#dc x black!reader

[realhotgirlshiii3]

𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 4 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢. “𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙖𝙮” 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. “𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣” 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 ��𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩. “𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪” “𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬”

[blackynsupremacy]

black girls,

make the content you want.

i’m serious.

idc if you think it’s gonna flop.

idc if you think you’re a terrible writer or artist.

idc if you believe that character/celebrity/athlete/whoever likes black girls or not. (who cares what the fandom says anyway!)

idc if you’re the first and only one to start that _____ x black reader tag.

make the content you want to see!

do it for you most importantly! (you will inspire others ofc)

in conclusion, you won’t get it if you won’t make it.

[blond3ang3l]

Nightwing is the type to say “that’s my best friend” and then proceeds to make out with you when no one’s looking.

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Now you had known him your entire life. You two went to school together, you knew about him being night wing, you met all million siblings he had, and even the big guy himself Bruce Wayne. You’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends before but it never worked out in the end. Same thing with Dick, no matter what they always broke things off. For the most part they just couldn’t handle his family life like you could. With you knowing his siblings basically since they were born they liked (or in Damian’s case tolerated) you a whole lot. Hell even his stepmom Selina loved you in the short time her and Bruce been together. Everyone else he brought him got weird stares or snickers from his younger brothers. You on the other hand would go to the batcave even without him just to see the rest of them.

You’d accompany him to galas so you two were also seen out in public together many times. The media loved seeing you two together. He introduced you to reporters as “his moon” because the first time you guys met was during a full moon. In reality the only reason you guys weren’t dating yet was because he couldn’t figure out how to ask you. He wasn’t worried about you saying no, he was worried about doing something big enough to your liking and it was taking him months to plan out.

Yet when you two were alone it felt different, more intimate. Just like now as you two were in his bed. He had you on top of his lap, his hands gripping your ass while to two of you kissed. This wasn’t the first time and it damn wouldn’t be the last. He had been gone for three long weeks and damn did he miss you. He texted you but his text was always cut short with him having to fight yet another criminal. Every day spent away from you was pure hell for him, and he made sure you knew that with the picture of his hard leaking dick he sent you just a few days prior. He was painfully hard, his dick so pretty leaking with precum, and in his words “all for you”.

With you perched up in his lap the way you were he was starting to feel the exact same way he did in that picture. His hands moved from your ass to hold your hip, rocking you along his bulge causing you to moan softly. His lips attacked your neck. A trail of dark hickeys going down your chest as he started to slide down the thin pajama shorts you wore.

“Fuck, I missed you baby. Can I show you how much? Let me baby. Please.”

[kkeidawrites]

He Watches

Welcome to Day 4 of Blacktober!

The dark hue of Gotham City illuminated the sanctuary of the woman currently in bed. She tossed and turned on the linen, her forehead a perfect line of sweat and curls right under her hairline.

Her face contorted, a tint in her brow as she tossed to her right side, her hand suddenly grip the sheets by her face.

“Quiet tonight are we?” A deep voice taunts.

Y/n gasps at the voice but, tosses again; her head falling back against her pillow as she presses both hands to her crotch, letting out a whimper.

“What have we agreed on?” Soft buzzing could be heard from the chuckling man sitting in the corner of the room where the light of the moon shined through the large balcony window.

It glittered on the white patch of hair that nestled between the red tresses on top of his head. Jason Todd, known as the Red Hood to the Gotham civilians watched from his lounged position holding a red button in his right hand as his left cushioned his chin.

His thumb rolled up on the remote he was holding, a click was heard and the vibrating noise rose in volume and so did Y/n’s moans she could no longer hide away.

Jason smirks as he watches his lover wither on her bed. The white silk sheets that she so often kept clean were now becoming soaked in her essence flowing from between her legs.

Not knowing where to put her hands, Y/n grips her sheets as her legs were now open and Jason could finally see the vibrator peeking from inside of her pussy.

“Jason, oh my god!” She finally cries out and Jason chuckles quietly.

“I thought you just told me to watch? I can’t go back on your request, doll.” He says and Y/n groans in frustration.

