I humbly accept the cat with a rose 🌹🐈 Thank you very much my liege✨
(Also if you're wondering how I do lineart it's actually pretty simple, I zoom in a lot, only draw one stroke at a time, and use a fine brush (usually 3px or 4px), here's some linearting process I remember I recorded a while ago! (It's an old art but it's still pretty much the same as now))
hello! i love your art so much ^-^ both painting and your lineworks are so clean and good to the eyes. i'm inspired by you to learn how to lineart lately! do you have any advice on how to create clean, and good lineart? ^-^/ i hope you have a great day!!!
The first thing to remember when you want to draw clean lineart is to avoid the chicken scratch lines, I found this video on twitter the other day on how to achieve the confident and clean line strokes (source: x)
In the first example, you can see that the person is only focusing on a small area as they stroke the pencil to create a shape, this result in the chicken scratch lines, it doesn't look clean and you'll have a hard time figuring out the shape of the object you're drawing. However in the second example, you can see how the person tries to look at the bigger picture first before determining where the line strokes will start and end, this results in a cleaner lineart.
Another way to get the clean lineart result is by maximizing the pen stabilizer,
You can also use smaller brush to achieve the clean lineart look, the thicker the brush is, the more noticeable every "flaws" in the lineart so it'll be a bit harder to make the lineart look clean unless you set the stabilizer to 100, but if you use smaller brush, even if your line is sketchy, it'll still look neat when zoomed out!
Thank you so much for your kind words Anon and I'm really so SO sorry for the late reply 😭 I hope this helps!!
Hi C! I really love the way you capture a character’s expression. Any tips on drawing more expressive faces?
To me personally the most fundamental thing to draw expressions is your ability to feel the character's emotions. It may sound trivial and simple but when you can feel what specific emotions the character expresses you're one step closer to being able to draw good and diverse expressive faces (and by specific emotions I didn't mean something like angry or sad, it's those expressions that can't be described but you can still understand how it feels)
When you're able to do so, it'll be easier for you to pay attention to the smallest details on the character's face and/or body language, don't be afraid to put more wrinkles and squiggly lines for the mouth and eyebrows. Even the tiniest details like blushes on the cheeks or the size of the pupils can convey different feelings of the same emotions.
Both of these expressions are crying, but you can tell which one is crying from shock and which one is crying from joy.
Body languages also play an important part in conveying emotions, head tilt, hands gesture, shoulders position, even the back and the legs can amplify the emotion the character is showing.
There are MANY kind of expressions out there and you shouldn't limit yourself to few basic expressions like anger, sadness, happiness, etc., there are a lot of expressions that are hard to explain and I think it's good to practice drawing them too! You can do one of those expression meme challenges for practice 👍
Hi! I got into TGAA only a month ago, but since I finished and went to the fandom to search for fan arts, your works simply astounded me! Your composition, coloring, expressions! Your style is literally perfection and inspired me to try my hardest in drawing again so I could be someday at yours level! (I literally scrolled your ask tag for a whole day >///<) But my problem is my impatience so I rush into drawing without setting all the forms, guidlines, etc and get depressed when it all feels wrong... And even if I draw something I like I should really take my time to do details, but even then the imagine in my head is different to what my skills can do... Do you have any solution for such problem? Anything is fine, thank you in advance!
WAAAAA I'm so happy you like them Anon!! Thank you very much 😭😭❤
If you're struggling to establish a coherent idea in your mind, try making some thumbnail sketches before working on the real thing! I know it may take time but I think it's a better way to solve the problem and you won't be left with polished art you're dissatisfied with.
I don't really do thumbnail sketches for looser work, but for zines and commissions I usually do thumbnail sketches to see which idea works best and how I'm gonna execute said idea! Thumbnail sketches don't have to be black and white lineart sketches, you can also add some colors and a little shading to them (I always skip the color choosing part because I hate picking colors ABDSHSDKJ) and keep in mind not to overdo it!
I hope you find this helpful Anon and I'm so sorry for the super late reply 😭
slenderman x male photographer reader with reader being timid and nervous all the time and also likes to take photos slender from time to time
Hallooo! Yeah! This was hilarious because I like to think of Slender as pretty socially awkward, so it's like two shy dumbasses trying to get together but one of them has peanut butter in their throat. (Not allergic to peanuts.)...................Well……………I like this.
NSFW Slenderman x Photographer! Male Reader - Maybe a Few More Times~
Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!
