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spacedace · 10 months

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Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D

The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.

Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.

She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.

The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.

Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.

Considering.

Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.

They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.

Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.

“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”

Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”

She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.

Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.

“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”

For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.

Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.

She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.

And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.

Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc writing prompt #jazz fenton #jim gordon #bruce wayne #leverage au #Jazz is the mastermind in this one #and has been having a great time up til this moment #everyone on the team has code names #Danny is Spaceman because of course it is lol #Sam is Nightshade #Tucker is Pharaoh #Ellie is Nomad #they're not actually shown here but I just wanted to share the codenames I came up for them lol

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 7 months

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Pillow talk

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Natasha is back from a mission and all she wants is to see Wanda. Wanda, however, is already entertained with another activity.

Disclaimer: SMUT! NSFW! Warnings for a light dom!sub relationship and daddy kink. English is not my first language, be aware.

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Natasha was tired after a mission that took way longer than she initially thought it would. She thought Steve and her would be out for a couple of days, three at max, but it took them two weeks to return to the compound, both feeling tired and in desperate need to take a shower and eat more than some granola bars they could easily carry with them while following their mark. The mission went well, in the end, and Natasha was glad with the outcome, although she left the quinjet playfully shoving Steve to the side, telling him she didn’t want to see his stupid face for a year now. He had laughed before disappearing inside the compound, where Natasha assumed he was searching for Sam.

That made up her mind as well. She needed to find Wanda.

Wanda, who she had said goodbye to before going away with Steve saying she would be back soon. Wanda, with whom she hadn’t been able to speak for the last two weeks. Wanda, whom Natasha loved with all her heart.

So, yes, she needed to find Wanda.

After promising Tony she would be back to debrief later - and ignoring when he yelled at her retreating back, asking for her to come back - Natasha went up the stairs of the compound two steps at a time. She had tried to call for the elevator, but it was taking forever and she knew she would be able to rush up faster than the big metal box. Wanda’s room - old room, since the woman hadn’t used it in a while - was a few floors beneath hers, but Natasha ran right past it. She knew Wanda would be in her room.

They hadn’t officially said they were sharing quarters, nor had they freed Wanda’s room for someone else to take it, but they had been sharing Natasha's room for a while now. They hadn’t slept apart when they weren’t on missions away from each other, and Natasha was sure that most of Wanda's clothes were squeezed beside hers inside the too small wardrobe. Maybe, Natasha thought while walking down the hallway to the white door, she should ask Tony for a bigger space soon.

Natasha sighed while she waited for the door's sensor to read her fingerprints and concede her access, but it gladly took only a couple of seconds. She pushed the door open without much care, although being silent had become second nature to her by now, and stepped inside with a content sigh of relief.

And that’s when she was surprised by what she saw inside the room.

Wanda was there, as she expected her to be, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her thighs exposed all the way to her black panties, her face contorted in an expression filled with pleasure - lips slightly parted, furrowed brow, flushed cheeks, a single drop of sweat rolling down her face.

She must've not seen that Natasha was back. Probably didn’t hear the quinjet landing and, since she was locked inside the room, Wanda also hadn’t heard Tony and Natasha's banter. Wanda must've thought she would be alone for a while longer.

Natasha watched - with one eyebrow raised and a hand still holding the doorknob tightly - as Wanda rolled her hips forward, pressing her covered pussy against the pillow beneath her. That was the source of her pleasure, certainly, though now Natasha could see a hint of frustration coloring her face. Almost as if Wanda didn’t know what to do, even if she got herself in that position in the first place - kneeling on the bed, a pillow between her legs, hands clutching the bedsheets.

It took Natasha a few seconds to recover - mostly because her body went through several reactions at once. The tiredness was gone and she could feel a hard throb down her center, and it felt like she had just got up from a powerful nap instead of coming back from a two weeks long mission. So, of course, it took her a while to recover, but, once she did, Natasha slowly let go of the door and crossed her arms before leaning against the frame while running her tongue between her lips.

Like a hungry predator.

