#boon because fuck that noise

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it all started when glenn caught you checking out maggie.

your eyes had been glued to her form, not just enjoying the view of her ass from behind but her figure as she made her way to help rick with the new tractor they’d salvaged. maggie had no idea that you were doing your best at lip reading every word and catching every mundane detail. you had no idea glenn was watching.

he’s returning from the showers to maggie in their tent in the yard, getting ready for bed when he breaches the subject. the man is half expecting to get some backlash on why his eyes were on the girl from woodbury in the first place but he’s wildly surprised to hear, “you too?”

apparently maggie had caught you in action herself. breath caught in your throat, you’d been letting your eyes linger a little too long on the way glenn’s hands gripped around the rake he was using to clear up the fields after a gusty rainstorm.

none of you thought that a joke from maggie about the length of your shorts would end up with your head in between her thighs.

what you thought had been playful banter turned into a threeway makeout session against the toolshed followed by you all crashing into their tent, and a quest to rid you of your panties. hands on the front and back of your legs, the couple didn’t waste any time - not with you so eager. maggie’s making fun of your blush when she maneuvers a finger around to find you revved up and ready to go, but glenn’s pants are only tightening.

the barrage of open mouthed kisses and fingers tangling in your hair almost distract you from maggie weaseling another finger inside of you.

“such a pretty girl,” glenn is whispering into your hair from behind. a hand lays claim on your tit, squeezing and doling out pleasure even as his girlfriend picks up her pace.

“gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna come, sweet girl,” maggie advises and suddenly you’re reminded of the sunny afternoon right outside the tent flap.

maggie and glenn share a look that you don’t quite recognize yet. it’s like there’s some couple’s wavelength that you’re not on that has glenn starting on his pants and maggie ridding you of your tank top.

and just like that, your mouth is encompassing glenn’s head as he hisses, “fuck.” your cheeks hollow like it’s a setting triggered by his cock, sliding further down your throat.

“such a good girl for us,” maggie proves with a thrust of her fingers. “sayin’ yes without hesitatin’. you like watchin’ us. we’re gonna love watchin’ you come.”

you can’t complain and you have no reason to. maggie’s fingers are working out a much needed massage on your most tender muscles. a third finger has you moaning around glenn, and with every noise from you, his hands find your hair, stroking and petting as you swallow around him. he’s only tensing and throbbing in your mouth even more at the filthiness of it all; maggie’s fingers stuffed up your cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat.

a gag has him shooting his hips nearly into your face. you - in turn - grind up and down on maggie’s fingers. her lips are pressing instructions to “just wait” against your skin. it’d be easier to “just wait” if she wasn’t rubbing such precise circles into your clit - motions that you didn’t even know you liked.

the new touches and sensations are overwhelming you. you’re almost happy glenn is angling impossibly down your airway because otherwise, you’d be loud enough to provide an inappropriate work environment for everyone in the fields. you only grow louder as the woman twisting her nimble fingers inside of you doesn’t relent. you’d beg if it wouldn’t be so muffled around glenn’s cock.

vibration after vibration echoes against glenn’s length anyways. when he looks down at you, base of him in hand, he thinks you have to be the sweetest boon to ever have fallen into his lap.

he’s even more impressed when his girlfriend declares that you’re “close” and he’s getting a front row seat for how you absolutely fall apart in the wake of your orgasm. your reddened face has to be cherry now. lips swollen around glenn, all you can do is whimper when the digits extracting every ounce of pleasure they can, curl and guide you through the wet, squirming release pulsing around maggie’s fingers.

glenn spilling down your throat and maggie removing her fingers give you a break from the physical overwhelm.

your mouth isn’t ready for a break just yet though. not when you’re making the executive decision to wipe whatever’s left of glenn from your lips and settle down between maggie’s pillowy thighs, shushing her “but”s when you lower her denim shorts and sage panties.

maggie’s green eyes are flickering between yours and glenn’s. glenn is no doubt sitting back, enjoying the love of his life getting eaten out just like she deserved to after a hard morning of work in the sun. you’d had him down your throat just mere minutes ago but the sight of you so furiously bent on getting his girl off has him bricking up again.

the feel of maggie’s hands in your hair is remiscent of glenn’s and each time she tugs your strands, you’re nosing deeper. you don’t care that your face is covered in maggie’s arousal by this point. you’d be in awe of the couple; glenn’s side swept hair and maggie’s delicious demeanor - and her derrière.

tongue flattened against her entrance, you lap up maggie as if her pussy were pure nectar of the gods. her heaving exhales are. it’s all the confirmation that you need that the pattern you’re drawing with your tongue lights up every pleasure receptor in her. fingers grow harsher, a tug to match every taunting lick.

before you know it, maggie’s sweet release is filling your mouth.

even maggie can’t help but let out a few choice words and some huffy praises of, “good girl” and “what a mouth.”

glenn can’t help but look at you with an open mouth because god, you look cute with your nose covered in her slick.

there’s not enough time for maggie to laugh at her boyfriend or for you to get all flustered - not if the three of you want to work a nap into your day before dinner.

you happily accept their invitation and glenn straightens out their mussed up sleeping arrangements. he finds you a pillow, passing it to you and placing one last eager kiss on your lips before pulling his girlfriend into his arms, not unlike how she grabs you next. maggie’s kissing the top of your head and you’re forgetting all about the empty bunk back in your cell, blissed out enough to relax your head against her chest and let the sounds of the cicadas chirp you to sleep.

#the walking dead #glenn rhee #glenn rhee x reader #gleggie #maggie rhee #maggie greene #maggie greene x reader #maggie rhee x reader #glenn rhee x you #glenn rhee smut #glenn rhee imagine #gleggie x reader #gleggie smut #twd #twd smut #twd imagine #twd glenn #twd maggie #not beta read #m/f/f #blowy #gleggie wormed into my brain and somehow that manifested in 1.06k of this filth #grimesgirll

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Breach

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4k

Summary: Natalya's first break in

A/N: This came about because it just seems realistic that the Maximoffs would have to deal with this after Wanda retires...sorry

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood/injury, and death

You’re dreaming of being at the beach when you’re pulled from your sleep by a loud noise. You want to ignore it, but it’s so jarring that you immediately sit up and look around in confusion. Wanda’s already on her feet and she’s cursing as she grabs something from the bedside table and runs to the door. You realize as soon as you throw the covers off of you that it’s the security system alarm that’s going off.

“Natalya!”

You realize where Wanda’s gone as soon as you hear your dogs barking downstairs. You hear shooting and immediately jump out of bed and fall to the ground with a muttered curse.

“Fuck, fuck.”

You’re looking for the other gun that Wanda’s stashed in here, and you grab it and dash toward the hallway to figure out what the hell is going on. You hear one of the dogs cry out, and you’re already taking aim as you step out of the bedroom and look for the threat.

You’re surprised to see three people dressed in black bulletproof vests downstairs with your dogs. One of them is on the ground holding his neck that’s covered in blood while the others have a dog each on them. You see Boone get pushed to the ground and the man raise his gun to shoot him again, but you shoot first. You haven’t shot a gun in over three months, but you luckily have adrenaline and Wanda to thank for the fact that you still hit him. He goes down but the attention of the other two is quickly on you.

You don’t even realize that you’re in the worst possible position completely out in the open until they start shooting at you. You curse and rush for cover back toward the bedroom before slamming the door behind you. You frantically try to think of what could give you the upper hand, or at least not keep you at such a disadvantage as you rush toward the closet.

Wanda makes it to her daughter’s room before you’re even out of bed. She pushes the door open quickly only to stop in her tracks when she sees that Natalya isn’t alone.

Wanda will wonder how she didn’t get notified of intruders on her property later. For now, she has to figure out how to keep her daughter alive.

“Mrs. Maximoff, so glad you could join us.”

Wanda doesn’t recognize the man holding her daughter, but her finger moves to the trigger regardless. He doesn’t appear armed or interested in the fact that he’s got a gun pointed at him, and it’s not until Wanda feels the muzzle of one against the back of her head that she understands why.

“Drop it.”

Wanda doesn’t listen immediately because all of her instincts are screaming at her not to leave both her and Natalya undefended. The door slams behind the second man that’s pushed his way in the nursery and shoved her forward at the same time. She hisses as he grabs her hair and yanks her head back sharply

“Drop the gun and get on your knees.”

Wanda grits her teeth and considers telling him to shove it, but the sight of the brunette in front of her raising a hand to touch Natalya’s cheek makes her stop short. Wanda barely hears the sound of gunfire and barking downstairs as she looks up to meet cold blue eyes.

“Or you can watch as I smother your daughter. Your choice.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s told, and she keeps her eyes on her baby as she drops to the floor. She can hear shouting downstairs, but she can’t think about that right now because there’s nothing she can do. She realizes that she didn’t charge her phone last night, and it must have died. She must have missed a call that someone was on her property and then that someone had broken in. She just hopes that she can stall long enough for the backup to arrive.

She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, but she feels her body go rigid as she watches her gun get kicked underneath the nearby dresser.

“What do you want?”

Wanda had been out of the business for under a year, but even though you’d both spent a day getting rid of all of the weapons in the house, old habits die hard. When Wanda gave birth to Natalya, you watched as she became extremely anxious about the idea of someone coming for her. In the first month after your daughter was born, you started to notice changes in the house.

You started to find guns stashed around the house, and a knife here and there. Well, you mostly caught Wanda hiding them when she should be sleeping, and you’d taken the opportunity to try and talk her out of it.

As you arm yourself with another gun, and prepare to face the duo down in the living room, you’re extremely grateful that your wife didn’t listen to you. You take a deep breath and listen for the duo to come running up the stairs, you don’t hear your dogs anymore and that terrifies you, but you can’t think about them now. You need to figure out where Wanda is and if she made it to your daughter’s room.

You turn off the lights and hide against the wall waiting for the door to slam open. When it does you shoot the closest person to you. You hit him in the shoulder before you have to duck to avoid getting shot in the face. You grimace as you feel a burning pain in your leg, but you ignore it as you rush forward. You push one of them onto the bed and then turn back to see the telltale red dot of being in someone’s sights. You stifle a curse as you swipe at the gun right before he shoots and the sound of the shot and the heat of it whizzing by your head makes you cringe. You don’t manage to knock the gun out of his hand, but you shoot him in the vest twice before he hits you across the face.

You feel your head swim as you fall to your knees, but you don’t stay down long as you shove the taller man out the door and into the hallway. He stumbles and falls over the railing and onto the first floor with a loud bang. You ignore the tightening of your muscles from the strain of shoving someone twice your weight away from you as you try to steady yourself. You don’t manage to get your bearings before you feel a searing pain in your back and you drop one of the guns in your hand with a breathy curse.

“Fuck.”

When you and Wanda didn’t answer your phones, Steve was the next person on the list to receive a call from your security company. He’d immediately woken Bucky up and they were peeling out of the garage and headed toward your house in less than 2 minutes. Time seemed to slow as Steve pulls up to the house to see that there are two large SUVs in the driveway and 3 people standing guard outside. Bucky’s grateful that he’d called Nat for backup on the way here because they’re going to need all the help they can get.

Wanda’s jaw is starting to ache from how hard she’s clenching her teeth in an attempt to keep herself from doing something rash. She just watches as Natalya starts to squirm in unfamiliar arms. She’s always been a deep sleeper, but even she has a limit to what she can sleep through apparently. Wanda looks away from her daughter and meets the brunette’s gaze once again when he laughs at her.

“To settle the score. You didn’t really think you’d get to walk away from it all scot-free, did you?”

Wanda flinches when a loud shot sounds down the hall and she has to force herself to focus on the threat in front of her, not whatever you’re facing. She doesn’t realize that her nails are digging into her thighs until she tries to stand up.

