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[wakandas-vibranium]

Wednesday Nights || Part Two

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI 👁️, smutty smut, cursing, dirty talk, praise kink, oral(f + m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Here’s part two for all who asked! Please like, comment, and reblog!

part one

part three

part four

part five

You and Joel nibbled on your breakfast while you walked and talked to your apartment. You were somewhat surprised when he agreed, but he seemed to trust you well enough. Everything about him caught your attention. Even the way he walked turned you on. You were down bad.

As you entered your apartment building, he held the door open for you like the gentleman that he was. 

As you waited for the elevator, a touchy-feely couple stood next to you. They were giggling and groping each other, totally devoid of the rest of the world. You and Joel shared a glance. Both of you had the same mischievous twinkle in your eyes. As if to say, they've got the right idea. 

When the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked in. Being in an elevator with two strangers apparently wasn't enough to deter the couple from making out. At the very least, they had enough sense to press the button to their floor. 

As soon as the doors closed, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played in his hair. You weren’t sure what to say, so you both said nothing. The familiarity flowed easily. 

Besides, even if you wanted to say something, the couple was sucking each other's faces so loudly that you wouldn't even be able to hear each other.

Fortunately, the couple got off on the third floor. When the lovey-dovey pair exited the elevator, you realized you hadn't pressed the button for your floor. You pushed yourself away from Joel's grasp and moved over to the column of buttons, pressing floor ten.

As you returned your gaze to Joel, you felt yourself flush. He clearly expected you to walk back into his arms, but you didn't. You stayed exactly where you were. You were suddenly invaded by an overwhelming sense of shyness.  Why did he make you so nervous?

"Don't go gettin' shy on me, darlin'," he teased, lingering at the back of the elevator. 

“I’m not,” you uttered weakly. You definitely were. You were still somewhat in shock that this was the man giving you thigh shaking orgasms over the phone damn near the last six months. Since when did you acquire a steeping pile of luck? 

“Then come here.” 

You swallowed hard. You noticed a pinch in your throat from nerves and shyness, but you took a step toward Joel anyway.

You took two more steps, stopping directly in front of him, and gazed into his mischievous chestnut-brown eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and slowly leaned forward, giving you the opportunity to pull away. He glanced at your lips, coming closer. You sighed deeply and closed the distance, crashing your lips against his in a long-overdue, brutal kiss. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Under his mustache, his lips were smooth and supple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth. His lips tasted of the rich coffee and savory croissant bread you had just shared for breakfast.

You broke the kiss, both of you panting against each other’s lips. Gently, he gripped your shoulders and turned you around to face the elevator doors, his hand wrapping around your midsection as he sucked a tantalizing bruise into your neck. 

"Joel," you moaned, reaching behind you and him to pull him closer and tilting your head to give him better access. 

“Mmhmm,” he grunted softly, “Joel has a much better ring to it than Jay, huh?”

His husky voice, just below your ear, sent heat through every inch of your body. Your clit throbbed and your nipples hardened. You desired him carnally. As his large hands roamed your body, the intense hunger you had for him made it almost impossible for you to simply string together an acceptable sentence.

“Yes," you said, letting out a short sigh of amusement. Jay wasn't much different from Joel, but it was still delightful to be able to moan his real name. 

The elevator chirped, signaling that you had arrived on the tenth floor. You both cracked a smile, and you grabbed his hand, leading him off the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.

You let go of his hand in order to reach inside your purse and pull out your keys. You both walked inside after you unlocked the door. You shut and locked the door, hanging your purse up on the shelf, before entering the living area.

“We should talk,” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat. 

“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Or…I can fuck you for real this time then we can talk after,” he suggested bluntly. 

You swallowed again, taken aback by the bluntness of his words. Still, his words yanked at the neglected coil that rested deep inside your belly.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed, sauntering down the hall and into your bedroom. Joel was hot on your heels, discarding his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the hallway floor before crossing into your room behind you. 

You pulled your shirt and bra over your head, tossing them at Joel before bending down to remove your pants. He chuckled at your antics, bending down to help you lower your panties before setting you down on your bed, hand splayed in the very middle of your breasts, to lay you down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs all the way for me, Y/N." Joel urged resting between your legs. You scooched up the bed a little to give him more space before spreading your legs wider. 