"What do you think you’re doing, printsessa?"

Oh, how Natasha loved using the russian pet name just as much as Wanda seemed to enjoy hearing it.

The words, though, cause a chain reaction that would've made her laugh in any other circumstance. Wanda gasped, her eyes flew open and her hips stilled so suddenly that she remained half-raised on the bed. The younger girl's cheeks became much redder suddenly out of embarrassment and her hands grabbed the sheets tighter, this time trying to cover her legs with it.

"Natasha," she breathed out of surprise with just a little whimper behind the word.

"Don't look so shy," Natasha teased her with a smirk. "It's just me."

Natasha pushed herself from the wall and walked slowly towards the bed, noticing how Wanda’s breath became shorter at every step she took. Natasha made sure their eyes were locked until her knees touched the mattress, and then she allowed her eyes to scan the body in front of her, not even trying to hide her hunger. It has been two weeks since she was graced with the image of Wanda's body, after all. Two weeks too long. Either out of embarrassment or because she wasn’t sure what Natasha would do, Wanda tried to cover herself with the sheet, which was enough to snap the spy's eyes back at her face.

"Answer me," she commanded - and she did so because, after months of that, she became a pro at reading Wanda and figuring out what she wanted. What, how and when, in fact.

When Wanda spoke again, her voice sounded more innocent, smaller. "I was feeling a bit tingly."

"Tingly?" Natasha repeated with a deep hum as her fingers moved to grab the sheet from Wanda’s hands. She didn’t pull it hard. Instead, Natasha started to slowly pull it away from Wanda’s body, revealing more and more skin as it went. She let her eyes devour all of it - the pale skin, the scattered scars, the birthmarks, the strong muscles - before she raised her gaze to Wanda’s flushed face again. "Let me see if I got this right. You were feeling tingly, so you felt the need to rub on something?"

Wanda nodded, her big doe eyes staring back at Natasha with a very well-practiced fake innocence that never failed to drive the other woman crazy. "Yes."

"Say it," Natasha demanded with her strong, steady voice. "Say it to me."

Wanda gulped and they both ignored the way her thighs squeezed the pillow tighter. "My pussy got all tingly so I humped against the pillow and couldn’t stop it."

Natasha let out a small breath, her hand finally pulling the sheet away for her to see all of Wanda again. "And why did your pussy get tingly, printsessa?"

"I dreamed about you," Wanda admitted and, to Natasha's absolute delight, she bit her bottom lip for a moment.

Natasha hummed gladly as she felt her chest swell with pride. She raised her hand to run her thumb through Wanda’s lips, freeing it from her teeth, before an amused chuckle escaped her mouth upon seeing the way the younger woman shuddered. “Tell me about it.”

“Nat-” Wanda whined and, despite her best efforts, her hips rolled against the pillow again.

Natasha only smirked and, taking some pity on her, she decided to just slip her thumb between Wanda’s lips. The witch wasted no time before she started sucking on it as she gently nudged her hips forward in a rhythm she had created. Natasha decided to allow her the small moment of relief while her other hand moved to pull the shirt slowly up, just enough to peek at a round, big and perfect boob with the perky pink nipple hardened. She took a deep breath, watching as the boob bounced with every roll of Wanda’s hips, feeling happier than ever that Wanda refused to wear a bra when she was inside their room.

Her small show was interrupted, though, when a frustrated whine left Wanda’s lips, capturing Natasha’s attention immediately. It was obvious, after looking at the younger girl’s face, that her humping on the pillow wasn’t enough to give her pleasure and Natasha smiled widely when she noticed the way Wanda’s hands were grasping at the pillow desperately.

“Oh, poor baby girl,” she cooed, immediately receiving a loud moan in response. Gosh, she loved how needy Wanda could get when they started those types of plays. “I can help you, how about that? Would you like Daddy’s help?”