She can’t imagine what she looks like right now. A former mobster on her knees for someone who hasn’t even bothered to introduce himself yet. She’s sweating despite barely being covered by her shorts and tank top, and she desperately tries to ignore her slick palms where they’re pressed against her legs.

“Are you going to tell me who you are? That might help me realize how I’ve wronged you.”

Wanda knew that saying anything at all was a risk, but she couldn’t just kneel in front of this asshole in silence. She was about to burst from the anticipation of having to act when he decided he wanted to hurt Natalya. She couldn’t let that happen, and she didn’t care what it meant for her. She needed Natalya to be safe.

Wanda’s not too surprised when her hair is yanked again and she’s soon facing the ceiling with pained tears in her eyes. She barely stifles the hiss behind her teeth as she lets herself be manhandled for the sake of keeping attention away from Natalya. She waits until he’s looming over her before she tries to look as pitiful as possible when he smiles at her teasingly.

“Just someone who wants revenge while Strucker has his back turned.”

Wanda bristles at the name of her enemy of over 15 years. She had gone to him of all people when she wanted out of her profession. When she’d wanted to leave her empire for good, she’d decided to try and exchange it for something that would be worth far more than any of the money she’d made over the years. She got him to agree to protecting her family, but clearly there was room for improvement. She would worry about critiquing Strucker’s security measures after she made it out of this alive.

She hopes you’re the one she still hears shooting down the hall.

Your legs threaten to give out as you stumble forward and away from the knife that’s in your back. Your hands are shaking as you try to get out of arm’s reach of the person behind you. You hold your gun close to your stomach hoping that you can keep from dropping it as you escape into the hallway. You consider your next move carefully as you peek over the banister to confirm your suspicions that the shooting you hear is coming from outside.

“Game over you little bitch.”

You can’t help but let out a harsh laugh at this. Why did men always need to have the last word? You are painfully aware that you haven’t heard anything from your wife or daughter. If everything was okay with Natalya, Wanda would have found a way to assist you. That said, the silence from the nursery and the fact you’re out here alone tells you more than you ever wanted to know. You can’t bring yourself to consider that either of them is hurt. You’re not sure you’d be able to find the will to go on, and you might just end up letting this asshole shoot you in the back.

Instead, you choose to believe that they’re still okay, and they’re just waiting for you to join them. You smile at the thought and you turn around slowly to face the leering man with a still-smoking rifle and large knife.

Steve and Bucky are still in a shootout with the trio when Nat arrives. She luckily realizes what’s going on and decides that the best course of action is to mow the trio over. She hits two before she comes to a stop in the driveway and starts shooting out the window. She doesn’t wait for her friends to finish off the other two before she’s out of the car and running into the house.

The first thing Nat notices is the mess. It’s like a tornado blew through the living room, but she doesn’t waste time thinking about it when she sees you at the top of the stairs. She notices the man standing in front of you first, but her brain also manages to register that the amount of blood on your back and leg isn’t a good sign.

You hear Nat run into the house, but you don’t realize that she’s on your side, so you assume the gunfire you hear is headed toward you. You’re pleasantly surprised when you see the shocked look on the blonde’s face before he falls back dead from a bullet to the head. You don’t even take the time to look behind you or thank Nat before you’re running to the nursery.

Running was generous. You were more limping quickly as you tried to see if your wife needed assistance. You don’t notice Nat racing up the stairs to follow you.

Wanda’s glaring at the too cocky man who she wishes she could just shoot in the face. She realizes when she sees him reach for a knife at his belt, that she’s run out of time, and she speaks before she can stop herself.

“If it’s revenge you want, go ahead. Take it. Shoot me.”

Wanda is surprised by how calm her voice is when really, she’s never been more scared in her life. She thinks that if she has to watch this man hurt her child, it’s going to kill her. She doesn’t hear the ruckus in the hall because she’s too focused on the knife that’s inching toward Natalya’s face.

When he presses it against Nat’s cheek and her baby starts to cry, she nearly jumps to her feet.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Mrs. Maximoff. You’re going to die slowly, but first you’re going to--.”

Wanda’s not sure what he would have said, but she doesn’t take much time to think about it when the door behind her swings open. She watches blue eyes leave her and look to see who’s arrived, and the way his face hardens tells Wanda all she needs to know. She jumps to her feet in the same instant that he tries to hurt Natalya.

“No!”

“Wanda!”

In her panic, Wanda tries to grab the knife and yank it away from Nat. She misses you putting the man holding her at gunpoint in a chokehold as you push his arm down so he’s aiming at the ground. His gun goes off just seconds before yours does and you shoot him in the chest before hurrying to help your wife. Wanda’s shaken off and she loses her grip on the knife that’s headed straight for Nat’s flushed and heaving chest. She’s crying harder now, and Wanda nearly joins her as she throws her arm out to stop the knife in it’s path.

“Fuck!”

Wanda hears another shot go off and her vision is suddenly clouded with blood, but she doesn’t care and quickly reaches out for her daughter. The knife sticking out of her arm is less of a concern to her and she catches Natalya as the blonde in front of her falls limp and releases Nat into her hold. She sighs in relief and starts to cry as she cradles her daughter in her arms. She doesn’t even notice that one of them is bleeding heavily from the wound in her forearm.

“Wanda!”

You drop to your knees beside your wife, exhausted and in pain, but none of that matters as you take in the sight of your wife and daughter, alive and mostly unharmed. You wince as Wanda cries when you reach out to staunch the bleeding from her arm, but you kiss her forehead as you hold her and Natalya close.

Natasha bursts into the room to find the three of you crying and surrounded by pools of blood. Once she confirms that the two intruders are dead, she takes out her phone and makes sure that an ambulance is on the way. She hesitates to leave you three alone, but she needs to clear the rest of the house. The faint sound of sirens tells Nat that more help has arrived, but if it wasn’t for her, and you, the three of you may not have made it.

Natasha disappears to make sure there’s no danger remaining in the house, and once you’re alone again you feel your adrenaline start to wear off. Wanda’s holding you and Nat tightly as she breathes deeply and tries to ignore the pulsing ache in her arm. She looks you over frantically and gasps when she sees that you’re bleeding. You have what looks like a gunshot wound in your leg, and your shirt is soaked with blood from where you were stabbed. She almost reaches out to touch it because she wants to know how bad it is, but you shake your head as you take a deep breath.

“It-it’s okay, but it’s going to need stitches. You too probably.”

Wanda barely spares her arm a glance despite the fact that it’s starting to hurt more. She’s holding you both so tightly that the pain is radiating through her body, and she feels close to passing out. Still, she stays awake and as alert as possible until she gets the all clear from Nat. Wanda realizes that she’d been here for a moment before disappearing to hopefully take care of any remaining pest that had snuck into the house. She’ll figure out how this happened and how to fix it later, for now, both of you needed a doctor, and somewhere else to sleep.

Natasha finds the three of you still leaning against the crib where she left you about ten minutes later. The house is all clear and the bodies are being taken away and all evidence of them cleaned or removed. The dogs have been taken to a nearby ER for treatment, and now it was your turn. Nat kept medics from storming in here out of fear of overwhelming you. Instead, Nat led them up the stairs and told them to wait as she talked to her friends.

Wanda looked near catatonic where she leans against you with Natalya in the crook of her left arm. She was still bleeding from her right arm, but you’d tied something around it to stop blood flow as much as possible. You still had blood trickling down the side of your leg, and your shirt was more red than grey now, but you seemed more focused on your family. Your breathing was labored and your eyelids kept fluttering too, but you were staying awake for the sole purpose of watching over your family.

When Nat walks into the nursery, both you and Wanda stiffen, but you immediately relax when you see who it is. Wanda is still a little on edge because she knows what comes next, and she’s not ready to give Natalya up yet. She’s grateful her daughter's not hurt, but she does need a doctor, and she probably can’t bring Nat with her for that.

Natasha calmly explains the situation and that she has medics here to get them stabilized enough to go to a hospital. She smiles down at little Nat who’s snoring away before she gets to the hard part of her speech.

“Natalya can’t go with you, but I’ll take a team with me and keep her hidden until we can visit you.”

You’re too tired to argue, and you trust Natasha with your life, so trusting her with Little Nat’s isn’t a big deal. Of course, there’s a small voice in the back of your mind telling you that you shouldn’t let your daughter out of your sight, but you can’t listen to it right now. Your side is starting to really hurt and you’re getting dizzy from the amount of blood you’ve lost. You also are painfully aware of the fact that Nat hasn’t mentioned your dogs at all. If you’ve lost them tonight, you think that will be the final straw.

Wanda on the other hand tightens her hold on her daughter as two medics slip in through the opened door. She just needs a moment before she can relinquish Natalya to her friend. She trusts her to take care of her, but she just got her back and she needs a minute.

You’ve started getting looked at and you nearly curse when pressure is applied to your leg before something that stings like hell is put on it. Wanda is just handing Natalya over to the other redhead when she sees that your shirt is being lifted so the wound in your side can be examined. This time you can’t hold back the curse that leaves your lips and you flinch when the same damn powder is put on your gaping wound.

“You’ll likely need a transfusion Dr. Maximoff, you’ve lost a lot of blood.”

You don’t respond because you barely have enough energy to remain sitting upright. You aren’t surprised by this and you barely register the news as you squeeze your wife’s hand with a small smile. When she turns to you in worry because apparently, you’ve missed the medic say that you might need surgery too, you just lean forward and kiss her.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Wands. Both of you.”

You don’t mean to pass out before you hear Wanda’s response, but you really couldn’t help yourself. You were exhausted and now that everything was handled, your body decided it was time for a nap. You miss being carried to the first ambulance that’s arrived, but Wanda’s right behind you after she kisses Natalya goodnight and watches Natasha leave with her to hunker down somewhere for the night. Wanda tries not to feel out of control as she watches Nat’s car disappear closely following your ambulance. She watches Bucky get into a car and follow after you before Wanda finally speaks.

She looks to her left and notices Steve for the first time. She’d feel guiltier if she wasn’t so fucking tired.

“Thank you, Steve. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been called.”

Wanda has a million questions swimming around her head, but she can’t be bothered to think about them now. She knows that her friends will do some digging and figure out what happened tonight. She doesn’t have the energy to waste on it at the moment and she really needs to sit back down. Steve must realize this, at least some of it, and he smiles before reaching out to steady the redhead with an arm around her shoulder.

“Of course. I’ll handle everything, Wanda. Just focus on feeling better. Natalya will be safe tonight.”

Wanda didn’t realize that this is exactly what she needed to hear until she feels her eyelids grow unbearably heavy. She considers skipping out on the ambulance that’s coming up the driveway and just asking Steve to drive her, but he’s got enough to deal with tonight. Not to mention, you would give her hell for it when you found out.

The thought of you makes her realize that she needs to go to the hospital whether she wants to or not. She needs to get some stitches before figuring out what’s going on with you. Steve realizes how worn out Wanda must be to not protest at all as she’s led to the ambulance that already has a paramedic waiting at the back doors.

As Wanda steps up into the too bright vehicle, she wonders if this will be the last time she ever has to get into one of these.

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #silver springs #post silver springs pre growing pains au #angst #may have started a part 2 already

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Hi again! I melted over the Boone hcs—the way you write him is so good. Can I request your nsfw ramblings about Boone too? I just know his trigger finger could be put to good use…elsewhere 😩

VERY good use anon, you've read my mind 😉

Enjoy my excited horny rambling about Craig Boone below the cut ✨

Boone NSFW HCs:

-this man has a damn quick and steady trigger finger, and that extends to how he can fuck you with his fingers.

-he's a big boy by all accounts, and that gives him thick fingers, thick thighs and arms, and a thick dick.