"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips as he eyed your wet pussy. "Already so wet for me, baby." A nervous chill ran down your spine in tense anticipation. For him, you were on display, and there was nowhere to hide.

Joel shifted forward and blew against your clit, causing you to suppress a choked moan at the back of your throat and clutch the sheets on either side of you. 

God, he was such a fucking tease , you thought. No different from your phone calls. 

Slowly and confidently he finally closed his lips around your clit. You jerked against him, startled by the intensity of the sensation. No one had touched you like this in a long time, and those who did couldn't hold a candle to Joel. His breath was hot against your pussy just before his tongue teased open your folds with strong flicks. 

To ground yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. He spread your lips with his fingers, driving his tongue inside you, shaking his head from left to right, slurping up your wetness. You squirmed, crying out.

“Joel,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his brown tresses as your head writhed against the pillows. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that.” He plunged two fingers inside you effortlessly and began sucking harder on your clit until you came in his mouth. 

“Give it to me.” he said, continuing his adroit ministrations. You shuddered, pulsating around his thick fingers. Him talking you through it sounded even better in person than over the phone. He was driving you completely fucking mad .

“You taste so good,” he praised, still swirling his hot tongue against your quivering pussy, sending vibrations through you and making you jerk even harder, “Don’t stop cummin’ for me.” 

“Joel, please baby,” you begged weakly as he continued tonguing your sensitive clit.

“Hold my hand, darlin’,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not done yet.” He announced before putting his head back down to lap at your soaking folds. 

If you weren’t so intoxicated with desire, you’d be mortified by the pathetic whine that just escaped your lips. You were overwhelmed. You couldn't decide what to focus on — your quickening breaths, his comforting hand wrapped around yours, your trembling thighs, his talented tongue, or the delighted moans Joel made as he ate you out for his pleasure.  

You decided to zero in on his expert tongue. His tongue formed a pattern you weren't familiar with yet. You could’ve sworn he just traced the letters J and O onto your clit with his tongue.

Was he spelling his fucking name?

“Are you — are you spelling y-your name?” You asked weakly, mind already blown.

“Mmhmm,” he admitted, laughing softly. The vibrations made you shiver and you were cumming yet again, all kinds of obscene noises fell past your lips. 

You finally pushed his head away and motioned for him to switch spots. It was your turn to have your mouth on him . You sat up on your knees as you watched him settle where you were just a moment ago. 

You straddled his legs, unbuckling his belt, and yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swift motion. Your eagerness must have unlocked some unknown strength. Your mouth watered with hunger the moment his cock sprung free. It did look like the toy you purchased earlier. But Joel was correct. The tip of his dick was considerably thicker than the silicone toy.

“Don’t hurt me now,” Joel teased, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he peered down at you, reaching for his erection. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you retorted, smirking up at him. 

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the crown of his cock between your soft, luscious lips. "Shit," he cursed, groaning low as the heat of your mouth engulfed him.

You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into your mouth, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savoring the tender grunts escaping his lips. Joel cupped the back of your head, guiding you further onto his cock. “You look so pretty with all that cock in your mouth.” 

A warmth rushed through your chest at the praise. You moaned as you gazed up at Joel through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deeply as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

"Shit!" he growled loudly. "Smack it around on your tongue a bit," he demanded, his grasp on the back of your head relaxing. You did as you were told, letting it slide out of your mouth before tapping it against your warm tongue and stroking it with your left hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Get up here and ride me," Joel said, motioning for you to take your place on his lap. You stroked him twice before shifting up his body and settling in his lap, your dripping entrance hovering over his saliva-slicked erection. You grasped his cock, hastily lined it with your entrance, and slowly eased down on it, both cursing as he bottomed out. 

You started out with a smooth bounce, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you gazed down into his lust-filled pupils. 

He licked his bottom lip. "You look so sexy taking my cock," he praised, reaching up to cup your breast in his hand, grunting loudly as he watched his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy. His encouraging words served to further boost your confidence; so you placed your hands on his chest, whirled your hips, and bounced a bit more enthusiastically. The way he was stretching you out hurt so good. 

