I am just making this post to address a few things about me
-> She/Her/Hers
-> Bisexual
-> INFJ
If I write, I'll write for anyone in DC, unless I don't really like them (ex deathstroke and joker). I will write fluff or smut, mostly x reader or a ship I like. I might write for fallout characters soon, as I am a huge fan of the games.
I am 20 and at UNI (please don't ask me what im majoring in, I keep switching majors and frankly its gettkng embarrassing how often im switching)
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ã My Favorite...
Comics: Birds Of Prey By Gail Simone, Batman: Night Cries by Archie Goodwin and Scott Hampton, Batgirl (2000- 2006 series), Transformers by Daniel Warren Johnson, and so many more!
Books: The Secret History, Tender is the Flesh, and To Kill a Mockingbird.
Characters:
DC: Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Richard Grayson, Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent
Fallout: Craig Boone, Moira Brown, Nick Valentine, and Fisto.
Games: The Batman Arkham series and The Fallout series.
Movies: The Batman (2022), The Green Mile, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
Shows: Wonder Woman (the 70s Lynda Carter series) and Batman the Animated Series
ã Politics
⥠Fuck generative AI
⥠Fuck Trump
⥠Fuck ICE
⥠Free Palestinian
⥠Free Congo
⥠Free Sudan
⥠Free Ukraine
⥠If you don't at least try to speak up about any injustices occurring in the world, you are a LOSER
⥠LGBTQIA+ rights
⥠Fuck fast fashion and brands who practice animal cruelty
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summary | after a mission leaves you stranded in a motel room with a single bed, an opportunity arises that you'd only ever dreamed of.
cw | only one bed but no plot, just straight porn. afab terminology for reader, dinah calls reader pretty/good girl.
You wake to a leg between your thighs, Dinahâs warm breath fluttering across your neck, and her arm slung over your waist. Freezing, your mind races as you all but forget how to breathe, vividly aware of the way Dinahâs body is moulded to your back, her warmth seeping through your clothes and into your skin.Â
The scent of the cheap motel shampoo sheâd used lingered in your nose, blonde strands tickling the skin of your bare arm. Her thigh moves, pressing more firmly against you, causing you to jolt in surprise before freezing once more, hoping you havenât woken her.Â
Sleep promptly gone from your system, you can no longer ignore the dull, pleasant throb in your lower belly, the thrum of arousal in your veins as you have to fight not to grind down against Dinah instinctively. Biting your lip harshly, you barely contain the moan threatening to break free as her fingers twitch against the soft skin of your stomach.Â
âNone of that now, pretty girl. Why donât you sing for me?â Her amused, husky voice rings out through the darkness.Â
âDinah? What are youââÂ
âIsnât it obvious? Iâm just doing what youâve been thinking about since we got to this shitty motel.â Her fingers dip into the front of your sleep shorts, humming appreciatively when she feels the wetness gathered.Â
âAll this for me?â Her middle finger swipes over your clit, and you gasp, hips jerking as you clutch her wrist. Dinah pauses, âSay the word, and Iâll stop.â
âNo, wait.â Your skin burns, breath trembling as you fight to regain any semblance of control. Youâd be lying if you said youâd never thought of having Dinah like this, dreamt of tasting her, but youâd never dared to cross that boundary. As far as you were aware, Dinah didnât even date women. âWant thisâWant you.â
The confession lingers heavy in the air, silent but for your semi-laboured breaths intermingling with hers. Just when you think sheâs about to change her mind, Dinahâs ripping your bottoms down, a pleased hum escaping her throat when you lift your hips to aid her pursuit.Â
Hooking your thigh over her hip, she rolls you slightly, giving her left arm enough room to slide beneath your back, pushing your top up to palm your tits as she reaches back for your soaked pussy. Your wetness coats her fingers as you grind down on her hand, attempting to coax her touch where you want her most. Â
âDinâah, please donât tease.â You feel the curve of her lips smirk against the warm skin of your neck, before her tongue darts out, licking a trail up your jaw.Â
âSorry, honey, is this what you want?â No sooner have the words passed her lips, than her middle finger swipes across your clit before she settles into a steady rhythm that has you seeing stars. Toes curling, your eyelids flicker shut, head falling back onto Dinahâs shoulder as she continues to lavish bites and kisses across every inch of available skin.Â
Thighs clenching and spasming, you bite down on your lip, trying to prevent the string of what was sure to be embarrassing noises. Your efforts get you a particularly harsh bite to the shoulder as Dinahâs fingers pull away, punching a whine from your chest.Â