To make things more interesting he presses up so the vibrator was on the highest setting on the remote and Y/n screams.

She tussles around in the bed for another 30 seconds until her lower body was thrusted in the air and freezes. Her cum leaks down her legs and the vibrator finally slips out of her pussy.

Y/n then curls up on her bed, knees up to her chest as she pants, her body shivering here and there.

While she collected herself, a shadow loomed over her body and Y/n looks up to see Jason holding the now wet vibrator in his right hand with a large grin on his lips.

“Good job babe. You lasted 45 minutes without coming. Now then,” he holds up a dildo as his grin turns sinister.

“Why don’t we try something more…extreme?”

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Enjoy and make sure you reblog, like, and comment!

Also I’m glad I was able to include Jason having red hair because he is a natural red head that just dyed his hair black.

Happy Blacktober!

[hoodzgyal]

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 loves to watch you ride him. something about the way your nose scrunches up and your eyes roll back when his dick hits that squishy part inside you. something about the lazy bounce of your plush brown hips, up and down on his cock. he loves the way you whine, pawing at his chest like you always do, slurring, “s’too big, daddy… gettin’ tired.”

he lets out a breathy chuckle from underneath you, looking up at you through dark lashes.

“you’ve taken it before, haventcha? you can take it, ma,” he lazily smiles, rubbing small circles into your hip.

his pupils are blown wide with the sight of you in front of him, plump brown body bouncing on his cock as your greedy little pussy sucks him dry. your eyes are low and unfocused as your fingers come up to tweak your nipples, feening for stimulation.

“look at you, huh? already cockdrunk and you’ve only been up there for a few minutes,” he teases, big hands coming to rest on your hips to guide your infrequent, lazy bounces toward something quicker. he keeps one hand guiding your pace as the other comes forward to play with your puffy clit. though he’s made you cum twice already, you moan in delight, bouncing with renewed vigor at the idea of cumming again.

“you like that shit, huh, mama,” he taunts, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles, “you like it when i play with that pretty pussy?”

your two toned lips part, letting out little moans and whines of , “yes, s’ so good, daddy,” and “please, wan’ cum.”

he bucks up into you, letting out quiet groans and growls as his hand continues to play with you. “go ahead, doll,” he hums, “cum f’me.”

idk man jason’s just a whore for seeing you get what you want. total pleasure dom vibes. anyways !

[browneyedolly]

need this awkward neurodivergent man real bad like y’all don’t understand 🙃he’s so adorably pathetic 😭

[hon3ybabe]

you can not convince me clark kent isn’t fucking filthy. the type of filthy to watch you cum and take like a strawberry and cover it in your cum and eat right in front of you.

(jason and bruce would prob do this too)

[mtcloudsworld]

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

DIANA PRINCE | WONDER WOMAN (the flashpoint paradox)

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“The Messenger Bird Sings” (Diana Prince x Fem!Reader)

| Infiltrating Themyscira to save a resistance member is a disaster. But it leads to unexpected consequences when the Queen captures you.

| SFW, open ending, infatuated!reader, (TW: captured!reader, spoils of war, unfettered murder), -dark!wonder woman

| pics via: Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox animated movie

| Here’s a link to the scene this is based on. The words/dialogue that are mine are mine and the words that are from the movie are not mine.

| 2k+ words

Sneaking around New Themyscira is a feat you didn’t think you’d ever experience but, lo and behold, here you were.

The island was beautiful in a way that reminded you of what used to be. It’s battle torn, but the skies are still bright blue and the air’s still unnaturally fresh and fizzling with magic.

Even if it’s not the same as you're sure it’d be on the original “Paradise Island”, the residual effect of the Amazon’s whimsy sticks to the place like it was fated to be. Like their magic lays as much claim over this part of what used to be Europe as they do.

It’s a drastic contrast to the wreckage all around you all.

“Alright crew, we meet back at the ship by dusk. This is an evidence gathering retreat and extraction mission so stay out of sight and do not engage.” Steve’s command stays quiet through coms even as he shifts to giving out individual instructions next. His voice a steady balm that you lock onto to distract you enough you don’t have to keep biting back your grin.