There was so much lust in Joel's eyes that it nearly gave him the appearance of intoxication. He took his thumb partly in his mouth and licked it before bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing swiftly. “Come on," he encouraged, rubbing harder. “I wanna see you cum on my cock.” 

Your entire body began to tingle as the coil deep inside your belly began to unravel. You were so tongue-tied that you were unable to tell him that you were cumming, but you could tell by the all-knowing grin he sported that he could feel it. 

As if he could read your mind, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it." He chuckled at the blissed-out face you made as you cried out, wetness flowing from you down his cock as you came hard. "Good girl."

Every nerve in your body felt as if it were being pinched, but in a manner that was pleasant. You wondered if it was possible to cum so hard that you'd end up transported to another universe. 

"Joel," you whimpered as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. After a moment, he finally shifted his hand, moving up to grasp your neck and pull you down, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you, and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

"I want to bounce on your cock some more," you whispered against his lips. He beamed up at you, and you couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, I ain’t stoppin’ you," he said, kissing you once more before you moved again. You turned around slowly, careful not to let his cock slip out. Once he had a good view of your ass, you placed the soles of your feet on the mattress and squatted bouncing on him as hard and fast as you could.

"Oh fuuuck ," he gasped, astonished that you twisted around without his cock slipping out and taken aback by the harsh rhythm you set. He had made you cum three times already. Now it was your turn to make him cum. It was the least you could do. In this moment, riding him like your life depended on it was an understatement. You ground down, causing him to dig deeper into your core. He hissed in pleasure. “Goddamn.” 

“Keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll cum,” Joel grunted, smacking both your asscheeks. “You want that, don’t you?” 

“ Yesss . You feel so good inside me, Joel.” you praised, looking down at him over your shoulder. He looked sexy underneath you. As if that’s where he belonged. A small voice in the back of your head hoped for this to happen again and again, just like the Wednesday nights you shared.

Joel put his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, knocking you off balance, but he caught you by the waist and jackhammered up into you. 

“Fuuuck!  You’re. Takin’. My. Cock. So. Fuckin'. Good—" Joel gritted his teeth with each vicious snap of his hips; his cock pulsed inside you, and you clenched around him as tight as you could.

“I’m cummin’ darlin,” Joel warned, panting harsher with his erratic thrusts. 

He grasped your bouncing tits. “Where do you want it?” 

“Stay right wh-where you are,” you moaned, bringing a finger down onto your swollen clit, rubbing yourself fast and hard in tight circles. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel moaned in response, his large hands loosening the hold on your bouncing tits to grip at your waist as his hips smacked against your asscheeks, pounding into you even harder, chasing his release. “I’m cummin, baby.” 

Joel let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot hot white ropes of cum into you, whimpering softly as you rocked down, milking him of everything he had. 

He pulled you back and down against his chest before turning you both over and cuddling you from the back. You craned your neck to steal a glance at him, and he covered your mouth with his, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. His hands roamed all over your sweat-glistening body as he pulled you even closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue danced against yours. 

“Shit,” Joel cursed, breaking the kiss as he glanced at the digital that sat on top of your dresser and shot off the bed to get dressed. 

Your heart panged in disappointment. Of course he was leaving, you thought. You made quick to slip your panties and shirt back on before sinking back onto the bed. 

This was too good to be true. 

Foolish of you to think anything different. 

Joel looked back at you as he pulled up his jeans, jumping slightly to get them properly on his hips. His eyes widened in concern once he saw the raw look of pain on your face, fighting back the urge to palm his forehead. 

“Hey—no," he started, "I promise I’m not an asshole." He grabbed your hands in his.  "It's just—I have to drop my daughter off to soccer practice at 11."

You raised an eyebrow at him, that sinking feeling in your chest easing as you learned the truth. “You’re a dad?” 

He chuckled softly at your incredulous tone. "Yes, I am," he said, sitting down beside you on the bed as he slipped into his white socks and brown work boots. "Does that bother you?" 

"Of course not." You shook your head, scooting closer to him. "It'll take more than a kid to keep me away from you, Joel," you acknowledged. 

His brow furrowed in a delighted smirk. After he finished tying his shoes, he sat up and faced you. To your amusement, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap.  