Warnings: Stalking?, reader’s family is a mess, tentacles/tendrils, drugging, cum as lube, funny mutual pining, breeding, overstimulation, virgin reader, squirting.
Many things drew you to photography, the act of capturing the world around you, and sharing its beauty with others, all while you get to see it in person. Forests are among the most abundant places to capture life, beetles, birds, the smell of decomposing undergrowth, and dead animals being left to rot half eaten by scavengers. People think that the beauty of the earth is its life, but death is just as charming. Butterflies that feed on dead animals, deers that stay close to their dead members for the heat of their decomposing bodies, the rich nutrients for flowers to grow, life only flourishes when in the presence of death, and that is what makes you such a prosperous photographer.
People can enjoy the photo, but they pay for the story, they pay for the artist themself. Your beautifully macabre photos are likely as popular as they are because of your macabre life. Your family was full of indecent people, starting as far back as you can remember. Your great-grandfather was a criminal, jumping trains to steal from the cars, mentions of a few murders along the way, until he settled down with a girl who came from a family of farmers. Your grandfather was even worse, a pedophile that molested his own children, and even his grandchildren. Your father grew up in a house of fear, so it was no surprise that he was a bad father, his hate eventually caused the two of you to grow apart, and you didn’t contact him for almost a year.
He was delusional, thinking that your mother was feeding you lies, so a custody battle ensued, which she eventually won, and he killed her. He fled to his mother, in his childhood home, he knew that he would get caught, it was only a matter of time. His brother was a drug addict, he knew that he couldn’t take her, so he killed his mother, because she would die without his aid anyways, and then he killed himself. Your family was all over the news, and in your teens no less, you had lost your family in less than three days, everyone died like some kind of curse. People came to you to ask for the rights to your movie, you were simply appalled, your name was all over the news, all of a sudden classmates that you had never even talked to were suddenly caring about you, teachers, acquaintances, everyone. It made you sick.
You could hardly stand being around humans, so you finished highschool with no friends, went to college with the help of a scholarship, and launched your great career in photography. You were in your 20s now, you were quite mature for your age, so even after extensive therapy you couldn’t stand to be around kids your age. Some of your best photos included fruit so plentiful it rotted right on the tree, epiphytes strangling tree trunks, fungi on decomposing wood, lifting up the rot to reveal colonies of ants, spiders, and other insects living there. You eventually expanded to sea life, watching seals eat penguins, only to be ripped apart by orcas the next day, a constant struggle for life in freezing waters. Corpse flowers, carnivorous plants, and spiders were also things you covered, even traveling to Indonesia.
What you didn’t expect, however, was to photograph a talking, walking, omen of death like Slenderman. You happened upon him one day, while photographing some lichens in a forest, you saw him. Tall, even paler than snow, but just as cold. You both stayed still, the light sun made him shine a bright yellow, the bluey green forest framed him on either side, for someone so tall, he looked tiny right now. You took a picture, he looked so out of place, a tall monster in a suit, in the middle of the woods, it looked almost surreal.
You felt sick almost as soon as you had taken the picture, you hadn't photographed any people before, and the last social interaction you had was with a bird trying to get you away from her nest. Ogling Slenderman, it hit you that he really was a monster, and you felt yourself sweat in your hiking gear, you wouldn’t be surprised if he killed you right then and there. Slender didn’t know much about you, but the way that fear didn’t hit you as fast a freight train certainly interested him. He was gone in the blink of an eye, but you didn’t release your breath until your vision started going spotty. He appeared a few times after that, in the most random of places.
In your home, on hiking trips, even following you to Chile, which by then, you weren’t scared of him, just a little embarrassed. He had no problem with you taking pictures, after all, you never posted them, and taking his photo calmed you down, separating him from the man-eating monster he is to just a feature of the land. Like a tree. You had tried to talk to him, but for some reason no words ever left your mouth, like your throat was coated in peanut butter. Your limited social interaction with humans impeded your ability to socialize with anything, him included. But, he did talk to you. Mundane things, talking about that particular forest or other places he’s been, you could tell how curious he was about you, but he never asked you questions. While he did talk, he didn’t talk often, usually standing away at a distance, coming closer with every glance away from him, even popping up right next to you, looming over your shoulder like a bad omen.