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It’s hours before anything worthwhile than ducking and hiding takes place.

Initially Steve’s group was primarily tasked with direct extraction of Lois Lane from behind enemy lines but you had run into her, and a small number of other survivors hiding in the nature reclaimed remains of what used to be London, first.

Your branch-off specifically is just meant to be gathering enough tangible evidence that the Amazon’s are taking human hostages to finally push the last remaining world leader to actually let Steve’s task force move in to save them.

Years ago you’d thought politics was hard to navigate. Now it was a literal minefield, one wrong move and someone would take off your head.

You’re hoping at the very least your wrong move doesn’t happen here.

The Amazons were brutal. What little clear footage that still remained showed their killing prowess off well. They didn’t level cities the way the Atlanteans did, but at the beginning of all this they’d conquered their way across the Mediterranean in less than a week and no one had even noticed.

The Atlanteans were too loud, even put up against the Amazons brutality and true disdain for humanity. Especially men. Atlantis had taken over the European Coast with brute force and luck that their extremely obvious assault couldn’t be stopped by any human forces.

If the human world had been anywhere near as technologically advanced and superhuman you’re sure that Atlantis would’ve fallen that day. King Arthur had put all of his forces, after the Amazon’s had near silently ran them off, into conquering Europe’s waters but he’d made a gamble in doing so.

The Amazon’s didn’t gamble.

Call it years of godly military practice coming into play or whatever but the Amazon’s were a strategic power house. They blew through everything they wanted to as if it was parchment paper in a way that the Atlanteans and their ‘throw everything at it until it sticks’ strategy could never.

The Queen didn’t take whatever she wanted, the rumored start of the war in the first place, because she was careless.

“Pilgrim to Mayflower, we’ve been caught in an ambush—”

Your radio crackles to life on your hip. You turn to your team leader but she only shakes her head. She gestures for you all to get closer together. She’s following protocol, if you have to leave team ‘Pilgrim’ behind you have to wait in silence five minutes before doing so, but if you get a response in that period you have to call in for backup.

Beside you Lois’s quiet as she stares at the radio in Boston’s hand, lip between her teeth.

The following crackle three and a half minutes in makes you all jump.

“—it’s The Queen. The Queen’s with them!”

This time it’s not Steve’s voice but a woman from his group. The air rushes from your lungs.

Queen Diana of Themyscira wasn’t careless.

Something presses down on the receiver and the sounds of screaming and gunfire reach your ears. Right behind it cheers of triumph follow.

All distinctly feminine sounding.

The Queen took what she wanted without hesitation because she was self assured in her prowess.

“Dammit to hell,” Boston curses.

Your heart feels tight all of a sudden.

The Queen.

The same one who started a whole world war because she didn’t bow down to such pitiful quirks as apologizing. The Queen who allegedly wore the crown of the woman she killed as a trophy.

When that exact crown, Atlantean in nature, crests over a row of rubble from toppled buildings towards you the sight of that golden headrest becomes an omen.

The Amazon’s are ruthless when they reach you. There’s barely a triumphant yell afterwards the fight was so close to already won once it started. In fact it’d probably be an insult to the Goddess Artemis herself to call it a fight at all.

A mild squabble maybe.

Like a kitten might give a gangly boy throwing her into a box to slowly meet its death. Or the inevitable but hopeless life of a fly when around a flytrap.

The Amazon’s had gained on you too fast for women who were supposed to be on the other side of the island right now.

As you’re thrown into the middle of a circle of stern-faced Amazon’s with your team, knocking right into Steve and his remaining crew, you start to feel a lot like a fly trapped because of its need to further inspect a predator so unequivocally greater than itself.

Your eyes prickle and your breath squeezes past your throat, but as you watch the towering few women around you your heart thuds not with fear but revelation.

In person the Amazon’s were every bit as terrifying as the stories and mission reports made them out to be, then some. Their armor was chinked and dusted with the brutal effects of war and yet they still seemed to glow brighter than the overcast sun as they set their ire upon you.