"I'd like to come back after I drop her off, if that's alright with you." He uttered this as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you forward to land a delicate kiss between your eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that." You agreed, nodding your head and placing a kiss between his eyes as soon as he drew back. 

"Good. ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but Wednesday nights just ain’t gonna cut it for me anymore." He admitted it, drawing you in for a tight hug. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his cool, sweat-slicked skin.

The two of you laughed and squeezed each other more closely as you said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, cowboy…"

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Hey, so I'm not gonna answer this question with your username out, because I don't want you getting dogpiled.

But I feel the need to address this because it comes up now and then.

First of all: Thank you for liking my comic and wanting it to come faster! I'm psyched to hear that you like it that much.

And while I fully understand the feeling of "why can't the thing I want just HAPPEN", this is... unfortunately... not a very kind thing to send to an artist. Or a writer. Or any creator.

Not the way it's worded, anyway.

So, let's discuss:

Why can't the comic be weekly again?

Well, if you can understand why THIS is irrational:

Then you can understand why the comic can't be weekly just because you REALLY REALLY want it to be.

Resources like money and time aren't just something that drops into my hands. I'm an adult. I work. I have a life outside of this. I have a dog! I get up at 6am to walk her. I drive to work an hour each way. I try to help my spouse out around the house.

And I daresay, even though I once posted weekly, the quality and length of my comics has gone up quite a bit and it now requires twice the amount of time to make them without burning out.

Look, to make it 100% clear, when I'm pushing the comics to be two weeks apart, this is NOT what is happening:

This magical contraption does not exist. It's not effortless, it's not immediate.

It takes me the full two weeks, if not more, to create these comics.

Yes, they're spaced out quite far apart, but that's how far apart they gotta be in order for me to be able to bring them to you.

And yes, I know the comic is already made. But I am making them at a pace of two per month on Patreon, and just because I post them faster doesn't mean I'll make them faster!

Basically your options are:

Regular updates that are two weeks apart

Semi-regular updates that are sometimes less than two weeks apart, but with multiple month-long hiatuses between them.

I've chosen regular updates. For me AND for you guys.

And man, there are MANY better ways to tell an artist or a creator you love "hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!".

For example:

"Hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!"

You can also try:

"I look forward to every update!"

and

"Every time you put out a new comic, I'm eager to read what comes next!"

It'll go a long way, I promise!

[destielmemenews]

Due to a lot of feedback on the nature of this blog, and how the meme format can come across as insensitive and shameless, I'm considering switching to a news only post format, without the use of the destiel meme. I greatly enjoy sharing information about current events, and would like to continue doing so in some way.

So I am making this poll to ask everyone their opinion on the way I do things, and for suggestions to improve my content.

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

| 1 | 2 | 3 | ... |

and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[mamawasatesttube]

this might be mean but. it really ticks me off when people respond to authors and artists wishing for actual community and engagement with their works by saying "oh but you see im just so anxious i cannot offer you any kind words." with the optional "but do please keep making things for me anyway!" because like...

a) do you understand how anxiety-inducing it can be to pour a little piece of your soul into a work of art and share it publicly? i feel like you don't see the people creating these things as people like you and that is an issue. we are people who just really love a thing and want to talk about it with other people who also love that thing.

but moreover, and this is the part that might be mean, b) damn why doesn't your anxiety prevent you from making excuses to us then? i wish it did! like if you're SO anxious about a fic author blocking you for saying something nice, why are you not anxious about getting blocked for telling that author "okay but i don't want to comment on your works though"??? because i can tell you which of these two things is way more likely to piss me off and it isn't the comment.

like. idk man. if you really don't want to comment on and engage with people's creative works, no one can force you to. but also consider maybe not commenting on and engaging with those people's posts just to explain that you don't want to comment on/engage with their works. if you are so committed to staying quiet and being a passive consumer then commit to the bit and stop asking creative people who put way more of themselves out there than you are to pat you on the back and reassure you that you'll still keep getting free content even if you can't do so much as drop a "this was really good!" in the comments.

[nandermoenthusiast]

im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?

