#cover stars and stripes

[hkartincolor]

Solo volume covers

[yrlocalghost]

15 year old me would think this is so sick

[dailyjsa]

Star-Spangled Comics #1 cover by Hal Sherman

[pebblezone]

Wait omg Apple changed the essential albums for The Beach Boys this is so fucking based

[lavonnamoore]

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[glossysoap]

OH. MY GOD. so in our little “price’s girl shared with the 141” au…

you become their own personal OF star. no official page no no. but a group chat SPECIFICALLY to send videos of price utterly ruining you (it eventually becomes any and all videos and pictures of any of them together, with or without you. safe in a seperate chat)

sharing is caring ; poly 141

OH JESUS i just about melted to the floor. this got away from me LMAO this is more centered on the first time you send pics to the group chat, so it’s the start of the whole dynamic. i really hope you enjoy!! i love talking about this au with you (talking to you in general ofc) <33

18+, afab reader, price x reader -> price sharing his girl with the 141, nudes, sharing of nudes (w readers consent, she's the one sharing them), purposefully lowercase.

i think maybe it starts out gradually. after all, you’re only used to sending risky pictures to your husband, john price.

you're dipping your toes in the water.

throughout your relationship and marriage, you would send him a variety of pictures to help boost his morale while on deployment and give him a taste of what was waiting for him at home.

sometimes it was a shot of your tits. sometimes they were held up by your lace bra and giving him a tease of the valley of your breasts. a lace bra he picked out, one he would have to restrain himself from ripping off of you. sometimes you would be covering your tits with one arm across your chest while your other hand was holding your phone, snapping the selfie. then of course, sometimes you would just be cupping your tits and letting the timed camera count down - capturing a perfectly uncovered view of your tits for your hardworking husband.

other times you would send him shots of your ass. all bare and plush and all his to squeeze and spank and bite. you would always be on your large bed, with your back arched and your ass in the air, letting the timed camera count down. presenting yourself to him just like you would if he was there with you right now, pressing his cock against your ass and letting you feel how hard he was. sometimes you would be sporting a pair of lingerie, just a thin stripe of fabric that left nothing to the imagination. whenever you wore them, it was almost with the intention to tease him - like you knew how much he would be itching to just tear that flimsy piece of fabric right off you.

sometimes you would send him pictures of your cunt all wet and on display for him. you'd be all bare and on display for him, your legs spread open all for him. he would be able to see the plush skin of your inner thighs, littered with stretch marks (that he yearned to taste again). he would be able to see your folds all swollen and dripping with slick as you presented yourself to your husband. whenever you sent him those pictures (or any picture of yourself, really), he could feel himself practically salivating. he would kill to be able to reach through the screen and swipe his thick fingers through your lips, gathering your juices on his fingers. he would kill to just devour you right then and there.

of course, sometimes you would send him one with everything. one where you would be laying in bed, all bare for him, and you would be holding your phone above you to get an aerial selfie. perfectly showing your tits and sensitive nipples, your stomach and your plush thighs. because you wanted to be thorough, you would always take the time to get a shot specifically for your cunt. you couldn't let him go wanting, not when he was providing for you like that.

all of those applied to videos, of course. you would always throw in some line that went straight to his cock (in addition to the visuals you provided), like, "fuck, i miss you so much," or, "god, i need you so bad. my big bear."

of course, as he began integrating his men with his personal life, you began growing closer to them as well. you would exchange glances and fleeting touches that lingered way too long, full of heat and tension. they were all simultaneously filled with guilt and anxiety. you were married. they were working under your husband's orders.

you felt like shit. like a two-timer, even though nothing had happened physically. at least, not really. you felt terrible. that was, until john had murmured something in your ear one night that flooded your core with heat.

"mmm. they've been lookin' at you like that too, y'know? they'd kill to get a taste of that pretty pussy." you practically shiver at both his words, the husky timbre of his voice and the scratch of his beard against your ear. "i would know. they've all begged me for a taste of her." you could imagine your eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

from that point on, your confidence was ping-ponging between outgoing or introverted. you constantly wondered if it was a good idea to pursue this.. new path. would it over complicate your husbands work life? the relationship's he had with his friends? or worse, your own marriage?

and when you weren't mulling yourself to death with the possibilities of what could go wrong, you were preoccupied with the possibilities of what could go right. toe curlingly right.

you could have the best of both worlds. you could have your husband all the time, both physically and emotionally - while also enjoying his men and their bodies. you could enjoy soap's, johnny's, nimble and thick fingers pumping in and out of you as he finger fucked you to the first orgasm of many. you could enjoy gaz's, kyle's, sweet mouth as he worshipped your breasts (breasts that you noticed he would stare at every chance he could) for all they were worth. licking, sucking and kissing at your sensitive nipples like he was a man starved. you could enjoy ghosts', simon's, cock, if john let him stuff you full of his length. by the buldge in his pants, you'd hoped to god that he would.

