blueskywater-happiness]

Doodling an old fic

Well this is base on my old fic that I wrote a loooong time ago, that was eventually adopted by a new author (shoutout to Frostbite43, I love the changes and additions :') thank you for keeping the au alive)

Doodle 1: How I initially imagine human Bunnymund looks like.

Doodle 2: A meeting

Doodle 3: "When your kid made you late for work cause he was making a mess of the paints" and yes this is a hybrid au of sorts.

#rise of the guardians #rotg #rise of the guardians bunnymund #e. aster bunnymund #aster bunnymund #rotg bunnymund #rotg aster bunnymund #jack frost #rise of the guardians jack frost #rotg jack frost #doodles #old fanfiction #I was rereading old stuff so I got inspired

[overlordraax]

Hi! This is very random, but I suddenly recognised your username. You wrote 'Biohazard' on Spectrum Headquarters, didn't you? I enjoyed it and especially liked the illustrations. Great stuff - thanks for writing/drawing!

Oh hey yes! That's me! Quite a blast from the past that, I wasn't expecting this message and it's reminded me a whole bunch about that story. Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing it at the time even though I don't think I'll ever be able to read it again lol.

I feel I maybe got too exciting cramming in as many Resident Evil references as possible (there was even a reference to the unproduced George A Romero screenplay? I should have definitely cut that out). Even though there's bits of that fic I still remember fondly: the scene where Brad Vickers runs into Captain Black, the action scene where they have to rescue that scientist, Annette's death, and Magenta getting access to submachine guns.

My favourite Mysteron to write was Brad. Just since he was a Mysteron in the body of a coward it was great to play up the dramatic irony of the audience knowing he was evil but none of the other characters realising that.

It might have been one of the earliest fanfics that I actually published. But thank you! I liked doing all the extra illustrations, I thought it would be fun to draw Resident Evil with a slightly TV21 look to it.

Since I'm now into transformers I occasionally think about writing a Captain Scarlet/TF crossover. I think there is so much potential, especially since the Supermarionation world has so many cool vehicles for everyone to turn into. (I did write a Thunderbirds crossover at least).

#If I wrote Biohazard today I'd definitely make all the Spectrum characters less het #I mean... it's an organisation with rainbows on everything #Also in Biohazard none of the Spectrum officers actually got to kill any of the big monsters #Definitely something I'd change if I went over it again #Biohazard #Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons #Resident Evil #Old Fanfiction

[kaiamtt]

Me after I found my old fanfiction account on some random website nobody uses and re-writing the first chapter that I wrote 6 years ago:

#shitpost #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #old fanfiction

[cheryl-lesbian]

Does anyone remember this old (wayyyy before Tweek x Craig) Creek fanfic, “Something I Can Never Have,” here’s what I remember:

Mostly Tweek’s POV— Tweek talks about how Craig bullies him everyday. It started off with Craig giving him death glares which freaked Tweek out. Tweek tried to go to different places (walk a different route to his locker etc) than normal to avoid Craig so as to not piss him off but Craig was always eventually there glaring at him. Tweek decided to try to work things out by talking to Craig, but as soon as he said “Hi,” Craig punched him. From there Craig was violent to Tweek every day. It’s pretty obvious to the reader that Craig has a crush but Tweek is oblivious.

Tweek goes to a gas station where the employee is his friend and they flirt, then Tweek leaves when a group of men attack him in the alleyway and attempt to rape him but thankfully Craig intervenes and beats them all up before helping Tweek calm down.


Later Craig and his friends and the main four (Clyde, Token, Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Kyle I think) go to Tweek’s workplace for lunch (at Craig’s insistence; some of the other guys have other places they want to go but Craig is adamant that “We’re. eating. here,” and the argument ends abruptly and Tweek, creeped out thinks “Shit. I guess God has spoken.”) and Kenny starts flirting with Tweek, until Craig throws something at him and tells him to stop “f@gging up the place,” Cartman agrees.

I think Tweek at some point spills the coffees and Kenny helps him clean while flirting and Craig helps him up. Tweek i guess goes to remake the orders. While they’re alone Kenny slyly asks Craig what’s so special about Tweak Bro’s and then asks Craig’s permission to go after Tweek unless Craig would mind. Craig says he doesn’t care and makes homophobic and insulting comments and Kenny is amused and disbelieving that Craig doesn’t care but accepts it as an okay. Kenny flirts with Tweek some more and invites him to hang out with him and the rest of the group.

Tweek is at the gas station again and Craig walks in, he tries to buy alcohol but the employee asks to see an ID and they get into an argument. Tweek, who again is friends with the employee, couches for Craig and he reluctantly lets Craig buy it and leave. When Tweek exits the station Craig confronts him and demands to know why Tweek helped him, Tweek says it’s because he “owes” Craig for saving him, Craig accepts this and leaves.

Tweek is later hanging out with the main four - i think they’re having a bonfire— and Kenny keeps flirting; the end up sharing a log and Tweek is receptive but nervous about Kenny’s flirting.

Meanwhile Craig is at Token’s house with Token and Clyde and they’re all drinking. They’re all bored and Craig tells Token that they should crash Stan’s “party.” Token agrees but is implied to be suspicious of Craig’s motives. 


That’s about where the story ended it last I read. I haven’t been able to find the fic or even ANY mention of it anywhere :/ I don’t expect anyone to have a link (though that would be awesome) I just want to know if anyone else remembers this!!

I promise the story was a lot better than my summaries might make it seem lol— despite the negative characterization of Craig I do think there was depth there and potential. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to post about this!

#south park #south park fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #old fanfic #old fanfiction #deleted fanfiction #south Park fanfic #creek #creek fanfiction #tweek tweak #Craig tucker #sp creek #creek sp

[anakinsafterlife]

To all my fandom oldies, I am looking for a fanfic that was online in the mid-nineties, so it was probably geocities or angelfire or tripod or something like that. Anyway, it was a Star Wars prequel style fic written before the prequels were released, even before the first rumours came out of Lucasfilm. Anakin was an officer in the Republican army, and his wife was an admiral (I remember that her name was something original and *not* Arcadia, which was always her name in fics of that period). The fic takes place primarily after she asks for a divorce or right after they get divorced. Anakin is not onboard with the separation, but because his wife has connections in the upper echelons, he can't oppose it. So he goes to a bar and gets angry-drunk (I think Palpatine might have been in the bar with him, but not sure about that??), and then crashes his speeder on the way back home or to wherever he was staying. He's massively injured, and this ends up being the reason for the life support suit.