He was probably the only sentient being on this planet that you enjoyed being around, he never pushed you or anything, and was always cordial, if not a little socially awkward like yourself. You had practiced talking to yourself into a camera, determined to speak with him at least once. You had seen him a few weeks later, near your house. You were taking photos of crows eating the tadpoles out of a dried up pond, and he appeared again. So after taking a photo of him, while you were still looking at him through the camera, you spoke.
“I am (Name). It’s nice to meet you.” You said, sounding robotic, your voice was loud and firm, your breath hitched and heart quickened when he was suddenly a few feet from you.
“I am Slenderman, it is nice to meet you, (Name.)” He had already told you his name before, but it felt nice to have him play along.
“How’s the weather up there?” You said and lowered your camera, staring up at him like an ant scaling a tree.
“It’s fine. If you don’t mind me asking, where did you hear that phrase?” He answered after a short pause, and you were a bit confused, you thought that all of your research would have paid off.
“I read that it was a way to greet people taller than oneself.”
“I see.” You furrowed your eyebrows at that, he couldn’t see. He has no eyes, but you thought it would be rude to mention.
“Yes.” The two of you stood in silence, not even the sound of your camera shutter was heard, and all the crows had flown away, leaving not even a feather. You had read that making small talk, usually about the weather, was a good way to socialize, but you had already mentioned the weather, so at the risk of sounding repetitive, you instead invited him to your house. “Would you like to come to my house?” The sentence was very automated, like you had no idea what else to say, you just knew that you wanted to be around him for longer.
“Alright.” Slenderman was surprised, most people don’t just invite a random eldritch being into their home, but then again most people also run away, scream, and most certainly don’t try to become friends. Or at least, he thought of the two of you as friends, maybe even more. The walk was short, and he had to slow down to match your pace, as your legs are much shorter than his. When you got to the house, things got a little awkward. Slenderman is around 10 feet tall, whereas your door was a standard 6/8 door, which was 6 feet.
You both looked at each other, in complete silence, and you felt your brain melting, it never said online what to do if your friend can’t fit through your door. You both felt awkward, sweating under the drumming summer heat. For a split second you wished that your mother was still around, even if it was only to arrange a playdate. “Shall we go to my house instead?” Slender said, and you looked at him, grateful for the solution.
“Alright.” You had wondered if you should ask where he lived, but decided not to. You stayed still as he took your hand, holding it lightly so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you were in the middle of a very large room. It was warm looking, cozy despite the huge walls and tall ceiling, with various antique looking items that seemed to serve no other purpose than filling the space. “You have a nice house.” You read online that it was polite to compliment another person's living space, in all honesty you were quite excited to test out your newly endowed social skills.
“Thank you. Would you like tea?” Slender said as he guided you to the couch, his hand still grasping yours. You blushed when you noticed it, but forced any indecent thoughts out of your head.
“Yes, I would like tea, thank you.” A polite response as he teleports away, leaving you all alone with your thoughts, and lamps. You noticed that he had a lot of lamps. It was almost concerning. He came back around ten minutes later with the tea, and before he drank from his cup, he turned away, and you heard tearing noises. Well, you supposed he had to have a mouth hidden away somewhere. Bringing the cup to your lips you recognized it as a loose-leaf oolong, which you both promptly drank in silence. “The tea is good, thank you.” You said after a few sips.
“Thank you.” The both of you drank your tea, emptying the pot in less than an hour. Gulping, not the tea, but the lump in your throat, you think back on what to say.
“You have a lot of lamps.”
He hums slightly, it almost sounded like a staticky purr. “I have three brothers. One of them keeps buying me lamps for my birthday and Christmas and such.”
“How many lamps do you have?” You were thrilled at having started a conversation.
“Six hundred-twenty-seven and counting.”
“You must have a great memory.” Yes, throwing in a compliment about the person is also a great way to make friends. You were so prideful right now, practically burning with elation. Or something else.
“Thank you.” You were suddenly at a loss, head feeling a bit fuzzy, and certain parts of your body feeling warm and roused. You didn’t think that social interactions caused these kinds of physiological reactions. Embarrassed, you shiver a little, suddenly becoming aware of how close you are to him, but too scared to move away for fear you’ll offend your friend.
Slender could taste your arousal in the air, drugging you wasn’t the most gentlemanly thing to do, but it gets the job done. He had lined your cup with it, it had acted slower than he would have liked, but the result was hitting you hard. Your face was bright red, every drip of sweat down your face and neck made him want to cover you in other liquids. “Slender?” You said, your voice lined with confusion and lust, your distaste for humans had him sure of your… inexperience, but that didn’t matter, he could teach you everything. He slid his hand round your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap.