your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you added john's familiar number in a new text, before you read off three other numbers from a piece of paper your husband had left you. you knew who they belonged to, and just the thought made your core fill with heat. once you had formed a groupchat, you clicked on your gallery and selected two pictures you had taken only a minute prior.

both pictures were ones you would usually ever send to your husband. one of your tits, in a bra just to test your confidence. the other of your ass as you arched your back and let your ass perk up in the air. you opted to wear some lingerie in this one as well, again, to test your confidence. you didn't wanna bite off more than you could chew and scare yourself off. that would embarrass you beyond repair, and no matter how much your husband tried to convince you - you were sure it would embarrass him too. it wouldn't.

so you were playing it relatively safe. not explicitly showing nipples or completely uncovered breasts, or revealing anything except for a bikini line.

you typed out a quick text along with the photos. you had to admit, you would feel a bit awkward (even more so) if you just sent random almost nudes to someone that wasn't your husband without even so much as an accompanying text. you started off with the typical 'it's so-and-so,' so they could save your number into their phones.

hi, boys. felt like you might need a pick me up.

your thumb hovered over the blue 'send' button before letting out an exhale, and pressing send.

only a few minutes passed before your phone was blowing up from all four men. a lot of texts from all of them, some in all caps, some filled with misspellings, some with emojis.

in a few painstakingly long minutes, they had left about five voicemails each. even more missed calls and voice messages.

the general consensus was: be ready when we get home.

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[nerdranttheories]

I love the idea of multiple vestige Mights! I didn’t even think of that but him existing in Star, even for a brief moment to accelerate her power actually makes so much sense! My brain just didn’t click it all together until reading this.

This does beg the question of what would happen to these several different vestige Mights if our dear hero does kick the can; would they coalesce into just Him, or would he have the ability to manifest in anyone with the soul of a hero?

On that line of thought, Endeavor having a little vestige Might that’s haunting him would be hilarious after he’s occupied so much of the No. 2’s headspace for years.

What’s the deal with OFA and All Might’s vestige?

Here’s a super quick illustration:

Here’s what we know:

OFA is a merger/mutation of a stockpiling quirk and a self-transfer quirk. OFA itself is hollow; it’s a “sleeper car” to bring consciousness from the past forward in time. Once it hit the singularity, it started bringing Izuku “back in time” so he could speak with past wielders.

OFA sucked in the physical quirk factors of the holders that had their own quirks (Second through Nana). Yoichi isn’t in OFA because Yoichi’s DNA is OFA — that is, Yoichi’s DNA is the hollow sleeper car. Remember, quirk factors are NOT magical; they’re DNA, blood, cells, etc., and they have limits.

Here’s the magic: OFA contains more than just quirk factors. It contains a piece of All Might’s consciousness (or spirit, or soul, or kokoro). This “vestige” All Might, aka Aura Might, is not tied to any physical limiter. It’s not a normal “vestige”of the past comprised of predecessor DNA, blood, or cells. After all, being a hero is more than just blood ties. This is why Aura Might is the heroes’ secret weapon (And always has been.) Aura Might can behave like a quirk factor, but can move in the vestige world without any physical limitations.

In fact, Aura Might can already communicate outside Izuku’s body when Toshinori is near or touching Izuku. It’s not much, but it’s without any OFA or other quirk enhancement. It seems that the link COULD get stronger given the AFO/TomurAFO “mind meld”. Or….what if Aura Might could communicate with more than just Izuku and Toshinori? OFA has always been a link between those “crying out to be saved and those with brave and true hearts.”

Also…AFO has one very significant physical limitation to overcome: He can’t dispose of quirks. He has to touch someone to transfer it. Even if AFO has found a way around it via cannibalizing the cannibal, he can’t “get rid” of a vestige that’s not a quirk. If he takes in a vestige that’s not compatible with him, or that rages against him, he has to take action. He won’t let a “transplanted” quirk change his personality.

We don’t know:

Is there more than one Aura Might? Could there be one inside every person All Might inspired? Is that why TomurAFO saw the “specter of All Might” in Star & Stripe, a vision of Prime All Might, and screamed about All Might after he lost New Order?

To add to the idea that there are multiple Aura Mights floating around….Bakugo’s quirk vestige sees Aura Might as he’s dying, but the background is completely white. We don’t know if this is Bakugo’s quirk vestige or his true consciousness, fully separated from his physical body. We don’t know where Bakugo and All Might are meeting either. Did OFA pull in Bakugo somehow? Did a latent Aura Might light up in Bakugo upon his truly heroic action? Or are these two spirits in a neutral, third place? Moreover, when AFO was fighting a wounded Endeavor, he saw Prime All Might…and when TomurAFO was fighting Bakugo, he saw a distorted Second. In both cases, the AFOs were stunned that a non-OFA wielder could possess such power on par with All Might. Multiple Aura Mights fits well with Star’s prediction that someone will inherit the “will of heroism” (not inherit “OFA”), just with the twist that it’s MULTIPLE someones doing the inheriting.

