#quick fanfic

[m3talraptor]

Caine: Metal, look at this cool bee I drew!!!

Me: I think the drawing...... ROCK'N'ROLLS! 🔥♥️🐝

(it's my language to say that I love something extremely.)

[mad-maximoff]

Sleepless Nights

Milf!WandaXReader

Summary: Just a short quickly written fic about Milf Wanda🤤

Warnings: Lactation Kink, breastfeeding, fingering (giving/receiving) language

Word Count: 2,334

*I had a fanfic idea a couple of days ago and have been working on this all week, so now I'm finally going to bed! :') I'm still working on part 3 to If I Can't Have You No One Can, though! I have to make an abbreviation for that title lol*

“Oh please! Please, please, please! Billy! Go back to sleep!” Wanda held one of her sons in her arms, cradling him back and forth in a circular motion.

“Honey if you keep rocking him like that, your gonna make both of us sick.” You sat on the couch, surfing through different channels looking for something to entertain the both of you on these late nights with the boys.

“Y/n. Billy just won’t stay asleep, I don’t know what has gotten into him today. Tommy is sleeping like a fucking rock!” Wanda huffed, blowing a strand of her curly red hair out of her face.

“Maybe it’s because you keep picking up your favourite child for a feeding and you wake him up.” You arose for the divot you created in the cushion swiping the baby from Wanda’s arms.

“Billy is not my favourite child Y/n! I have no favourites! What are you doing? Give him back! He hasn’t eaten all day!” Wanda reached over to whisk Billy from your arms but was halted by your elbow pushing her away from the crib.

“No, you already pumped this morning. I fed him when you were in the shower and when you had your little convo with Agnes after supper. He’s fine.” You whipped yourself around facing Wanda head-on. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, her floral vest was covered in dried on baby food and the white turtle neck was soaked in something wet you couldn’t quite make out.

“B-b-but he ate twice today! That’s not like him! He eats at least three or four times!” You forced her to sit down beside you, working out the tension in her shoulders near her neck.

“Honey, he ate twice with me and twice with you. I think the little bugger is full.” You chuckled to yourself still working on the kinks near her neck.

“Full! He’s full?!? I’m fucking full Y/n!” She broke your hands away from her; unbuttoning her denim floral vest throwing it on the floor beside the couch. Her boobs looked especially big today, even in a white turtle neck which you always enjoyed seeing her in, today was different, however. You’ve seen Wanda naked countless times but that was before she had the twins. After the twins, you were lucky to even trace your fingers along with her panties.

She wasn’t done. Wanda pulled her turtle neck over her messy hair almost taking out her pink scrunchy. Her shirt was fairly thick so she got away with wearing a black lacey bra that held up a set of new globes bouncing all over the place.

“Look detka, I’ve swelled up so badly that even air touching my nipples is making me leak out.” Wanda clenched her biceps forward bringing her full breasts to the forefront. She was right too. Her lace on the bra started to glisten as a tiny bit of milk ran down to her belly button.

“Woah, that is a little bit of a problem now isn’t it.” You couldn’t help but drool over this moment. You haven’t seen your girlfriend nude since the boys were born. It has been weeks but to you, it felt like years.

“No shit Sherlock! Grab the pump! We can pump some of this out before they wake up.” Wanda motioned you to go to the kitchen.

You shot up sprinting to the kitchen when before you opened the door, you could hear the dishwasher going.

“Shit!” You muttered under your breath hiding your forehead against your arm.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Wanda stood up placing her hands on her hips. You peered over at her seeing her infamous head tilt when she was mad. You knew fucked up, but who can resist Wanda glaring at you without a top on.

“I put the pump in the washer machine..sorry honey..” You tried to brush it off cool and casually until you saw your girlfriend's hormonal stress crash over her, Wanda’s tears crashed down harder than she did plobbing herself back to the couch.