âNo! Mâsorry, mâso close, please.â You gasp, tongue heavy in your mouth and nearly uncooperative. She pauses, deliberating, and though itâs only for a second, it feels like an eternity. Dinah groans, and the short burst of satisfaction you feel at breaking through her composure is immediately overwhelmed once she starts touching you again.Â
âFuckâYes.â Uninhibited, you babble a string of pleas and semi-intelligible words as you frantically cant your hips, grinding into Dinahâs touch, thighs beginning to tremble once more. Youâre unsure if itâs because it's been so long since youâve had a partner you trusted so much, or if itâs because itâs Dinah, but you barely manage to warn her before your thighs clamp shut on her hand, spine arching as your orgasm slams into you.Â
Your hips twitch, chest heaving as you gasp for oxygen and skin tingling pleasantly as you slowly come down from the intense high. Her hands retreat, rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hip as she murmurs words of praise, âgood girl.â
Delight unfurls in your chest, thrumming through your veins as you recover enough to roll on top of her, thighs bracketing hers as you cage her in your arms. Humming, you lean down and finally kiss her, pride and arousal flaring when she moans into you.Â
Itâs everything youâve dreamed of and more, her lips soft and pliable against yours as she eagerly returns your kisses. As much as you wish to spend hours simply kissing her, you long to taste her, your mouth displaying a mind of its own as you trail kisses down her jaw and over her exposed collarbone.Â
Reaching down to tug off her top, you freeze when it's her turn to grip your wrists, a somewhat bashful expression you never thought youâd live to see plastered across her face, âDi? Whatâs wrongâĻIs it me?â You frown, starting to pull back, stopping when she frowns, shaking her head softly.Â
âItâs not youâItâs justâĻ Iâve neverâwith a woman.â Her cheeks burn, eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as you try not to stare slack-jawed, blood roaring in your ears.Â
âYouâNever?â You sound a little strangled, trying to reconcile her sudden reserved behaviour with her previous confidence, and to downplay the possessive thrill that had shot through you at the knowledge that you were her first.Â
Clearing your throat, you make sure to keep your voice soft, âAre you sure you want this?â
Despite her previous reservations, Dinah nods emphatically, moving to shuck off her shirt before you can even blink, your mouth running dry at the sight of her perfect tits, âWell, are you just going to stare, orââ Swiftly, you silence her with a kiss before continuing your previous crusade, marking a trail down her body with your lips.
Dinah squirms under your touch, so receptive, letting out pleased hums and gasps until you reach the waistband of her pants. No sign of her previous hesitation, she eagerly lifts her hips, letting you discard the remainder of her clothing.Â
Sheâs soaked, and the sight alone has you groaning in anticipation, thighs clenching around nothing, âsuch a pretty pussy, you gonna let me taste?â
Half propped up against the pillows and using her elbows to support her weight, Dinah watches you through half-lidded eyes, tongue darting across plush lips as she nods, âyes, god, please justââ
Hooking her thighs over your shoulders, you slowly swipe your tongue through her slick folds, moaning at her taste and sending tingles up her spine at the vibration. Scrambling for purchase, Dinahâs fingers clench the sheets, hips attempting to buck against your mouth as you hold her down, âfaster, please.â
âNow why would I do that, when weâve got all night?âÂ
Youâd wanted Dinah for so long, and now that you finally had her, you were going to savour it, and if you happened to ruin the concept of men in the process? Well, that would just be too bad.
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Im on a roy harper kick rn, so if anyone has any good ao3 recommendations please PLEASE lmk!!! Can be fluffy or smutty just drop some good recs and comic recs if anyone has them too
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Barbara / Dinah during her oracle era? Anything you want !!
Just Friends, Right? Part One
Barbara Gordon x Dinah Lance
wlw, mutual pining, friends with benefits who eventually turn into something more.
UGH, NOW THEM IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE!! Thank you, anon, for this request. And THANK YOU for giving me a good reason to reread the Hunt For Oracle storyline written by Ch*uck D!xon (sorry, I hate him so I'm censoring his name), which encompasses issues 45-46 of Nightwing and 20-21 of Birds of Prey. The intro is very heavily based on that story.
Synopsis: Dinah Lance and Barbara Gordon are best friends who met through working together. They became fast friends, but it quickly turned into something more than friends, just toeing the line of what's defined as a relationship.
Warnings: Mentions of being shot, mentions of sex but there is no smut, kissing, talk of seizures, guns, drinking, they aren't drunk but are tipsy, Richard Grayson mentioned
Right after dinah finds out about oracle's identity, they become friends but it quickly turns into friends with benefits. Mutual pining.