You had pretty much no idea what was happening, well, not no idea… but you thought this kind of stuff happened around the third or fourth date, and you weren’t even sure if this was a date. You weren’t complaining however, the throbbing need in your pants swelling ever so much under his salacious touch. Gulping, you lean into him, feeling just a little more reassured when you feel a prominent bulge in his pants, at least you weren’t the only one.
“Hold still.” You shiver at his low tone, moaning as black tendrils surround your body, your clothes slip off a little too easily, being set off to the side and forgotten.
“Alright.” You reply, not wanting to come off as rude. You shrivel as you feel his warm, wet, rather long tongue on your neck, you try your best to stay still, but you only writhe even more as a thick tendril snakes around your hard, dripping length and starts pumping it. His hands are rubbing your thighs and waist, keeping your body flush against his, his tendril slides under your foreskin, pulling it back and rubbing your wet head, digging into the slit lathering the tip in your precum. You grip his thighs tightly, letting out whimpers and moans while you try to hold back your voice. You whine when his tendril focuses on the base of your shaft, rubbing along a sensitive vein, you buck your hips slightly, wanting to feel the teasing on the tip of your shaft again. “P-please, put it back, I-i want it there too, please.”
You breathe out, bringing your dominant hand to your shaft and a tendril pulls it back, rubbing your wrists. “How polite~” He purrs, bringing a second tendril to your tip, playing with it as he did before. You moan shamelessly from the stimulation, and it doesn’t take long for a magma-like heat to build in your stomach as you cum, lathering his black tendrils in a thick, milky white. You shiver in his grasp, heaving from your intense orgasm. You whimper when the tendrils rub up and down your soaked cock, getting even more of your cum on them, lubing them up to take to your hole.
Your breath hitches and you keep your legs steady, you try to relax your body as you feel them entering your tight heat, your hole burns at the stretch, not with pain, but pleasure. Every touch of the tendrils inside you sends you reeling, masturbation never felt this good, every squeeze around your prostate and circling of your wet hole had you moaning and whining, grinding your hips onto the wet tendril.
“It feels good, please, please touch me more, I, uh, k-kiss me, please.” You turn your face to meet his blank one, your neck slimy and glistening from his saliva.
“Of course, sweetheart.” His tongue trails up your neck and chin, wriggling its way into your mouth. You moan around the appendage, his tendrils thrusting into you at a slightly faster speed, one of them teasing and prodding your prostate while the other probes deeper into your pink hole, the sheer bliss making you see stars. Or maybe just the lamps.
“It feels good.” You say while his tongue is still in your mouth, bouncing down onto the tentacles inside of you, almost at your peak. Your insides tighten and flutter around them, and he quickened his pace, making you moan and cry out into his mouth as you cum for the second time. “S-slender.” You breath out, sweat dripping down your body, nipples hard and pink, and your dick still not satisfied. You shot your load onto your thighs, feeling embarrassed and a little guilty as you watch it slide down onto his pants. “I, um, Slender, I think I need, m-more.” you choke out and lightly fuck your twitching insides farther down on his tentacles, the pleasure of the mild overstimulation only making you more excited. “Please.” you squeak out, cheeks flushing even more than before.
You hear his pants unzipping, his own hard cock breaking free and slapping your thigh. It’s so hard it practically hurts, and it’s heavy too, and thick, and you can feel it throbbing on your skin. Just looking at it is tantalizing, making your insides throb with even more want. “Alright.” He groans into your ear, his voice getting even more staticky and scratchy the more aroused he gets.
“A-alright.” You repeat, you try to reach for his cock, only to find that your hands are bound, being kept in place on either side of his thigh. “Would you, please maybe, put it in?” You writhe on top of him, his tentacles feeling so small and unsatisfactory in comparison to his thick, wet cock.
He purrs, the vibrations down his chest making you squeak and shiver. “Put what in?” oh god, he was playing hard to get. And that was a game that you weren’t very good at.
“I, uh, y-your dick, please.” You grit your teeth and cry slightly as his tentacles leave your throbbing walls, your slutty hole clenching around the cold air.
“In, where~” His voice made your head fuzzy, drunk off the thick smell of sex permeating the air.