What else could OFA contain?

Nana told Toshinori there’s “all kinds of stuff” in OFA, especially feelings. What the prior users wanted; their hopes, dreams, and memories. Maybe their spirits are in there too, not just quirk factors. Maybe there could be more “aura” warriors! Nana and Yoichi (the blood relatives of Shigaraki and AFO) were the only vestiges who fought in the war, hmmm….

There’s also OFA’s connection to AFO.

It’s possible AFO is hiding in OFA. AFO might be adding his own DNA to any quirk he grants, effectively giving him a window into any quirk recipient (potentially for generations if the DNA is passed forward). Just because he only gained the ability to make Nagant explode remotely in his more recent years doesn’t mean AFO wasn’t planting seeds in quirk recipients much, much earlier. After all, his goal is to live forever, leaving a legacy of himself that passes from one body to the next.

[yeonzzzn]

ease my mind ; sim jaeyun

pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader word count: 681 synopsis: when your boyfriend had a stressful day at work and all he wants is to have his face between your legs. warnings: swearing, SMUT, pussy eating (obvi), fingering, cum eating, MINORS DNI!!

You arch your back at his touch. The sounds of both your and his soft moans fill the space of your room. His hands slide up to your hips and slip under, squeezing the skin between your ass and back as a soft “fuck,” leaves his lips with a breath. 

Your hands are in his hair, fingers gently tangling and pulling at the dark locks. You slowly lift your head to look down at him, seeing his eyes already staring back at you. He makes eye contact as he slides his tongue into your heat, his nose rubbing gently against your clit. 

A moan escapes your mouth at the sight of it. Of your beautiful boyfriend between your legs, tongue pushing against your walls, and hands exploring every part of your naked body. 

“Jake,” you breathe out his name, feeling his body shudder against your thighs and the vibrations of his soft moan in reply to his name rolling off your tongue sending goosebumps up your body. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered between the short few seconds he gave himself from lifting away from your soaking cunt, eyes glossing over the slick pooling out. Tongue stretching out his mouth and licking a stripe up to your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. 

You could feel your orgasm slowly approaching. And as badly as you wanted to cum all over his pretty face, you want this to last so much longer. 

“Thank you for this baby,” Jake mumbles against your clit, lifting his face and rubbing soft circles against it with his thumb, “I really needed this so bad.” 

You think back to the text messages you received from him just an hour ago: 

Jake: Can I eat you out, please? Jake: Just real quick.  Jake: It’s been a rough day at work and I am pacing in the middle of the dorm and all I can think about is my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours to release this stress.  You: Of course, babe. The door is already unlocked for you <3 Jake: Baby :( Jake: omw

He was at your front door not even fifteen minutes later, opening the door and letting himself in. Already finding you naked and spread out on your bed all ready to go for him. And he thanked every god possible for giving him a girlfriend like you. 

Jake adores you and loves how you take care of him and his needs in every way possible. He loves you so much and even though you’re doing this to take care of his stress, he sure as hell will make sure you’re taken care of too. 

Jake slides two of his fingers down to your lips, spreading them open, “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on, YN,” he groans, kissing your cunt softly, tongue kitten licking your clit as his two fingers slip between your gummy walls. 

The grip you have on his hair tightens as his long fingers rub against your spot. Jake is soft with his touches but still so very good at making your orgasm rush out faster. 

Your walls clench his fingers, jaw slack as you feel your pending orgasm threatening to snap at any moment, “Jakey, please,” 

“I know, baby,” he kisses your clit, shifting his fingers a tad bit faster in your cunt, “Want you to cum on my tongue, can you do that for me, baby?” 

You nod quickly, arching your back even more off the bed, toes curling once you feel his tongue enter you along with his fingers. Then you saw stars. 

You squeeze your legs against his head, panting as your cum coats his tongue and fingers. Jake slurping every ounce of it up and moaning at your taste.

You didn’t even realize Jake was squeezing your hips until you came down from your high, looking down at him and seeing your juices covering his mouth and jaw, hooded eyes down staring back at you. 

The corners of his lips curl, “You always know how to ease my mind.”