Black Canary, AKA Dinah Lance, had been working with the mysterious entity known as Oracle. It seemed that Oracle knew everything about everyone, including herself- that was hardly difficult to fathom because Oracle had chosen Dinah to be her foot soldier.
The more and more time spent working with/for Oracle, the more Dinah became invested in wanting to know more about the mysterious Oracle. She knew Oracle was a female who worked with the Suicide Squad in the past, as well as the vigilantes in Gotham, where Dinah was from. All that's listed above is all Dinah knew about Oracle- well, that and she had an insanely strong will, was intelligent, witty, and at times overbearing. Lord knows that the two of them have had their rough patches, even if you didn't count the endless number of times Dinah became upset with Oracle because she felt Oracle was being too controlling.
However curious Dinah was to find out more about Oracle only seemed limited to whatever Dinah could pick up through conversation. She wasn't a detective afterall. (at least on her own time, sometimes missions with Oracle required detective work, but said detective work was really just Dinah getting evidence and then Oracle pricing the mystery itself together.)
Others, unlike Dinah, were more than eager to try to discover who Oracle was. Blockbuster, the ruling crime king of BlÃŧdhaven. Blockbuster hired a cohort of people ranging from mercenaries like Lady Vic to so-called hacking experts. Their plan was to find people whom Oracle worked with (Dinah and Richard Grayson), and attempt to torture them into giving up any information they knew on Oracle. To Blockbuster, Oracle was an omnipotent being and, more importantly, a thorn in his side that he needed to be rid of, because without Oracle, vigilantes in all of Gotham, BlÃŧdhaven, and other large hubs would be wounded by Oracle's loss. Oh, and Oracle had been taking money from Blockbuster's offshore accounts and funneling the funds to more charitable causes.
Oracle knew all of this (because of course she did) and devised a plan for when they eventually came for her. She moved around a bit and finally settled in a docked submarine for her temporary base. She would be damned if she was going out without a fight. Dinah and Dick had both been held up and couldn't immediately come to Oracle's aid. So when Blockbuster and his hired help came knocking, Oracle had already laid out trap after trap after trap. Eventually, Oracle went in herself to give the hired goons a handful of bruises that would hurt like hell. Due to some of the exessive nature of the traps, the submarine she was operating in was actively filling up with water, which she used to her advantage.
Damn!
One of the goons had shot her. Dinah was actively blaming herself for not driving faster to Oracle. Oracle was running out of options. The submarine was filling with water, she was shot, and her legs had already been rendered immobile years ago. She only had one option left: save herself and swim to the top. When she got to the top, Dinah was there.
Dinah pulled Oracle out of the water, saying
"Got here right on time, huh, Oracle... you are Oracle, right?"
"No... not Oracle. It's Barbara. Call me Barbara,"
That was when Dinah finally discovered the Oracle's name for the first time. Dinah held Oracle, embracing her before helping Barbara to safety.
Dinah quickly grew to calling Oracle, Barbara, and then transitioned into calling Barbara, Babs.
Since Babs told Dinah her identity and invited her into Bab's life, the two became friends quickly. They would hangout at the Clocktower, either actively working on a case or just passively spending their downtime together. Somehow, take-out was always present.
With every major event, good or bad, they were there for eachother. When Barbara found herself with an odd ability to directly communicate with computers and suffered a seizure, it was Dinah who brought her to the Hospital, and Dinah who was by Barbara's side when Babs awoke. And the flowers Dick Grayson brought over.
"The flowers? From Dick. Honestly, I haven't even heard of half of these flowers, and I'm the one who owns a floral shop... what a try hard," Dinah says as she embraces Babs, who was still just waking up.
"Didn't stick around long, hm?" She asks.
"Not at all. Not like me anyways," Dinah jokes, still holding Babs. Dinah really didn't want to let go. Barbara's seizure had scared the living shit out of Dinah. A small, irrational part of Dinah kept whispering that if Dinah let go of Babs, it would mean letting go forever.
"I'm better for ya than he ever was" Dinah continues on. It might've been a bit snide on her part, but Babs herself was no stranger to criticizing Dinah's love intrests.
"I don't doubt that... we broke up for a reason- but hey, since you said that, now you aren't allowed to ever give me shit for mentioning your past flames"
"Fair point. They were all pretty shitty, hm? Even Ollie to an extent,"
"Hey, I'm better for you anyways," Barbara replies, echoing Dinah's earlier statement.
It was moments like that that forced both Barbara and Dinah to consider the parameters of what they both considered friendship. Friendship that was rife with moments like that, where the words seemed too sincere to be just playful, meaningless flirtation. Where the embraces lastd too long. Where Dinah's hands lingered on Babs' neck or back when giving her a massage.