“I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm 200 pounds. I can't sleep! My tits ruin every outfit! And we haven't fucked in weeks! You probably can't stand to look at me anymore! No one wants a mom body..” Wanda was stressed by the way she kept fluffing her hair with her fingertips. She sat back down on the couch, hunching her back forward, resting her elbows on her thighs.

"Where in the fuck did you get a crazy idea like that huh? I love you, I love our boys. That your beautiful body beared. You are still beautiful Wanda. No matter what happens to you." You stood in front of Wanda; reaching down to raise her chin. Her head lifted. Her tears were finally appearing in the ducts of her eyes.

"You think that baby? You don't think I'm...you know..broken? Or used?" The tears trapped in her eyes created little beads rolling down her cheeks.

"Yes Wands, I truly think that. I love you, I love every being of you. You're not damaged goods sweetheart. Your the boy's strong mother, you're an Avenger." You let go of her chin trailing your finger down her neck to her shoulder, your finger intertwined with the thin black strap of her bra. Lifting the strap off her shoulder. "And...you are my sexy girlfriend. Always and forever." You knelt onto your knees, your head being the same height as her shoulder. Wanda sniffled, wiping her eyes clean of the tears.

"Well, thank you for making me feel better emotionally, but how in the hell are we going to fix this little issue." Wanda pointed down at her breasts almost busting out of her bra. Thousands of ideas ran through your mind while you were staring down at Wanda's chest. Your brain went numb when you noticed Wanda unclasping the back. Her hand flicked it over her shoulder letting it fall behind the couch. You have to help her any way you can right? You kept thinking, but the only idea that came to mind was a pretty big ask.

"I have one idea, but you might not like it beaut." You moved back onto the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. "Anything will work. I'm so sore, I feel like I'm going to burst!" Her hands grasped underneath her expanded breasts. Her fingers clenched softly her skin. Her glowing skin was absolutely perfect. Her skin sparkled, it looked soft to the touch. More than usual.

"Well, you know how the boys won't eat?" Your palms were sweaty, you had no idea why this was so hard for you to say out loud. It sounded a lot confident in your head.

"Yeah, they won't even latch on. Why?" Wanda kept looking down at her chest with a spout drawn on her lips. Her eyes locked with yours as she caught on. "Oh...I think I know what you're saying now.."

You were caught on by surprise. Your expression told on you too, but maybe it wasn't on surprise. "You didn't read my mind. Right, Wanda?"

"Maybe...I could tell you were nervous..so that's why I had to unlock a little door." Wanda stood in front of yourself connecting both of your kneecaps together.

"Well, tell me exactly what I was thinking than smarty-pants." You slumped on the couch sinking deep into the caves of the couch.

"You want to suck my tits, right?" Wanda was too energetic for that sort of response. Almost like she was waiting for you to ask, giving you the right to come out and say it. Even if it wasn't said aloud.

"That was very enthusiastic." You were stunned watching the redhead smile ear to ear. She jumped for joy on the carpet in front of you.

"Of course! I'm in so much pain these couple of days, I have been waiting very patiently for your nervous ass to ask me. And now! Let's do this!" With no hesitation, she straddled your knees making her chest be eye-level with you.

"We better get it done fast before the boys become fussy." Wanda's eyes looked behind the stairs whipping her hair behind her shoulders.

You didn't have to say another word. Your lips pinned onto Wanda's blush-coloured nipple. You were right, it was soft. Her bud harden as your lips pursed not feeling soft anymore. Your brain had no control over your mouth any longer. Your cheeks squeezed together allowing her milk to enter your mouth. The taste was blissfully sweet. The spark of your senses was awakened once you allowed yourself to swallow the milk that filled your mouth. Wanda's breath cooed relaxing her shoulders. Her hands rose finger-combing through your hair up to your scalp.

"Oh god, I feel so much better already." Her whisper was faint.

Your hands had to go somewhere, your arms were becoming sore being placed stiffly on either side of your body. You let go of your stance guiding your tiny hands onto Wanda's pink pants. Your hands lead up to her thighs, using your thumbs to caress little circles in the inseam. Her legs clenched on yours. Wanda smiled whole-heartedly showing all of her pearl white teeth.

