#D.G

[asterias-record-shop]

thinking about you (d.g)

“Hey angelcakes,” Dick grunted when he kicked the man straight in the chest, sighing as he fixed the comm over his ears. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking about you,” you giggled as you twirled the rubber coil that connected the phone in your hand to the main console, giggling. “What are you doing?”

“Breaking up an underground drug trafficking ring,” he grunts again as he pushed the switch of the electric baton to shock a man with thousands of electric bolts. “What are you doing?”

His words make you pout. You had gotten all dressed up in some blue lingerie that matched his suit, garters and lace covering your thighs and torso, the crotchless panties sealing everything together.

“You’re on a mission without me?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, grunting when he felt someone slam a chair into his back before he grabbed a broken leg of said chair and thrusted it into the man’s chest. “Didn’t know you wanted to come, angel.”

“I didn’t,” you say, then sighed. “Thought this was our night in. I got the blue ropes out and everything.”

Dick paused. “You got the blue ropes?”

You hummed, tilting your head as you held the phone with your head to your shoulder, letting your fingers trail down your chest. “Mmhm,” you hummed in confirmation, smiling. “The blue lingerie, too.”

Dick groaned, the thought of you wearing that perfect lingerie and waiting for him almost distracting him from the fact that he was held at gunpoint now.

“Fuck, are you fingering yourself?” He breathed, ignoring the barrel of the gun at his temple and the man gaping down at him as you let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Starting to.”

He swallowed, looking up at the man pointing a gun down at him. “I’ll be home soon.”

The man cocked the gun. “Yeah. Sure you will.”

“You better,” you spoke as he took the baton and slammed the electric staff straight into the side of the man’s head, effectively disarming him and taking the gun from the ground. He slammed the grip of the gun into his head as you continued to speak through breathy moans. “Or I’m going to cum before you even get here.”

“You better fucking not,” he growled out, taking the men and pulling them all into a line before tying their legs and wrists into a hog tie. He was skipping a little bit, tying the knots instead with BDSM knots. “Or I won’t let you cum at all.”

You groaned, slowly flexing your fingers inside of yourself as you rolled your hips. “You better get here quick before I don’t let you fuck me at all.”

“Oh I’m going to fuck you alright.”

This makes you giggle as you held the phone to your ear, whining as you roll your hips desperately. “What’s taking you so long?”

“I’m going angelcakes,” he grunted as he swung around a stoplight pole, landing smoothly on a roof as he ran to your apartment. Your moans fueled him, his cock getting hard under his Nomex and Kevlar suit. “God, are you close?”

He knew you were, your moans always went into a higher pitch when you were about to cum.

“Yes, so close!” You whined, desperately moving your hand faster inside of you as you thrusted your fingers roughly into your cunt. You had done this before, but you always got too desperate when you were close, and it sometimes led to spots of blood staining your fingers through your cum. Your nails always scratched a little bit inside of you and how fast you went trying to cum desperately made crimson shine through translucent essence.

You never bled when Dick fingered you. No matter how hard or rough he went, no matter how fast or passionate he went, you never bled.

“Hey now angelcakes, why’d you stop?”

Your eyes snapped up when you heard double of his voice, pulling your fingers delicately out of your cunt with a giggle, quickly hanging up the phone as he pressed the center of his suit so it would fall off.

“Dick!” You were about to jump into his arms before he caught your wrists, letting out a loud, wanton moan falling from your lips as he kissed you.

“Where’s that blue rope, hm?”

When your wrists were tied above your head with that blue rope, that’s when Dick thought you looked the hottest that night, spurts of cum covering your pelvis.

It stained the royal blue lace and cotton-spandex blend, a whine falling from your lips as you desperately trying to rut your hips against his cock, all while his bright red tip slid up and down your wet slit.

He had already came inside of you — many times, actually — the milky white substance leaking out of your cunt was a result of that, but you still wanted more.

Your wrists were tied with royal blue silk rope at the headstand, your skin red in irritation as you desperately tried to tug out of the intricate knot. Your wrists weren’t the only thing tied up though, as your ankles were tied at the lower two bed posts to keep your ankles spread apart, only allowing you to rut your hips up to his for him to keep you still as he fucked into you.

The bouncing of your body made the metal chain over your tits clink and bounce, the clamps on your nipples softly getting tugged as he played with the chain. A whine fell from your lips as his other hand slowly guided his bright red tip to push against your cunt that fluttered around nothing.