On a night when Dinah successfully completed a mission, she brought a bottle of nice wine and some takeout from the Italian restaurant that was near the Clocktower. The mission wasn't necessary a big one, but it was the kind that left someone with hope.
Upon entering the Clocktower, Dinah went over to where Barbara was parked in front of her oversized monitor and wrapped her arms around the redhead from behind.
"You reek of garlic. Wherever you went, you better have brought me something," Barbara begins.
"I brought stuff for us," Dinah corrects. "And a nice bottle of wine..."
"Aww, you shouldn't have... give me a few minutes and I'll be there." With that, Barbara wraps up the file she is working on, unsets the break on her wheelchair and goes over to where Dinah was laying out the to-go boxes, filled with overpriced appetizers, pasta, breadsticks, and dessert.
"Since it was just Valentine's Day, buisness at the Floral Shop was really booming, so I splurged," Dinah confesses. "Did you have a valentine?"
"No, I didn't" Barbara begins, lifting herself out of her wheelchair and onto the couch next to Dinah. "Ted Kord did try to call, but I missed it... plus I can't say I'm all too interested anymore. Did you have a valentine?"
"No, too busy allowing myself to enjoy the vacation you just recently took me off of." Dinah says, pouring them each a healthy helping of the wine. "Consider this my unofficial late 'will you be my valentine?'"
"Me? Be your valentine?"
"Yeah, I know it's late, but I already said this. What, is this set up not romantic enough for you, Babs?"
"Not nearly romantic enough. No roses, no chocolate, no nothing!" She replied sarcastically. "But, I suppose I'll have to settle... yeah, I'll be your valentine."
"Hey, there is chocolate in the dessert I got us, actually, so you can take that comment back!"
The sarcastic, flirty banter between them continued as they ate and sipped on the wine. Each one wondered to what extent the other was saying was true. And, to what extent they themselves were telling the truth within the "joking" remarks.
By the time they got to dessert, the wine had been finished, leaving them both full physically and a bit tipsy. They cleaned up the coffee table they had eaten on and settled down to watch a movie. Both were in a bit of a food coma. They lay on each other while watching the movie. Barbara's head was lying on Dinah's breast, near enough to hear her heartbeat, and Dinah had her arms wrapped securely around Babs' torso, with Dinah's chin almost sitting on Barbara's head. Barbara was severely slumped down (made sense considering Dinah is really short and Babs is relatively tall, that's the only way this position would work)
"What if you were my valentine next year, too?" Dinah asks. Her tone was a bit too bold to be fully brushed off as yet again, just playful.
"I wouldn't mind that," Barbara says.
Dinah kissed the top of Barbara's head, right in the middle where Babs' hair parted.
"Do you mind that?" Dinah asks, too cautiously for someone who's always so bold.
"... no," Barbara replies cautiously.
Dinah then moved to kiss Barbara's temple, asking the same thing yet again.
"And that?"
She continues doing the thing, until finally after Barbara confirmed she didnt mind a kiss planted by Dinah on the corner of her lip, did Dinah fully kiss her. It was just a soft peck at first, followed by the same damn question that was beginning to annoy Barbara.
"And tha-"
"Yes- just stop being a tease," Barbara interrupts, pulling Dinah toward her and kissing her. The kiss was still soft, but became heated all too soon. Too soon for either to really savor. However, savoring didn't really matter at this point anymore. What mattered is that both were now... needy.
In the morning, Dinah woke up first, lying in bed next to Barbara. For a moment, she just stared at the redhead, trying to remember the last time she saw Babs without her glasses. The last time was when she told Dinah her name. Looking back on the memory, a sense of fondness filled Dinah, which was ironic because in that moment, there was nothing but worry felt by her.
Realizing she allowed herself to get caught up in the thing of Barbara in such a fond light after the previous night's actions almost frightened Dinah. She had never... been with a woman. In fact, the Canary never considered herself anything but heterosexual until Barbara came along. Maybe that's why she and Ollie never seemed to keep things "on" for long in their on-and-off relationship.
Dinah pushed the tough out of her mind, not wanting to explore the implications of what any of this meant. For now, she'd just get up, take a shower, start some coffee, and maybe even breakfast.