Wanda nodded so fast and so eagerly that Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle. The spy used the thumb already inside Wanda’s mouth to grab her chin and turn her face at herself, forcing Wanda to look at her with wide innocent eyes before Natasha leaned over to press a loving kiss on her cheek. Then, Natasha let go of the girl’s shirt to grab her hip harshly, causing her movements to stop all at once.

With even wider eyes, flushed cheeks and heavy breath, Natasha’s thumb still inside her mouth, Wanda looked so damn hot and fuckable that Natasha took some precious seconds to just enjoy the view.

Eventually, she took her hands from Wanda, hearing a small sigh of complaint, and took a step back to remove her leather jacket slowly. Natasha was only wearing her white tank top beneath it, the straps of her bra showing up on her shoulders, and she smiled to herself when she heard Wanda’s hard intake of breath. Wanda had a thing for her arms, always impressed by the muscles Natasha built while training, but even more enamored by them when Natasha was using them to bend her over and fuck her senseless. Her personal favorite, actually.

“Take off your shirt,” the spy instructed while she neatly folded her jacket to put it on top of a chair that stayed by the corner - a chair sometimes they used for purposes other than holding their dirty clothes before laundry day. “Keep your panties.”

Wanda was obeying her order not even a second later. Still kneeling on the bed, the girl quickly pulled her shirt up and out of her body, throwing it on the floor without much care, before she looked at Natasha already waiting for more orders. Thankfully, Natasha loved ordering her around just as much as she loved hearing it.

Natasha removed her dirty boots, placing them beside the wardrobe carefully, and then she walked over to the bed again. She didn’t hide her smile, especially when she saw how desperate Wanda seemed, but she took her precious time before even doing anything. First, she placed a hand back on Wanda’s face, allowing her to suck her thumb for a few seconds before she ran her hand to the back of the girl’s neck.

Wanda’s hair was smooth like silk. It always felt like Natasha was touching the most delicate thing in the world when she ran her fingers through it. Natasha particularly enjoyed running Wanda’s hairbrush through her strands when the witch washed her hair or when she would braid Wanda’s hair while the girl was reading something. Wanda also liked Natasha’s hair very much so. She could spend hours playing with it, braiding it in all the complicated ways she learned just to replicate in Natasha’s hair, washing it when they shared the bathtub, but she was mostly kin on pressing kisses on it whenever she walked past Natasha, always seeking for some sort of contact.

And, as much as Natasha loved how tender they could be with each other’s hair, she didn’t think twice before intertwining her fingers through red locks and pulling hard to make Wanda’s head fall back to expose her neck. The girl moaned loud, sinfully even, and her hands quickly grasped Natasha’s shoulders to keep some sort of balance. With Wanda’s neck exposed to the room, Natasha wasted no time locking her lips against her pulse point to suck an uneven pattern on it. She wanted to leave a hickey, not because she wanted to mark Wanda, but because she knew it would drive the woman crazy.

It never failed to make Wanda mad when she looked in the mirror and saw that another hickey was left behind. It would make her growl Natasha’s name and look at her with hard eyes and closed fists, and it would usually mean that Natasha would be fucked to an inch of consciousness before they left the room.

Natasha loved to be in control, she loved to make Wanda scream and beg, to fuck her so hard and so good that Wanda would lose all control. But she couldn’t deny that having Wanda doing the same to her was very appealing. Especially when they fell into those roles so easily together.

Once Natasha was sure a mark was left behind, she finally moved to put one knee on the mattress, already pulling Wanda’s hair to get her moving. The girl groaned when she dismounted the pillow to give Natasha space to get on the bed, willingly letting the russian spy handle her harshly. The older redhead slipped on the mattress until she was sitting with her back against the headboard before she finally let go of Wanda’s hair to grab her hips with both hands. With no trouble at all, Natasha pulled Wanda to her, making the girl sit on one of her thighs while the other woman instantly moaned at the feeling.

Natasha could feel Wanda’s wetness slipping through her panties and wetting Natasha’s pants as well, which only made her groan to herself. She hadn’t touched Wanda’s cunt, but she could feel how wet the girl was and it drove her insane.

