#dc x black!reader

[kkeidawrites]

The Return

The death of Jason Todd had become a huge news story and the media had created rumors that Bruce Wayne and anyone affiliated with him were involved in his death. Y/n’s parents were the main ones who suspected that Bruce is the only person who may be involved with Jason.

After Bruce wasn’t able to find Jason’s body for a proper burial, it was best to make it private. It was decided that only family and friends were allowed to attend the funeral.

Of course to fit this sad time, it was raining, the church where the funeral was held was warm from the infinite amount of candles that mourners were holding in their hands.

Y/n, 18 at the time, walked up to the closed casket of the missing body of her best friend. She knew there wasn’t a body inside she had weaseled that information out of Alfred.

Y/n places a hand on the casket and kisses the top of it, her eyes blank but tears rolling down her face. A visible representation of a young girl who lost her first love.

“I promise, Jason. I promise I will find you, I’ll never stop trying nor will I stop looking. I won’t.” She swore and lingered at the casket for a couple of minutes before returning to her seat.

That evening, the casket was lowered into the cold wet ground, a tombstone welcoming its new owner with open arms. Y/n was held by her mother’s warm embrace and kisses to her brow. She didn’t know the real truth, no one in her family did. Good.

It was better that way.

Once the funeral was over, both family members and friends made their departure to their respected cars, leaving only Dick, Barbara, Alfred, and Bruce still sobbing over the casket. Y/n felt like she couldn’t breathe.

They knew that Jason wasn’t down there, why were they putting on such a show? They needed to get to work and find Jason’s real body so that they could bury him. Y/n balled her fists in anger and eventually turned away, going to her car and driving home.

“I’ll do what they want do. I’ll find Jason myself.” She vows.

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The next two years goes by and the relationships between the Wayne and L/n families had completely changed.

Nobody from the L/n family was allowed to have any contact with Bruce Wayne or work with anyone affiliated with Wayne Industries. Y/n had moved on with her life, graduating from high school with honors, going to college in game design and engineering and graduated early with honors as well.

Working at a great gaming company and creating video games was all she wanted to do when she got older, here she was working on her newest project: The Return of the Red Prince.

Y/n now 21 years old, could work her own hours and it was only Monday through Friday, a plus for her. Yep, a regular working woman now with a great job and living in a nice condo that she had bought for herself in Midtown Gotham. She practically had it all.

But something was missing.

Y/n walked around her condo in her silk robe and a towel on her head, as she carried a large box in her arms.

She found herself sitting on the plush grey couch in her living room and taking out the items inside.

It was all of the memories that she had made with Jason, mangas, old cosplay from previous cons they attended, old phones that she had throughout the years, and letters they had sent when one of their phones were taken away because of punishment.

Each piece of memorabilia she smiled at, good times in such a short time that they had known each other. She picks up a photo frame and a warm smile spreads across her lips.

A picture of the two of them on a building in downtown Gotham, Y/n had pulled him into the photo while he was drinking soda and it had ended up getting it on his shirt. It was a fun night, full of laughs and memories. It was also that same night that he had disappeared. Only 17 years old.

Y/n runs a finger over the glass frame where Jason was and sighed sadly.

“I’m keeping my promise Jason. I’m still looking for you.” She whispers. Y/n hugs the frame close to her chest and closes her eyes.

For years, Y/n has been using every outlet of missing persons agencies to get more information of Jason’s whereabouts, every month providing those agencies with possible leads to where he is located. Her idea of him being at Arkham Island kept coming back in the reports that she would have but as usual, no one would listen to her.

There is a good thing in this long process, Y/n was able to find people who were missing and return them to their families or at least bring closure to them.

Putting the frame on her coffee table, Y/n gets up and goes over to her bedroom. Walking into her bathroom, she takes off the towel on her head and picks up her homemade hair oil. Pouring a large amount of it on her palms, she applies it to her edges and parts her hair to oil her scalp.

Once she’s done, Y/n wraps her hair up in a silk bonnet and walks back into the living room, picking up the knocked over pillows that she doesn’t remember being there before.