It was a lesson in skill to be present for the way they fought up close. Every strike and simple step was so clearly packed full with power and yet they moved as one graceful unit, where one woman leaned right two more would work to balance back out the open circle till closed again like feathers in the wind.

They were seamless even as they taunted Steve, held in The Queen’s lasso as he was. The center of everyone’s attention.

Something shamefully akin to envy prods at you incessantly. You do your best to ignore it.

Your fists clench and unclench at your side as you watch the warriors playing with their food. Lois looks like she can’t decide whether to throw up or throw something. For the sake of all your lives you pray she only vomits.

“You’re all Americans,” Queen Diana points out before tightening her hold on the lasso. Steve is forced to rise up on his knees at the movement, hands going to his throat in a fruitless effort to pry off the rope choking him. “But you’re going to tell me a little more about yourself. Who are you and what is your group’s goal?”

For a few seconds you all watch as Steve just…doesn’t answer. Your eyes narrow. Maybe the rumors about The Queen’s lasso were actually just rumors this time around, you’re pretty sure a gift from the gods isn’t supposed to have user defects.

The other Amazon’s seem to think the same thing as five of them huddle closer to their leader and soft murmurs travel around you from the ones that remain vigil.

“He’s resisting the lasso of truth! How is that possible Queen Diana?”

The Queen looks offended, jaw tightening.

“It’s not,” she says before wrapping more of the lasso around her hand and pulling Steve up so they’re face to face, his toes dragging in the dirt. “Who are you and what are you and your people doing in New Themyscira?”

You all gasp. Off to the side Boston starts to struggle, cursing up a storm as Steve truly goes red in the face. You can’t not watch her a bit impassioned, you know what’ll happen next. One Amazon, red haired and incredibly angry looking, kicks her in the face so hard that by the time her body falls to the dirt you can all tell she’s dead. Face crunched to all hell as her lifeless body faces you.

You shiver and look away.

“This is an outrage,” Lois murmurs.

You don’t argue in any direction with her, just turn back to The Queen.

“Thank you for shutting her up, Artemis. Now back to you, I believe I asked you a question.”

Steve can barely put up a token protest, still actively choking, before he starts to spill everything.

“My name is Colonel Steve Trevor of the United States Special Forces. Me and my team, the second of which was headed by the woman you just killed, Colonel Boston Knight, were tasked with gathering information about your base and with the retrieval of Lois Lane.”

The Queen’s brows furrow, “Who is this Lois Lane?”

You close your eyes. You can feel the very woman stiffen where she’s crouched next to you. Your next breath in feels too much like a hiccup.

“Lois Lane is a Politzer prize winning journalist who has been embedded in New Themyscira to gather intel on your Amazons for Cyborg. She’s…she’s also one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”

Steve struggles, doing his best to clamp down on his jaw before some invisible force pries it back open and one of his trembling hands flick out to point. “And she’s over there.”

All eyes seem to shift to the woman no less than a foot away from you.

The Queen looks over at her with a haughty air as she takes in the new information.

“‘Most beautiful’ until me, that is,” she states while lowering him.

You're mesmerized as the glow of the lasso fades while she dismisses you all once again. The Queen’s attention quickly shifts to a blonde Amazon who nods and begins speaking immediately.

“Our information was correct, then, My Queen. Cyborg is amassing the outside world’s superhumans in an attempt to interfere in our war.”

“And he will fail,” her voice echoes across their foggy battlefield with surety. Wonder Woman scowls. “Now seize the Lane woman and take her back to our sanctum.”

“Yes, My Queen,” the blonde speaks up again as all the others quickly nod their assent.

Lois puts up a huge struggle, kicking out at a woman and briefly causing her to stumble before three more are on her. It takes a couple seconds before she stops, limbs twisted every which way as she’s held before the Queen’s unforgiving gaze.

She looks distinctly unimpressed as she and Lois stare down one another. The reporter definitely lived up to her reputation at least. Unfortunately so did Queen Diana.

“Go. I will deal with her later.”

They take Lois away and all you can do is watch.