[verflares]

some doodles for a skyward sword zelink modern au concept ^_^ the details of which are only known to me and 4 other people probably 👍

credit to @linkvcr for their uns + their fits and for going crazy with me over them always hehe

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

♡ handwriting analysis: alex turner and miles kane ♡

as promised, here is the analysis my wonderful friend (who used to work as a professional handwriting analyst) did of miles and alex's handwriting! a couple of important points to read before you dive in:

my friend analysed these blind - to avoid bias, she always makes a point of never knowing whose handwriting it is she's looking at, so she had no idea that these samples were from alex and miles while analysing them (not that it'd have made much difference if she had, she can't even name one am song lol)

she stressed that her analysis should NOT be taken as fact - it's just one person's interpretation of the material, and handwriting analysis is ultimately always subjective

the two analyses below are based on notes i took while she was talking and is pretty much verbatim - none of the wording is my own and i have changed as little as possible in typing it up

she noted that it was harder to provide a full and accurate analysis just working with photos of handwriting, as you can't see things like pressure on the page etc. she also stressed that context is significant when it comes to interpreting someone's writing, and it's important to bear in mind that how someone writes in one context, e.g. signing autographs or writing something for the general public could show quite different characteristics to how someone writes in another context, e.g. personal letters to someone they're close to. in an ideal world she'd have access to samples from a different range of contexts to provide the most detailed and accurate analysis. in other words, this analysis is quite rough

alex's handwriting:

(samples taken from roughly 2011 - 2018)

block capitals suggest this is someone who don't want to show themselves, makes it hard for people to reach them

someone interested in thoughts and ideas, would engage with these in a way that's intelligent and very original

a lot of emotional and social inconsistency, suggests someone pulled in different directions. they might show very different sides of themselves with different people and probably have complex and/or conflicted feelings about identity

very creative, someone who'd make interesting and unusual connections about the world around them

highly intuitive but also lacking harmony from an emotional perspective. lots of internal emotional conflict and changeability

someone who fluctuates a lot socially as well as emotionally - might go from being quite sociable to withdrawing completely. ultimately struggles to reach out socially and holds back a lot, but there might be certain situations or people they feel particularly at ease with where this is different

really hard to read, don't give much of themselves away

thoughtful and enquiring, interested in ideas

someone who feels things very strongly

signature:

implies someone hiding themselves or presenting as someone they're not. they want to look confident and exciting, but they're actually much less confident that they'd like to appear. lets their creative and artistic tendencies hide them and take centre stage.

miles's handwriting:

(samples taken from roughly 2022 - 2023)

a little sharp, could suggest humorous wit and/or being critical (either of self or of others)

ambitious and incisive, intelligent and enquiring mind

fearful or wary about opening up and reaching out to people, emotional inconsistency. potentially quite restrained - looks like someone used to hiding a lot of hiding of emotions

has an enquiring mind but isn't particularly interested in abstract thought, more grounded in reality and social/emotional things

someone with strong feelings, they get held in and confused. could be warm and open on a surface level, but looks like they'd be reserved about their innermost feelings

could be sharp tongued to avoid dealing with their own feelings

lower zone suggests someone who might not be completely comfortable in their own body and/or sexuality, or have a complex relationship with these things

someone with a tendency towards strong feelings and devotion/worship (could be religious, or could just be to do with the way they relate to people or ideas)

signature:

someone who wants to look more confident they feel. sense of changeability and flashes of insecurity, but ultimately suggests strength of character, not someone who's a pushover. they know what they want and what matters to them.

interesting extra notes:

the wonderful @ballad-of-what-could-have-been managed to find this sample of alex's handwriting not in capitals from when he was much younger (from what i can see, it looks like it was early fwn era):

so i showed this to my friend too (after her analysis of alex's usual writing) and noted that it was probably done when he was a lot younger. she said that all her points from the original analysis still stood, and that despite the fact this writing isn't capitalised it was actually still very hard to read and definitely someone not comfortable with showing themselves. she also said that it was more emotionally conflicted and uncertain than the later sample of their handwriting. the phrase "emotionally all over the place" was used, and she noted a greater sense of inconsistency with identity. overall though she said the earlier sample confirms that this is someone with a high level of intuition and originality, and she said they're someone she'd be fascinated to have a conversation with!

thank you for reading! if you have any questions, please feel free to comment/drop me an ask and i can always pick my friend's brain again the next time i see her!