I can't remember the name of the fic at all, or the name of the webpage, but if anyone has a copy of this secreted sonewhere, or at the least some information that I can plug into the Wayback Machine, I would be terribly grateful. I do know that it was someone's individual webpage, and the story was never posted to any of the bigger archives of the time.

My sincere thanks to anyone who might respond or reblog for signal boost. May the Force be with you!

#star wars #fanfic #fanfiction #90s fandom #older fans #elder fans #old fandom #anakin skywalker #pre prequels #star wars prequels #old fanfic #old fanfiction #1990s #1990s fandom #fandom oldies

[feuerstahl]

While looking for something else among my files, I stumbled upon the first fan fiction I ever read. I first downloaded them during late ‘98/early ‘99, then cleaned up in word in 2000 for printing out. Before that, I had copies my friend had printed at her mom’s workplace, but they were unformatted and not the best for comfortable reading (pretty sure I still have some of those somewhere as well). All of them are “The X-Files” fanfiction, mainly Mulder/Krycek as ship (I don’t think those two ever got an actual pairing name).

Most of them were from archives that have been since then transferred to AO3 (MKRA, TER/MA, Down in the Basement and such), but I do remember reading on other, smaller sites as well (I could wander around Geocities and Angelfire fan pages for hours). Not sure if any of them are lost/deleted fan fiction, but I’m thinking of putting some time aside someday to check.

Also, back then I didn’t have my own PC and could access Internet only at school (thankfully, this was during my last years of high school, and I was on good terms with our IT teacher, so I could loiter about in IT classroom quite a lot), so I wrote down all the links in an actual notepad (or several). It’s probably safe to assume that most of these don’t work by now...

#the x-files fanfiction #old fanfiction #fanfiction history #fanfiction archiving #mulder/krycek #mulder x krycek

[krsive-writes]

If anyone knows this rickorty fic, please let me know: aged up, married Morty having an affair with Rick. There's a scene in particular where they have sex on the floor in a hotel room, and then Rick throws his ring at him and leaves afterwards. This fic would be several years old at this point.

#rick and morty #rickorty #c 137cest #rickmorty #rick and morty fanfiction #rickorty fanfiction #aged up morty #married morty #ao3 #old fanfiction

[starfleetwitch]

Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Hi Nonny. Thanks for the ask! Yes! Actually. But not in the way you might think. Still beating DEVASTATED me. Not because of the plot, but because the final chapters were completed and were lost thanks to a broken hard drive. Whats worse is... I don't remember how I ended it. It actually HURTS knowing that this fic I started writing back in 2016 could have been finished 4 years ago had my drive not been corrupted. What makes it EVEN worse is... I think it got corrupted over dodgy Dragon Age mods of all things. Getting nice elvish armor wasn't worth the pain of leaving Bernie Wolfe to bleed out on the floor of the Trauma unit indefinitely. I'm working on it again, but it's just not what it was. Plot wise, I don't think I've ever written anything thats broken my heart. I think thats more because I know things will get fixed if I just keep writing. I find plot only breaks my heart when it's written by someone else.

Ask me about my fanfiction

#ask thingy #berena #bernie wolfe #serena campbell #old fanfiction #heart break

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Memorial Fanfic Posts

I found out my (adult) nephew died today. We were very close and today I have been very numb. I am not okay. He was not in Spop fandom, but he has great relevance to my being in it. For better or for worse, I probably wouldn't have gotten into the Spop fandom at all without my late nephew. I was planning on just watching the show as a reboot of something I liked as a kid and not touching the fandom because I was worried I was too old for it or that I wasn't really the true target-audience for it as a nostalgia-watcher and non-lesbian (ace), but then after having watched Season 1 together, he just had an "idea for a fanfic about Entrapta." He wasn't the target demographic, either. He was a heterosexual, cis-gendered older-millennial man and hadn't watched the original series and had no interest in the original, but he checked out the new She-Ra as a fun-looking cartoon and perhaps as a preview for me because he knew I loved original She-Ra. He immediately fell for Entrapta as just... the best character. Shared autism-traits. Shared love for robots. Mad science vibe. We watched the show together in later seasons. He was holding his breath just *waiting* for Perfuma to snap and go medieval on everyone. XD. So, when we watched Season 1, he had this fanfic idea, but he didn't want to write it because he wasn't into writing at the time / anymore, didn't have the confidence to get it off the ground but wanted to see it done. He shared with me this idea about Entrapta just causing hilarious havoc in the Fright Zone as part of making it her new home. We discussed ideas back and forth and I wrote the thing for his amusement and then I just started in and really got into the fandom. The first fic I wrote for the fandom, which was entirely his fault, the writing of which got me hooked on doing more for the fandom: The Havoc Hypothesis Revisiting a fanfic as a memorial, because I really don't know what to do right now. A small legacy for people who did not know him. He inspired me to some truly things. Here is another fic inspired by him, by a back and forth, a Fallout crossover. Crawl Out Through the Fallout Yet another fic, not written specifically for his amusement like the others above, but inspired by a board game he got and my partner and he and I played together. We have it in our apartment because it was a thing we only played together. I used it as inspiration for a "Game Night" Entrapdak-week prompt: It's a Small World After All

I am never going to share this specific kind of geekery with another person. There really was a dynamic between us that will never exist again.