-he can and WILL go commando, and that dick WILL be slung over the curve of his hip right where you can see it no matter what pants he wears

-he doesn't talk much unless you get him in a rare conversational mood at the best of times without fucking him. Despite that, he will absolutely mumble muffled praises and promises no matter how hard he's slamming his hips against your own

-definitely open for a poly relationship with you and a certain blonde doctor 👀

-casually constantly horny. Never stops.

-can and will keep going- like any other situation, puts both his endurance and strength to use

-puts that oral fixation and his habit of staying quieter to good use, because he WILL stuff his mouth with cock or cunt within moments of you telling him he can

-unnaturally long tongue, just a strange genetic trait. Serves him well when he pleasures partners

-dude will wilfully ignore arousal in lieu of his work but does get worked up if you tease enough to piss him off

-a touch possessive, mostly because he worries so much- leads often to him using a broad palm to press against your spine (or Arcade's, if he's also in on it all) to pin you down under him

-prefere giving over receiving, but if you do give, he certainly won't complain. It's one of few ways he gets vocal though, so be mindful

-takes as much as he gives. So if he ducks you hard, he expects you to fuck him harder right after

-silent touches and the holding of hands, even if he's rough

-only real exception to this is if he's pinned your hands or has both hands on your hips; he just loves being able to feel his partner(s) there with him

-king of aftercare tbh; despite growing up in the wastes, he's no less attentive of a partner. He is a sniper, after all, and he will notice every little wince or tightening of muscles even if you don't realize it.

-ultimately leads to him soothing kisses over soft bruising in the shapes of his fingers and teeth

-speaking of teeth, he likes to nibble! Not too hard, but he puts those sharp teefies to good use and thoroughly enjoys kissing into soft skin just to sink his teeth in a little bit.

-always makes sure to pay attention to all bites, bruises, and other aches and marks whenever it's said and done.

-regardless of gender, if he's fucking you from behind, spooning you to fuck you, or missionary- if his hand can support itself against your belly, it will 100% of the time unless he's preoccupied with something else

-likely stems from a need to protect that can and will get incredibly snippish toward those who aren't with him

-this man doesn't get jealous for the life of him, but he DOES get pissy when someone flirts with who he's with, primarily when they know he's with them

-leads to rough fucking just to be sure his partner(s) are marked fully. Followed quickly by tender, slow sex just so he can relax and worship

-he sounds he makes tend to be deeper grunts, and the sucking in of air in sharp, harsh intervals.

-but you can make him cry when it's tender enough, and you'll get soft whines and delightful noises of pleasure from him if you let him lose himself in it all

-switch, and can easily change that day to day. Most often a dominant bottom or a service top unless he's in a particular mood

-will happily get on his knees for a partner

-scrape your fingers through his buzzed hair- you can't pull it, hasn't been long in years, but it still riles him up

-bite at his wrist and kiss across his knuckles or kiss and suck little marks into his jaw and throat; that'll all have him worked up and anxious to bend you over just to see the arch of your spine

-the type of attentive to stuff a pillow under your hips but ignore the pain in his own knees

-prone to sub drops, so be very tender with him

-doesn't like admitting it for a long while, but he likes spanking to a lesser degree, and also has a thing for pain play

-it's NEVER enough to cause genuine damage, but he thinks reddened and swollen skin on a partner from the sheer size and weight of his hands is hotter than sin

-also likes sticking his fingers in a partner's mouth; the muffled sucking gets his brain hazy in the best way

-will put in HOURS when able just learning your body, learning what makes you tick and what has you teetering over the edge faster

-as per my much more sfw post, I expressed that I think he has nipple piercings. I think he'd have gotten them early into the NCR, likely as a dare or whatever, then found he liked them and never took them out

-I ALSO think he's the type of cheeky to have a Prince Albert. It's a hassle in the wasteland at times, but then, what isn't?

-shove a cock down his throat until he's sobbing with pleasure; he doesn't have a gag reflex and any choking that occurs is either by your hands, his own, or him struggling to breathe through tears of want

-likewise, he will choke someone lightly. It's mostly just his hand resting against a partner's throat and giving reassuring squeezes, but it makes him feel like he's protecting them in a way

-ride his thighs, PLEASE ride those thick ass thighs! He is not a small man by any means, and if you suck hickies into his throat and scratch at the tattoos on his broad back while rolling your hips against his thigh, hoooo boy, he will fucking ruin you

-is down for quickies when out and about in the wastes, but generally holds off unless he's angry, teased too long, or until you're back in a safe place (typically the Lucky 38, or if everyone else is gone for the time being, the Old Mormon Fort)

-is cheekiest when taking it up the ass, I don't make the rules. Can be a bit of a cocky tease, if not a downright soft brat

-ask him to keep the beret on and he'll cum in his pants in seconds.

-this dude fucks nasty AND sweet. Ends up with some curious but enjoyable experiences

-hates orgasm denial, but adores overstimulation every time

-he's patient but orgasm denial leaves him feeling more pissed off than eager

-but he'd like to be a shaking mess- or make his partner into one- or both! So make sure to use it

-will try to toy with partners under tables. He doesn't give a fuck, he will have a hand on your thigh and will stroke you then and there

#craig boone #craig boone x reader #fallout #hints of poly!boonecade bc i can't help myself #fallout new vegas #fnv #smut #hope you enjoy this ramble session haha #anon i adore you please keep sending whatever asks you please 😭

[nevaryadl]

bihanzo fluff

"So how much does Saibot weigh?"

Bi-Han, sweating profusely at the strain of Saibot's body across his shoulders as he did squats with them, his face red and breaths beating out of him in harsh chuffs, hoped that it would be obvious enough how much Saibot weighed. Which was 'enough to make this a workout that he had been building up to for several weeks, now please fuck off', but when Frost still stood there and just watched him, he ended up glaring at his brother's second.

"Frost," He grunted.

"Just saying, if they weigh that much I wanna do squats with them next. That's got to be great for your core and abs," Frost shrugged.

"Trying to impress Cassandra?" He grunted out as Saibot chuffed a noise near his shoulder.

"Pfft, always, but also Grandmaster Kuai Liang said that more muscle and fat makes it easier to do harder cryomancer techniques," Frost said, shrugging again.

"It is, but Saibot is not a great weight because--"

Saibot made a chattering noise, wriggled free and shadow teleported the second they touched ground, leaving Bi-Han standing there, sweating and exhausted, and Frost with a look of understanding on her face. It was almost funny, the pause as they both took in the quick getaway, but Bi-Han quickly recovered and realised that he needed to find where his shadow clone went in such a rush. It was never good when Saibot suddenly ran off.

"That... great, where are they?" He muttered.

He did stop to properly cool down and then immediately dress back up, bemoaning his new found shadow powers over his cryomancer abilities and boons, before searching the temple. Not in the common room, not in the training arena, not pestering Kuai Liang (reading and enjoying some tea), and not in the armoury. Where were they--

"... I have a feeling," He muttered, before hurrying to his room.

Saibot was there, and so was Hanzo, who was patiently nodding along as they made several different kinds of conversational noises at him. Bi-Han stood in the doorway and just pondered the scene for a moment, ignoring the disgusting warm fuzzy feelings that bloomed in his guts, to instead step into the room in a way that made noise. When Saibot turned and their shoulders hunched up towards where one would think were ears, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at them. After a moment of being stared down, they let out a long, hollow sighing sound and obediently came over to melt into his shadow.

"Bi-Han, how are you?" Hanzo asked, smiling softly as Bi-Han went over to sit on the ground with him.

"Just got done working out and chasing down a rather strange shadow," Bi-Han snorted, before scowling as he shed his winter coat as he caught a whiff of himself. "Ugh, I need a bath."

When he caught Hanzo pointedly staring at him, he snorted again.

"Care to join me?" He asked, finding himself grinning crookedly.

"Always, my treasure," Hanzo grinned back.

There was a sound like wet mud being churned and he felt Saibot push at his shoulder from behind, making him lean towards Hanzo.

"Saibot, I do not need your aid in seducing him," He replied dryly.

Saibot made a mischievous giggling sound as Hanzo laughed. He rolled his eyes, fondly, before giving Saibot an affectionate shove that had them giggling again, before taking Hanzo's hand and taking the still smiling pyromancer to his bathroom for a long, relaxing bath.

#mk #mortal kombat #bihanzo #Bi-Han #noob saibot #Hanzo Hasashi #almost tagged the archer *sweating* #Scorpion (Mortal Kombat) #long post/

[eldritch-spouse]

It would be so cool to be possessed by Livius at any time I want so then, every time I feel overwhelmed or just feel like I wanna skip the day, I could yell "LIVIUS TAKE THE WHEEEEEL!!! TAKE IT from my hands~~ Cause I can't do this on m-" and bam, he possesses my body and the rest of my day is not my problem………… Ok, maybe I'll regret it the next day (and probably later on life) but, eh, that's future me's problem ((sorry if this ask is duplicated, tumblr was being weird to me))

You better be taking something/have a boon of sorts to deal with prolonged possession. Especially one by a demonlord... Wouldn't want you to pop at the seams now, would we?

He's fairly good at passing as you in many things, but cunning eyes will still spot something amiss. Livius will ruin relationships he interprets as a threat, absolutely. You'll wake up with someone you know hating you, most likely.

You should also expect to wake up very sore, because he's going to fuck you stupid in your own body, as mentioned here. Your neighbors are a little scandalized by the noises you make.

Though this scenario is quite interesting, it only works in very specific circumstances- Wherein you might have made a deal with him to remain a certain amount of time on the surface before Livius yanks you down to be his Queen officially. Nevertheless, he's very ready to be welcomed into your body in whatever way you desire.

Sometimes, since you're willing, Livius lets you be awake through some parts of the process, especially when he feels you up in front of the mirror and gets dressed, talking out loud to you.

#Livius oc

[metize]

A Very Bad Idea (Vulpes/Fem!Courier)

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: PWP, Dom Vulpes, Possessive Vulpes, Oral Sex, Creampie, Hate Sex, Wild Card Courier CW: Name-calling, Legion Typical Misogyny 

Summary:

“Your lack of discipline is disheartening,” he tilted his head, squinting his eyes at you. “We will have to fix that once you fall to the Legion,” he pulled you up by the collar of your armor, his tight grip on the leather forcing you on your feet. You looked up at him and couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you. His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was.

The crackling of the fire made for good white noise in the comfortable silence you shared with Boone. You were making your way to Camp McCarren, help the NCR sort some inside problems and hopefully earn some caps while you're at it. You were helping the NCR a lot more than you were expecting to, you weren’t exactly their biggest fan but somehow you always ended up lending them a hand, something the former soldier accompanying you didn't mind at all.

"Same watch rounds as last time?" You offered. Boone didn't speak, only gave a nod of acknowledgement followed by him getting up and headed to his tent.

You always took first watch on the road. First because it was easier for you to stay up longer than to wake up mid-sleep. But then it started becoming about waiting for your companions to sleep so you could address the person looming in the shadows.

"It's just Boone, he takes half a second to fall asleep, you can come out…" You spoke in monotone, not even looking away from the fire.

"Caution and patience are essential virtues, Courier." Vulpes' voice was low as you heard him emerge from the Mojave shrubbery. His steps were firm as he made his way closer and stood right behind you.

"For a creepy Legion spy, maybe" you concede with a huff of amusement. He pulled your hair back making you cringe at the pain stinging your scalp, he wasn't amused. You were forced to look up at his eyes, his gaze always condescending and so, so infuriating. His blue eyes boring into your soul, to many people that was the last thing they saw before they died.

"And for those” he added “who do things they are not supposed to do" he leaned close to your ear whispering into it "such as fraternizing with the enemy."

His voice sent shivers down your spine and the situation made you blush. That would be… a correct assessment of your actions. To put it plainly, you had been fucking Vulpes. Not as in once or twice, but as in it had become a recurring part of your travels. His job was to follow you and gather intel, so he would never stray too far away and so what started with a heated banter turned makeout session became a somewhat nightly occurrence.