"Man, I haven't got a jolt like that since we first met Y/n. I thought you said you were only helping me?" You both knew you guys haven't had sex in 10 months. You tried to while Wanda was pregnant but with her hormones out of whack and her constant need to nest. It became hard to do anything.

You loosened your lips around her tightened wet bud, cumulating a mixture of your saliva and her sweet milk dripping down your chin. "I'd love to help you in others ways too Wanda baby." Your eyes met with hers noticing her lip curled up on one side. Her grin was sensual as if she knew all along with your intentions.

"One task at a time detka." Her grip on your scalp grew stronger pulling you back to her chest.

The endless stream of milk from Wanda's nipple began to dry up tasting nothing but your mouth. Without any thought, you unconsciously moved to her other nipple giving more of a gentle tug. You sensed Wanda's goosebumps across her body, fastening her grip on your scalp. A tiny gasp escaped her lips trying so hard to hold in a moan.

"Oh honey please, no teeth. I'm so sensitive." Her hands clasped prying your jaw down. Your hands had other plans venturing up her thighs to the buttons in the middle of her pants. Your tiny fingers threaded through one button unhooking the fabric from its home. Your hand pushed through her pants arriving at her panties. Your fingers traced the soft cotton. Your nail hooked onto the hem, letting your index and ring finger go into her. Her quiet sounds became a full moan. Your eyes peered up meeting Wanda's gaze. Her mouth lifted onto one side into a sharp grin.

"Go ahead Y/n. Touch me." Her hands released from your head, pushing down onto your shoulders creating a high amount of pressure.

Your hand just did that. Your wrist went numb dropping your hand further down. Her warmth illuminated without even touching her yet. You dipped your fingers through her folds knowing this kind gesture of yours was making Wanda extremely horny. Your middle finger sank into her center with ease. Wanda could not contain what came out of her mouth as you were still attached to her nipple.

You briefly unhooked your lips from her bud, brushing your face between her chest only leaving the feeling of your hot breath. She was sweaty, her boobs were still uneven. Wanda's whole body was reacting to your finger inside her. You turned your palm in a different direction letting your thumb to bend down circling her erected clit.

"Oh! Y/n! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Wanda grabbed your elbow clenching her nails deeply into your skin leaving red.

"Fuck...you better be." Your hand moved again, thrusting your finger at a rapid speed. Wanda's nose crinkled letting her head fall back. Her walls tightened around your finger rocking her hips all over the place.

Her body took a sigh calming from the high. Your finger unslipped out of Wanda's pussy escaping her pink pants leaving a tiny wet spot at her crotch.

"Fuck...Y/n. We haven't done that in forever." Wanda slumped back on the couch wiping sweat of her brow.

"Too long Wands. Way too long." You prompted yourself against the living room coffee table sitting on your knees.

"I know Hunny-bunny. It's just been so hard with the boys. We've both have been so exhausted and worn down. You've been so patient too. I love you." She sighed giving you a playful smile. "Now. Are you going to finish this problem or will I just have one lop-sided tit?" Her chest was still exposed showing her right boob larger than the other. You jolted onto your feet ready to start all over again until the cries on the baby monitor blared beside the couch.

You two both laughed seeing the time on the clock.

"I think Billy's finally hungry." Wanda matched your height standing up from her seat.

"Well damn." You grinned being a little bit disappointed you couldn't finish her off. Wanda whisked over around the couch making her way to the staircase. "Oh and by the way Wanda.." She turned staring at you intently. "Yes, hun?"

"I love you too." You got too nervous blushing like you were a school girl. She giggled, making it up the landing.

"Good. Now go take out the trash." You hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Especially when she was running up the stairs topless.

"Yes ma'am!"

[ponds-of-ink]

Springtrap Month 9#: “Memories”

Continuing the “storyline” from a couple of the earlier prompts, here’s a quick ‘what if’ for you: What if Springtrap— in the middle of some trip down memory lane— realized that he wasn’t the only “worker” from the Fazbear days?