The Queen glances over all of you again as the blonde waves the women off and then turns to Queen Diana with a wave in Steve’s direction.

“May I deal with this prisoner for you?”

She takes barely a second to decide.

“No, Persephone. The Queen of the Amazons is a servant to her people,” she rises then, taking Steve up with her and letting him dangle from the ropes. His gagging makes you curl in on yourself, “nothing is beneath her,” Queen Diana finishes as Steve takes his final struggling breaths.

The blood vessels on his face pop at the relentless pressure put on them as The Queen stares on impassively. The remaining Amazons cheer and the woman seems to bask in their praise.

“You must remember that this is a win for all of us!” Her exclamation is met with more cheers as she dangles Steve’s lifeless body through the air like a marionette.

“May the gods continue to look down favorably upon the daughters of Themyscira!” That cheer, from a dark skinned Amazon with snowy white hair, gets even Queen Diana calling out in excitement.

Their voices thunder around you all and in all your years both as black and as a woman you have never been made to feel so small as you do till now.

Like this, however, that feeling of absolute insignificance was damningly heady.

In the very next moment The Queen’s sharp gaze seems to snap to you and the skant air you’ve managed to gain seems to flee from your lungs in terror.

“Exactly sisters! And for that the fates of the spoils of our hunt today shall be decided by you!” She bows in mid air. “A gift from your ever faithful Queen.”

Seems the celebration won’t be stopping anytime soon then. You glance around at your teammates and see matching fear welling in their eyes.

Some of the people the Amazons choose are killed instantly and with gusto, others tossed between two of them like nothing as they’re tortured, some are even dragged away for who knows what, but you?

You’re left untouched.

Shaking you watch as everyone is picked off one by one around you and how in the rush The Queen's gaze still manages to stay locked on your form.

You’re watching her back with wide, nearly star struck eyes when she finally starts towards you. Your blood goes cold as she descends, carelessly dropping Steve in the process, before that damned lasso gets thrown around your body.

“Now you see that is a face of admiration!” She hoists you up into the air and your stomach drops. “Now tell me your truth, little human.”

“You’re…ethereal,” comes tumbling past your lips before you can hope to stop it.

The woman looks back at you in mild surprise before her laughter fills your ears.

“Of course I am.” She shifts you in her grip while motioning for the Amazons to move, hovering with you above them as they march back to their sanctuary.

You wonder if its location was one of the things Lois was going to share with you.

You were willing to bet it was too late to find out now.

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When you get back to the Queen’s new castle you feel like where they were hiding when they weren’t fighting should’ve been pretty obvious.

It was literally the former royal palace.

You walk in and can tell instantly that while some form of a fight must have occurred within the walls, the palace itself looked in otherwise perfect shape.

While most of the other Amazons that came with you disperse, some stay to debrief the Queen as she takes you along to the throne room.

At the entrance you’re met with a set of Amazons. Swiftly, they bow to their leader before opening the doors for her.

As you get a look inside your brows raise.

The throne that sits at the end of the velvet walkway is singular, first of all, and a lot bigger and more ornate than anything the British could’ve ever scrounged up. It makes even you impressed.

Queen Diana sits in it with all the air of a woman who knows without a moment of uncertainty that little can harm her.

In the following seconds she moves you to join her too, and you flush hard enough for a slight red hue to tint the deep brown of your cheeks.

The binding along your arms and midsection is so strong that you don’t even bother attempting to wiggle loose as you’re made to sit on the Amazon’s lap.

She’s completely self assured as she discusses her next steps with her council, and it makes you feel hopeless the way they blow off the US’s push back efforts as nothing. Easily solvable.

And all while you’re sitting on her lap like a trophy.

Eventually she dismisses everyone but the guards at the door and you're as alone as you’ll get.

You swallow thickly, glancing up at her through your lashes.

It’s a last ditch attempt but you try it anyway.

“If you kill me it’ll be all the US needs to join the war and deploy their forces.”

She looks down at you with a subtle raise of a brow.

