warehouse dog

Bad Meets Evil ~ Void smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Void Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 3794

Synopsis: You are on a mission of sorts when you cross paths with Void Stiles

A/N: I’m sorry this is so full of smut I needed to do a Void smut. There’s some Latin in this, because I love me some google translate. If you’re like me and like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest anything by Massive Attack, it just fits so well with this. Enjoy the trash ya heathens 

WARNING: This is the first time I’m putting a warning on my smut. This gets kind of intense. A little choking, definitely spanking, hair pulling, rough fingering and penetration. I’m sorry if I haven’t done the warnings quite right but if any of this makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT!



When vengeance takes over your life, it’s hard to think about much else. Most people my age would be having fun in their freshman year of college. Going to parties, dating, being your normal youth of today. But my life is not like the average nineteen or twenty year old. It never has been and somehow, I’m completely okay with that. Right now my focus is on one thing, well, one person. I came to Beacon Hills to kill Peter Hale, to make sure he suffers until his last dying breath. He has no idea. Why would he?

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Together - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request:  Could you do a Wanda X reader where the reader went on Mission and it turned South and their leg was injured and it’s not fixable so they had to amputate the leg and they get a replacement and Wanda help some walk again.

A/n: I hope this is okay, I don’t really know much about amputations and prosthetic legs so I used google for the information - no idea how much of that is actually accurate so this was an attempt.

You had been sent in a mission in Brazil to recover a stash of magical talismans, but you didn’t know it was a trap. As you and the other agents arrived at the warehouse, the dogs of war were let loose. The leader worked with mutating animals into monsters, they ravaged your leg whilst attacking the other agents, trying to rip them apart, luckily back-up was able to call evac in time for escape.

Maria sighed, obviously bored as she scrolled through data for missions before jerking to attention as your Quinjet’s distress signal was activated. “FRIDAY call Wanda, Steve and Nat to the hanger into med bay.” Maria instructed as she made her way to the elevator. “They’re on their way Miss Hill.” FRIDAY replied. Maria sighed as she hurried to the hanger where your Quinjet was landing.

One of the agents was helping you walk out of the jet as the others limped, crawled or stumbled out, all covered in your own blood. Wanda gasped as she saw you, running towards you she thanked the agent helping before taking you to the med bay using a stretcher. Steve automatically followed, assisting all the stumbling agents as Nat helped load agents into stretchers with Maria.

You were barely awake as you were pulled into surgery. The doctors frowned as they looked over your leg bleeding with black veins displayed. It was unrecoverable, they knew there was only one option but you wouldn’t like it. 

A nurse approached Wanda to explain the situation. “Their leg is unrecoverable, it has been badly ravaged and poisoned by the creatures that we cannot identify at this moment in time. Our only option is to amputate the leg.” The nurse explained. Wanda froze in shock, she knew what this would do to you but there was no other option. 

After the operation to amputate your leg through your thigh, you woke up, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. As you sat up, the blankets on you moved, causing you to notice the bandages. “What the hell? You gotta be kidding me!” You cried, throwing the blanket off and looking at the stump where your leg was. 

Wanda burst into the room, dropping the pumpkin spice latte Natasha had forced her to get onto the floor in shock that you were awake. The first thing she saw was the broken look on your face. She quickly dived towards you to enshroud you in a hug, slipping on the latte, she landed on the floor next to your bed. (A/n: She could have used her powers to catch it if she wasn’t so off guard.)

“W-what am I supposed to do love, I’m useless… I can’t even walk now…” You stuttered, tears falling down your face like waterfalls or like the constant rain in England. (A/n: I’m not joking either.) Wanda frowned as she held you in her arms. “Vhen it heals, ve vill get you a prosthetic leg so you can valk, draga mea, you are not useless, te iubesc Y/n…” Wanda whispered, rocking you as you whimpered and cried. 

Two months later, you were cleared by the doctors to began practicing with a prosthetic leg, Tony had decided along with Bruce to design it for you. You had no choice in the matter. It was fitted to your leg by Bruce before he left, knowing this would be emotional and very personal. You were shaking as you attempted to stand up, falling back onto your bed. Wanda sighed as she watched, putting her arms out to help you. You wanted to glare but you couldn’t, you needed to walk again, you wanted to walk again. 

Pushing up from the bed, you whimpered as you lost balance, clinging to Wanda. “God I feel like a child.” You growled, gently loosing your grip as you attempted to step forwards. You whimpered in pain and frustration as you fell onto Wanda again.