“There,” Natasha said and then tugged at Wanda’s hips to get her moving. “Hump on Daddy’s leg like the little slut you are.” Wanda moaned loudly, causing a satisfied smile to curl Natasha’s lips up. “Slowly,” she warned a second later when Wanda started to move as fast as she could.

Wanda whined and threw her head back, but did as she was told - like the good girl she was. Slowly, oh so slowly, she started to hump Natasha’s thigh, feeling her swollen clit brushing against the harsh material of her panties and the spy’s jeans. It took very little to have her moaning and gasping, forming a beautiful melody that was simply Natasha’s favorite sound in the world.

Natasha kept her hands on Wanda’s hips to set the pace of her movements, making sure that the girl wasn’t going fast enough to trigger her orgasm just yet while her eyes took on the gorgeous view she was being graced with. The most powerful Avenger - probably the most powerful being in the world - reduced to a soaking mess as she rode Natasha’s thigh like the needy baby she was. It certainly made her own cunt gush a hot liquid as well.

Wanda held herself upright for several minutes but, eventually, her body started to shudder with both the effort to keep her pace and the effort not to cum, and her head fell against Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha chuckled softly and curled her arms around Wanda as she felt the hot breath hitting the side of her neck and the strong hands grabbing her shirt. She then moved her hands up from Wanda’s hips to her sides, using her short nails to scratch Wanda’s skin and causing goosebumps to rise on her trail. The muscles twitched beneath her fingers, the body contracted and tried to move her hips faster, but Natasha only stopped once she was cupping Wanda’s breasts with her palms.

“Slower,” Natasha warned her swiftly. “Don’t be a brat.” Then, after hearing Wanda’s whimper, Natasha chuckled and raised a hand to pull the girl’s hair again. Wanda arched in her lap, chest going forward, and Natasha took advantage of that to capture one of them in her mouth for just a couple of seconds. “Keep humping, baby girl, it will feel even better.”

“Daddy-” Wanda moaned loudly when Natasha committed fully to sucking on her nipple while her fingers rolled over the other one. Wanda, without noticing it, squeezed her arms, basically trapping Natasha’s head where it was. “It feels so good,” she breathed out. “Please, can I go faster, Daddy? It feels so tingly.”

Instead of pulling away to reply, Natasha only ran her hands down to the girl’s hips again and, taking her entire boob inside her mouth, she helped Wanda ride her thigh faster. Wanda’s breathing became ragged, her movements losing all rhythm and becoming totally desperate, her moans louder forming Natasha’s name in her mouth. It built fast after that. Her body tensed and shuddered, she moaned and whined and then, suddenly, it all came to a stop when she gushed. She didn’t squirt - although it wouldn’t be a first - yet still soaked her panties and Natasha’s pants under her center.

Wanda collapsed forward into a panting mess, realizing only then that one of her hands had raised to grab a fistful of Natasha’s hair while the other one was grabbing her shoulder so hard that she was sure there would be half-moon marks on the woman’s skin later on because of her nails digging her skin. Natasha hadn’t stopped sucking her nipple, though now it was more of a soothing action than something to draw out pleasure. It was soothing for both of them since having Wanda’s nipple in her mouth always made Natasha feel at ease and at home.

It took them a few minutes to snap out of it and, once Natasha pulled away with a loud ‘pop’, Wanda glanced down at her with a sweet and a bit shy smile. “Hi,” she said.

Natasha huffed a laugh, not immune to finding the girl the cutest person she had ever seen, before she tilted her chin up to kiss Wanda’s lips. “Hello,” she greeted happily.

“Welcome back.”

“Hm,” Natasha hummed as her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist. “I liked that welcome party.”

Wanda blushed a deep shade of red suddenly, which would make anyone believe she hadn’t been humping Natasha’s thigh a moment ago. “I missed you.” Upon seeing Natasha’s soft expression, Wanda leaned down to kiss her again. “Do you want to take a shower while I grab you something to eat?” She asked when they parted again.