@incorrect-fnaf-quotes, I think you might find this one interesting.

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Springtrap rested against the walls of his “bed”chamber. It had been a tiring, yet average day: He lied in wait for the next round of visitors before scaring them with a hissing ‘shriek’. Then, he moved to several spots inside the attraction— Repeating this process over and over. Only adjusting his act to either soothe the constant pain in his body or to fulfill requirements overheard by those frightened souls… Though he wouldn’t admit to helping them at all. Certainly not.

“How did that one child get lost, anyway?” he mused to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. “There’s no real branching path. Not even a diversion leading to a dead end. Perhaps I was on the right track, but I derailed towards the wrong conclusion?”

A sharp pain in his neck put a stop to that musing. He yanked his head back down. “I have to talk to maintenance sometime,” he hissed in his head. “These random aches are too frequent…”

His inner voice trailed. He finally noticed the stack of papers lying beside him. Weathered coloring pages with yellow creatures and stick figure families. Old fan-club letters transcribed from crayon to pure text. And, on top of that stack, a camera photo with its color nearly lost— Though a currently loose sticky note made sure its contents weren’t completely visible.

Regardless, the memories started to pour back in. Touring around his first ever animatronic diner. Those countless hours deciphering all those handwritten notes before sending them to the editors in that newsletter room. The banter Henry and him would have over how the characters would answer. Even the moments when he would make his own children’s birthdays feel special were sweet in that moment.

But one piercing shriek returned him to reality. He shut his eyes and shivered. It was a miracle that the lost child didn’t remind him of… that day. Even with their near-identical striped shirts.

To ease the pain building on all fronts, Springtrap reached out and grabbed the sticky note. His body still cried out in agony, yet that didn’t matter now. What mattered was an answer to the obvious: Why was this pile here? Was it a way for some worker to say that they’ve figured him out? Or was it a sincere attempt to “liven up” his day by heartening to Spring-Bonnie’s past?

Two words were scrawled out on that note, all in capital letters: “FOUND YOU”. A rather chilling message to the average person, but nothing of note to Springtrap... Until the writing style caught his eye. It was fast and loose, though the penmanship was clearly a leftover from some rigid school. The striking red ink reminded him of when Michael wore out his red pens from drawing so much. Why, if Springtrap was a betting bunny, he would almost guarantee—

Whatever constituted as blood ran cold.   Springtrap looked back at the pile. There, on top of it all, was an ancient photo of Spring-Bonnie and a young boy wearing a custom pirate outfit. The boy was smiling proudly, raising his hook into the air like a captain ready to congratulate his crew. He held a small Foxy plush in his other arm, practically cementing Springtrap’s fears.

Michael—once Foxy’s best crewmate— had finally fulfilled his promise.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Mobius watched Loki pace up and down the cell, kicking the broken bits of chair and table around as he stomped about. A chair that Mobius could have been sitting on right now, not that he was going to say anything about it.

“It’s not fair,” Loki screamed. “Here I am, having been through therapy, mandated by you,” he pointed at Mobius, channelling his anger in the wrong place as usual, “and I end up stuck in this damn cell in Asgard, again, and for what? The fact that I am Loki? That I continue to breath? What’s the point in changing if no one around you sees the new you?”

There was plenty that Mobius could point out to Loki, like that smashing things up wasn’t healthy, that shouting at him wasn’t achieving anything, but that wouldn’t get them anywhere. He needed Loki calm.

Still, it was good that Loki felt more at ease expressing his turmoil rather than repressing it, hiding it from others. That was a point in his favour, or perhaps in therapy’s favour.

Loki was still stomping up and down, and Mobius knew it was best to let him tire himself out. When he finally did that, he would finally listen to Mobius’ soft words, but he wouldn’t right now. Until then, it was just a waiting game. It was lucky he had improved his poker face over the years they had been together. It gave Loki a quiet space to vent without worrying he was being judged. Nine times out of ten, it worked.