“It’s adorable that you think you can scare me,” The Queen says. “Your government is so pathetic they jump at their own shadow. What threat could they ever possibly be to me when they can barely handle the problems within their own borders?”

She laughs, a boisterous sound that you feel just as much as you hear, and you’re unintentionally shaken in her hold. You knew it was a long shot but damn. She didn’t just shoot your idea down, she busted a fucking gut at it. You pout.

Yeah, you were screwed.

The Queen looked fucking unreal when she laughed though; you were a little winded.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! I love dark!WW, and she was too good looking in the Flash Point animation style; fourteen year old me literally couldn’t handle it.

Also— boy, has this one been in the works for a hot ass minute, but at least now it’s finally out.

In general, though, I’m trying to get out fics with more of The Trinity as a focus that aren’t just Batman fics. So yeah.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[realhotgirlshiii3]

𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚? 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙. 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧? 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙. 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙜? 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢, “𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙” “𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 “𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙩. 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮. “𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤” 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙧.

[blackynsupremacy]

idgaf about what’s canon, if you want to romantically write them to be with a black girl, do it!

[blond3ang3l]

Part two of “nightwings best friend” series

Small summary- reader being comforted by Dick after a rough night. TW- talk and hints about at s/a and ed’s

Really angst and strong topics

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You were staying the night at the batmansion with Dick. Surprise to no one, they were used to you being over there. Your own family wasn’t perfect, his wasn’t either but yours made his look like angels. Now Dick wasn’t home at the time so you were actually sitting with Jason in the living room. He watched you grow up alongside Dick so he knew you pretty well. And just like Dick you were a pain in his ass, but he loved you like he did the rest of his siblings. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing you he would never find out directly.

The silence between you guys was thick. Though, not really a bad one. While you two were mindlessly staring at the tv his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He was never good at making people feel better. He didn’t even try to make himself feel better when he was upset, but he knew he wanted to help. He just couldn’t find the words to do so. Feeling his arm around you actually helped you relax. You were still tense but there was an unspoken understanding between you two.

When Dick came home he saw you and knew you were upset so the two of you went to his room. At first it was awkward and tense. Something that hadn’t happened to you guys in years.

“I saw him today…”

Jason’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Him? Who were you talking about? There’s a lot of hims. Your ex? Your dad? He needed you to be specific?

“Who? I’m not picking up on what you’re saying.”

“Him. Like, ya know? That guy.”

It took your emphasis for it to click in Dick’s head. Now he understood why you were upset. You seen the man who basically ruined you in your eyes. A man that hurt you years prior, you thought you escaped him but managed to see him for the first time in what felt like forever. It was horrifying. What happened to you caused a switch in your personality for a while. You shut off completely. Refusing to let anyone touch you. After a few weeks of this people gave up on you. They felt you were being “too demanding”. That they understood what happened but they weren’t him so why couldn’t they touch you?

When you started to close off Dick remained by your side. He saw you were struggling, and gave you the time you needed. It took months for you guys to get back to the place you are now. Cuddling, holding hands, sitting on his lap, anything like that. He was patient with you, more than your own family. He let you cry to him every night. He had you stay with him in his apartment cause you didn’t feel safe alone, and whenever he wasn’t home you’d stay with Tim or Jason. Even Stephanie and Duke stayed with you despite being younger. They all loved you dearly and could see how Dick felt about you

“How do you feel hun?”

“…I feel gross.”

Your voice was so soft as it came out. His eyes softened as you fell into his chest. His heart hurt for you. He didn’t know if you’d fall back into the place you had worked so hard to get out of. Your tears started to wet his shirt as he you tight to his chest. Neither of you know what was going to happen or how it would affect you, but you did know no matter what Dick would be there for you.

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So this actually will be a series, short fics of headcanons for him. There will also be one for Bruce and Jason!

[kkeidawrites]

For You

Day 8 of Blacktober is done!

CW: Little Smut, so turn your brightness down.

Date night went great as usual, Y/n expected to find herself heading back to her flat in uptown Gotham and start on her dress down from the night.

However, the car she rode in passed by the highway that would take her straight to her house and she looked to her left at her boyfriend Dick Grayson.