“Oh, no,” Natasha scoffed and started to move. She put her hands behind Wanda’s knees, already flexing her muscles to be able to raise her off her lap and throw her into the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.” Wanda yelped in surprise before her yell turned into giggles when her back hit the mattress. The spy started to run her hands all over her body and Wanda could already feel herself lighting up again, though she couldn’t help but keep laughing when Natasha kept talking. “I’m going to give you something to hump to while I’m away, okay? Some nice memories, good things to think about. Maybe I will even give you a better pillow to hump on.”

“Natasha, stop talking and get it going already.”

“So bossy all of sudden,” Natasha teased, but she stopped losing time curling her fingers on the waistband of Wanda’s underwear to pull it down her legs.

She was on a mission again.

#wandanat #wanda x natasha #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow #scarlet witch #marvel #avengers #mcu #my writing #smut #ao3 #scarlett johansson #elizabeth olsen

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 3 months

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 3- Meeting Levi

“I have to warn you Y/N.. this next patient you have is the most dangerous patient we’ve encountered in the last decade.. I started working here five years ago after an incident.. and even I still find it hard to look at him..” Erwin stated.

“What’s his name?” Y/N asked curiously.

”Levi. He’s murdered multiple doctors and nurses no matter how many chains we put on him. He’s got a lock on his door that only i have access to.” Erwin explained.

”I see.. Sasha told me about him, at least I think” Y/N muttered nervously.

The walk to the room was quiet after that. Watching Erwin, Y/N saw that he typed in a 19 letter passcode, did an eye retina and fingerprint scan just to get in.

”From now on I’ll be accompanying you to Levi and if necessary, other patients.” Erwin said.

Y/N simply nodded before entering along with Erwin. The room was small and only had a bed and desk. The desk for some reason was in the middle of the room and there sat Levi.

He was handcuffed to the desk and looked up at the two entering the room only to glare.

”Get out. I’m not going to let you drug me Eyebrows-“ Levi begin to say before getting interrupted by Erwin.

”I’m not drugging you Levi. You should know I would never unless necessary. Y/N, you may sit I’ll just stand up for now..” Erwin said, allowing Y/N to sit at the chair opposite Levi.

Y/N sat down, thankful for the somewhat useful table between them. She looked up at him and smiled at his deadly glare.

”Hello Levi, I’m Y/N L/N. I’ll be your permanent doctor and since it’s our first appointment together I’d like to get to know you. It could be anything, family, friends or hobbies.” Y/N said with a warm smile.

”Get out. Now.” He grumbled looking back down at his feet annoyed.

Y/N began to rest her chin on her hand and smirked. This was probably the worst patient she’ll have judging by his aggressive behaviour so she’ll have to be careful around him so he doesn’t hurt or even kill her.

“You can’t even tell me a bit about yourself?” She looked straight at him as he soon looked back up at her. He took in her details, she wasn’t like the other doctors or nurses. She genuinely wanted to talk to him.

”I hate filth.” He said and looked at Erwin before raising his hands and pointing his fingers at him. “And Eyebrows. No wonder you can’t pull any girls, you got them big ass eyes brows-“

“That’s enough, Y/N it’s break for all Doctors and Nurses so we better get going.” He interrupted quickly, going beside Y/N’s chair and helping her up like a nice gentleman.

Letting go of Erwin’s hand, Y/N looked back at Levi and smiled warmly.

”It was nice seeing you Levi, I hope you and I can get along. I’ll see you later then.”

As soon as the door shut, Levi looked back up. He felt a smile curve at the end of his lips. What was this feeling.? Maybe this person wasn’t that bad.. no. That was his insomnia messing his head up.. or not? She just had to be cleansed after he had touched the demons filthy hands, he wouldn’t mind doing it himself. It was for his darling.