"Unless, you think your companion wouldn't mind?" He chuckled grimly before snarling at you and tugging harder at your hair. But he knew Boone, he knew his hatred for the Legion. A hatred you shared wholeheartedly. "Get on your knees."

You swallowed, heat rushing to your face but also pooling in your lower abdomen. This was wrong, all of it. But that was what made it feel so fucking good.

“Make me.” That didn’t mean you’d make things easy for him. Never. Not when his face looked that good as he smiled pedantically at your defiance.

And make you he did. He pulled at your hair again, forcing you to your knees on the dirt, your pants protected you enough from the rough terrain but since this was a common treatment the skin there had already bruised. You didn’t mind it, that was the mildest of pains you had to endure in your nightly escapades with the frumentarius. ‘Endure’ is a harsh word, you knew exactly what you were in for with Vulpes and fuck, did you enjoy it. More than you’d ever admit out loud.

“How amusing it is to watch you try to deny your true purpose,” he sighed with a breathy chuckle as you had given in, a bit too eager to feel the weight of his cock inside your mouth. You shifted his armor, pushing down his stupid Legion skirt to free his half-hard length and start stroking it. “You may have those friends of yours fooled, but I know you for what you truly are… A whore.” The word made you shiver. He grunted as he felt you lick the underside of his dick. “Keep your hands behind your back. Open up and look at me.”

You breathed heavily, you put your hands away as he asked, the arousal between your legs burning stronger with each word that came out of his mouth. As you looked up at him you couldn’t help but quip back at him.

“You’re trying to fuck my mouth already? Whatever happened to the virtue of patience?” you said with a smirk.

“This isn’t about patience,” he growled and leaned down to grab your face with his hand, “it’s about knowing your place. Now open. up.”

You sighed, feigning annoyance to hide your eagerness. You kept your eyes on him as you opened your mouth, your jaw hurt a bit from his firm grip on it. You expected him to let go of your face and push his dick inside, instead he leaned forward and spit into your open mouth. The surprise in your eyes made him grin devilishly, your instinct to spit it out was interrupted as he presse your cheeks together to make you close your mouth.

“Swallow,” he smirked and watched your throat as you swallowed. “Good girl… you can be good, I know it. If you only accept your place.” He let go of your face and now did as you predicted, pushing the tip of his cock to part your lips once again. You accepted him into your mouth, your body was basically trained at this point to take him. Having him spit into your mouth had really gotten you into a deep wanton state, your pussy was pulsating with need. “We both know you can take me deeper than that, Six,” he murmured, pushing himself deeper as he thrust into your mouth. You allowed yourself to relax your throat letting his dick further inside, his breaths were heavy, soft grunts escaping his lips as you swallowed him down. “That’s it…”

You took the chance to slip your hand inside your pants, reaching to rub your cunt in search of some relief. You knew Vulpes wouldn’t like that, but you didn’t care you were aching already and it was his fault anyway. Besides, pushing his buttons and having him treat you like shit was exactly what you were looking for.

He noticed your deviation, pulling his cock out entirely.

“Your lack of discipline is disheartening,” he tilted his head, squinting his eyes at you. “We will have to fix that once you fall to the Legion,” he pulled you up by the collar of your armor, his tight grip on the leather forcing you on your feet. He was taller than you, but not overly so, you’d look up at him and couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “In your dreams maybe,” you retorted. He smirked at your impudence, then pulled you in to kiss you.

His mouth was ferocious, his kisses were never kind or chaste, he kissed you like he was conquering territory. Maybe he truly believed he was. The warmth of his mouth and his hands forcibly grabbing your waist made you press your thighs together to provide a bit of friction where you needed most.

“Get your pants off and get on your bedroll. I want to fuck you right next to the NCR dog’s tent,” he pushed you away with perhaps more strength than he intended to, or maybe the roughness was on purpose. Your eyes widened, you glanced at your tent a few meters away, right next to Boone’s.

“That’s…” Really hot. “A very bad idea,” you retorted. That was an understatement as to how insane Vulpes’ suggestion was. But more insane than that, was how excited the proposition made you.

“Any worse of an idea than having sex with your sworn enemy?” he teased, tilting his head up in an arrogant manner looking at you as if he was daring you. And you were never one to back away from a challenge.

You bit your lip and lead the way into your tent, making short work of your armor, opting to take everything off before laying on your bedroll. Half in an act of defiance, half in a desire to show yourself to him. The vulnerability of being completely naked under the Legion assassin was a danger rush that never failed to arouse you immensely. In a second Vulpes’ hands were all over you, his mouth on yours again claiming you for himself, the leather of his half-gloves felt rough on your bare skin. Those hands that tortured and killed, those gloves were probably stained with the blood of previous victims, maybe one day it will be stained with yours.

It should scare you. And in a way, it did, but the fear only fueled your arousal.

He took off one glove to rub your pussy, when his fingers finally plunged into you making you whimper, he let out a chuckle.

“Soaking wet for me. What would your companion next door think of this?” he whispered into your ear.

Shit, Boone. That’s right. You covered your mouth, stifling your voice. You shook your head at him in response, trying to deny it. Deny how much your body craved his rough handling and violent sadistic treatment.

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you, that he could see you displayed like this,” he groaned, possessiveness coating his words “but he can’t,” he laughed to himself “You’re a whore, but you belong to me.”

You clenched around his fingers, his movements weren’t fast but tactical, rubbing your clit with the base of his hand while his fingers dug deep inside of you. You let go of your mouth and propped your arm over your eyes, breathing heavily as he continued touching you. “I… ah… I hate you… so much…” you whispered.

He grinned at your words pulling away his finger and grabbing your arm to firmly pin it above your head. He pressed his cock against your folds, teasing your entrance with his tip just to watch you squirm for a bit before plunging inside.

“Once the Legion takes over…” he breathed out when he was fully sheathed, his voice low, “I will make an example out of you,” he whispered into your ear “I will fuck you in front of your profligate friends, the slave collar tight around your pretty little neck, your dream of.. ah… an independent Vegas ruined…” he laughed maliciously as he thrust into your body.

“You’re… a sick bastard” you moaned as quietly as you could, his cock reaching deep inside you, making you meet his thrusts with your own hips involuntarily. He rubbed you where your bodies met, making you see stars and bringing you closer to the edge. You hated this man so much, you wanted him dead, you wanted his entire faction obliterated from this side of the wasteland.

“Then why are you so willing- ngh…” he grunted, feeling your tightening around him “so pliable, and so…” he thrust faster, his cock pulsing inside of you, you were both so close to coming. “and so… fucking… perfect for me? Ah…”

“F-fuck-!” You gasped covering your mouth at the last second as you felt the orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as Vulpes spilled his cum inside of you. You felt him grunt right next to your ear, the sound making you bite your lip.

He stayed still for a while, both of you catching your breaths. There was no guilt inside you, or regret, maybe the slight annoyance of having to take contraceptives the next day because the man refused to ever pull out. Were your values that weak? That you’d be willing to let a guy like Vulpes take you over and over? Why were you so willing, indeed.

“I don’t fucking know why…” you murmured against the skin of his neck. You could feel his infuriating smirk without even having to look at his face.

#vulpes inculta #vulpes x courier #fnv #fallout new vegas #fallout fanfic #fallout fanfiction #fnv fanfic #vulpes inculta x courier #vulpes fallout

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: Just some very short, very self indulgent, very fluffy drabbles of them taking care of you while you’re sick because I am dying (: (: (:

Human!Chucky Lee Ray: The bastard climbs through your window (Even though you have told him a million times that he is WELCOME to USE the FRONT DOOR.) not looking for much more than a hook up… and finds you curled up in bed; ‘Dying’, as you tell him.

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: You’ve been totally overworking yourself at the pub recently and today you wake up sick as a dog- and well, there’s no damn way that your partners are going to let you leave the house until you’re 100% better. *This is set in the world of This Oneshot, where they’re in love with you but you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing… but also subconsciously like them a lot too.

Wheezy Weasel: Turns out your boyfriend, who is not the picture of health himself, is actually quite good at taking care of people when they’re sick. You now know how the rest of the Toon Patrol have survived to adulthood. (Sidenote: Especially Smartass. That man does not stop to rest.)

Warnings: Boone and Buckman lightly kidnap you but only out of love, and Wheezy undresses you but its really not sexual at all. Its all fluff ^^

Tag list: @marinerainbow , @miss-understood and @astridflo

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

“Easy does it, easy does it… agh!- “

The sound of Chucky toppling through your bedroom window rouses you from your heavy dozing session, and when all the pain comes back to your head and your nose starts dripping once again you let out your own groan; Throwing the blankets over your head to hide from the world. “Chuckyyyy!”

“Fuck, I always forget how high up this damn window is. You should put a step stool here for me, one of these days I’m gonna break my face.” He grumbles, making a cacophony of creaky and flappy sounds as he gets up and brushes himself off. 

“Get outtt,” You groan again, squeezing your eyes shut. His loud voice is grating on your very sensitive earbuds right now. Feeling the bed dip beside your hips, you assume Chucky has sat down and when a hand lands on your waist, you sigh. “… I’m sick, Chucky… “It would be nice if he would comfort you, but you kinda doubt it.

“Ohh… Yeah, that explains the clinical atmosphere in here. You at deaths fucken door, or something?”

Sniffling, you roll over under his hand to face him and nod under the covers. “Yes.”

“You are not, shut up.” Despite his annoyingly harsh words, Chucky slides down to lay on the mattress next to you, above the covers though. “Well, guess I’m not getting any… go back to sleep, then. Just stay under those blankets, I don’t need to be catching whatever disease you caught.”

Peaking just your eyes out from under the blanket and your noise is as nasally as it gets- it makes him snigger but you ignore it. “You’re staying?”

He smirks, yanking the blankets back up over the rest of your head. “It’d be kinda of rude of me, to turn up here to fuck you but just leave cuz I can’t… wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“… Thank you.” You know Chucky’s not great with his emotions, he’s always either too hot or too cold but this is an uncharacteristically soft moment for him- you’re going to enjoy it while it lasts.

It jostles you when he moves to get comfortable, stealing a pillow that was half under your head and folding it under his own, sleep entering him voice as he settles down. “Mhm.” Okay. Comforted by the fact he’s going to stay, you let your heavy eyelids fall shut again and snuggle closer to his warm body. “… mm, sleep tight… “

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone:

At first when you wake up and force your body up into a sitting position, you have no clue where you are. You’re squinting around at the unfamiliar bedroom you’re in all alone, feeling a confused sense of dread flood your blood stream- the kind where you don’t move a muscle, just your eyes as you gaze about the room and try to figure out the puzzle.

… Until you’re suddenly thrown into the worst coughing fit of your life- just really terrible. It make syour eyes water and mucus build up in your throat. When it’s over, thankfully, you give a big, terrible sniffle and groan long and hard into your hands. Whatttttttttttttt? No… I can’t be sick… Noooooo… You have a business to be running! Where the fuck are you and where did this virus come from? None of this will at all do-

“You’re awake, then! ~ “The door immediately across from you opens up then, and you’re not even surprised at who comes in- exasperated, yes. Nauseous at the sight of syrup drenched pancakes in her hands, yes.

But not surprised.

“Boone… “You start, and find that you’re voice is as course as it gets, and promptly lose your mouth because- ow.

“I think you should go back to sleep for a while, but I got you some breakfast here to pick at first! You need your strength, sweetheart~ “

I’m not your sweetheart, you think, giving her a deadpanned glare as she comes forward with the stack of sugar dressed up as Breakfast. Usually pancakes would make you happy, but right now with how you’re feeling and your sore throat? Hell no. Just smelling them make you feel like being sick. “… that’s okay.” You force out, despite the pain. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to wor- “

“Your throat must be killing you,” Boone laments, ignoring you entirely as she sinks down on the bed beside you. “Georges coming with some lemon and honey tea, that’ll fix it right up!”