#spop #she-ra fanfiction #entrapta #entrapdak #old fanfiction #posting fanfiction links as a small memorial #processing my grief by sharing things inspired by a lost loved one #his name was Matt and he went by Flinx #and wasn't in online spop fandom #was much more of a Transformers fan #but we loved Entrapta together #and he inspired me to some fun and silly things in this fandom #was more of a pokemon fan too #never was a person who loved eevees more #original flavor eevee #I'm going to be sad whenever I see an eevee but also kind of happy #little things left behind

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

#this isnt bg3 specific btw im seeing a lot of fandoms rotting cause of this #ao3 #archive of our own #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #PLEASE YOU GUYS INTERACT WITH THE THINGS YOU READ #you’re not being weird or annoying!!! it doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!! #you can just say ‘I love this’ or ‘it’s three am and I haven’t slept yet cause I was reading this’ #you can copy and paste a paragraph you like and add ‘!!!!!!’ after it #theories in the comments! mention when you think you’ve found foreshadowing!!! #if there’s a part where you have to physically put your phone down and smile off into the distantce? TELL THE AUTHOR #you can leave comments every chapter too!!! ITS NOT ANNOYING

[narutardad]

Three

Loch was surprised to arrive in Canada and see that there was indeed a S.H.I.E.L.D base. Hidden as a former post office, the jet landed on the roof of a huge brick building on Adelaide Street in Toronto. As they touched down, the Quinjet disengaged stealth mode, and the group within exited onto the roof. Two agents awaited them outside a rooftop fire exit.

"Welcome to the Great White North, Agents." one of the two agent’s said, a wry smile playing on his lips. He seemed to be nearly rocking on his heels in what Loch sensed was excitement. "I'm Agent Burrows, and this is Agent DeSwan. Follow us, please."

Loch followed as the caboose of the march, taking her time to look over the edge of the building to see the streets below. The streets of Toronto were… very similar to New York except there wasn’t hoards of people walking in packs like buffalo. There was a strange smell in the air. Almost like salt water fish in the hot sun.

Entering the building, they were met with more agents who handed them security badges, burner phones and some other identification that they would need. Loch had never really been through all of this before, so when she finally stood there with her fake ID and files piled to her chin, she admittedly felt a little overwhelmed. Lochlyn didn’t even have time to ask any questions before they were escorted to their respective cars to be relocated to their safe houses.

Sam stood next to the two agents who flew with the group and was getting into the large black jeep in front of another smaller car. A dusty grey Nissan that looked like it needed a serious repaint. Bucky was loading several large duffle bags into the trunk of the Nissan and slammed the lid closed.

“Okay.” The soldier began, resting against the side of the vehicle. Sam wandered over and so did Loch. “Everyone knows what we’re doing?”

Sam nodded but Loch shook her head. She hadn’t really been paying attention when Agent DeSwan was briefing them. She was too concerned at looking through all the new documents and things she had been given.

“We’re gonna meet at our rendezvous point at four o’clock. Sam, your safe house is closest to the last known incident. You’re gonna be scoping that area for anything that might tell you where our guy went.”

            “Since when were you in charge?” Sam asked with a playful smile. Bucky shot him a disinterested look but continued.

            “Loch, you and I are on surveillance duty. We’re just gonna walk around Toronto and see if we can catch this guy in the act. Maybe we can catch him before he does anything else stupid.”

            “What do we do if we see him?” she asked, now feeling clod feet creep up on her.

            “You’ll stay back and I’ll try and deal with it. If thing’s go sour…”

            “You call me and we’ll sort it out. You’re a last resort. Don’t expose our trump card, okay?” Sam finished for his partner, giving Loch a firm but gentle order. Loch nodded, knowing this was very important that she didn’t blow it. This guy was dangerous. And she’d fucked things up before. She couldn’t let it happen again.

            “Okay, now that everyone is aware of the plan, we split up and get to work.”

            Loch and Bucky piled into the Nissan and Sam into the Jeep. They peeled off in opposite directions, and Loch could finally get a good look at the city up close. She knew she shouldn’t expect much from a large city, but it was… disappointing. Loch saw homeless encampments, people passed out on the sides of the streets, their heads lolled back, dazed. Trash bags lined the curbs the further away from the Post office they drove.

            “It’s not… as nice as I thought.” Loch found herself saying out loud. Bucky looked over for a second as they came to a red light.

            “Things are tough up here. Especially where we’re going.”

            “It’s a shame we can’t help them… S.H.I.E.L.D should help them. They have the money and resources.” Loch mewed slightly, her heart sinking as the neighborhoods seemed to look more like slums.  

            “S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t operate like that. You know that. This is for the Canadian government to fix…”

            Loch sighed, and her eyes fell on a group of kids standing around a lamp post. They didn’t look much older than fifteen or sixteen, but they were all puffing great white clouds of scented vapor from their tank sized vapes. Lochlyn shook her head and forced herself to look away from the window.

            The ride to the safe house wasn’t long after that. No more than ten minutes later they were parked outside a moderate sized house. The windows had closed curtains and the yard was poorly kept. More trash bags lined the end of the drive way and a grey tabby cat sat unmoving on the front porch.

            “I guess this is it.” Bucky said as he looked at the house from the car. Loch gazed at the horrendous excuse for a house, and nodded.

            The two of them got out of their car, and Bucky grabbed both the duffle bags from the trunk, carrying them over his shoulders like they were filled with feathers. Loch new otherwise, as she had tried to help, only to nearly fall over from the weight.

            The inside was no better than the outside. The carpet was stained, but even without the stains that smelled oddly of cat piss, the disgusting grey and brown color of the pattern was an eyesore. The furniture, that looked like it was from the early 90’s, was covered in plastic and a thick layer of dust. The whole main living room smelled like mold, and old cigarettes.

            The kitchen was small, modest and filthy. Everything was dusty, and there was old grease splattered and solidified on the backsplash. The kitchen also consisted of a tiny circular table and two chairs, one missing a leg.

            Loch dragged one of the duffle bags to the back bedroom. There was no bed, but inside the duffle bag were two collapsible cots used for camping. It also contained some blow-up mattresses and think fire blankets.

            “They couldn’t send us with pillows at least?” Loch complained under her breath as she pulled out the sleeping equipment and started to pitch the cots. She was relieved to see that the mattresses were at least powered by a motor to inflate, so she plugged them into the dirty, old sockets and let them inflate.

            Bucky entered the bedroom carrying the second duffle bag. He threw it down on the floor next to one of the cots and began to go through it. Loch watched as he removed two AR rifles and several other weapons like handguns and knives. She tried not to watch, and kept her attention on the mattresses. Sometimes, Loch completely forgot who Bucky was at work. It’s not like she was often deployed on missions with him. She was so used to the quiet but funny introvert who liked staying home with a game of Risk, or hanging around the compound bar and having a few beers he could never get drunk off of.