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[sugarstainzz]

IMPATIENCE KILLS - HAN JISUNG // warnings beneath break 

genre. smut pairing. han jisung x gn!afab reader  sum. your poor, needy boyfriend is desperate for a bit of relief, and it’s impossible to ignore him word count. 1.3k

tags. kinda sub!jisung, soft dom!reader, needy sex, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), ruined orgasm, implied oral at the end, a bit of biting, “mama” is used quite a bit, pt.2

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

han jisung is a needy little bitch. 

obviously you know this. you’ve known it for a while. even before you were dating you could tell. the way he stared at you for a bit too long, how he never even joked about attempting nnn, how he hated sleepovers because he “needs privacy at night.” and this neediness only became more obvious after you got with him. 

the stares escalated to groping, squeezes and caresses instead of gazes and knuckle brushing. the ass grabbing, the voice notes begging you to come home faster, jumping between your thighs when he was so sure- and dead wrong - that you were sleeping. 

it’s not that he wants to cum all the time. he just kinda needs to. his thick cock has a mind of its own, always hard and leaking over anything and everything. 

this is especially obvious right now. 

you were working on making some dinner for the two of you. nothing fancy, it’s movie night food. instant noodles with a bit of bacon and egg to liven it up. the alcoholic horse on your screen is the most important thing. or at least, you thought it was. 

jisung coming up behind you wasn’t anything to pay attention to. neither were his arms around your waist or the gentle brush of his lips on your neck. but as the gentle kisses deepen and you feel his groin press against the soft form of your ass, it becomes a bit clearer. 

the hard-on rubbing against you makes it quite obvious. 

���you want something?” you ask him, your voice a quiet hum. he doesn’t say anything back. he just whines and grinds into you. his dick is getting harder in his sweats and it’s even harder not to fantasize about it. 

“sungie.” you start again, managing to keep your composure. “do you want something, baby?”

“wan’ you…” he whines. “wanna put it in. needa put it in.”

“you gotta wait a bit.” you say, patting his hand. “i’m still cooking.” he shakes his head, nose brushing against the back of your neck. 

“don’t make me waittttt.” he cries. “please y/nnnn. i’m so hard it hurts i need it so bad please.”

you sigh, setting the noodles to the side. they need to steep for a couple more minutes anyways.

“you need it?” you ask him.

“mhm~”

“you neeeeed it?”

“so bad. please~”

you can’t help but giggle. he’s so whiny, it’s perfect. damn near crying and you haven’t even done anything. it’s already getting you wet.

“please what?” you whisper. 

he squirms a little bit behind you, desperate for relief. you can feel where the head of his cock poking his thigh- the fabric before it is already soaked in precum. you shiver a bit, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing. god, he’s so leaky. 

“please lemme put it in~” he starts. “i want you so badly, y/n. i promise i’ll make you feel good too. just lemme fuck you please.” fuck, he’s so good at begging. 

you don’t say anything, afraid your tone will give away your own desperation. instead, you gently break out of his hug and bend over, resting your torso on the cool countertop. 

jisung immediately drops down behind you, fingertips rubbing against your cloth-covered pussy. the black fabric of your panties is soaked with arousal, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. 

“so pretty…” he whines to himself. he gently peels your underwear off, letting it fall down your thighs and pool at your ankles. he plants a kiss on your entrance, licking a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. you lock your knees, ready to get some needy, pussy-drunk head, but he pulls away. you’ve hardly a second to think before he pushes his cock in, bottoming out inside of you. 

white stars of shock twinkle across your vision for a split second. he isn’t the largest in the world, but his long enough that you like a bit of warning beforehand. and even though it’s nothing special you feel so full. Ugh…

“jisung- ugh- what the fu-”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i’m sorry i know i should’ve eaten you out but you’re so wet and i want- needed- i- i- i’ll- i’ll just wait a moment, ‘kay?” it’s a generous offer. he’s already twitching inside of you. you can feel his cock in your stomach, pressed between your plush walls and the marble countertops. it takes a moment of heavy breathing, but eventually you give him the okay to start thrusting.

and start thrusting he does.

he bunny-fucks into you, each thrust making your brain go a bit fuzzier. each snap of his hips is punctuated with the head of his cock kissing a deeper spot inside of you. even though you’re wet and relaxed, you still normally need prep, and because you didn’t get any, his cock feels even bigger than normal. it’s pressing against your g-spot so hard, and every stroke past it makes you feel ready to cum. 

“m’sorry i didn’t eat you out,” he whines again. “I know I messed up m’sorry,”

“it’s okay, baby-” you sigh between moans. “fuck- feels s’good.”

“feels good? ‘m doin’ good?”

“so- fuck- just keep fucking me sungie oh my god…” 

somewhere in his mindless haze, he remembers to give your throbbing clit a bit of attention. his slender fingers tease you, your slick making his hand slide around sloppily. he rests against your back, whining in frustration as he tries to make you cum. 

“y’needa cum, baby…” he mutters. “please cum i know this pretty pussy can come for me please cum…” he’s not even teasing or coaxing. so soon he’s desperate for you to climax so he can feel the spasming of your cunt around him. he needs to feel the rush of it, hear the moaning when your orgasm hits you. and you need it even more. it’s as though his desperation has rubbed off on you. each whine, each moan, each spasm of his fingers and stutter of his hips behind you pushes you further into madness. 

you’re so close. so so close to the edge. you’re shuddering with it, with the tightness building in your belly. your skin tingles and burns in the best way, his slick-coated fingers pushing you to the abyss. but his movements are becoming erratic and choppy again. he just can’t hold on any longer.