“Nice place you got here,” the voice makes Y/n jump and turn around to see someone sitting in her lounge chair. With their feet up and still wearing their shoes.

“Can I help you?” She asks crossing her arms.

Another perk of living in Gotham, randoms always coming up in her space with some mess she ain’t got anything to do with.

They were shrouded in the shadows and the only thing Y/n could make out was the glowing blue eyes that stared at her.

“I don’t know yet. Have a seat won’t you?”

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Have a happy holidays!

Enjoy Part 5! Be sure to like, comment, share, and reblog!

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[blackynsupremacy]

black girls,

write 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.”

[realhotgirlshiii3]

𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡…. 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀, 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙… 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 (𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙎𝙎𝙎!!!) 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 “𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮”

[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 !

[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]

┌───･ ｡ﾟ☆: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 :☆ﾟ. ───┐

!! 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 !!

my project tag name(s): #mtcloudsworld or #mtcloud's thoughts

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

00 | 𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬 | nanami kento

01 | 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑬 | nanami kento

02 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑺, 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 | suguru getou

03 | 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 | nanami kento

04 | 𝟓:𝟑𝟎 | nanami kento

05 | 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀 | nanami kento

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

00 | 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬 | onyankopon

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃

00 | 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒 | red hood

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

00 | 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 | nanami kento; suguru getou

01 | 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 | jason todd; suguru getou; ryomen sukuna; nanami kento

02 | 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 | nanami kento; ryomen sukuna

03 | 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑴, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 | suguru getou; ryomen sukuna; onyankopon

04 | 𝐈'𝐌𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 | sukuna ryomen; nanami kento; renji abarai; toji fushiguro; suguru getou

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

00 | 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑼𝑴𝑵

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

00 | 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 | nanami kento series

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Dividers: @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[apocalypse-shuffle]

DIANA PRINCE | WONDER WOMAN (the flashpoint paradox)

—

“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!

[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!

[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!

[realhotgirlshiii3]

𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙭 𝙬/ 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 <3

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙤…

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨. 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨)

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙗 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢? 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙢, 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠. 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛

[ramen-flavored]

my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

[nosyrobin]

“this is so us!”

Damian x male!reader

Male reader and Damian seeing a black cat hiss at them. The black cat moves in front of a brown one, seeming to protect it as its green eyes turn into slits. Damian glares at the black cat as you just stand behind him weirded out.

“Dude…it’s like..us. But cats.” You say jokingly, moving to the brown cat who seemed to warm up immediately to you. You cooed at it as Damian and the black cat still glare at each other.

“Dami stop it!” You say, the brown cat also hissed at the black cat as well. Making the two black haired/fur beings look at the two and behave. Damian scoffed as the cat just meowed deeply as well. Moving towards the brown cat who seemed to purr at the black one. You started to put the brown cat down.

Damian immediately grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he just mumbles in Arabic. Probably cursing bout that cat, he loves animals. But that animal was an asshole.

But so was he.

[hon3ybabe]

jason todd x black reader is so veronica and kev from shameless coded

[lxvvie]

You and your never-ending quest to make Jason Todd blush.

And it's working, gorgeous. Christ, it's working.

If it isn't the gifts you spring up on him out of abso-fucking-lutely nowhere, it's the compliments. He's every kind of pretty, hot, gorgeous, stunning, everything that lets him know he's the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on, and fuck if his cheeks aren't flaming hot.

And if it isn't either one of those, it's the way you remind Jason that he's better than he thinks he is and while he may not be the quintessential paragon of virtue, he's what the city needs, and you can't imagine a world without him. That and he makes some good ass coffee in the morning.

Gee, thanks, baby.

But what really gets Jason is the way you look at him, the way you see past the scars and tough exterior and he can't help but wonder if he looks as lovestruck as you do whenever he sees you because he feels it—feels you—with every fiber of his being.

And then you surprised him with flowers one day—"I saw them and they reminded me of you, Jaybear."

And not only is his entire face on fire, but he's a puddle of fuckin' goo.

He'd be a fuckin' liar if he said they didn't, either.