            Loch surveyed the makeshift sleeping area when she was finished; a stark contrast to the usual comforts of home. The room, devoid of any personal touches, emanated an air of transience that didn’t feel… like… well she couldn’t describe it exactly. It felt empty. It reminded her a lot of Bucky’s apartment.

She stole a glance at Bucky, who was meticulously arranging the arsenal of weaponry on the floor. The dichotomy between the mundane act of setting up cots and the arsenal of lethal instruments laid bare the duality of their lives. She didn’t even know how to shoot a gun. She didn’t need to. She was a walking loaded weapon herself. Her emotions like a finger on the trigger, and the safety was off.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky’s voice broke through the silence, and Lochlyn’s thoughts. She jolted a little, looking over at Bucky. He was seated on the floor, now looking at her with a puzzled gaze. She immediately put on a fake smile.

“Nothin’. Just thinking about stuff.”

“About what stuff?”

“Stuff that’s none of your business.” She said, feeling a little passive aggressive. Bucky didn’t seem to take it personally and gave her a hard stare. She knew this look. The ‘if I try hard enough, I can read your mind’ look. She clicked her tongue and sighed, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner.

“Knock it off. It’s not gonna work.”

He remained silent, continuing to stare her down as if all he needed was sheer determination. She groaned, pulling off her boot and throwing it across the room at him. Bucky batted it out of the way with his arm and laughed.

“I almost had it. You ruined my concentration.”

“Boy, the only thing you concentrate on is being an absolute fucking goof, mkay?” Loch quipped playfully before retrieving her boot. The super soldier held his hand over his heart with a smile.

“Oof, ouch my heart. You’re verbally abusing me. I’m gonna report you to HR when we get back.” He said sarcastically, only to be clobbered again by Lochlyn’s boot.

“Report that, hm?” she snickered and smacked him in the shoulder with the boot before balancing on her other foot to put it back on. Bucky pushed himself to his feet, brushing dust from the carpet off of his jeans. Loch managed to get her boot back on and the soldier clapped his hand on her back.

“Lunch? Before we have to meet up with Sam?”

***

Bucky and Loch enjoyed sandwiches on their walk through the city. Subway seemed to be the cheapest option, so Bucky enjoyed a cold cut with green peppers and olives, meanwhile Lochlyn chowed upon a chicken, bacon, ranch club; minus the ranch. The streets of Toronto seemed to have some kind of music playing from everywhere. Shops were crammed shoulder to shoulder like sardines in a can with outdoor displays for consumers to browse. There were a lot of eye-catching things from street food to cheap carnival plushies that you wouldn’t even think about spending three dollars, let alone ten.

Honestly, the streets could bee in hellfire and chaos, but Lochlyn was just happy to walking around with Bucky. She walked alongside him, her arm laced through his, which his hand was buried in the pocket of his thin jacket. Their shoulders bumped lightly as they walked, but neither seemed to mind.

“Aside from the fact we’re looking for a psychopath; this is a nice vacation away from the compound.” Bucky said through the last bite of his sandwich. Loch shrugged, agreeing with him. He was right, it was nice.

“Yeah, nice to get away from… well… you know.”

“Your mom?”

“Everyone. It’s not that I don’t love my mom and Happy… and the Compound is like a second home, what with Clint and his family moving in… but it just-” she sighed, trying to string together what she was feeling.

“I get it… It was the same with me when I came back from Wakanda. People are so nice, but there’s always that… look they give you. Even if you’re prim, proper and put together.”

“But you got to prove to everyone that you can help. I haven’t gotten to show everyone that I’m just as capable.”

The two of them stepped up to a cross walk curb, waiting for the signal to walk. When it changed, they stepped off the curb and onto the tarmac. Loch was staring at the ground, thinking about if she could really prove herself. She didn’t want people to look at her like she couldn’t handle herself in a fight. She knew she could never fill the shoes of her father, or even the big six, but she had to prove she was useful.

Loch didn’t have time to look up when the sound of screeching tires came hurtling towards Bucky and her. The sound of metal scratching against metal as the car was crushed upon impact. Screams and cries of the people in the general vicinity watching as debris flew in every direction. Loch saw a flash of red light as Bucky’s arms shielded her from the collision.

But it was unnecessary. The impact never hit them. In fact, when Loch and Bucky eased up and looked around, there was a perfectly circular rea with car parts littering the road. A totaled chevy was tossed to the side of the road, the entire front of the vehicle seemed to be cut off. Melted by what looked like two extremely precise lasers. A huge trench lied in the black tarmac leading to the front of the car, which was smoking.

Bucky and Loch looked around, noticing the source of the screaming was not aimed towards the nearly flaming vehicle, but rather the man levitating a few feet above the wreckage. Loch and Bucky recognized him immediately as the target. The man they were looking for. He was clad in red, black and white with a long cape billowing behind him. He looked like someone straight out of a comic book. That bright ken doll hair and unnerving blue eyes that looked down at them.

“And just when I thought I was saving two innocent civilians.” The man spoke, his voice echoing around them like it was being broadcasted in their heads. Loch only had to meet his eyes once to know he was a horrible man. The way he stared back at her. He could see into her soul. It wasn’t even a question. This guy was bad.

“Bucky…”

“Relax, Loch. Just stay back.” Bucky’s voice was firm and serious as he stepped in front of Loch defensively.

“Okay, look Clark Kent, we don’t want to fight you. Just… ground yourself so we can talk about this.” Bucky barked at him as he pulled the leather gloves off his hands, exposing the black and gold Vibranium arm he kept hidden. The man seemed disinterested in what Bucky was saying, cocking his head to the side dangerously to look past the super soldier.

“Does this mudman speak for you?” he asked, directing his question at Lochlyn, who didn’t reply. She couldn’t understand why he was even talking to her.

“No, no, don’t look at her. Look at me.” Bucky yelled again, before tearing off the sleeve of his jacket to have full range of his arm. The gold joints and groves glistened in the later afternoon light.

“First of all, show a little respect. It’s Guiding Star to you.” He scoffed with a sneer, “Secondly, you really think I’m interested in your little prosthetic after that amazing display of raw power? You’re laughable.” The man mocked the soldier, slowly floating down towards the ground where he touched down, light as a feather. Loch grabbed her phone and quickly began to dial Sam’s number, holding the phone up to her ear. Bucky still standing between her and the stranger. It rang twice before Sam’s voice picked up.