“fuck- ‘m gonna cum~!” he whines loudly. 

“ya g’na cum?” you ask him. “sungie’s gon-gonna cum?”

“mhm~”

“you sure you can’t hold on a sec-second longer?”

“no mama ‘m sorry sung-sungie’s gotta cum i can’t hold it ‘nymore i jus’ gotta please-” 

your mind goes so fuzzy. you wanna be mean so bad. you wanna tell him to hold on, to cum before him, to have him fuck into you until he’s crying and begging but he just sounds so so sweet…

“mama?”

“you can cum, sungie,” you pant

he keens.

he unloads inside of you and bites into your shoulder so damn hard you think it’s bleeding. jisung finishes hard, and his warm cum is building up inside of you, coating your walls. he pants against your body, teeth still clamped on as his softening cock slips out with a wet pop. semen spatters against the tile floor, sticky against your thighs and ankles. your elbows shake with pleasure and your ruined orgasm. he’s mumbling nothing into your skin, you can’t understand a single thing he says.

gingerly, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around. you’re still trying to catch your breath and don’t fully register him sinking to his knees until his fingers are squeezing your thighs, beckoning them to open. 

“jisung?” you ask, going a bit rigid as he kisses your throbbing clit, ignoring the cum dripping onto his chin.

“‘m not g’na jus’ let you not cum..."

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a/n. helloooo my loves! thanks sm for reading- i haven't written anything in a super long time, so soz for anything choppy or nonsensical. stick around if u wanna see more, and always feel free to shoot me a req or drabble or what have you. mwah mwah mwah -sugar🤍

[hkartincolor]

Volume 34 cover

[ilycosy]

giving luke head for the first time

“sorry i’ve never done this before” while he’s a moaning mess trying not to cum too quick 🫣

oo anon u absolutely cooked w this one ,,,, luke wld sooo b trying to last longer than he actually can as soonnn as u put ur mouth on him

luke my fav whiny boy <33

luke could feel everything before you even put your mouth on him, from the heat of your fingertips to the warm sensation of your lips against his stomach. his hands had gripped onto the bed under him, his teeth digging into the flesh of his lips to muffle any noise that might slip out.

his breath hitched before he released a shudder when he felt your hands sliding down his pants, taking his boxers and pants only down to his knees due to excitement— neither of you knew who was more excited at this point, him or you.

you pressed a soft kiss to his hip that had him huffing, whispering softly, "ive never done this before." he could've sworn that you were lying though with how seductive you looked up at him, as if you two weren't both eager teens exploring for the first time.

"s' okay," he whispered back, his hand coming to rest on the side of your face, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "just take your time."

he felt almost instant regret when you smiled and licked a long stripe up him, from base to tip. he could've sworn that he could feel the stars— all his senses instantly heightened as he fought back the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth.

the urge got harder to control as time went on (it felt like hours to him, though it was only a couple minutes.) his once breathy pants turned into whines as his hips had to be held down, he only felt a little sorry about the couple times he made you gag.

his hips jutted out against your hands multiple times, progressively getting faster as he threw his head back— unable to keep eye contact now as the knot in his stomach begins unraveling. his whines becoming too loud that now he has to cover his mouth so people don't come looking for the source of noise.

you barely had a warning besides the curse to the gods and a sharp tug on your hair trying to pull you away, which you didn't. he whimpered against his hand and hid his face as he came, too embarrassed to see your face since he came with no warning.

"c'mon baby," you mumbled, running your hands up his thighs. your voice is rough from the abuse and you sound like you need to clear your throat, but he perks up nonetheless. "let'm see your face?"

[dailyjsa]

Star-Spangled Comics #2 cover by Hal Sherman

[porcelian]

YOU'RE MY MAN (OF BRIGHT LIGHT)

PAIRING: jason todd ✗ gn!reader ;

SYNOPSIS: While at a fair with your sweet boyfriend Jason, you run into an unexpected, but welcomed suprise ;

ANON ASKED: " Okay, but Jason taking the his secret girlfriend to the fair, they're having a good time playing games, winning prizes, eating funnel cake, when they run into the bat fam and he's forced to make an introduction and once he sees how great they all get along, all his anxiety dissipates. She does comment on how insanely good they all are at those precision games. " ;

WORD COUNT: 1.4k ;

NOTES: cross posted on my AO3.

♯ MASTERLIST ; NAVIGATION.

THE LIGHTS COVERING THE FAIR HANG LIKE STARS IN THE SKY ABOVE YOU. The bright colors dance across the fair as you and Jason walk hand in hand down the painted road. The different stalls and stands covered in red and white striped tents spread an infectious sweet aroma in the air, warming the atmosphere around you both.

Jason can feel your hand tighten around his as your eyes dart around the fairground, following anything that catches your eye.