[ghurab-alzilal]

Damian Wayne "The Robin of Pets"

Just as Bruce seems to have a compulsion to adopt children, Damian seems to have inherited that gene but when it comes to pets, which are quite numerous and of all sizes and colors which are:

🐶 Tɪᴛᴜs ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dᴀɴᴇ

To strengthen their father-son bond, Bruce adopted a puppy as a gift in an effort to instill empathy for others in Damian. Although Damian was initially less than enthusiastic about the idea and was even distant simply calling him "dog," over time they became very close and best friends, eventually naming him after the Shakespearean literary hero.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #2 (2011)

🐭 Sᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ

Spotty is a small spotted mouse who lives in the sewers of Gotham and Damian greets him every time he visits those places.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #13 (2011)

🐮 Bᴀᴛᴄᴏᴡ

After a mission in a slaughterhouse, Damian decides to adopt his peculiar bovine friend and even after witnessing the cruelty in those places he decides to become a vegetarian.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #1 (2012)

😺 Aʟꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ

Pennyworth adopted this one for Damian from a shelter. Damian was somewhat skeptical as he believed he could not keep it for long, but upon seeing the kitten's personality he was captivated and named it after the person who gave it to him.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #6 (2012)

🦃 Jᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴜʀᴋᴇʏ

Batman and Robin ruin the Penguin's attempt to ruin Thanksgiving thanks to Damian's trumpet. That's where he meets his feathered friend, who under the name of Jerry joins the Batfamily dinner. As a invited, not as the main course, don't worry.

• First appearance: Li'l Gotham #2 (2012)

🦇 Gᴏʟɪᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ-ʙᴀᴛ

During one of the League of Assassins' tests in the Year of Blood, Damian is sent to exterminate a population of Dragon-bats and just when he is finishing the objective, a small puppy moves Damian to the core because the little one, instead of hating him for what he did, it tries to console him. That's how he decides to keep him as a "trophy" and his most loyal pet.

• First appearance: Robin - Son of Batman #1 (2015)

🐉 Wɪɢɢʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Jᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ

During a joint mission with Nightwing in the country of the rising sun, Damian meets a dragon that helps them defeat criminals. Upon returning to Gotham, this huge friend ends up in the Batcave with Goliath and Batcow. Wiggles does not have a name during the course of the adventure but in an interaction between one of the writers and a fan he ends up being named as Wiggles the Japanese dragon. (click on the underlining text for context)

• First appearance: Nightwing #42 (2016)

[spitblaze]

This is going to sound mean but I mean this in the most sincere and compassionate way I possibly can:

If you see a comment on the internet that is transphobic towards your group and your first assumption is that the person who wrote it is a different kind of transgender and not cis, especially if that comment is completely removed from all context or anonymous, no avatar or username or anything, take that as a sign to log off for a few days or pick up a new hobby.

[wakandas-vibranium]

91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

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Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical. 

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring. 

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you. 

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.” 

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.” 

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.” 

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.” 

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.” 

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?” 

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly. 

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.” 

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well. 

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her  pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” 

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“ 

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized. 

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.” 

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?” 

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it. 

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge. 

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean. 

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good. 

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts. 

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business. 

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to bust. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness. 

“Please let me cum.” You begged as you sat up on your knees. 

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes. 

“Ride me until you cum.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you. 

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder. 

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it. 

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.” 

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me cum.” 

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch. 

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed. 

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it. 

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.” 

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you. 

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.” 

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces. 

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her warm mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and pounded into you against the wall. 

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.  

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her bare chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she trailed delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you. 

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?” 

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit. 

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted. 

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t cum again.” 

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and cum one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting. 

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm. 

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. 

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you. 

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment. 

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils. 

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

[santosvizarden89]

Saying hi while working from home

[bikananjarrus]

people need to start reblogging posts again i’m so serious. like it’s getting dire out here.

[eosphoria]

Ye ye I know heroes do shit without expecting something in return

Ye if you feel like you've wronged someone and you want to make it right, you have no right to expect something from the other person

But katsuki bakugo, just tell me. Not as a hero, not as a bully in someone else's story. Just as a human, with feelings, what is it that you would like for izuku Midoriya to tell you?