It was another hour before Babs awoke. She woke up to find the half of the bed Dinah was sleeping in was cold; Babs' first thought was that Dinah left. The thought was wiped away when she heard the distant sound of the coffee machine dripping from the kitchen. Babs sat up, took a few deep breaths, and then began to do her morning stretches out of habit. The stretches helped manage her pain- the mornings always seemed to be the worst. Babs was always sore when she woke up, but now even moreso due to her activities from the night before. It also wasn't just soreness- it was a bit of a slap in the face because for the first 23 some years of her life, she was perfectly able bodied, and able to jump out of bed. Every morning, there was still a small piece of her that tried to fall back into that same routine she had before she became paralyzed: just jump out of bed! But every morning, she reminded herself she couldn't just do that; she now had to work at it. She obviously had accepted her disability long ago, but it wasn't to say she did not have lapses where, momentarily, she wished things were as easy as they once had been.
After her stretches, she pulled herself into her wheelchair and went out to see Dinah cooking breakfast. To anyone observing, it looked like a perfectly domestic situation. Just cooking breakfast for your darling after making love the night before. But it wasn't that. There was unspoken tension in the air. The air was buzzing, but not with excitement, with adversarial chills. Both Dinah and Babs knew that if they spoke about the previous night and its implications, it would explode, like a room filled with gasoline if a match were struck. The only way to combat the tension in the air was to continue on as if nothing happened between them, as if the night spent together was just some type of girls' night where they stayed up through the night telling stupid jokes and not doing things that were more nefarious.
They did just that: talked about anything but- they even talked about the damned weather. Barbara continued as if nothing had happened, and so did Dinah. They continued as if nothing happened for weeks until they found their way into the others' beds yet again. It was a cycle of passionate love, tense mornings, and then back again to the "normalacy" of their friendship.
Their night time meetings and sleepovers became less frequent as the Birds of Prey grew. First with Huntress, then Lady Blackhawk.... then some drama with Huntress and her leaving.
When Huntress left, it put a lot of strain on the team. Barbara felt like a failure as a leader, and Dinah was left wondering if anything Helena said when she left was true. It was mainly Dinah who comforted Barbara after the team's loss of a member. When they had their occasional hookup, for weeks after Helena had left the team, the sex felt more like a stress relief instead of their usual, unspoken love-lets-not-call-it-love making.
A/N- okay, so this is gonna be a two parter, maybe three. I just decided its gna be multiple parts bc I want to write a lot but don't want to keep anyone waiting. There will be a part two, maybe in March bc im gonna be rereading Birds of Prey for Woman's history month.
Guys please send me requests, I want to write. I will write for about anyone in the DC Fandom, fluff or smut. A ship or x Reader, just give me something to write.
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Barbara Gordon sitting in silence with you while you read and she is working from her laptop (the woman never stops working.)
Barbara Gordon being pestered by you to stop working and give you attention.
Barbara Gordon not giving in for almost an hour and a half. Just when you are about to give up, she gives in.
Barbara Gordon who always does this- the constant push and pull that gets so tiring but in the end is oh-so rewarding.
Barbara Gordon who gives you the time of your life once you take her into the bedroom. Her hands and mouth are all over you, most often times your breasts.
Barbara Gordon who holds you so tightly afterwards until the both of you fall asleep in eachothers arms. Sleep always comes easier for the both of you when your together, and always lasts longer.
Barbara Gordon who you slip away from in the late morning, almost afternoon about thirty minutes before she arises in order to make her coffee.
i hate how chinese new year is becoming a trend on tiktok like there's a trend where people are crying about washing their hair during cny like this only applies if you actively celebrate cny/is part of the culture btw some unknown god won't smite you if you don't even celebrate/believe in our culture but you washed your hair this only applies if you actively celebrate cny/is part of the culture
and i hate it when people correct me on using chinese new year and say that i should be using lunar new year. but like other asian countries who celebrate it have different customs and different names for it even tho it originated from china. if ur from that culture/country you use the respective name and lunar new year seems like a very whitewashed name to ME
lunar new year is the english name made by the british when they colonised hongkong, which was a broader project on cultural de-nationalization. they were literally trying to seperate traditions from country identity. (https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/historical-journal/article/entertainment-chinese-culture-and-late-colonialism-in-hong-kong/573A2B3EE5DB2C2042B83C50228E016F + https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=web&rct=j&url=https://www.repository.cam.ac.uk/bitstreams/9a2c39d8-462a-4c70-b4a0-7c191e2d6d6a/download%23:~:text%3DTaking%2520a%2520historical%2520perspective%252C%2520this,and%2520ritualized%2520as%2520regular%2520programmes.&ved=2ahUKEwjPvpKgluGSAxUlyDgGHcHfJdcQ1fkOegQIBhAJ&opi=89978449&cd&psig=AOvVaw0YX74d6CcKVjgo4VOGUqWe&ust=1771439965077000 )
so no im not happy about people pushing others to use lunar new year