“Loch? What’s ha-”

“Sam. He’s here. And he’s mad…. We need your help. Now. Dundas and Starling.” She said quickly before hanging up. She knew Sam would find them using Redwing. Right now, she needed to focus.

“Look buddy, I don’t know what your whole… gimmick is, but that death ray thing you’re doing. You gotta stop.” Bucky spoke confidently, really showing no fear. Loch didn’t know how he could speak with the confidence of a bull. The man stood unconcerned, an unpleasant smile on his thin lips. Loch didn’t like it. He looked at Bucky like he was a bug, or a lizard, and he wanted nothing more than to step on him.

The tension in the air crackled like electricity, but Bucky remained surprisingly composed. Lochlyn, on the other hand, felt the weight of the situation sinking in as she anxiously awaited Sam's arrival. The stranger's unsettling smile only added to her unease.

Bucky, undeterred by the stranger's indifference, continued, “I don't know what comic con convention you came from, but you need to come with us. I’d really rather arrest you without the whole… yanno, punching and shooting thing.”

The man laughed, before aiming a punch directly at Bucky, who braced himself for impact. Lochlyn’s heart sank as she watched as if in slow motion, the man’s powerful fist come within a half an inch of Bucky’s face before his hand hit dead air. The shockwave of the collision sent the man backwards, flying into a parked bakery truck. The pavement cracked from where he had been standing, due to the shock.

Bucky lowered his arms, looking around before looking back to Loch, who was staring down the spot where the man had been catapulted into a truck. Her eyes crackled with a toxic looking yellow light that flickered like what could only be described as the power of a hundred nuclear bombs.

Bucky began to push her back, shaking Loch by the shoulders. She blinked a few times, looking at Bucky in shock. She had a headache that pulsated at her temples and the fear but also pride in Bucky’s eyes told her something really bad just happened.

“Lochlyn. We need to get out of here… that was amazing, but we have to go find S-”

Bucky didn’t finish as a blur powered right into him, taking him off his feet and dragged him deep through the rubble of the road. All Loch had to do was blink, and Bucky was ten feet away from her, buried deep under rock as the stranger floated above him, dusting off his hands as if he had touched something foul.

There were hardly any people around now, but the sound of police cruisers could be heard approaching from the distance. Loch looked around for anyone. She had never seen someone take Bucky down like that. So… fast.

Lochlyn felt a surge of panic as she scanned the area for any signs of help. The stranger, seemingly unbothered by the approaching sirens, turned his attention to her. He slowly walked towards her, a look of amusement and twisted curiosity in his almost too perfect face His eyes glowed with an unsettling energy, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her. As the anxiety built up inside her, she could feel the boiling energy tingling throughout her body.

"You're quite the anomaly, aren't you?" he remarked, his voice carrying an otherworldly echo. Lochlyn clenched her fists, readying herself for whatever might come next. He cocked his head again, and Loch saw it once more. That arrogant, pompous glint. He thought he was better. She could see it in him. He thought he was a God.

Before the stranger could make another move, a burst of wings announced the arrival of Sam, soaring down with Redwing by his side. He circled over the roof tops for a second before landing down with a puff of dust between them. Lochlyn's relief was palpable, but the stranger seemed unfazed, and that worried her. A super soldier couldn’t handle him… what if Sam couldn’t?

"Step away from her," Sam demanded, his wingspan expanding as if to shield Lochlyn from any potential threat. He held the iconic red white and blue shield on his arm as if challenging him.

The stranger chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lochlyn's spine. "Ah, the Falcon. How quaint. I thought they’d send someone a little more… relevant.”

“It’s Captain America to you, asshole. Why don’t you put it in park before anyone else gets hurt?”

The man boastfully laughed, throwing the deepest disrespect in every breath.

“You’re not Captain America. Captain America is dead. You’re just the diversity hire because the real Celebrity kicked the bucket.”

The sound of rubble being pushed over with a groan as Bucky pulled himself from under a rather large piece of concrete.

“You disrespectful bastard.”

Sam's eyes blazed with fury, and Lochlyn could feel the tension in the air. The stranger's words lingered like a bitter taste, but Sam didn't let it deter him. He stepped forward, shield raised high.

“I might not be Steve Rogers, but I damn well earned this shield. And I won’t let you disrespect everything he stood for.” Sam's voice carried a weight that echoed through the desolate street.

“Blah, blah, blah. Did you rehearse that? It sounds like you rehearsed. Anyways, you little people bore me.” He sighed. Loch watched it happen at the speed of light. The man’s eyes glowed a threatening red before two blazing hot beams of pure condensed light came flying at Sam took a knee and deflected it with his shield. It didn’t pierce it, but the beam ricocheted and hit a building, smashing several windows in the process. It left a deep black scorch mark across the vibrant paint. The man repeated, each time, the impact driving Sam further back. Loch could see him struggling, the sweat beading down his face. He was laughing Maniacally as police cars began to surround the area. Police in uniform aimed their firearms at him. He stopped laughing and threw a disgusted look at the authorities before leveling his gaze across the crowd.

Loch was paralyzed as she watched the blood and gore explode. Police officers were decapitated, and sliced in half with the force of pure heat. Blood sprayed, coating her face and hair. Sam and Bucky ducted for cover, screaming for Loch to snap out of it as she watched blindly as the carnage flood the streets with blood. The sirens faded in her ears as she felt her own blood pumping through her head, beating like violent drums.

“LOCHLYN! LOCHLYN, WE NEED TO FALL BACK! LOCH!” Bucky yelled at her, dragging the agent by her wrist. Her legs moved as if on auto pilot, but she couldn’t focus. Not on what Bucky was saying. Not on the screams, or the flying hands that hit the puddles of blood with sickening splashes. She could however, hear the sound of the man’s laughter as he slaughtered the police in droves like cattle.

When the screaming faded and Loch was finally able to hear Bucky through the pounding headache and echo of the laughter stuck in her head, she felt like a brick of lead was sitting in her stomach. Covered in blood, all she could smell was metal. It made her sick. The three of them clambered down an alleyway, collapsing against the wall. Bucky looked the worse for wear, with a huge gash across his cheek that was smearing blood across is face. That was nothing compared to the amount of gore Sam and Loch were covered in. Sam was trying to wipe his goggles off, but Loch just sat. Staring at the ground, the fresh memory of what just happened playing in front of her eyes like a cinematic movie.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bucky was the first one of the trio to say anything. Sam was shaking his head as if trying to convince himself that the events that had just transpired… hadn’t. Loch had no words. She still couldn’t get over what she had just seen.