“Don’t worry dragă, we will do this together.” Wanda cooed gently to you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. You nodded in response. “Together.” You agreed, attempting to grin.

Tagged: @marvel-wlw

Alright, so, I’m not usually a huge AU person.  That’s not to say I haven’t read some amazing pieces out there.  Only that my preference is within the canon universe with the occasional split from the seasons.  THAT being said… I was up way too late last night and in my delirium decided the gang would be a lot of fun thrown into the Fallout universe.

The following contains spoilers from the intro to Fallout 4.  

You’ve been warned.

The cast:
H.G.: this sets the whole thing up.  A few hundred years frozen and out of her own time with her child stolen for unknown reasons, she’s a woman on a mission.  Luckily for the gang, she’s also pretty handy and actually knows what all this old tech does and how to fix it.  
Myka: Ex Enclave.  Jumped from her presidential guardian duties when she realised help was never actually going to be given to the people of the wasteland.
Pete: Ex Brotherhood.  He joined to help bring peace and safety back to the people.  It didn’t take him long to see how things really were.
Artie: Ex Brotherhood.  Pounced on a newly brother-less Pete to join his own crusade to bring hope to the wasteland.
Claudia: Family murdered by raiders, she found safety and a new family with an eerily calm super mutant.
Steve: One of the rare super mutants who has been able to maintain his faculties through sheer will.  Or that’s what Artie suspects at least.
Mrs. Fredrick: Another person out of time.  She remembers how it used to be.  It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than it is now.  And she’s gathered this group of ragtags to help set things right.
Trailer: Upgraded.

  • DC Chapter: Stabbings and falling bodies
  • Fandom: Okay...?
  • DC Chapter: Spider demon
  • Fandom: Huh?
  • DC Chapter: Mermaids
  • Fandom: But-
  • DC Chapter: Moving armor
  • Fandom: Seriously what the fu-
  • DC Chapter: FIRE. PEOPLE. PEOPLE ON FIRE.
  • Fandom: WILL YOU JUST-
  • DC Chapter: GODS. HAUNTED WAREHOUSES. DRAGONS. DEMON DOGS. VAMPIRES. ZOMBIES.
  • Fandom: ...
  • Hattori Heiji: Ayeee Kudooo
  • Fandom: Ohhhh...

Concept: you own an old industrial warehouse. you invite artist friends from all over the world to come and work, everyone learns new things from each other. you get grants to furnish the warehouse with the tools needed to make whatever anyone desires. you host workshops that are open to the public. you build a tiny house within the warehouse, where your dog and partner live. you don’t have to worry about money or food, you are fulfilled.

Three drabbles from three perspectives

Eames found the dog in an alley while he was supposed to be tailing a mark. It looked so helpless that he just had to pick it up and bring it back to the warehouse. He had a thing for pit bulls – misunderstood creatures, so often abused and then blamed for being afraid of people. “I would never let a pit bull near my child.” “It’s in their nature to be violent.”

It was a frigid day and the puppy was shivering. From the cold or from fear? Either way, Eames tucked him into his jacket. His little paw pads scrabbled against his chest at first, but soon the puppy relaxed and sank into his body heat.

When Eames first showed up at the warehouse with a stray dog, Arthur rolled his eyes. It was so like Eames, to impulsively take pity on some pathetic creature and assume that he could help it. But the more he watched Eames with the puppy — which he had begun calling “Sir Frederick,” or “Freddie” for short — the more he felt a creeping sense of fondness bleeding into his view of Eames. Maybe it was Eames’s attentiveness, the way he was constantly carrying Freddie around and laying absentminded kisses on his head. Maybe it was the contrast between this tiny, bumbling, helpless animal and Eames’s practiced, capable sturdiness. Whatever it was, Arthur felt an unfamiliar sense of envy, although whether he was envious of Eames or of the puppy, he wasn’t sure.

OH MY GOD HELLO YOU ARE WARM AND FRIENDLY

YOU HAVE A SPIKY FACE AND I LOVE YOU

YOU SMELL LIKE A FOREST I LIKE FORESTS I LIKE TO RUN AROUND AND DIG CAN WE GO DIG

IS THAT A BONE I LOVE BONES

YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD LIKE IS SOME FOOD DO YOU HAVE ANY

I WAS COLD BUT NOW I AM WARM THANK YOU

DO YOU HAVE ANY FOOD THERE IS FOOD IN THE FORESTS

WHO IS THAT MAN CAN I PEE ON HIM