Loki was still muttering angrily when the tears started to fall and the words stopped. He fell down prone on the floor and Mobius crawled over to him, avoiding the many sharp bits of wood lying around. He needed to get to Loki now, wrap his arms around him and whisper soft words of reassurance into his ear.

“it’s okay, Loki. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” Mobius rocked them back and forth, rubbing soothing circles along his back. When a fresh set of tears erupted from the god, he just gently shushed him and held him closer.

It could have been minutes or hours they stayed like that, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Loki was comforted. Everything else could wait.

At some point the tears had subsided and Loki, still sniffling into his chest, breathed a small thank you.

“You mean everything to me, Loki. I love you.” His eyes radiated that love as he spoke, reaching down to kiss the exhausted god on his cheek. “I will always love you.”

[feuersturm97]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Robotnik and Stone tried again to finally get rid of this anoying hedgehog and his friends.

However something goes horrible wrong.

This was an idea of my best friend she asked me to write something like this 😊

[ghost1643]

Panic at the crime scene-A.k.a Connor finds out about Brandon Urie

"Hank! Hank! Hank look what I found!" Connor smiled racing over to Hank. The older cop stopped walking and smiled at his adopted android son.

"What did you find now?" Hank asked with a smile. Conner bounced up and down, up and down as he began digging something out of his pocket. Then slowly he pulled out a CD.

"Look! I found a CD!" Connor smiled holding out the disk. Hank felt his heart stop as he reached over and slowly picked up the CD.

"Connor this is from the storage unit." Hank mumbled with a smile. Connor nodded his head wearing a proud smiled for his father figure to see and to make his heart melt a little bit more.

"It was an edgy band. Like the one you listen to Hank! And yesterday Chole was going on and on about how much he thought you would like it and we had the CD from 2018 in our evidence storage!" Connor smiled. He wanted to get him some stuff like that for a while. Even on his birthday. Which he could have done.

If you know Hank told him WHEN HIS BIRTHDAY WAS!

Hank sighed looking down. He had no idea what to tell him. He didn't have the heart to tell him he hated panic at the disco growing up.

Don't get him wrong. He liked the singer. He thought he sounded good. And the songs sounded amazing tune and lyric wise. Yet, one thing he hated about the band was how badly everyone obsessed over them. So he just never really got into their music. He preferred heavy metal instead.

But, he wasn't going to tell him that. It was Conner.

"Thank you Conner. I'm gonna listen to it all the time." Hank smiled going to put it in a bag to take home with him.

"But Hank you have a CD player in the car and we have to go home in ten minutes...why not put it in the car now?" Connor asked. Hank stood there before sighing and heading to the car.

After all, how could you say no to that face.

[hellosimplylizzie]

All Thanks To You ~ Ryan Reynolds Imagine ♡

~REQUESTED BY @kittikatsblog​: RYAN REYNOLDS: Ryan helps main character (Kat) after experiencing some troubling times ~

A/N: A quick lil’ something I whipped up for one of my dearest friends who adores Ryan. 🥰 Apologies for any typos, not gonna proofread. Also- I haven’t posted an imagine an over a year but I’m hoping to return. I’ve got my motivation back! 😚📝

Kat had been sitting on her couch, scrolling through tumblr and drinking her favorite tea. While deeply gazing into her laptop screen, she felt her phone vibrate beneath her leg, followed by a muffled notification sound. She nonchalantly reached under her leg for her phone and looked down at the notification that popped up.

Text Message From-

Ryan😜💚:  Hey, love. Are you free tonight?

Kat’s smile quickly faded, as she felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. She frowned to herself after an uncomfortable feeling settled in. She typically would’ve been thrilled at the mere fact that Ryan was trying to take her out on another date. Let’s be honest, the first few dates were amazing and he’s a great kisser... But still, she had been feeling off lately.

Trying to come up with another excuse to sit at home and shut everyone out had become draining in itself. Kat stared at the message, sulking in the gloomy aura that had consumed her and claimed her hostage.