#aot x y/n #yandere jean kirstein #yandere erwin smith #yandere jean #yandere erwin #yandere reiner #yandere levi #yandere #yandere aot #yandere levi ackerman #yandere aot x reader #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere eren yeager #yandere armin #yandere connie springer #yandere bertolt #ymir #christa lenz #sasha braus

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li-ravings · 11 months

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dicktim;

tw: yandere themes 18+

thinking about a yandere dick who just wants his little baby bird to be safe [in his house under his lock and key].

of course he can't just start off like this so it starts with dick commentin loudly things like : "oh you won't be spending time with me? again?" in that dejected woe is me voice.

he knows what he's doing is wrong, but the way tim's eyes widen and he shuffles closer to him. at this point as the weeks go by with dick abusing his knowledge that tim regards him in the highest, he's spent almost everyday with him,

he'd taken to lockin the door to his room (tim usually sleeps with him after a quick pout) with fingerprint access only.

when tim would inquire about it, dick would just spew something random about how 'the night terrors and paranoia have gotten so bad little wing, but you're okay with it right?"

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ill revisit this to write some more but let me knowww eek i love this idea so muchh

#tim drake #dc comics #dicktim #dick grayson #yandere imagines #yandere #dick is sooo yan coded idgaf if u dont agree

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mettleborn · 4 months

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Mr & Mrs Smith - closed starter for @xgoldxnhour

The questions asked aren’t extremely intrusive but they are strangely specific; ranging from favourite foods, books, films and clothing brands, to more personal themes of sexual attraction and previous failed relationships. Throughout it all Samuel answers honestly, eyes fixed on the blinking red light ahead, the only indication that the computer system in front of him is observing and most likely monitoring the quality of both his answers and his physical reactions. It’s a surreal process, devoid of any human interaction and in truth, it is only when the machine through which his potential employer is communicating, asks if he is willing to relocate, that Sam is forced to pause. Admittedly he likes living in Seattle and can’t imagine living anywhere else, but if he is going to make the most of this opportunity, he knows he needs to be flexible. Living elsewhere at least avoids the complexity of bumping into family or friends and being forced to lie about his work, his life and his new wife - that is the only part of this process which he is confident about from his texts with the organisation; he won’t be working alone. From what he understands, if selected, he’ll be in deep cover with a partner, one he hopes has a decent kill count and sense enough to keep them both from getting in over their heads.

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It is less than a week later that he arrives in front of a large town house in Manhattan. It’s a big place, clearly expensive, most likely a family home – certainly a significant departure from his average rent bachelor pad in Seattle. Entering with the key that was couriered to him, Sam finds himself creeping slowly inside despite the fact it is obvious no one else is here. Carefully placing his bags down onto the freshly polished wooden floors, he takes the opportunity to have a quick look around. For a new home, the place feels strangely lived in – the bookshelves are filled with some of his favourite authors and the fridge is stocked with many of his favourite foods and soda. Noticing a case of his preferred brand of beer, Sam makes a mental note to return for one after he’s finished unpacking.

Walking through from the kitchen to the large living area, which looks ideal for entertaining company, he notices another set of bags set down beside the sofa, left stranded similarly to his own. Hearing a small scuffle Samuel turns swiftly to see a small ginger cat begin to rub its face against the side of the sofa before moving towards him, clearly seeking some attention. Bending, Sam rubs his palm along the length of its back, watching as it arches in response, the action causing a soft smile; weird, it must have come with the house.

Moving through the rooms, Sam discovers a door with a discreet fingerprint locking mechanism, pressing his thumb to it expectantly, it immediately opens, allowing him access. Upon entering, he finds himself face to face with a stranger, presumably his new housemate, or should he say wife. Oh, she’s pretty, the kind of pretty that looks like butter wouldn’t melt in fact, certainly not the kind of woman who looks like she is an accomplished assassin or mercenary of some kind; that is a strength of course; to disguise her threat so naturally - no one would see her coming, not even Sam himself.

“Hi, I’m…” Pausing for a second, Sam suddenly realises that to use his real name in a situation like this would probably be foolhardy. “I’m John, John Smith…and you must be…Jane.”