He normally would tell her where they would be going as Y/n wasn’t too big on surprises.

“Are we taking a detour?” She asks.

Dick places a finger over his lips and shushes her with a playful grin on his face.

“It’s a secret, just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He says and U/n raises a brow at him suspiciously.

45 minutes later, Y/n sees a new scenery it still surprises her at how vibrant the trees looked. The sun was coming down and Y/n awed at the pretty hues that illuminated the sky.

When the car had finally stopped, Y/n didn’t even notice until Dick grabbed her left hand sitting in her lap. Her eyes found Dick’s practically beaming face and tilted her head in confusion.

Dick gets out of the car and walks over to Y/n’a side, opening her door and holding out his hand to help her out. She takes his much larger hand and is helped out of the car.

Y/n looked around the to see what the big surprise was until, her eyes widened in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips.

Their view of the landscape was so vast and beautiful, complete opposite of the dark clouds and shadows that crept in every alley that Gotham was known for.

The night and the day were perfectly in sync with each other, the night sky slowly approaching the horizon and the sun disappearing into the lowered clouds to rest for the next day to come.

“Dick, wow…how is this even possible to time?” Y/n asks and Dick lays out a blanket to cover the hood of his car.

“I had a little help, it’s good to have a little brother that knows how to do math and know his astronomy.” He chuckles.

Y/n sits on the hood of the car bringing her knee up to her chest as Dick sits next to her.

“Thank you Dick. This was a wonderful surprise, and you know I hate surprises.”

“That’s why I made this into a secret and not a surprise.” He says and Y/n pushes his shoulder playfully.

“You and that mouth, it’s going to get you into trouble.” She giggles and Dick smirks at her.

“Good trouble I hope?” He leans in closer and Y/n lowers her eyes to his lips.

“If you can find it.” She smiles slyly and moves in closer to him.

“I think I did.” His lips finds hers and the two interlock in a heated kiss.

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Clothes have been thrown to the ground, perhaps losing a couple pieces of cloth in the wooden area but that didn’t deter the couple.

Dick was thrusting his lower body on Y/n’s pussy, letting her juices coat his dick as the two wrestled in a tongue match.

Y/n rubbed down his back and pinched his ass making the taller man jump in delight.

Parting from their kiss, Dick kisses down her body until he is at her pelvic area and kneels down.

Dick’s head is between her legs as he feasts away at her pussy. Y/n bites her lip in pleasure and pulls on his hair.

“We can’t just do this, we’re in public Dick!” She says in a breathless voice.

“I don’t hear any complaints from you.” He says and is quick to return to eating her out.

Y/n cries out in pleasure and places a hand over her mouth to avoid any further noise from leaving her.

Dick inserted two fingers inside of her and began thrusting quickly into her. Y/n didn’t want to get any louder than what she was and grabbed his wrist that currently had his fingers inside her.

“You bastard!” She whisper yells and Dick just grins.

“Only for you.”

[almondmilkcleanser]

❝ You were thinking about you while

I'm thinking 'bout we❞

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BUILDING NO. 9 (18+)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — the most unexpected twists and turns can land you in circumstances you never would dream of, even on your worst day. Follow Kaymari's story as one of her simplest decisions changes the trajectory of her entire life. And it all started at Building #9.

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Excitedly, I looked out the window as the trees flew past us. It was finally happening, our first apartment together! We had been through so much together that it couldn't have been better timing for us to sign the paperwork for our new place.

And it seemed to happen so quickly. When we signed our leasing agreeagreement,women inside were friendly and ready to give us our keys. It was like a dream. I knew for a fact that moving to a new city, away from the drama, and away from the bitches, would do us both good.

"A new start," I said to myself, a small smile spreading across my face.

"What you said, bae?" Damarius, my boyfriend of 3 years, reached over to hold my hand while his other caressed the steering wheel of our moving truck.

"Huh?" I rubbed his knuckles, eyeing my name, Kaymari, etched across in detailed cursive. "Oh, nothing, babe. I can't believe it!" I squealed, kissing his hand once more.