Then came the double text.

Ryan😜💚:  Please? I rather not spend another Friday night alone. If not tonight, maybe tomorrow?

Kat couldn’t help but smile at the effort Ryan was putting in. Within seconds she became aggravated with herself, wondering; why couldn’t I just feel better?, why is it so hard to be normal and social?, why do I push good things away?... 

Kat took a deep breath, feeling her eyes slightly water, as she began to respond to the text.

Kat: Hey Ryan. 🙂

She hit send quickly, before she could talk herself out of it.

Kat: I can’t tonight 😓 It’s just not a good time.

She waited a minute for a response, watching as the three dots appeared signifying that he was typing. A few more seconds go by and the dots disappeared and a message was never sent. Kat’s heart sank in her chest, along with self hatred for the hurt she must’ve caused Ryan.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. 

~Call From Ryan😜💚~

“Ryan!” Kat panicked, starring at the screen of her phone and hesitating to answer. After a few seconds of anxiously contemplating whether or not she should answer, she gave in. I don’t want him to hate me...

“Hello?” Kat answered nervously, trying to contain her shaky voice.

“What’s up?” Ryan asked concerned. “Why do you keep blowing me off when I ask you out?”

“I’m not- I just-...” Her voice was shaking. Dammit Kat. Don’t cry.

“Kat... I know somethings up.” He said softly. “Listen, just tell me one thing-” He paused, as if he was waiting for a response.

“Mhmm.” Kat mumbled, in approval for him to continue.

“Is it me? Is it something I did or are you not interested? ‘Cause if it is-”

“No Ryan...” She answered quickly. Her voice so distinct, he could tell it was sincere. 

“Okay. Well, I’m coming over to see you okay. You got 20 minutes.”

“What-?!” Kat gasped, before hearing him chuckle and hang up the phone. “Wow...”

Kat jumped up from the couch and thought to herself. I need to shower...

“Wow. You got ready pretty fast.” Ryan smirked taking a step closer to Kat, entering her apartment.

“Didn’t really have much of a choice, did I?” She sassed with a side-smiled.

She could feel her spirit lifting and it was all thanks to the man of her dreams...

“Well, I needed to see you! It’s been weeks since I got to see your beautiful face and kiss those soft lips of yours. Can I-?” He asked with a soft child-like voice, wrapping his arms around Kat’s waist, pulling her into him, and leaning over her.

Kat smiled and nodded slightly, before reaching up, planting her lips on his eagerly.

After parting ways from the kiss, Ryan stood there, smiling over at Kat.

“What?” She asked, smiling nervously.

“Nothing. But hey, I was thinking... I know you don’t feeling like going out, but I thought we could stay in and watch-”

“-No.” Kat smiled, interrupting quickly. “I actually, I’m starting to feel like myself again.”

“Really?” He asked, a relieved smile plastered itself on his face. Kat thought it was adorable how happy he was for her.

“Mhmm. All thanks to you. I mean- I know the random waves of sadness come and go, so tomorrow or next week I might start trying to push people away again... But right now, you helped me. Because of you I got up, and forced myself to get ready and that alone made me feel 100 times better. And you being here, showing up for me and feeling these feelings for you-” Kat noticed Ryan’s smile become a wide grin. Her face flushed as she became embarrassed and hesitated to continue speaking. “-I’m rambling...”

“You’re so fucking cute.” He grinned before colliding his lips with hers again, kissing her passionately. “Let’s go out then. Come on. I know a place we can go.” He winked, taking Kat’s hand in his and guiding it up to his mouth, before kissing it. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Kat blushed, smiling. 

~Part II coming soon 😘~

[feuersturm97]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Stones morning turnes out to be the worst morning ever. First he didn't notice his alarm, then his car just stopped to work mid way so he has to walk in this cold weather.

And at his way he also found an small kitten he keeps and taking it with him to Robotnik's lab.

I did this fanfic for the drawing i did 4 hours or so ago xD

It's just an quick late night fanfic because i can't sleep xD