… that actually does sound pretty helpful. “Thank you, but- “

“Don’t talk honey, we’ve got you.” Boone cuts you off again. Yes, that would be the problem, you sigh in resignation, but go totally stiff when the woman reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear; A deeply concerned look on her face. “Where is that old bastard with the tea?” She seems to mutter to herself, then, and you’re rolling your eyes when he appears.

The mayor takes a seat on the opposite of your legs that Boone is on and wraps your hands around the mug in your lap, wrapped in a tea towel so it doesn’t hurt to hold. “Goodmorning darlin!~ Gotcha some tea, here- careful, its hot.”

Yep- not your darling. But thanks, I didn’t realise that tea was hot. Nodding gratefully nonetheless of your sarcastic inner thoughts, you cup the mug carefully in your lap and your body actually relaxes to the smell- embarrassingly enough. You can feel the stuffiness in your head clearing as the steam wafts up to your face.

Boone’s feeling your forehead, which must feel like a kettle, and frowning. “Make sure you force some food down, too, an empty stomach’ll just make it all worse.”

Taking a glance at the pancake sin her lap, you press your lips together in a straight line quickly and look away. “… How did I get here? Y’all didn’t kidnap me, did you?”

It was a joke, apparently a poor one though because Buckman almost looks guilty when he goes to answer. “Well… not per say… I don’t think… “

What!? “Not per say??”

“Well, you fainted at the pub and we- well, we made an executive decision to just… take you home after that.” Honestly, it’s a mystery to you sometimes that he is the smooth talker in this damn town. You open your mouth to say something about his lack of tact, when the full meaning of his words set in.

“- I fainted??!”

“You’ve been workin’ real hard lately, sweetheart,” Boone explains, producing a damp cloth from a bowl on the side table and pressing it gently to your head. At the same time, her husband pats your hand, and- And it feels good, damnit! You wish you would have the strength right then to fly out of there like a bat from hell, but you just… don’t. Too tired, too sick… too weak. “It was likely to catch up to ya eventually- you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard... ”

“I’m fine- “  

“Oh, so you don’t mind collapsin’ on the floor in front of the whole darn town every now and then?” Buckman cuts in, raising his brows at you- to which you roll your eyes at and turn away from him. Well, no, you don’t enjoy that. “In that case, maybe we should just install some mats- “Turning to Boone, he continues the lark and if looks could kill then your mayor would be dead and buried by now. “What do you think, dear, bear skin or cotton?”

“I’d say both, considering the big ol’ egg forming on their forehead here.” Oh, so it will be twin graves.

“So right.”

“… “Cheeks warm from more than just your fever, you glare at them both hard for a good moment, before being angry at all becomes too exhausting a thought and you just give a deeply frustrated sigh; Lifting the mug to your face and avoiding eye contact with either of them.

Hopefully you get better real quick.

Wheezy Weasel:

As soon as you admitted that you were sick, Wheezy had you up on your feet and was marching you off to the bathroom. “C’mon… “He mumbles in that lazy drawl of his, closing the door behind you both. You stand there with your arms crossed, just struggling to stand as you watch him reach into the shower and turn the taps on. He feels until the water is a good, hot temperature and steam billows out of the cubical before stepping back and gesturing with his thumb to the stream. “Test that,”

While you reach in delicately and check it yourself, nodding when you get used to it quickly, Wheezy kneels down and starts unlacing your shoes. You drop your arm back down to your side, the limb too heavy to hold up for long, and give your boyfriend a little peculiar smile. “Wheezy… “

“Just relax Y/N, I aint gonna try anything.”

“I believe you… “You’ve been together for nearly half your lives now, seeing eachother naked is not a big deal. I mean, you like it of course, but it doesn’t have to be about- its not always- there’s not always a sexual undertone. You feel comfortable with him, is what you mean.

“Okay, step outta those.”

As you follow his instructions, slipping your feet easily out of the sneakers that he loosened up for you, he gets up again and unbuttons your shirt. “I can take care of myself, you know?”

He gives a huff and rolls his eyes. “As a matter a fact, no, I don’t know that. You tried to go t’ work today. So that means, I’m in charge now.” You can’t help the little, tired grin on your face as you let him help you out of your shirt, even holding your arms up for him when he guides them up into the air so that he can lift your undershirt carefully over your head. “So deal with it.”

“Yes sir.” You tease, getting a rough chuckle from the smoker as he moves onto your pants. Getting more and more tired the more you stand, you take advantage of his presence in front of you and wrap your arms over his shoulders to help hold you up; Letting your head fall forward and your eyelids fall shut while he focuses on unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping your bottoms.

Once he shoves your pants and underwear down, you step out of them and he chucks your discarded outfit onto the bench before guiding you towards the shower. “Alright, lock the door when I leave. Don’t need Greasy or Psycho waltzing in here while yer relaxin’.”

“Hmm,” You hum, eyes still closed. When he gives you a kiss on the forehead, though, you open them up slowly and look up at him only slightly adoringly… okay super adoringly, because he’s perfect and oddly kind and you know you’re so lucky to have him. “Okie.”

With his hand still cupping half your face, Wheezy gives you a half stern look. “Stay in there until you feel your sinuses loosen up, okay?”

“Yep~ “

“I’ll bring ya pyjama’s in a couple minutes and leave ‘em on the floor outside. Then go straight t’ bed, and I’ll bring ya some soup.”

“Yes sir… “

“Hm,” He huffs again, a lazy smirk spreading across his face for a moment before he gives you another forehead kiss, pats your back, and leave you to it.

#Drabbles #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Granny Boone x Reader #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #MultiVillains x Reader Drabbles #MultiVillains x Reader

[lindira]

Questions for Your Tav - Envy

Part 3! Questions taken from this list of Questions for Your Tav!

What would your Tav consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

Envy considers his inability to read his greatest flaw. It's infinitely frustrating for him and makes him feel stupid. He's not stupid, though. He's really intelligent. And on some level, he knows that's true. But it's something he's embarrassed by and doesn't like about himself.

Envy's actual greatest flaw is probably his tendency to mouth off to people, especially people in authority. Envy doesn't like being told what to do, and if he feels something an authority figure is telling him is in the least bit unfair or wrong, he will start insulting them. He doesn't really know when he should pick his battles, so if he doesn't like your attitude or thinks you're being an ass, he will (loudly) let you know. He has lost many jobs and a few friends because he told someone off and they didn't like that.

What opinion does your Tav have about the Gods?

Envy thinks that the gods are all, on some level, assholes. A lot of it stems from his mistrust and dislike of authority. But also, he thinks it's shitty that the gods choose favorites and grant boons or even resurrection to some people but not to others. He's angry that his parents were killed and no one offered to bring them back for him. He's thankful that clerics closed his wounds when his throat is slit and he loses his voice, but angry that actually regenerating his vocal cords so he can sing again would take what, for him at the time, would be an enormous amount of gold or diamond dust. He feels like proper care and healing from the gods is given only to the rich or to the risk-takers. Most normal folk aren't either one of those things.

How does your Tav feel about the wilderness?

Envy doesn't mind the wilderness, but he doesn't love it either. He likes the fresh air and he likes animals, and he thinks the flowers and leaves are pretty. He doesn't mind getting dirty, and likes camping under the stars. But he gets bored of the wilderness easily. He likes noise and people and a little bit of chaos.

How does your Tav feel about the city?

He loves the city. Being born and raised in Baldur's Gate, he likes the bustle and hint of danger of being on the streets. He loves drinking and people-watching at taverns, listening to music and gossip, pickpocketing from tourists and rich patriars with more money than sense.

What motivates your Tav to either embrace or resist the tadpole?

Envy is hesitant to use the tadpole's powers at first, but starts dabbling in them because he likes the powers it gives him. He has some very specific goals: free Astarion from Cazador for good, gain enough money to repair his vocal cords, and stop the Absolute from fucking destroying everything. He thinks he could probably do those things without the tadpole powers, but why not get a little boost? Their enemies will use whatever they can to gain an advantage. Why shouldn't they?

How does your Tav feel about killing?

Though Envy would prefer not killing, he thinks of it as self-defense for the most part. Some people mean to hurt him and the people he cares about, so he'd better hurt them back. Or, preemptively, he should hurt them first. He also thinks some people deserve to be killed, even if they haven't hurt him directly. People who prey on the weak - especially on children - deserve to die. The world would be better off without them.

But if given a choice, Envy would rather humiliate a person than kill them. The comeuppance is far more satisfying.

How good of a liar is your Tav? How do they feel about lying?

Envy is a very good liar. Despite his horns and pointed tail, he has a very trustworthy face, and lies convincingly. (He convinces the orthon to kill all their allies and themself.) Envy very few qualms about lying, but actually really values honesty. He's genuine to people he cares about, and greatly appreciates it when they're honest to him too.

What is your Tav’s greatest fear?

Being alone and being forgotten.

What is your Tav’s greatest desire?

To have a family again. Envy might say that his greatest desire is fame and fortune, but if he did some self-reflection, he'd realize all he really wants is to have someone who loves him unconditionally.

What is your Tav’s greatest regret?

I'm not sure if it's a regret, exactly, but Envy wishes he could have done something to save Astarion from Cazador (before the events of the game). He was training with that goal in mind, but he recognized that he wasn't going to gain enough skill to kill Cazador on his own, and didn't know how to go about gathering a party to help him do it. I think Envy views this as a shortcoming rather than a regret. He's determined to do it, but is mad at himself for not having been able to do it yet.

#*throws another infodump into the void* #envy o'vall #tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #sorta #lindira writes

[fairyblue-alchemist]

hi hi hello my friend!!

could you perhaps! tell me a bit about hades?? all i know is that zagreus is prince of the underworld and gender as fuck and that thanatos is his boyfriend 👍 (this is not inspired by that in the tags post at all why do you ask)

i am putting this under a read more this is going to be LONG.

*visibly shaking* OK. SO. basic premsie of the game is that zagreus is looking for his birth mother by escaping from the underworld and his father who is willing to do anything to get him back. i figure that you already knew that SO. LET'S TALK ABOUT HIM AS A CHARACTER. he is a lot of things. talkative. sarcastic. perhaps slightly naive (but that's a personal beef i have about the matters of family in general). very extremely gay. you can romance both thanatos and megaera at the same time and have a polycule. or only one of them! or neither! i did neither because i projected so hard onto zagreus that it cracked the aro egg (me). anyways! he's also incredibly kind and polite to other people (assuming they're kind to him in turn. not hades because he SUCKS), he always tries to help those in need and he is SO stubborn about wanting to help them and this is how we get side plots in the game. he's just a really good dude overall, and my favorite thing about him is that he never yells. ever. my friend looked through all his voice lines (and there are SO many because once again he talks a LOT) and there is no yelling that isn't just generalized fighting noises. zagreus is! a great guy overall! he's doing his best! don't be afraid to kill him a little though he's fine with it.

oh shit this is hades in general. ahem! you get boons from various gods of the greek pantheon, though not all of them and they are very conveniently color coded to tell them apart as you try to leave the underworld. as per usual with the greek gods, things become a very messy family affair. is it spoilers to tell you that hades himself is the final boss? yeah you get to kick your dad in the face. might get kicked in the face a couple times first but it's very satisfying to down him. the game is really very versatile too, you get a ton of different buffs and perks to play around with in the form of boons from gods and you can unlock several different types of weapons so you can find one that suits you best! i favor the bow and all my friends who play hades calls me insane for it. if you ever get to try out the bow in the game, you get to decide whether i'm insane for it or not too.

and most importantly! dying is actually a very big thing in the game, through dying and learning and gaining new upgrades to make yourself stronger, you will get better. don't be afraid to die! but there's an option in the game called 'god mode' that will make things a little easier if you're having a really rough time. there's no drawback to using it and you can turn it on and off as you please. also there are certain upgrades (very vital ones too) that can only be gained through the central hub of the game that you go to when you die and aren't actively running through the underworld trying to escape. there's plenty to do there too, characters to talk to will move the story along. ALSO. YOU CAN PET CERBERUS. YOU CAN PET THE DOG. have fun, enjoy the game, everything about is so well done like the music and art is PHENOMENAL, and good luck!! if you ever want gameplay tips you can always ask!!