#[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice #Mr & Mrs Smith verse #xgoldxnhour #Eloise #Closed Starter #((This was a great idea! Hope this starter works for you!))#Modern assassin verse

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synthville · 1 year

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the thing is.

raffi isn’t half as strange or off-putting as she could be. given how she processes things and her vices she really should be so much more of an audacious eccentric obsessive schemer (love) and also just the biggest liar to ever do it. meddlesome as hell but it comes back to bite.

she’s got all the connects but also she’s been banned from multiple planets. it’s fine. she didn’t want to go back to any of them anyway. her access was revoked so why does she know so much about seemingly unconnected classified events and titbits. why don’t you. she happened upon that information. as one does. what’s with all the questions. smooth talks her way in and out of stupid situations daily because she can’t leave well enough alone and just has to get answers. she does not get her answers. rabbit holes that spawn labyrinths. whatever the futuristic version of a red string board is. rios breaking into her quarters because it’s been days and she’s replicated an alarming amount of wine but very little food and he hates the EMH but the nosey holo is right this cannot stand. she tries to be present because it was her idea to visit that one spa like planet in the first place but it’s physically impossible for her not to bring up whatever theory it is that’s plaguing her this time around. there’s something just outside her periphery and once she connects the dots she’ll let it go. really. the great pretender. an actual reckoning with her addiction and what’s at the root of it. why constantly numbing herself with various substances didn’t actually work. she can fool everyone but not herself. at least not well. all the fallout with people she loves that now want nothing to do with her (gabe?? hello that thread alone is so much) because of all the times she recklessly dismissed or used them for her own means all the while convincing herself it was about the big picture. being real with herself about the reality of starfleet and why she wants in so badly anyway. greater good huh. her tricked out encrypted tech because why accept bland federation equipment or adhere to legal limits when she can make things that much more fun with a little tweaking. that unassuming little trailer is fortified as fuck. eyescan fingerprint alphasymbolic code physical lock to even get past the front door. and obviously her tech self destructs upon intrusion this isn’t amateur hour. she might be living in a semi utopia but you still not about to catch her slipping. any and all conversations between cybernetist agnes jurati and intelligence officer raffaela musiker. rios needs them to stop making unauthorized changes to la sirena and cut it out with the emergency holo roundtables. everything to do with her and seven but twice the stubborn gay ridiculousness and entwinement. everyone is alive and well and in their rightful timelines. salivating. she’s barely putting in her weird girl hours and already people can’t take it imagine if they just leaned into making her a possessive obsessive little freak (positive!) and wrote/depicted everything with care? the layers. a hyper-competent-women-with-massive-issues-lover’s dream and the nasty bros and bigots who can’t fathom anyone other than a bland white guy as deserving of complexity or relevance would die on the spot amen. id EAT.

#raffi musiker #women who are giant weirdos my beloved #it’s not like she’s the first trek character with Personality but instead of #building an alter to her lmao #she’s rebuked #this world. it ain’t right…#thinking st jean luc was gon be anything but old man woes #very silly behaviour on my part😭#but i couldn’t just not fall for raffi like that was never going to happen #she’s just. character of all time #this is the last time i get roped into a show riddled with unrealized potential (lying)#although whenever the show does climb out of jlps ass and remembers other characters need to be more than just ornamental #there are glimpses (some this season even) of how things could be if she was able to step into her power and it’s amazing lol #the moment for ultra forgiving self sacrificing black woman therapist friend has ended it’s time for arrogant freaks who are doing their be #& im not gon do it but making a series rewrite a passion project sounds like a GREAT way to tickle my crazy #lasirenas #.rfi

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So I was thinking about the request for Dick. Again. And here's what I came up with.

Dick s/o being a forensic scientist. And while Grayson himself is a detective, they made a bet who will crack the work case faster. One night, when Nightwing and batfamily are on mission, she sneaks into batcave to access the newest technology and software. Ofc Dick catches her red handed and calls a cheater. It all leads to teasing and fooling around (I'm thinking fluff and comedy style), up to the point where she's forced to admit he's better (maybe he kisses or tickling her to the point of surrender).