The day has been spent checking out rides, such as the turning Ferris Wheel and the fair blanketing the ground with its vivid hues as you both watched from such a height. He remembers how thrilled you were looking down, grasping his hand with yours.

He also remembers only looking at you, the sea of tents, balloons flying high in the sky, and people mingling long forgotten.

You had all his attention.

The lights from below reflect in your eyes. “Isn't it beautiful?” you question.

Jason focuses his gaze on you. “It is,” without a doubt, “beautiful.

*****

The picture of you and him in that cramped photo booth appears in his mind over and over again. The walls were decorated with a rainbow of colors; the glitter spread through the narrow space, sticking onto your clothing and messy hair.

Surprisingly, he doesn't feel constricted and trapped in such a place. A carefree grin breaks out on his face, a matching one to your glowing smile.

You move your hand to his face, pushing the strands of hair away. You say something about him being handsome, and he feels the warmth rise to his cheeks.

He can only huff and turn to face the other way as you let out a small giggle, “You are handsome; why deny it?” The same pink hue appears on your cheeks as well. The words are engraved into his mind, not that he has the courage to say that yet.

The camera flash snaps him out of his reverie. The black-and-white strand of photos rests in his hands as a thumb caresses the surface. The picture of you two side by side, hands intertwined, is forever burned into his mind.

*****

It’s something about your face when you're focused that enamours Jason. Maybe it’s the way your eyebrows furrow together when you are concentrating. Maybe it’s the way you bite your lip, lost in thought. Or it’s the way you are oblivious to the world around you.

Oblivious to his stare that won’t leave your frame.

Even now, as your hands grip the water pistol, fingers tense yet precise, Jason can’t tear his gaze off of you.

You groan as you miss another shot at the moving duck. “Oh, for god's sake,” the yellow-colored cutout stares at you mockingly. “This is so rigged!” Your gaze is stuck on the Nightwing plush sitting on the stand as a prize, with its dark blue and black suit. “I need that plush.”

Jason chuckles at your predicament before being shushed by a glare from you. “You give it a try, big guy,” you say, shoving the orange-blue water pistol in his hands. It looks comically small in his hands.

“Watch and learn,” he gives you a smug smirk as he steps closer to aim at the ducks moving in rows above the light blue waves, until a familiar mess of blonde and raven-blue hair catches his attention.

Shit.

“Jaybeans?” Your concerned voice rings through his ears. “Are you okay?”

The voices of Steph and Dick grow closer and closer as he gives you a panicked look, which you only answer with a confused, wobbly smile. They don’t know about you; you don’t know much about them! The only time you have interacted with his family was a baking competition with Alfred (in which he used salt instead of sugar, but that’s beside the point).

He didn’t want it to go like this! He wanted to invite you to dinner with his family (and pray they don’t scare you away with their antics).

He remembers when Dick caught a glimpse of your guys’ text a few weeks back, something along the lines of Get back home safe, honeybee, from you. He can still picture Dick's shocked and teasing face as the older brother held the phone high up away from Jason's grasp.

Honeybee? Isn’t that adorable?

I swear to God if you don’t give me that back—

He snaps himself out of the memory and tries to convince you to check out the funnel cake nearby. “I heard it’s delicious.” His eyes dart around as you give him an unimpressed look.

“Nearby?” you ask, “isn’t it on the opposite side of the fair? I’m not walking that far; my feet hurt!”

“I’ll carry you.”

“But, what about my Nightwing plush?” You pout as you point to the mini version of his brother; granted, you don’t know that it’s his brother. Curse that plush.

“Jaybird?!”

Well, shit.

You both turn your heads to the source of the voice: a girl with messy blonde hair and jeans (with a purple heart sewn into it, you note) and a taller man with blue eyes approach you and Jason.

Jason feels as if he’s going to break the water pistol in his hands in two.

"Didn't you think we’d see you here?” Stephanie speaks up first before turning the attention on you. The three of you break into a conversation. Jason’s the only one who sees the teasing glances his siblings send his way, while you stay oblivious to it all.

He should be happy that you are getting along with his family. Heck, this is what he was preparing for all these months. But he didn’t want it to go like this! On top of that, it feels as if he’s being left out of the conversation.

“So, are you two on a date?” Steph asks, putting the emphasis on the date part of that sentence.

“Yep, we are!” You answer with a glowing smile, “It’s so nice to finally meet you guys.”

Jason is glaring daggers at the two of them, but Dick and Steph don’t seem like they're going to let this go (their grins seem to confirm that).

They shush any attempt of his at getting in the middle of you three, their attention all on you. Questions like: How’d you meet? When did you guys become official? Are you working for any villains as a henchman, by any chance?

You answer with the same elegance as Jason loves about you, holding your head high and easing into conversation.

It’s only when Dick turns to look at the water pistol in Jason's hands and the lone Nightwing plush resting on the prize shelf does he address his little brother, “Trying to win the Nightwing plushie, are you Jaybird?”

Jason can feel his cheeks burn up. “...Yes.”