“Lochlyn, you good?” Sam asked, looking over to see Loch in a state of mental paralysis. She shook her head, eyes wide as she stared at her feet. Lochlyn could feel only two things in that moment as the adrenaline of fear faded from her mind. Rage and shock.

“Sam… I don’t know if I can do this…” Loch said blatantly, blinking as she looked up and stared at both men who gazed at her with surprised looks. They knew better than anyone that Loch never threw the towel in on a mission.

“I just mean… I want to…” Lochlyn broke her gaze and stared back down at her feet, clenching her fist in anger. The hatred she felt spreading through her chest like a virus… she didn’t like this, “all those cops…” she released her fists and held her head as she felt an earth rattling headache coming on.

Even when Bucky dropped himself down next to her, groaning as he leaned into the wall, she didn’t look up. He tossed his arm around her shoulders, exhauster from being dragged through concrete. Pulling her close, he sighed, but kept his silence.

“I want to rip him apart…” Lochlyn whispered, barely loud enough for even Bucky to hear over the oncoming ambulance sirens. It only made the electricity in her brain spike out of control. Flashes of bodies played in her mind, each like a bomb going off in her brain.

“I know, kid. But you know that won’t solve anything. We need to bring him in. Play by the rules.”

“Come on guys, we should report back. I’ll call for a car to come get us.” Sam spoke up, now on his feet. His once blue and white uniform now crusted with drying blood.

***

Arriving back at the post office, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents were more than accommodating and understanding. When Agent Burrows came to pick them up from the alleyway, he was horrified. Loch was dead silent the whole ride. She couldn’t stop thinking about the North Guardian or whatever he called himself… That disgusting smile and the way he carried himself. Calling Bucky a mudman as if he was subhuman.

The car engine shuddered, making a dangerous sound, and Lochlyn caught herself; exhaling to relax. She leaned into Bucky who was in the back seat with her. His arm still draped around her as if it could shield her from all the horrible things racing through her mind. It didn’t work.

When she was debriefed back at Headquarters, Loch got the sense that her fellow agents were treading very lightly upon eggshells. Instead of asking her questions right away, like Bucky and Sam, they let her shower, get dressed in clean clothes, and tried to give her something to eat. She denied it, leaving the McDonalds burger on the table. She was so grateful when it was all over. She only lost her temper once, which did startle Agent Burrows, but he brushed it off with a nervous laugh and continued.

Bucky awaited her arrival outside the debriefing room. He was now cleaned up, a heavy hoodie over a pair of grey sweats. He had both his hands full with a Styrofoam cups of piping hot coffee. As soon as they saw each other, Bucky pushed off from the wall he was leaning on.

As Loch approached Bucky, her exhaustion evident in the lines on her face. The weight of recent events seemed to have settled on her shoulders, but there was a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes as she took one of the coffee cups from him.

"Thanks," she murmured, cradling the warm cup in her hands. The aroma of the coffee wafted through the air, a welcome comfort in the midst of chaos. She felt so empty inside, which was only amplified when she felt the hot liquid boil like lava as it trickled down her throat. She walked with the super soldier, neither of them saying much. Lochlyn was oh so grateful for that. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. Loch half hoped she could just forget, but knew that was an impossibility.

            Bucky and Loch were chaperoned back to their safe house, where the two agents were dropped off on the curbside. Loch sighed, her cup of coffee now two thirds empty. She wished for more coffee. Loch really didn’t know if she could continue this mission. Her heart ached as Bucky wrapped his arm around her and began to walk the silent agent towards the house.

            Once inside, that musty, old mold smell almost snapped Lochlyn out of her trance.Bucky had wandered off to the kitchen to dispose of his now empty coffee cup. She looked around, and as if she was reliving the trauma right in the living room of the dilapidated safe house, she felt the tears swelling. This whole time, she had tried to keep a stone-cold face, showing very little emotion aside from shock. It was like a crack had formed in her façade. And like a dam; one crack spread like a web and soon, the floodgates were gushing.

            Loch stood in the closed doorway, sniffling pathetically. Her shoulders shook but she was unable to prevent the onslaught of tears which fell down her face.

            As if called by a dog whistle that only the Winter soldier could hear, Bucky came rushing into the living room. There was a look of calm concern across his face as he hurried to Loch’s side. The lights within the safe house seemed to faintly flicker as each tear hit the carpet with a muddled ‘thup’.

            “W…why did… i… come?” she croaked, her voice breaking with every syllable. “I… I’m… n-not ready… for… this.”

            The soldier gripped Loch tightly to him, and she found herself crying like a pathetic child into his chest. Her eyes leaving wet stains on the sweatshirt he wore. Bucky did not care in the slightest. He gently stroked the back of her head; as she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. He was soft, and his body gave off a comforting warmth. His heart beat was slow and soothing, but her mind continued to race.

            “I…I’m sorry…” Lochlyn sniffled, pulling away from Bucky in the hopes of sparing his sweater from any more snot and tears. Bucky sighed, but didn’t let go of his embrace.

            “Don’t…” Bucky said, resting his chin on the top of her head, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t go apologizing for shit you didn’t do.”

            This only made Lochlyn cry harder. She didn’t know what she did to deserve such patience and sympathy from Bucky. She just squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in his sweater, inhaling a deep, shaky breath. With his cool, smooth metal fingers, Bucky gently tugged at Lochlyn’s hand, lacing their fingers together as he held her waist.

            “Just breathe, I’m here… this too will pass.” He muttered to her, planting an ever so delicate kiss to her temple. The ache in Loch’s chest slowly dulled, but did not go away.