TY 🙃

There was no denying you and your boyfriend, Dick Grayson, were competitive. Hell, even your own relationship started out of a silly competition where some friends from your precinct had a bet over which of you could go longer without any dates or hookups. Safe to say, you both lost at the same time/ night.

Dating him also came with an exclusive pack of friends and family that would eventually become your own. To you, in particular, Alfred ended up coming really close, trading recipes and him even teaching you Dick’s favorite dishes. He was your relationship unofficial keeper, and also your greatest accomplice.

That’s how you ended up sneaking into the Batcave one thursday night.

The entire family was out on patrol, and you really could use the computer’s substance scan your boyfriend loved to mention. A couple had recently been murdered in one of the city’s most expensive apartment complexes, but barely any clues could be found, taking you and your team a thorough job to get even the smallest of fingerprints. Dick had also been assigned the same case, thus starting your competition of the week(s). I know, it looks very unprofessional, and borderline unethical, but your dedication to win showed very productive for the force.

Sitting in front of the large computer, waiting for the analysis of an orange substance you found in several places on the crime scene but conveniently kept it a secret from your boyfriend, you took in the environment you were once crazy to see. You had never been to the cave with anyone, let alone by yourself, so it took a lot of convincing (and some bribery) for Alfred to allow you in.

You could already feel the taste of victory on your tongue when the sound of defeat reached your ears.

��What do we have here?” you heard your boyfriend say from the elevator door. “A cheater!”

Immediately hiding under the desk, you mentally cursed yourself for not being more careful and for all the fun Dick was going to take out of your situation. Damn it, I was so close!

His silent steps reached your location, and you could see his groin leveled with your eyes under the tight suit. In any other conditions, you’d appreciate how you stood, but right now, it took everything in you not to punch it.

“If you say anything, I swear…”

“Me!” he feigned indignation, giving you his hand to pull you back up. “You’re the one showing terrible sportsmanship.”

“Oh, like you never cheated in any of our games before!”

“Never!” he faked his innocence, gaining a punch from you on his shoulder. He really could piss you off sometimes. “What are you doing, babe?” he questioned, grabbing at your hips and lacing his arms around them, trying to make you uncross your arms and hug him back.

“Nothing…” you faked, but he saw right through you, as usual, lifting an eyebrow in disbelief. “I found something in the crime scene, okay? Yes, I didn’t tell you, but I know that in the Nichols’ murder you hid information from me too. Consider this revenge! But the precinct’s scanner can’t make out what it is because it’s mixed with something else and keeps giving me inconclusive results. I knew Bruce had this new top of the line scanner that according to Tim can identify every substance imaginable so I kind of bribed Alfred with two dinners a month if he let me get into the cave.”

“You promised Alfred what?!” he asked, brushing off everything else you said.

“Shut it, Grayson. You love his food anyway and…” you were about to tell him off when the AI’s voice announce “Scan finalized.”

You instantly turned around, leaving the comfortable embrace of your boyfriend, too anxious to know what the orange powder you had been studying for days finally was. However, when your boyfriend’s boisterous laugh filled the room and you saw the bright letters spelling out CHEETOS on the screen, you knew everything you did to get where you were ended up being for absolutely absolutely nothing.

“I can’t believe it.” you said in disbelief, as your boyfriend was out of breath behind you. And worse: “Thompson was eating cheetos while we looked for evidence.”

Fuck Thompson. Your fucking lab parter and dumbest person in the world had ruined your chances, again.

“Ah, babe.” he hugged you from behind, kissing you cheek and resting his head on your shoulder. “Admit it, I’ve always been the better detective.”

Dead in the eyes, you refuse to answer. But Dick knows how to break you better than anyone, so he starts pecking all over your face, forcing a smile to spread on your lips.”

“Say it, Bart…”

Sighting in defeat, you finish: “You’re the better detective. You win the game.”

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