Maybe not even words, just, actions.

What would you truly desire after all this growth you've done. After realizing that pushing him aside was not the right answer. If you let him make the first move, then what would you like him to say or do?

Would you just be content if he keeps being a hero alongside you? Would you find comfort in anything at this point? Would you not like even a tiny answer?

[mimpinightmare]

"SUPA STRIKAS DISCUSSIONS/ ANALYSIS/ HEADCANONS" IN COMING!!!(PART 1) [Not Sure if this becomes a series]

TOPIC: Riano (Headcanons)

Been thinking about Riano for the past few days, because absolutely miss the guy. (and can I say: HOW UNDER UTILISE HE IS IN THE SHOW??!??! GIVE US MORE RIANO!!!)

And I've been thinking about some headcanons for him about how he was born and raised as a kid, and how it affect him until he's an adult, but torn which one I like more:

Number 1) My first headcanon of him is that he wasn't born in a very wealthy household as a kid. His parents had low income jobs, and try their very best to support their kid and themselves (even so far, both of them need to have two jobs). Sometimes the struggles came of a cost where, rarely at times, Riano's parents fight (they usually fight where Riano isn't around, unfortunately Riano has been eavesdropping his parents sometimes if they fought). Despite this tho, they still are a very loving family and Riano's parents support Riano through and through.

I like to also think the line "Finding your own style of play" from Riano in "Instinct Extinct, S1E7" is actually from his parents. Riano used to be frustrated as a kid that he wasn't as good at football like the other kids, that his parents (despite knowing little about the sport) advice him to "find your own style of play". That line always stuck to him until now, that it his main motto, to the point, authenticity is very important to him. If you don't play your heart out with passion and authenticity in football, what's the point of it?

His competitiveness came from where he used to be made fun of from the big kids where, at the time, he wasn't great at football yet. So, he wanted to prove them that he can be as great (and better) than them. He also wanted to prove his parents that he can be great at it too, despite them knowing, he IS great at it. (Their proud parents, I tell you) There is also a hint of love language there from Riano, where pretty much, ever game he plays, it's always for them.

Despite of his competitiveness though, he always been a good sport. His parents raised him well to know better then to sulk immaturely and have grudges towards his opponents playing well, after his team lose. His competitiveness is also only (AND ONLY) limited to football. (The guy is passion with the sport) I've seen him being SUPER UNINTERSTED with any other competition event made by Miss Altivo, like in "Living and Kicking, S4E3" when Miss Altivo explaining the reason why they were invited, he gave such uninterested facial expression, like he regrets coming. Reason he stayed tho, is because of Shakes, and want some quality time with him. *COUGH COUGH he also has a crush on him COUGH COUGH* Also in "Your Latest Trick S7E3" there are brief moments that Riano is not really into the prize, nor the competition. He's just... Looking at his phone, that's it. And immediately got eliminated because he wasn't doing a trick, he was just resting in the park- If it's just a silly little competition or event to get viral, views or some over aggerated prize, he wouldn't care-

His dedication with honesty and sincerity came from learning about people taking advantage and being dishonest to his parents. His parents will do anything to have a stable life , but they unfortunately will meet deceitful folks in their way. They never told him about the mistreatment they face, because they wouldn't want to make him worry, but Riano knows. (Pretty much knows this by the eavesdropping from one of their fights) After learning this, he has a reluctant distaste towards dishonest people. (Also, I headcanon that the "actual" reason Riano fired Golari, is because of his dishonesty. They patch up their relationship of course in S1E6, and Golari swears not to be dishonest to Riano and his players again)

Number 2) (This one have some inspired headcanons by @sahara-solaris-solace headcanons of Riano)

The other headcanon is the opposite of the first ones, that he was raised in a wealthy home. But, unlike the first headcanon, his family in this headcanon, are not so loving. His parents are more neglectful and have high expectations for their son. When Riano told them that he loves soccer as a kid, they weren't happy about it and told him it's fine to play it, but never fully support the idea to be a professional football player, to the point, they don't allowed him to go to soccer practices in schools. To solve this problem, he sneaks out from his home, just to go to soccer practice.