A sob left your mouth, a pleasure filled sob as he stretched you out, with every thrust as he kept pushing into you and exploring every new area inside of you at the new angle from the rise of your hips, a whine following the tears that streamed down your cheeks as he held your hips with both hands.

He leaned down, kissing against the chain before covering his teeth with his lips and leaning down to softly tug on the chain to force you arch your back and push your chest up.

“R-Richard!” You yelled out, groaning as he ducked under the chain and softly kissed against the plush mounds on your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, angelcakes… so, so pretty…” he cooed against your skin, pressing his lips against your skin before dragging his teeth against the side of your nipple. “Mmm, so thankful you’re all fucking mine.”

“R-Richard-!” You sobbed, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Your hips bucked almost automatically, a whine leaving your mouth as your wrists tried to tug at the blue rope. “I-I’m gonna-!”

“Nuh uh…” Richard whispers back, biting his lip as he came out from under the chain, turning his thrusts into slight rolls of his hips that made you go insane. “I just came. Do you think I’m close?”

A sob came from your lips. “Oh please…”

“Well I am,” he chuckled, his hips getting faster all over again. “And I’m going to make you cum so many times that you’ll fucking pass out.”

Also, what do you think of my new kind of Drabble-banner? I think this is how I’m going to keep the ones that I write on tumblr!

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[comfortfoodcontent]

1994 Daredevil Marvel Comics House Ad

[unclear-asdf]

A silly little idea I had for my lizard characters.

Dee's gonna toss AJ like she's playing super mario bros 2

[squeaker6352]

Dreamy Gear Daroach: Holding up his latest stolen item Behold! A Memento Mori Ring! Breezeburg late 17th century, early 18th century.

Dreamy Gear Kirby: You could put a Skittle in there!

Dreamy Gear Meta Knight: Aren't those types of rings used for like holding a bit of poison?

Dreamy Dedede: Ah... But consider, you could put a Skittle in there.

[inhernature]

Ringgold’s influence spans decades, genres, and mediums. She’s a painter, sculptor, quilter, performance artist, activist, illustrator, and author. Her name graces the covers of over 17 children’s books.

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Throughout Ringgold’s expansive career, Black children remain at the center of struggle and possibility. In art and in life, Faith Ringgold sees children’s struggles, imaginations, and dreams as sites of revolution.

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[T]he historian Robin D. G. Kelley ... “poetic knowledge,” or the ability to “enable participants to imagine something different, to realize that things need not always be this way.” This knowledge opens the door to what Grace Lee Boggs considered the true nature of revolution: redefining our relationships to one another and the Earth, loving people beyond borders and boundaries, and creating something new in place of the old.

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 Immersed in Black artistry and genius, Lonnie has an epiphany. “Black people didn’t come to America to be free,” he tells his uncle. “We fought for our freedom by creating art, music, literature, and dance.” His uncle, smiling, responds, “Now everywhere you look you find a piece of our freedom.”

Rest in Power Faith Ringgold

[haveyoureadthisfantasybook]

vote yes if you have finished the entire book.

vote no if you have not finished the entire book.

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[yuyu-bubu]

cucumber quest is the webcomic ever because you can immediately tell the creator is a Kirby fan

[leonardcohenofficial]

hammer and hoe is one of the most important books out there about black organizing history and everything by robin d.g. kelley is required reading; recommended for those interested in black history, labor history, organizing history, and how all of the above intersect with contemporary socioeconomic issues of today

[smashpages]

Chichester returns to Daredevil for the first time since the 1990s for ‘Daredevil: Black Armor’

The retro miniseries kicks off in November.

cover by Mark Bagley

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[hazeism]

And Earth has been crazy I hope Daneel and Trevize fuckkkk (it's only his custom!!!)

context for the first image:

[slaughter-books]

Day 19: JOMPBPC: I'm Over It

I didn't know what to do for this prompt, so I took a photo of this beautiful graphic novel! 💕

[unclear-asdf]

That one meme going around with your comfort characters.

Made an Canon/Popular Character version and an OC version.

[ungoliantschilde]

a Daredevil Page by Scott McDaniel, with Inks by Hector Collazo, Letters by Bill Oakley, Colors by Christie "Max" Scheele, and a Script by D.G. Chichester.