Bucky continued to hold her, providing a sense of solace in the midst of the storm raging inside her. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat against her ear started to synchronize with her breathing. Lochlyn clung to the warmth of his touch, feeling the reassurance that she wasn't alone in this darkness. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Bucky knew he couldn't erase the pain, but he could be a steady anchor in the turbulence. After a while, Loch dreaded letting go.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes #old fanfiction #rewrite #short story #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #tear jerker #sad #original character

[alphashley14]

Hi, I saw your account in my for you page and saw your account, it brought back some memories that date back quite a long time I won't lie, around 2018/2019. Wouldn't it be you who wrote a crossover between Harry Potter and SNK? 😭 On a site of the type I think  « fanfik » ? You never continued the story when I liked it enough (PS: I was 9-10 years old) so I would like to know if it's you 🧍‍♀️ Sorry for the inconvenience omg especially for a story that dates back to 5 years 💀

Oh my God that WAS me. 😅 I’m the author of “Who am I?”

Wow. That story was really Middle School me getting out some edginess. That was one of the earliest fanfictions I ever wrote. All the way back in the distant year 2017. I would have been… about 15 years old.

Lol I don’t think I realized just how much people loved that story.

I’ve abandoned fanfiction.net for Archive of Our Own, and “Who am I?” Is definitely abandoned. It’s just not a story I’m in love with anymore and it doesn’t fit with the new SNK content we’ve gotten since. Because I’m an anime-only watcher.

Me-of-the-past would be ashamed. I am NOT caught up on the past two seasons.

A couple of people have messaged me about adopting it, so keep an eye out and you may find it revived by another author.

Still though, I can’t tell you enough how touched I am that you loved it so much that you’re still thinking about it years later. And wow - 9-10 years old? And you were reading THAT story?

“Whoa that kid is hardcore goth.” 😆 (In all the best ways of course)

#oh my god #old fanfiction #old fanfic #my fanfiction.net account has come back to haunt me #omg people remember this? #harry potter #attack on titan

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

As it turns out, Danny makes a pretty good leader. His little gang of homeless children has grown immensely, both from picking up strays and from assimilating other gangs into his group.

Danny might only be 10 and still figuring out his powers but dang, intangibility and flight are over powered even before you add invisibility and laser blasts. At first he regretted sneaking into the lab alone to check out the portal his parents made in this basement. Waking up in a cold alley in a city you've never heard of is a terrifying experience even without the corrupt cops trying to sell you into human trafficking, but finding out he had powers and could do whatever he wanted? That was great. It no longer mattered that adults didn't listen to him or chased him around. He could do anything now. Be anything. Take anything.

He and the people under his protection often robbed places, never banks or anything but high class restaurants and stores that usually wouldn't even let them in through the front doors. Yeah, Danny can admit most of thier robberies were because of grudges the other kids had because of how they were treated but Danny being ten thought this was fine.

The real issue was Gothams Paw Patrol (who absolutely hate being called that :3 ) they were always on thier case, Dannys especially. They kept insisting that the system could help them -Danny called bull. No one helped him or Jazz back in Amity and it was waaaay nicer that Gotham- and kept getting him and his fellow kids arrested. That didn't really matter. Anti-meta stuff never worked on him so getting himself the other kids out was no big deal.

After overhearing a conversation between Nightwing and one of the other bats a kid came into thier current secret base announcing that Nightwing was poor and the other bats weren't. This caught everyone attention. Appearently Nightwing was trying to establish himself outside of the colony cause he didn't get along great with whoever the bats super daddy was, which was fair. A lot of them were runaways for one reason or another and knew a bunch of reasons why you wouldn't want to except "free" money.

This led to them fetching Nightwings "wingdings" and batarangs instead of keeping them/selling them like they do with the others, sharing some of thier spoils with him like the groceries, jewelry, fancy clothes, ect that they stole.

Dick even catches one of the kids in his apartment in Bludhaven filling up his fridge which has him panicking about his secret id being compromised. Luckly the kids had only followed him there and didn't think to check who was on the lease or anything cause they assumed it would be a fake name or something.

Just Dick getting forcibly adopted by a child gang.

#dpxdc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #nightwing #dick grayson #hes getting so many heart attacks huh #danny is a farel ten year old in this #robin at some point gets sucked into the child gang and the kids demand they teach them stuff #they promise to lead him to some place stray cats like to go to give birth if he does #bribery at its finest #jason is not on the bats side with this #red hood is an ally to the children

[gutsby]

Cry, Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel fucks you to the point of tears. That’s all.

Warnings: 18+. Dacryphilia (kinda). Unprotected p-in-v. Girthy, unspecified age gap. Daddy kink. Jealous Joel.

Notes: Sorry for using pussy pronouns. It will happen again.

Joel Miller was a man of few words in most every place except the one where he found himself about to beat the brakes off your pussy. Then he never shut the fuck up.

“Uh-huh…just a little more…I know, sweet girl, I know.”

You had your hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel of his ‘71 Ford F-100, but rather than driving anywhere, your ass was comfortably parked on the front of his jeans—straddling his lap backwards while you rubbed your half-clad cunt over stonewashed denim. It was hell.

You’d been grinding against the bulge beneath those jeans so hard, and for so long, your white cotton undies had parted to the side, and your pleasure was nearly stretched commensurate with just how pathetic you felt.

Your head dropped between your two hands on the black molded plastic of the wheel, and you let out a whine.

“Joel—”

“Keep goin’.”

“This ain’t fair!”

Without hesitation, the hands that were holding your hips tightened their grip, and now Joel was raking your lower half over his. Rutting your core back and forth.

“You wanna know what ain’t fair?” he seethed.

He didn’t wait for you to answer.

“How much she’s been droolin’ over me all night.”

‘She’ meaning your unfucked cunt, of course.

Joel then punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard press of his palm—forcing you to lay flat on the steering wheel, hips tilted back to him. With just one callused finger of his other hand, he found you soaked between your folds. He dragged it from your clit to your aching hole, and you heard him sigh, as though sad.

“It’s a cryin’ shame,” Joel said. Lamenting.

You were almost lost to the sensation of his finger rubbing you up and down, but somehow, you managed, ‘W-W-What is, Joel?’ in between soft, plaintive sounds.

Sometimes you forgot how much older he was than you. Sometimes you said he was just like the boys your age. Other times he had you pinned like this, breaths calm and cruelly measured while you damn near came apart beneath his hand, and then you remembered everything.

“You just couldn’t wait ‘til we got home,” he grumbled.

Using the same hand he’d been stroking you with, Joel laid a quick slap to your cunt, and you jumped. Your head narrowly missed the roof of his truck; still, you groaned.