"Well, believe it, bae. We here and it's gonna be nothing but new beginnings and new experiences for the both of us."

"You're not scared?" I was speaking for myself, but I looked over to him for reassurance. "This is away from your friends, away from your family, away from..." My thoughts wandered to other undesirable scenarios, making me sink back into my seat. I saw the gates of our apartment open up as we pulled up, It was the middle of the afternoon and things seemed to be calm, the perfect time to unpack and relax after a stressful move.

"From?" his tone made me wince, causing me to look away.

"Nothing, baby. It's silly." I heard the subtle suck of his teeth, making me feel more self-conscious about letting the past get to me yet again.

"Kay-Kay, I thought you said we weren't going to do-"

"And we're not," I immediately stopped him. This wasn't going to ruin our day. It just wasn't.

"You're right, baby. We're not going to do it."

He didn't say anything else but instead kissed my hand again before placing both back on the steering wheel.

"Home sweet home."

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We unloaded our truck little by little, carefully taking down boxes that had our TV, our glass table, and my other delicate pieces of furniture. Every so often, he would walk away or hop back into the truck to answer the phone but I didn't mind it. It was a busy day, we were still finalizing the closing process of our previous home and our family continued to call as the day circulated on. But nothing could stop my high. I was in a new, even bigger space, with the love of my life. We even talked about marriage and planning a family on the way up here and it made my heart swell. This could be our chance to get things together.

I had faith in us. And this new place, Building 7 to be exact, was going to be the beginning of a new life for the both of us.

"Let me take that, bae." Damarius grabbed the large box from my hands and double-stepped it in front of me to hold the door open. We were on the first floor, thankfully, so the unloading process was easier than ever.

When he placed the box down, I surprised him with a kiss. Small pecks on the cheek turned into longer, steamier kisses on the neck. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer by my ass so he could deepen the kiss.

"You better stop that shit before I say fuck the furniture." He growled, kissing me once more on the neck.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our door was still open wide for anyone to see, but we didn't care. The way he held me and looked into my eyes made me feel the need to bless the house quicker than I initially planned.

Damarius laughed and released his grip on me to pick up another box. "You know how y'all be about the shower so I'm going to start unloading the bathroom stuff. See what else is small and bring the rest inside. I got my boys coming to unload the big items."

I flexed my arms, pouting in defeat. "You don't think I'm strong enough?"

He burst into laughter, turning on his heel to head into our bathroom. "I Know You're not. And I don't need you breaking the bedframe, babe!"

"Jerk." I flipped him off as he walked away. I didn't want to unload a couch any fucking way. As I prepared to walk off, I noticed he left his phone on the kitchen counter. Not thinking anything of it, I grabbed it to bring to him, only for it to buzz to life. The number wasn't saved and oddly enough, it only rang for 3 seconds before stopping.  Seconds later, his phone vibrated, signaling a text message.

I don't want to go back to my old self. We have already been through this. He's changed. I've changed. I've changed.

As badly as my old instincts wanted to revisit this situation, I took a deep breath and followed Damarius into the bathroom. When I handed him his phone, he looked surprised.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Not sure. The number wasn't saved." I could sense him tense up only to quickly relax his facial expression. He took out the tools to change the shower head, putting the phone face down on the sink.

"It must be Joe coming to unload the truck, I'll get back to him. Thanks, baby."

"You're welcome, babe."

As I walked back to the truck, our apartment building seemed to be coming to life. Kids were coming home from school, adults coming home from work, the usual. I looked above me to the second floor and spotted one of my neighbors. He was taller, athletically built, with locs neatly cascading down his back. He stood on the balcony shirtless, on the phone, looking down at me as well.

We shot each other a friendly wave before I focused back on the task at hand. When I grabbed another box, I turned around to look in the same direction as my neighbor, only to find him gone.

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“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

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Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. Like for example, imagine if someone asked if you wanted some fresh fruit they grew themselves. You agree, and when they show up, instead of handing you fruit, they give you a carton of eggs. Now, you might not mind eating eggs, but you were promised fresh fruit, not eggs.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

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