#asks #lekha my beloved <3 /p #i love getting people into hades and giving out tips ^^ #i have like. almost a thousand hours in the game. hopefully i know a thing or two that will help #i wish you all the best regardless ♡♡

[htylmg]

i think Something happened to me yesterday but i need y’all’s opinion

i work at a tutoring service and usually i’m one of the last tutors to arrive for the morning shift, but we still have to arrive like 30ish minutes before the kids for… reasons. so imagine my surprise when i arrive and the door is fully unlocked, lights are off, and nobody’s inside, in the lounge room or anywhere. i ask the guy who owns the neighboring store if he saw anybody walk in and he says “maybe” in the thickest lithuanian accent you’ve ever heard. (or maybe he just didn’t want to put up with me. hm.)

i walk back into my work and the lights turn on. we don’t have motion activated sensors so immediately i get a feeling that Something is off but i cannot be bothered as i’m hungover as shit. i look at my phone clock- t-minus 20 minutes until the little shits arrive.

i check the sign-in sheet, as our Godly Manager- nowhere to be seen- uses that paper and that paper only to check off our attendance. of course, my chicken scratch is the only handwriting on today’s list. on a whim, i leaf back through the other days and in doing so, realize i’m the only one who ever signs in with a colored pen. everyone else only uses black. “well, guess i didn’t get the email” is all i think, and leave it alone.

it’s t-minus 15 minutes now, so i put in headphones to feel a little alive while opening up. while i’m wiping down a counter for no reason- perhaps because our Godly Manager thinks lysol wipes are a waste of money- i whip my hair a little too hard to “fuck me pumps” and my airpod goes flying out under a table. i’m still only mildly pissed atp, so i casually reach under the table to get it back and i feel the most sickening cold i’ve ever felt jam its way into me. (when i say “sickening”, i mean it physically made me feel sick, it was that cold.)

i pick the airpod back up, the one still jammed in my ear still blaring music, and look around for the source of the cold, bc i know it’s not our janky-ass air conditioner that only works in winter. and it couldn’t have been the weather- it’s a texas summer, the only wind we get are tornadoes.

after investigating for a little bit, i see no source, so i go back to cleaning, but sans airpods. (sorry, amy winehouse.) after what’s a solid ten or so minutes of cleaning- and watching the sky change and get progressively vibrant- i check my phone again, and do the biggest double-take i’ve ever done (except in a show i did where the lead kissed both his female co-stars then came out as gay, all backstage during final dress.) it’s t-minus 10 minutes.

“there’s no way it’s only been five minutes,” i murmur to myself, and this is the point where i start to Lose My Shit. my breaking point, if you will.

i grab a mic stand- unsure why we even have that, we don’t have a microphone- and hunker down at a table directly in front of the clear glass, staring at shoppers making their way in and out the stores around me while also trying not to make eye contact with the person in the window gripping a mic stand, looking ready to beat someone’s ass. i’m a motherfucking indian miss havisham, i think, half-crazed. (i say half because i hadn’t had coffee yet.)

i zone out, still gripping señor mic stand- we’ve bonded in the ?? minutes we’ve been here- and so i have no recollection of the lithuanian store owner (!!!) coming out of his store and face to face with me in the window. i have no recollection of anything except when i came to and saw a bearded man in his 50s making severe eye contact with me and rapping his knuckles on the window. the noise i make is just a bit quieter than a sonic boom, but my soul is remotely intact. (maybe.)

once i get over the initial… gah… he orders us coffee from the starbucks across the street- plain black coffees for both of us- and we drink our overpriced boon in silence while leaning against the window. he doesn’t talk once, which i appreciate because i am still very much hungover. i check my phone. t-minus 7 minutes.

i sigh very loudly. the lithuanian man looks at me awkwardly. i don’t feel like explaining the looney tunes/ghostbusters situation i think i’m in in, so i just say, “feels like i’ve been here forever.”

“mm.”

eloquent. now i’m purposely trying to make conversation just to prove something. “my phone keeps saying it’s only been less than 30 minutes, but i know it’s not true.”

“mm.”

now i’m not scared anymore, just mildly pissed for no reason. i recycle the cup- save the environment- and but him adieu. he has no reaction. his work here is done. i think he may be an entity.

i go back inside to the wretched place and arm myself with the mic stand once again. i check my phone one last time and blink very slowly. t-minus -2 minutes. those little shits were supposed to be here two minutes ago. i look outside. lithuanian man is gone. i grip the mic stand and slowly, slowly make my way to the front door, which has no windows. i wish i could say my internal monologue at this time is something inspiring and bold and shakespearean, but instead i’m whimpering what the fuck, what the fuck, over and over again. yknow- shakespearean.

like i’m ripping a band-aid off, i throw the door open. three 11-year-olds stand there, looking very pissed.

“we’ve been knocking for like five minutes,” one says.

“my mom was waiting for someone to answer before she leaves. you’re in soooo much trouble, miss [redacted],” another informs me.

“what are you carrying?” asks the final.

i sweep them inside forcibly with one hand and prop the door open with a doorstop. the darkness will not engulf me once more.

“that’s not safe,” the middle informs me yet again.

“i’m the boss,” i mutter, and turn around and give her a withering stare. she shrinks i little and i feel immensely guilty. power is not fun.

“now let’s. let’s review fractions… yeah?”

the rest of the day goes as normal. my phone clock works just fine. i’m the only one to clock in all day, and it’s only when i arrive home that i check my texts and see that everyone had been planning a week in advance to take a sick day on the same day and prank our Godly Manager, who somehow caught wind of this and didn’t arrive either. i don’t know if they assumed i knew as well or just didn’t bother to tell me. frankly, i don’t want to know.

i think i’m going to relisten to the magnus archives.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma ig 🙄 #<- my tma tag lol #tma memes #poll #polls #story #does that tag count if it’s true? #🐋.txt

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Abduction

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.3k

Summary: You and Boone spend a day out 

A/N: This takes place before Wanda’s retirement. Didn't sleep more than a couple of hours last night, so definitely not proofread. Enjoy

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, death, injury and dealing with trauma

“Alright, buddy, want to go home?”

When Boone barks at you in agreement you just smile before leading him back to your car. You and Boone had spent most of the day together. Granted, you usually did this on your days off, but today you were away from the compound.

Wanda was working with your entire team of friends on some big thing that you hadn’t asked too much about. All you needed to know was that they would be unavailable for most of the day and night, and you were being assigned a temporary bodyguard for the occasion. This allowed you to not be stuck in the compound all day with nothing to do, and despite not liking it you decided to accept it.

You knew better than to argue, and given that he’d stayed out of your way you were fine with it. After introducing him to Boone to make sure he wouldn’t attack him if he spotted the blonde later, you mostly ignored him. You took Boone all around town to get some shopping done, and after spending way too much time in a bookstore, you took him to dinner. He loved going to his favorite restaurant that had ample outdoor space for you and him to meet other dogs. Tonight, he’d met a golden retriever, goldendoodle, and Boston terrier. Watching him play with his fellow dogs made you realize that you should probably get him a friend.

You were just leaving dinner full and exhausted from a long day when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You slow down slightly so you can grab it without falling down the stairs. You’d parked at the very bottom of the parking deck and had to climb up almost 6 flights to reach street level. When you see that it’s a text message from Wanda checking in, you smile before stopping completely on the next landing to respond. You start typing, but don’t make it very far when you hear the door behind you open.

You try to step aside, figuring you’re in someone’s way, but you’re quickly shoved toward the stairs and Boone’s leash is ripped from your grasp.

“Fuck-!”

You think you’re about to fall down the stairs, but someone grabs you and starts to drag you backwards. You struggle and try to turn around to see who’s attacking you, but you spot Boone first. You hear him barking and then he’s letting out horrible choking noises that has you trying to reach for him.

“Boone! Stop, let him go!”

As you’re being dragged down the stairs, two men are trying to drag Boone through the door they’d burst through. One’s holding a snare pole and he’s using to yank your dog by his neck while the other is holding his leash and trying to assist. Boone’s fighting like hell and attempts to bite the one closest, but once he realizes that’s getting him closer to the door he stops and simply tries to pull away. He’s screaming now, but it sounds strangled and you are halfway down the flight of stairs before you remember you have a knife on you.

“Let him go you fuckers!”

You elbow the person behind you before reaching for your knife and pulling it free. You slam him into the railing before stabbing him in the side, and he lets you go just long enough for you to shove him down the stairs. You don’t bother to check on him because you see Boone disappear through the door as soon as you reach the top step.

You curse loudly before yanking it open and running out to find your dog. Luckily, they hadn’t taken him far, but you register the sight of an empty van running nearby before you run at the one holding Boone’s leash. He’s practically lifting Boone and pushing him toward the waiting van, so he’s caught off guard when you jump on him and stab him in the neck. You ignore the stream of blood that covers you as you hurry to free your dog.

“Boone!”

Your dog starts tugging again, but the man whose companion you just killed gets spooked and drops the pole. Once free, Boone growls and bites down on his leg, but doesn’t manage much else before you reach for him. You always make sure that your dog has his harness pouch stocked before you leave the compound. There’s a loaded gun in there and you manage to take it out with shaky hands before you point it at the man with a scowl.

“Why the hell are you trying to steal my dog?”

When he only manages to keep screaming in pain you shoot him in the chest before turning your attention to Boone.

“Hey, it’s okay, b-breathe buddy.”

You don’t realize you’re crying as you try to calm Boone down. He’s panting hard and trying to stand but you just hold him close to you. You take the snare that’s still around his neck off and throw it aside before attempting to get a good look at him. As expected, he’s still struggling to breathe, and he’s wheezing and hacking by the time a door opens nearby. You jump in surprise and reach for the gun again, but you realize it’s your bodyguard and you relax.

“Holy shit.”

Nick had been trailing behind you all day and he found it difficult to pay attention. You weren’t doing anything particularly interesting, but you stayed out all day with your dog who put him on edge. Despite his fear of getting in trouble, he kept a couple of blocks between you and him, and he’d only just been entering the parking deck when he heard barking. He ran inside and to the stairs only to catch the end of a struggle. Someone fell down the stairs and as he rounded the landing, he hoped to God it wasn’t you. He would certainly die if he’d let anything happen to you.

Once he verified that the man lying on the ground was dead, he heard a gunshot and he saw his life flash before his eyes. He ran up the stairs and threw the door open only to stumble onto a horrifying sight.

You’re sitting on the ground holding your dog practically in your lap as he pants heavily. You’re surrounded by pools of blood and two dead men that you’re ignoring completely. It’s not until he realizes that you’re pointing a gun at him that he throws his hands up.

“Woah, it’s just me! Are you hurt?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer him as you watch your dog breathe raggedly. You continue to cling to him, refusing to let him go as Nick pulls out his phone to call Bucky. He’d been clearly instructed to call him with any issues, and he definitely needs help figuring out how to deal with this one. He’s already thinking about clean up when Bucky answers the phone.