Dick gives him a small, genuine smile, one that speaks of that one sentence that he always hears from his brother: I’m proud of you, Jay. Maybe this isn’t so bad. He feels all the worries slowly leave his body as the scene finally sinks into his mind. His siblings are here, and you are here, talking and having a truly good time.

Yea, this isn’t so bad.

“Oh!” Steph speaks up, “Let me try!”

“I’m warning you, those ducks are rigged so you lose,” you tell the blonde before moving closer to watch, eyes curious.

“Watch and learn!” (Just like Jason) She aims, and it hits the swimming duck, “bullseye!”

“Whoa,” you exclaim, “that was perfect! Where did you learn to aim like that?” you ask, genuinely curious.

Steph's face freezes up in surprise. She fumbles with the plush being handed to her before pushing it your way. “It’s a talent, I guess? Aren’t I lucky?”

“Runs in the family?”

“..Yes?” She mumbles with a wobbly smile before throwing an arm around your shoulders. “So, you ever need to win another plush; you know who to call.”

Dick lets out a small chuckle while Jason glares at the Nightwing plush in your hands. “A fan?” Dick asks.

“Duh, but Jaybeans over here is more of a Red Hood enthusiast.”

“Babe—”

“What?”

The voices of his siblings and you slowly drown out the sounds of the fair. Jason watches the three of you talk and joke like you’ve been friends for ages. He might deny it, but god, he feels so happy right now. Happy that his family is getting along.

He feels at peace, and it’s all thanks to you guys.

© ROBINSFILM ﹕ I do not give consent for my writing to be posted or used on any other platforms without my permission and proper credit.

[werezolft]

The Dead Boy Detectives (and crew), have been occupying my thoughts the past few weeks. I’ve watched the show on repeat, rewatched Sandman, actually started reading the Sandman graphic novels (currently on Seasons of Mist, the introduction of the Dead Boys), and I’ve started drawing the episodes in the style of old teen detective novels.

I started these before getting super into behind the scenes details. I went down a bit of a rabbit-hole last night, and was delighted to learn that show-runner Steve Yockey wanted the show to be reminiscent of The Hardy Boys, one of the main influences of these covers.

The accuracy of their depictions varies, I don’t think they always really look like themselves. But I had a lot of fun.

I hope to continue designing these for a bit while the obsession holds, and maybe I can properly bring in purples, Crystal’s hero color.

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Image 1: A series of covers on a white background. From left to right, "The Case Of The Dandelion Shrine", "The Case Of Devlin House", "The Case Of The Dandelion Shrine" (alt cover), "The Case Of The Hungry Snake", and "The Case Of The Lighthouse Leapers".

Image 2: Three teenagers, Charles, Crystal and Edwin explore a blue green cave with a skull covered in dandelions on a center shrine. Charles holds a flashlight, Crystal is climbing in while her eyes have gone white during a psychic episode, and Edwin is playing lookout. At the top of the page in yellow italics is the text “Dead Boy Detectives” and below in off-white bold caps “THE CASE OF THE DANDELION SHRINE”.

Image 3: Edwin, Charles and Crystal peering around the corner of a yellow-green wooden hallway, looking at the silhouette of a man swinging an axe. They have varying worried expressions. At the top, in yellow italics is “Dead Boy Detectives” and in off-white bold caps “THE CASE OF DEVLIN HOUSE”.

Image 4: Crystal and Niko stare at each other across a green hallway. Niko has her left hand raised and is surrounded by glowing images, stars, hearts, moons, butterflies, rainbows, and sparkles. The cast a faint pink light. At the top in yellow italics is “Dead Boy Detectives”, and in off-white bold caps “THE CASE OF THE DANDELION SHRINE”.

Image 5: Charles and Edwin tied to chairs in a golden yellow room. Charles has an iron collar chained to his neck, and his wrists are bound. Edwin is in a white tank top, and his mouth is gagged with a clothe. On the wall is the shadow of the witch Esther, with her cane. In the corner is a large cabinet, Niko peers out of. On top of the cabinet is perched a crow, Monty. At the top, in yellow italics “Dead Boy Detectives” and in off-white bold caps “THE CASE OF THE HUNGRY SNAKE”.

Image 6: Edwin, Charles and Crystal stand on stairs overlooking the gray sea and red sky. A giant angler fish, Angie, is staring at them. In the corner, on top of the hill is a classic red and white striped lighthouse. At the top, in yellow italics “Dead Boy Detectives” and in off-white bold caps “THE CASE OF THE LIGHTHOUSE LEAPERS”.

Image 7: A series of book covers on a white background: “Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators in The Secret of Skeleton Island”, “Nancy Drew Mystery Stories, The Ghost of Blackwood Hall”, “Nancy Drew, The Mystery at Lilac Inn”, “The Hardy Boys, While the Clock Ticked”, and “The Three Investigators in The Mystery of the Coughing Dragon”.