Number 1 headcanons of him being authentic, sincere and honest are mostly because of his parents. Well here is the opposite too, his parents are snarky, arrogant and constantly show up with a friendly face in front of guests, and when they immediately leave, they will say the nasties things about them behind their back. After Riano getting repulsed by watching their behavior from afar, he swore deep down NOT to end up like his parents. (AND THANK GOD FOR THAT-)

Despite him born into a luxurious life, he HATES expensive and flashy stuff. Growing up into a neglectful, rich family made him uninterested anything that reminds him of his old life (and technically, almost all the rich people he's ever met are annoying to be around) This is pretty much another way I see in "Your Latest Trick S7E3", he just does not care about the grander stuff. He's a simple man, want a simple life. The only thing "GRAND" in his life is his football career. (This can be a headcanon as Number 1, except he was raised humble. No EXTRAVAGANT things for him)

His still is a good sport, and wouldn't change that for anything. But I kinda headcanon (this can implied to number 1 Headcanons as well) he has a *TINY* mischief side to him. When he was young, MOSTLY he always avoid getting into trouble, but sometimes he joins some troubling kids, and start doing shenanigans with each other- This headcanon was inspired by a scene in "Your Latest Trick" where Skarra was driving his *MASSIVE* Stalliano, and Riano was recording him- (Habits dies hard, huh?) He wouldn't, of course, do this for fun. He doesn't enjoy doing them, but again, he likes seeing dishonest people get karma-

Also headcanon Riano being a very charitable person. If there's is a charity event going on, he will be interested and pays attention to the cause. He wants to give back to the people and bring good to the world, unlike his parents. (This one is also can be a headcanon for Number 1, except in that headcanon, he sympathies with people (and animals) who are struggling, because that's what he and his family has gone through. And people shouldn't suffer under terrible conditions.) This one is inspired by, of course, one of @sahara-solaris-solace headcanons, and "Cool Aid S6E12", where he joins the cause, "Balls 4 All". (THAT'S SUCH A HILARIOUS TITLE NAME IN THIS DAY AND AGE-)

This is @sahara-solaris-solace Headcanons dedicated to Riano, if you want to read them :D :

.... Okay, that's pretty much it-

If you read this till the end, HOW PATIENT ARE YOU???? Jokes aside, thank you so much! This took me 4 HOURS TO WRITE-

If you have anything to discuss about the headcanons, please don't hesitate to give me your thoughts on them! Which one is your favorite between the two? Share your headcanons if you like! :)

THIS WAS INCRIBLY FUN TO WRITE- Maybe this will be a series(????)

(Sorry if there are incorrections with the grammar or the episodes. I will edit them if I spot them)

- MimpiNightmare

[mushroomjar]

I don't like the way you guys talk about Palestinians asking for donations. I don't like it.

I had to see someone make MULTIPLE posts bitching and moaning about how people need to stop sending them asks asking for them to reblog their donation posts, that they'd just be blocking them from now on, and that they didn't care if they were vetted because they still found the act of sending asks to get reblogs on their donation links suspicious, even if they were in a dire situation. They even went as far as to say that they got an ask, deleted it, and then they got another ask from the same person, and accused the person of sending another ask to purposefully "get under their skin"

I don't know man, have you considered that being a victim of ongoing genocide will make you ask for help in whatever way you can? And sometimes that involves sending random blogs asks to see if they can donate or at the very least share your donation links? A Palestinian reaches out to you multiple times because they need help and your response is to whine about getting donation links in your inbox? I wish I had your problems

Also the thing about "getting the exact same ask from the exact same blog multiple times"... uh, duh? First of all, they're probably reaching out to dozens of blogs daily, do you think they're gonna type up a new paragraph for each blog they reach out to? Second of all, maybe they reached out to you multiple times because a. They really really really need the help and b. What, do you think they're gonna see your URL/blog and be like "oh! I already reached out to this blog, I'm not gonna send them another ask"? Or do you think they'll be like "this person has been reblogging other people's donation posts, maybe they'll reblog mine too"?

Like I understand being suspicious about getting sent donation links to your inbox, but literally all you have to do is check if the blog's been vetted by other bloggers? It's as easy as searching for their URL on tumblr sometimes, it literally takes less than a minute or two. And that's what bothers you? That's what you're complaining about? Find a real problem!!!