Bucky’s had a long, stressful day and he’s annoyed to have his brief break interrupted by his phone ringing. He’d just laid down a few minutes ago and Wanda said he could take the hour before they all had to get back to work, but once he sees who’s calling him, he realizes his break is over. He quickly answers the phone and listens to the near-frantic blonde tell him about what happened. Rather, he doesn’t know what happened, but three people are dead, and you’re near catatonic and refusing to leave your dog.

Bucky curses under his breath before he jumps out of bed and grabs his clothes and gun.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

Wanda’s drinking another cup of coffee when she gets a call from Steve a few minutes after he’d heard from Bucky. She’s struggling to stay awake, but she still has to finish up today before she can even think about going to sleep. She’s drained and the only thing she really wants to do is go lie down. She wants to sleep beside you and forget about this stressful day, but she has hours until she can even consider that.

She sighs in defeat when her phone rings, and she only humors the idea of not answering for two rings before she sits up and grabs it from her desk. She sees it’s Steve and frowns in confusion before answering.

“Steve, what’s up?”

You’re still clinging to Boone when your backup arrives. He’s doing better at this point and the adrenaline from the entire thing has worn off for both of you, and you’re about to fall asleep. You’re covered in blood that’s luckily not your own, but you try to keep Boone out of it as much as possible. He’s practically lying on top of you as you consider why someone wanted to take your dog and you feel your heart race at how close they’d come. You don’t hear the cars that come squealing to a halt on either side of the van, and you don’t see Nick hurry to greet the drivers. Boone notices but you’re holding him too tightly and he’s too drained to fight against you.

“Y/n.”

You turn at the sound of a familiar voice, and you’re surprised to see Wanda here. She was supposed to be busy all night, but here she is kneeling beside you looking between you and Boone worriedly. You feel guilty for interrupting her work and you want to apologize but you can’t find the words before your wife’s reaching out for you.

You can’t stop yourself from flinching and you hold Boone tighter despite knowing that Wanda would never hurt either of you. You’re just still too wired to relax, and Wanda realizes this quickly as she pulls away before looking over her shoulder at Bucky. He’s talking to Nick and they’re both directing the team he’d brought to get rid of the surprising number of dead men. She saves her many questions about this for later as she focuses on the important things for now.

“Can you and Boone come with me back to the compound? You’ll be safe there, detka I promise.”

You think about this and you take a second to look around you. Realizing that you’re still in the parking deck, you decide it’s probably a good idea to go with Wanda. You nod slowly and try to navigate getting up without letting go of Boone who’s still leaning on you. Wanda just lets you figure it out but once you’re up she’s quick to support you, especially once she sees you sway dangerously. You curse under your breath and then cringe slightly as you try to get Boone to avoid stepping in the puddles of blood.

“Come on, Boone. Go on, get in.”

Wanda’s already set a blanket down in the backseat and you decide to sit with him because you’re filthy and you don’t want to get Wanda’s car dirty. She makes sure you’re all set before closing the door behind you and getting in the driver’s seat. She shoots Bucky a look and he just nods silently promising to handle everything including finding your car.

“Can you tell me what happened, detka?”

The entire car ride home had been silent as you and Boone just sat in the back seat and tried to relax. You’d convinced yourself that he was okay, or rather he wasn’t in any immediate danger. You’d stared at him and listened to him breathe long enough to decide that he was just exhausted and a little sore, you were too honestly.

By the time you arrived back to the compound you realized how sticky your clothes were and how gross you smelled. The combination of blood, sweat and gun powder was making you nauseous and you wanted to shower, but you still didn’t want to let Boone out of your sight.

You will worry about that after you talk to your wife. Wanda left her work to come pick you up, and you’d barely said a word to her. You owe her more than that, and you turn to address her question. You’re standing in the middle of the living room while Wanda sits on the couch in front of you and Boone. You want to sit, you’re so tired, but you’re also dirty and you don’t want to get blood on anything. You sigh and start to head to the bedroom so you can change, and you wave Boone along to come with you. Not that you needed to, he followed you on his own.

“Can I tell you while changing? I feel disgusting.”

Wanda just nods as she follows Boone into the bedroom, watching as you carefully start to shed your clothes and throw them into the laundry. You look through drawers for clean clothes before you head to the bathroom with another sigh. You turn to see Wanda watching you and you wave her in before pointing to the corner of the room.

“We were coming back from dinner and those guys ambushed us.”

Boone moves to sit where you instructed and you turn on the shower before moving to sit on the edge of the tub closer to Wanda. She shuts the door behind her and you motion for her to sit next to you as you wait for the water to heat up.

“They didn’t care about me. They wanted me out of the way so they could take Boone.”

Wanda’s a little surprised by this and she can’t help but show it as she tries to make sense of it. She looks to Boone where he’s lying in the corner watching the two of you carefully. He looks beat and Wanda realizes that he must have had a very close call.

You feel the room heat up from the steam from the shower, but you ignore it for now as you turn back to your wife. Wanda frowns at what you say next and she can’t help but wonder where your bodyguard had been during all of this. She knows that Bucky will talk to him at some point, but she’s going to try not to worry about it.

“They tried to drag him to the van to take him God knows where, but I killed them.”

You shake your head at the thought that hadn’t really registered until now. You had killed three people tonight. You barely even thought about it. All you cared about in the moment was saving Boone and everything else was secondary. You start to panic at the thought of what might happen to you. You honestly don’t feel bad at all, and you know that’s probably not a good thing, but hopefully you won’t go to jail for this.

“I killed them, Wands. I didn’t even think twice. They were just--.”

You trail off as you start to fidget worriedly. You decide that you need to get clean so you can go lie down. You finish undressing and step into the shower before taking a deep breath. You try to relax under the hot water but you still feel your body protest the fact that you’re still standing.

“They were trying to steal Boone. Your baby, Y/n. I would have done the same.”

You know for sure that Wanda would have done the same, but that’s not the point. She realizes this too but she doesn’t know what else to tell you right now. She decides to ask a relevant question that will help you calm down because she can tell from here that you’re still incredibly tense.

“Is he okay, now? Do we need to do anything for him?”

You smile for the first time since leaving dinner tonight, and you turn to your wife as you finish washing off the events of today. You love her even more for asking, and you know she’d do whatever it is you say he needs. Luckily she doesn’t have to this time, and you smile wider as you turn off the shower.

“He’s just exhausted, and a little sore, but he’ll be okay.”

He might be a little clingier for a while. You don’t say this, but Wanda probably can already guess this by the fact that he’s in the bathroom with them. She figures you’ll want to watch him too until they have answers about what happened tonight.

You get dressed and now that you’re not so dirty, you pull your wife into a hug that she readily returns. You sigh in exhaustion and relief as you turn your face into your wife’s neck. It’s late and you want to go to bed, but this thought reminds you that Wanda wasn’t supposed to even be here with you. You don’t pull away but you say this as you try to lead your wife back to the bedroom.

“Thank you for being here for us. I’m sorry we interrupted your work.”

Wanda has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at this. She had a lot to do still, but it could wait until tomorrow at this point. You and Boone are far more important than just figuring out which sector of Strucker’s territory she was going to try and infiltrate next. Everyone could use a break, and she wanted to make sure you and Boone were truly okay.

“That doesn’t matter to me right now. I’d rather be here with you two.”

You smile before kissing her in thanks as she leads you to bed. You’re fading fast, and you start to lie down before the covers are even turned down. You yawn and Wanda frowns before she considers what to do next. She watches Boone lie down at the end of the bed and you sit up to try and see him. She can tell you’re still on edge, and she motions for Boone to stand up.

“Boone, come here.”

He comes to stand beside Wanda, but she leaves to grab his bed and set it down next to your side of the bed. She waits until Boone lies down and she watches you relax at the sight of your dog close by.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

You shake your head before shifting so you can get under the covers with another yawn. She watches as you hold out your hand to her with a smile before asking her to join you.

“Can you lie down with me for a while?”

Wanda stays with you for hours after you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not the soundest sleep you’ve ever had, but it could have been worse. You have one arm draped over the side of the bed so you can keep a hand on your dog, and Boone’s since scooted closer to the bed as a result. Wanda knows that it might take a while for the two of you to be able to stand being apart, but as long as you keep him out of bed Wanda’s not going to complain.

She hears someone shifting and she sits up to see Boone standing up with a yawn. He looks over your shoulder at her before he sits again and leans his head against the bed. He’s right next to your arm and he whines quietly before sticking his nose in your face. She’s about to tell him to leave you alone, but you shift in your sleep and end up wrapping an arm around his head and pulling him closer. He licks your face, and you smile before kissing his nose.

“I love you, bud.”

Wanda just smiles but doesn’t say anything as the two of you fall back asleep mere inches from each other. She checks the clock and then her phone before she realizes she has some things to take care of soon. She looks back over to you though and decides a few more minutes with you won’t hurt.

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda x you #silver springs #silver springs drabble #silver springs au #angst

[charlemane]

practicing a new method of penmanship that's less physically taxing for writing left-handed (and doesn't involve dragging the hand over what's already been written, which will be a boon if i give into temptation and become a fountain pen user) and it does feel better when i do it right, but holy fuck it looks like dogshit

and i know that it's just because i'm basically learning a whole new skill! the motions of this style of handwriting are easier on the joints and muscles, but that doesn't change the fact that my brain and my muscle memory have like 20+ years worth of doing the thing the way i've been doing it, and those habits are actively hindering me as i try to learn the new way to do it. it'll look less and less like dogshit the more i practice - in fact, it already looks less horrible than it did when i started!

but still. [unintelligible complaining noises]

[school-of-roses]

Banishing and Exorcism

Sometimes things just gotta go.

Banishing is the act of telling something to get lost and never come back, be it a spirit or energy, from your space.  Exorcism is the act of doing the same, but also to something within yourself or another.  Very often the definitions overlap. These are not wholly set definitions, but this is how we are defining them for the purposes of this document!  However, we are mostly going to cover the removal from spaces under banishing, and removal from people in exorcism, as that should lead to the least redundancy.  However, it is worth keeping in mind that a banishment of a spirit from a space is often considered a type of exorcism.

Banishing

Banishing is the forced removal of energy or entities from a space.  It’s a more aggressive form of warding and cleansing.  The main distinction between them is that a banishing ritual likely does both cleansing and warding at the same time, and with a very direct intent toward a specific thing or type of thing.  Even if you don’t know exactly what you’re banishing, banishing for example: “the thing giving you nightmares” would still be banishing that specific entity.

Y’all Ain’t Get No Sleep

Bells, pans, and other discordant noises are surprisingly effective.  Making an absolute ruckus that makes things not want to be there is a surprisingly effective form of banishment.  Making the energy of a space inhospitable or asserting your control over it is one of the strongest forms of this.  Using sound to this effect has precedent in cultures all over the world.  Whether that be music in some form, yelling, or otherwise.

Banishing Objects

Any crystal can be a banishing crystal if you throw it hard enough.  However, barring that, there are things like penny blessings, pennies charged with intent that can be placed over places to drive spirits off.  Similar things can be done to this effect if charged with the right intent.  There are many objects known to be good for banishing.  Look for things that are said to be good for removing or repelling energies.  One of the more famous examples is garlic.  It can repel spirits as well as famously repelling vampires.

Evocation of Names

Evoking a god or other deity to remove a spirit comes in many forms.  In some cultures there is a supreme deity to call upon to command the others.  In other traditions there are specific deities called upon to combat an evil counterpart.  Other times there are deities specifically known for exorcism.  Whatever you call upon to help you remove things from your space, make sure it is something you trust.  Whether they are specifically known for the purpose or not, calling upon those you work with to help enhance your spellwork can be a boon.