[cosmopretty]

꣑୧summary— Paige having the biggest size kink, girl is 6 foot and got them muscles too, I know she’s such a bully in bed

warnings— dom!paige, sub!reader, size kink, dacryphilia, choking, bulge kink, smut, nsfw

You squeal when she pushes you down on her bed, climbing on top of you. Paige’s blond hair falls over her shoulder, as she straddles you “So pretty baby” she mumbles pulling the towel off of your body.

Paige got home right when you were in the middle of taking a shower, she wanted nothing more than to go into the bathroom and fuck you right then and their but she didn’t, she had the patience to wait. The moment you walked out of the shower to see her sitting on your bed, in nothing but a sports bra and shorts, as she pounces on you.

Her head dips into your neck, her breath fanning your neck as she leaves wet opened mouth kisses on your soft skin. Her lips meet that sweet spot on your neck that makes your whole body warm, she sucks on your neck before moving down your body. She kisses down your stomach until she’s right infront of where you needed her most.

“Please don’t tease Paige” You beg her staring at her through your lashes.

She looks up at you through your thighs “Can’t help it baby just so small and pretty under me” she whispers both her big hands holding your thighs open. Her breath fans your folds as she talks causing your hips buckle up and she smirks at the affect she had on you.

Your jaw falls slack as she licks a stripe through your folds, her tongue swirling around your clit. Her hands let go of your thighs as she gets up, you stare at her watching as she grabs the strap and strips of her clothes and puts it on.

Paige climbs back on top of you, her body covering your completely, you eye fall down to her abs, your hand coming to rub the muscles. She rolls onto her back, her hands on your hips pulling you on top of her “Go on baby ride my abs, put that small body to use and give me a show” she commands you moving her hands behind her head as her eyes watch your ever move.

Her abs flex as you push your core onto her, your moves back and forth on her stomach, your clit nudging against her muscles. Your slick covers her stomach as you whine “M can’t Paige, need you- need you please” you beg her stopping your movements not being able to her off without her.

“What? Poor baby can’t do anything by herself, just a useless little girl” She shakes her head staring at you with false disappointment.

She throws you off of her and your back hits the mattress as she hovers over you once again “Huh pretty little baby can’t do a thing for herself, gotta make me do all the work” she says rubbing the strap between your folds as you stare at her with unshed tears in your eyes.

Paige smirks and starts pushing the strap inside of your slowly, you moan at the stretch “too big Paige your too big” you mumble whimpering as the strap almost rips you open.

She shakes her head and her hand becomes to your stomach as she feels the bundle from her strap, inside you. You moan as she pushes down on it “I’m just too big for you baby” she starts moving her hips, thrusting the strap into you.

You moan grabbing onto the blonde girls strop bicep, your nails digging into her skin as she fucks you.

“God Paige- fuck please” you say not knowing what you’re even talking about anymore. Your brain gone to mush as she thrusts into you, the strap hitting that soft spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

She fastens her pace pushing the strap into you faster “Come on baby cum for me” she says her hand pushing harder onto the house in your stomach as tears start to stream down your face.

Paige loved it, the way your body clung to hers, how much bigger she was than you, her strength, all of it.

You feel the band in your stomach start to break as you moan cumming onto her strap. She doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck you with her strap “Good girl” she praises you slowly stopping as she pulls herself out of you.

Her hand comes to your face wiping your tears “So pretty when you cry huh I’m just too big for you” she whispers shushing you.

“Can you give me one more I know you can” Paige tells you her hand moving from your face to your neck, as she squeezes. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as your hands go to hers, to breathe. She watches your struggle under her before loosing her grip, you breathe in and out quickly as she smirks down at you.

Her other hand goes down between your legs, running through your folds as you moan. She thrusts two fingers into you unexpectedly “Fuck Paige” you moan as she starts to move her fingers inside you.

You stare at Paige before pulling her down to kiss you, your lips mesh together as she pushes herself fingers in and out of you. She pushes her tongue into your mouth, while her other hand stays on your neck holding you in place.

She pulls away and looks down at you her finger curling inside you, as your face scrunches she though you were adorable “Love you like this, all pretty and cute under me” she mumbles her mouth agape as she stares at your reactions.

She thrusts her finger deep inside you as her thumb comes to rub circles on your clit “Too much- it’s too much” you whimper at the overstimulated.

Paige shakes her head no “You can take it baby come on” she encourages you.

Your walls start to tighten around her fingers and she fastened her pace knowing you were about to cum. She moves her head down to kiss your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples as you come undone on her fingers.

“P-Paige I can’t” you whine as your juices run down her hand, the overstimulation starting to burn. She stops and looks up at your planting a kiss on your lips as she pulls away from your swollen clit “You did so good for me baby so good” she praises you again lying down next to you, playing with your hair trying to relax you.

[witchstone]

...not people on the za subreddit trying to convince others that a very obviously south african brand is actually italian