“‘M’sorry, Joel,” you keened.

You weren’t. The old man knew you weren’t.

The hand that had been splayed over your back sank in. The force of that push pressed your belly to the chipped Ford logo at the center of the steering wheel, and with the added pressure went the blare of the car’s horn.

The sound might’ve lasted two seconds before you scrambled back, desperate, into Joel’s broad chest. A couple old-timers making their way from the bar to their cars in the parking lot cocked their heads curiously in your direction a couple yards away. Seeing nothing of note, they lost interest just as quick and kept walking.

“Sorry for what?” Joel said.

At the moment, he didn’t seem to notice, or care, that his truck was parked a mere stone’s throw away from the Tipsy Bison, and bar-goers were milling freely between the building and the cars all around you. His belt unbuckled all the same, zip came down in a blink, and his thick, veiny, throbbing, and angry cock came to rest between your cheeks. He started to push you forward.

“Sorry for— for flirtin’ with Tommy,” you stammered, sucking in a breath when you felt him run the head of his cock between your lips. You could hear a soft squelch.

“And Lucien?”

“And Lucien.”

“And—”

“And Dieter, and Frankie, and Javi, and Marcus.”

Rattling off the names of all the men you’d been flirting with at the bar to make Joel jealous and take you back home to fuck you became an embarrassing chant.

“And?”

“…and Mayor Garcia,” you completed, sheepishly.

Back in there, you hadn’t been too proud to stoop to a politician’s level, even. That was how needy you’d been to get attention, and now Joel was giving it to you.

As hard as he could—he didn’t wait for the ‘OK’ before seating you on his cock. You were simply pulled back from the wheel and into his lap, onto his stiff erection, and before you could steady yourself, he started drilling.

“Even through these panties—” Joel tugged at the cream-colored cotton he’d easily slipped past, “—even through that slutty little skirt, I could feel how wet she was.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands found purchase in the torn-up leather of the seat, fisting strings and patches of fabric in a helpless sort of plea as Joel took over. With the buttons of his dark green flannel searing a stripe down your spine and his grey-speckled chin coming to nudge between your neck and your shoulder as he fucked you, you felt content. Secure.

Spilling more for him, then. Seeping rivers down the length of his shaft as he breached your walls and made you his all over again. And again. Leaving trails of arousal with every thrust, and rolling your head, limply, into his.

“She cryin’ for me?” Joel breathed, “Or somebody else?”

As if on cue, his cock hit the most sensitive ridge inside you, and you felt yourself gush even more. Dripping now.

“You.” Your voice was raw.

“Me?” Joel’s degradingly sweet.

Before you could answer ‘you’ once more, the driver’s door cracked open beside you both. For one panicked, terrifying second, you thought someone from the bar might’ve caught you two—then you were stunned to look over and see it was Joel’s own tough, steel-toed boot that had propped the door open to the cool night air.

The truck was facing the bar’s front door, shielded only by some foliage and a hatchback car about half its size. Other than that, you were exposed to whoever happened to pass by the big, bay window and take a look inside.

Joel felt you tense, and he pressed a kiss to you neck. Then he slid you carefully, almost tenderly, to the left until you were perched over the side of the seat with your legs dangling out of the truck—still filled to the hilt with his cock and pressed tight to the front of his chest.

“Cry a little more,” he urged.

Then, when your pussy gave an involuntary clench and drenched him some more, he slipped a hand around your front and started toying with your clit. Your gaze was wide, almost frightened as you stared ahead at the bar and saw patrons making rounds about the tiny place, fearing one might see you and Joel, but it felt so good. And wrong. And reckless, having this man who was easily decades your senior bouncing you up and down on his cock and letting you soil the front of his Wranglers.

“Pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, pretty girl,” Joel let out a chuckle and gave your shoulder a playful bite when you pulsed around him again, “Squeezin’ me real tight, too.”

It was like your body was beyond your own control. You scarcely even realized your cunt had him gripped with such force, much less made a mess of his old denim. He just held you to him and kept pressing rough, stubbled kisses to your shoulder, reminding you over and over how sweet you were, how well you were taking him, how nice and tight and goddamn pretty that pussy must’ve looked gushing around daddy’s cock—maybe we can fuck in front’a the mirror so we can see it later, huh, baby?

You would’ve said yes to anything he said, you reckoned.

Especially when his arms moved over your front and you felt him grin, and he hugged you while he fucked you—nobody made you feel quite as special while they were splitting you open. Nobody’s balls felt quite as heavy and firm and full while hitting your ass by turns, and certainly no one but Joel could make you cum just as quick when he leaned into your ear and said, ‘Let go for me, darlin’.’

You did, and you felt his warmth follow inside you with the friction of just two more thrusts. Your head fell back on his shoulder, a moan clawed out of your throat, and the warm, euphoric feeling of release washed over your senses in waves, one trembling sensation after the next. Joel’s groans were quick to spill into your own, and, likewise emptying himself, he held your hips to his and made sure every drop stayed right where he wanted it.

His spend was always heavy, but this load felt larger than usual—like he’d been aching to fuck you full of his cum. Just as you both were coming down from your highs, you couldn’t help but key in on that soft, sticky warmth, likely to come oozing as soon as Joel pulled out of you.

In fact, you got to be so focused that you jumped when you felt something press to your cheek a second later.

It took another moment to register it as a kiss from Joel.

Then his tongue, dragging softly up the side of your face.

You started to laugh, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when you felt a tear slip out of your other eye. With the sudden, sharp influx of pleasure, the moisture had leaked out without you even feeling it. Joel grinned.

He gave your cheek a light squeeze, wiped the other tear with the pad of his thumb, and kissed you again before mumbling in your ear, almost teasing as he said it:

“Crybaby.”

#MEAN JOEL THE MAN THAT YOU ARE…….....… #MARCH MADNESS BUT IT’S JUST ME SPIRALING OVER OLD MAN **** 😔 #ALABAMA TO THE FINAL FOUR THO LFGGGGG #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you

[johnwickb1tsch]

Put your year and your first fandom in the tags!

#1998 #anita blake vampire hunter #dam i feel old #i was in 7th grade ok #fanfiction #fanfiction writers #fic #writing #poll