Exorcism

Exorcism is used to describe the removal of ghosts, spirits, or other entities from a space, or from within another person.  Here we are going to specifically talk about the removal of spirits from people.  Exorcism has had a role over the centuries across numerous different cultures by many different types of spirits.  Often an exorcism is done to reflect the type of possessing spirit.  An exorcism for an Abrahamic demon is going to be a very different ritual from one for another culture’s spirits.

Consent

If you suspect someone is possessed by a spirit, be very sure you have explicit consent to do something to them.  You are not a white knight who is anointed by god to remove evil from the souls of others.  If you think that, you’re the problem.  If you think a spirit is harmful to someone’s well being, you still need their permission to perform spells on them.  This is not because you need their consent for it to work (unless it’s a thoughtform, in which that would actually be true; a thoughtform won’t die unless you convince the person making it that it’s dead, it’s existence is a call coming from inside the house), but because it is incredibly fucked up to do spellwork on someone without their permission even if you’re convinced it’s for their benefit.

Evocation of Names Pt. 2

In many exorcism rights calling upon a god or other deity to assist in the removal of evil from a person is a common practice.  Something else worth noting is that with exorcism there is also sometimes a pervasive belief that knowing the true name of the entity you’re driving out can give you power over it.  Whether this rings true in experience, getting a better idea of what you’re driving out couldn’t hurt in the targeting process.  Sometimes it’s not going to even be a fully conscious thing you’re driving out as much as a collection of energy.

Mental Health

As is standard practice, whenever there is an exorcism to be performed, mental health should be considered before spellcraft.  While it couldn’t hurt to do some energy hygiene practices just to cross that off the list, it could mean that something that is a very physical and mental problem is going untreated.  Different tools for different jobs, and sometimes the tool is going to be therapy or medication.

#witchblr #witchcraft #banishing #witchy #exorcism #magic #school of roses

[loominggaia]

What does the crew do about Evan’s lycanthropy while traveling? Does he just not leave home around the full moon? I imagine that isn’t always an option so do they have some kinda protocol about this like carrying around heavy chains and a muzzle while traveling just in case around the full moon? Or stay in a place where theirs some abandoned buildings the can shove and lock big bad in for the night?

Good question! For the most part, Evan tries to schedule his contracts around the full moon. If a job falls on that date, he just sends someone else in his place. But like you said, shit happens and sometimes he gets stuck away from home longer than expected.

This is why Evan never takes solo contracts. He always takes at least one other crewman with him no matter how easy the job is, because someone might need to help him lockdown and hide him from authorities for a night.

The Freelance Good Guys bring a lot of general supplies with them no matter where they go. Tents, bedrolls, dried foods, stuff like that...but among these things is a set of thick steel chains, steel handcuffs, and a custom steel muzzle fit for a werewolf.

I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this...if they're stuck at an inn or something during the full moon, the crew simply hogties Evan with the chains and cuffs, straps the muzzle to his face and hunkers down until sunrise. Bigbad can't do anything except thrash around on the floor in this state, but the crew still stays up all night to watch it and make excuses for all the noise if the innkeeper complains.

Having Isaac on the crew is actually a huge boon in these cases due to his faunae blessing. Bigbad couldn't hurt Isaac even if it wanted to, so Isaac actually has a chance of controlling the beast somewhat. (keyword: somewhat. Bigbad is dumb as fuck and won't obey any command, but it also can't attack someone if Isaac is in the way)

Doing this at an inn is a last resort. Ideally, like you said, Evan prefers to find an abandoned building or go deep in the wilderness to hide from anyone who might report him to authorities. This is exactly what he did in the short story "Bellyaching".

Also worth noting, Evan doesn't necessarily need another person to help him lockdown. He can tie and cuff himself if he has to, because he's smart enough to put a key in a lock and undo his own shackles. Bigbad isn't.

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Questions/Comments?

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#ask #askliterature #askevan #askbigbad

[rainbowgod666]

《Ok, fablolus bob was Like That, but how did it ACTUALLY GO?》

(Clears throat) well, time for the deep voice i guess. Considering im doing this from a burialgoods video... so.

Slaneesh

So, lets put ourselves in her situation.

Infinite pronouns. Vaguely feminine body. The literal physical manifestation of everything NSFW ever, regardless if that term means "hentai" or not. The concept of overdose made manifest...

And a mortal just told you that you dont exist because "cogito ergo sum" or some shit. I do however have a... "transcript" of what happened

(Recorder playing)

Slaneesh:...ok but seriously, i LITERALLY saw you pull out a child from soup, throw it on the ground, and saw that thing grow to a full fledged space marine in FIFTEEN. FUCKING. SECONDS. I have nurgle right here-

Nurgle: hi

Slaneesh:- and he checked seven times. And considering seven is HIS number i think we gotta give it to you: you are THIS CLOSE to do stuff none of us coul-

Fabius: n... o...

Slaneesh:... cu- h- i mean, come again?

Fabius: th...er...e... a...r...e... no... g- g...o...d...s...

Slaneesh:...ok. i say we... i cant believe im saying this- i say we stop this.

Khorne: WHAT

Slaneesh: listen. Whatever the fuck is this mon'k- i mean human doing is WAY outside of our scope. He survived my "extend Planck Instant to infinity" thing with literally just some fucking ibuprofen. I think-

Fabius: you... dont... think... you're just... an overgrown... s...t... orm...

Slaneesh: oh great the mic was on this entire- ok. Listen here you overglorified nurse. Usually Khorne is the angry one but I think its my turn now-

Khorne: THATS... NOT HOW IT FUCKING WORKS BUT FUCK YOU I GUESS YOU DESERVE IT...

Slaneesh:... "fuck me yourself coward" jokes aside: you literally "fucked around and found out" at the Laer temple, and I watched. You modified space marines to the point that even the lightest brezze was the most arousing thing since the discovery of "meat-beating", and I watched. You fucking cloned horus in such a way that all it was left to effectively make a second horus was our boons and i. fucking. watched.-

Tzeentch: did he clone horus? Or did he just bring him to life? Then again how do we kn-

Everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP TZEENTCH.

Slaneesh: (scoffs in "this fucking waste of tentacles i swear") anyways. The point is NOT our "existence" or "powerscaling". The point is: i wanted to congratulate myself for your work. There is only ONE dude on Anathema's side who can do what you do, and the only human thing left of him is how he thinks. So-

Fabius: you... are just... a phenomenon... i think... therefore... i am... you dont think... therefore... you... aren't... (faints)

Slaneesh: ok fuck this, im dEFINETIVELY not high enough to deal with this and i didnt put anything in my orifices to at least TRY and be presentable. I wanted to pull off that Quaestor shit i perfected and it turned out to be a shouting match against the galaxy's most annoying fuck ever. At least Anathema is more polite and logical with his "thing"

Khorne: WAIT, IT WAS A FUCKING SHOUTING MATCH THIS ENTIRE TIME?

Slaneesh: a

Nurgle: kid, it was a figure of speech. Close that darn recorder and lets go back to work. I am worried isha tried to "ku'gath" herself (again) while i was here.

Khorne: OH OK. BUT STILL, IF IT WAS A FUCKING SHOUTING MATCH I COULD HAVE JUST TOLD HIM TO FUCK HIMSELF

Slaneesh: yeah...

Khorne: (noises of giving a planet deleting friendly back pat to slaneesh) YOU KNOW WHAT? YOURE FUCKING RIGHT YOU [the friendliest barrage of insults ever]! BUT SERIOUSLY NEXT MORTAL THAT DOES THIS IM BRINGING MY CHAINSWORD

Slannesh: yeah. Guess youre right

(Recorder stops)

I rest my fucking case lmao

#warhammer 40k #so basically #fabius bile #looked at the chaos gods and said “nuh uh” while mega dying of death² #this confuses #slaneesh #who proceeds to give khorne a few more square kilometers of kingdom #also #khorne #was like 😃 while delivering an endless barrage of swearing #Youtube

[crystalelemental]

After giving base Iris the EX, I feel the need to justify my poor decision making.  Spoilers, this was not a great decision.

General Overview Iris, as a story sync pair who got her grid super early, sucks royally.  Very little exists on that grid that is of any value.  Literally the only thing she has access to is Confusion Boon 5, a skill that gives 50% bonus damage to her moves only, and in exchange, she has to be confused all the time.  So you give up Lucky Skill for Lessen Confusion 9.  And then still deal with the off chance of hurting yourself in confusion.  All to effectively break even compared to a normal multiplier and Crit Strike cookie.  It's real bad out here.

I tried to run her in CS off-type, and it does not work.  Even with some of the best tools in the game, you don't even come close.  Off-type is far beyond her abilities in CS.  But hey, Gauntlet is a bit less demanding, so maybe she'll be okay here?

Vs. Tapu Bulu Iris employs Marshal's Rock Smash and flinch rate to stall out Bulu and deal very respectable damage through DPS.  Her sync does well enough, but it's not anything too impressive.  Maylene is a solid partner to Iris as well, giving her Atk, crit, and a bit of speed through Pep Rally to maintain gauges.  Not well enough with Marshal here, but what can you do?

Vs. Tornadus This is where I started to just give up.  Halloween Caitlin is a wonderful partner to Iris, thanks to the bulk, ability to buff attack and speed, and Synchro Healing.  As mentioned, Iris has no sync multipliers, and her base damage on it is not spectacular.  She's much more of a DPS unit.  As such, a sync pair like H!Caitlin is a great partner, because Synchro Healing and defensive buffs keep Iris alive.  Also Iris can self-buff crit to cap, which is all Caitlin asks of a friend.

Vs. Cobalion I think the partner was Electrode.  I was feeling ambitious.  It paid off, sure, but you can tell how close that came.  I will note, Iris does get Durable 4 on her trainer move, so if you roll that Endurance, that could be a thing?

Vs. Terrakion Okay, finally some legitimately good news.  Terrakion requires field effects, and as a shitty striker, Iris is a great pick to receive the Zone.  The good in this is that Iris actually outdamages Lucas.  No, really.  That 7,690 damage?  That was around 1k more than Lucas was dealing with Roar of Time under comparable conditions.  Which is excellent.  Granted, he uses sync once and his damage contributions outclass hers, but it's the little things in life, okay?

Vs. Uxie I skipped Azelf because fuck that noise.  Iris can't hurt it until it's past the halfway point, but she basically doesn't contribute at that point.  Uxie, however, gets bopped a bit.  Again, this is H!Caitlin defensively carrying, but Iris does have the DPS to finish the job.

Vs. Latios BP Zinnia and Iris are a generally fun combo, kicking off the Dragon theme skills and needing roughly the same offensive buffs.  I went with Support Pinsir to cap attack for the team, letting BP Zinnia hit hard and fast.  This is one of two instances where Iris got to use her sync nuke, because it does a great job chunking sides and setting up for denials.

Vs. Latias This was the other.  Again, Caitlin carry, with Grimsley here to Snatch away buffs.  The Unova gang's all here.  Iris' DPS does well enough to avoid Mud Slap, which is the ideal outcome.  And despite lower DPS, they never have much trouble with Bar 2, because you negate any possible evasion buffs going forward.  And hey, when Grimsley gets his grid expansion, maybe his flinch rate will be consistent!  Haha!  HA!  HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Vs. Regirock Iris is great on this fight, actually.  Defensive debuffs acquired through crit is fantastic.  I opted for Lisia as the partner for Dragon skills, and to give both flinch and the Defog to remove Shield if it goes up.  Kiawe is a great defensive option with Double Potion MPR, and notably caps crit for Lisia, while maintaining team gauge.

Vs. Entei Lodge Blue is a support that buffs both needed stats for Iris, and has a 60% flinch rate.  Add in Lickitung for Screech, and Iris does pretty respectable damage.  This is a good example of how low-investment Iris can really go, once she gets the traits she needs.  Her main problem is finding allies who actually help.  It's such thing that she's honestly kinda hard to manage around.

#sync pair testing #iris