“In my ass, please, Slender.” You buck your hips a little closer to his dick, moaning as it rubs against your wet hole. He kisses the back of your neck, and you bite your lip as one of his tendrils grasps his cock and lines it up with your hole.
“Good job, sweet heart.” He bites into your neck, the pain clashing with the blinding pleasure of his cock. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as he pushes his thick cock in, in, in, resting just under your stomach, making it bulge out slightly. You moan and your legs shake as you fuck yourself down on his cock, your dick twitching whenever his tip collides with your colon, moaning even harder as he bucks his hips into yours, pounding your needy insides. “It feels good~” He lets out an obscene staticky moan into your ear as he fucks your insides at a brutal pace, every thrust depriving you of air and filling you with toe curling pleasure.
“I-it does, feel good, thank you~” You cry out, your mind feeling just as soft and mushy as your insides, drool dripping from your mouth as you stare at his cock go in and out of you, pistoning into you like a machine built solely for your pleasure. You moan and whimper on his dick, your insides twitching and fluttering as a red-hot knot builds up in your stomach, you scream as you cum, that knot snapping as you cum all over your thighs and stomach, coating yourself in even more of your shameful arousal. “Ah, no-no, don’t stop!” He fucks all your cum out of you, pounding your colon and scraping your prostate as you tighten around his throbbing cock, reeling from the overstimulation of your insides.
You clench his thighs, your knuckles turning as white as Slender’s skin and try to bounce into his dick, your head feeling feverish and hot, needing even more, each orgasm coming faster and hitting harder than the last. His dick seems to get bigger inside of you, crushing against your prostate and rubbing it raw, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your hot lower half. Your eyes twitch as you feel another orgasm fast approaching, tear filled orbs rolling back as you tighten and clench around Slenders cock, sending both of you over the edge.
You hear him growl and moan into your ear, like a faulty radio or a broken record, the staticky purring making you clench even tighter around his thick length. “Ah, ah, it feels so good! Slender~” You scream his name as you cum, but this time the liquid is much thinner, squirting out of your urethra like a hose of arousal. Your insides convulse around his cock, and he shoots his heavy load inside of you, coating your insides with white, filling your stomach until it bulges out, like you had eaten a rather heavy meal. You feel him twitching inside your hot, throbbing walls, his breathing slowing down as he calms himself.
You blush as you look down at your stomach, and think of your churned insides, they clench and squeeze around his cock, and you realize it’s far from enough. “M-maybe just, one more time, please, S-slender?” Your tone sounds so innocent, but the words feel filthy. Slender feels his own length starting to stir, not opposed to your polite request. His purring voice sends tremors through you, your wet dick dripping with even more excitement.
There was a harsh slam from the front of the apartment.
From your place in the back bedroom, folding fresh laundry, you jumped. Miguel must be home. He must’ve had a bad day.
Lyla confirms your suspicions when she pops up next to you, giving you half as large of a scare.
“Jesu-“ you clutch your heart, “Lyla you can’t ju- whatever- is he alright?” You ask, quietly as you can because you know Miguel will pick up anything he can focus on across this apartment and even through the walls with his heightened senses.
Lyla shakes her head, and your stomach drops. He’s either pissed or hurt. Or both.
You abandon the laundry to seek a more important goal.
You find Miguel clutching the kitchen island. His knuckles are torn through the suit, something hard to do with the nearly impenetrable fabric. You can see other tears littering the surface of his torso and powerful legs. You swallow.
It’s never usually this bad.
“Miggy…” you say, quietly. “What happened honey?”
He doesn’t respond so you decide to gently, slowly reach a hand out to touch his shoulder. But before you can even make contact he whips around towards you and leaps with a feral snarl.
“MIGUE-“ you can’t even get through the scream of his name before he’s on top of you, red eyes glowing and fangs popping out even longer than they usually seem. His talons sink into your thin flesh and for a minute you genuinely think you’re about to die, here on the floor of Miguel’s kitchen on some average Tuesday.
Lyla has thought ahead though, and at that moment a light flashes in your peripherals a swirling portal of blue and orange. Before you can turn to look, the weight of Miguel is thrown off you to the side and a loud crack echoes across the apartment as his back meets the side of the island with a harsh dent.
Three people hop out of, what you can only assume, is a portal.
A tall man with brown hair, a 5 o'clock shadow and a small red headed child strapped to his chest, a very pretty very pregnant taller woman, and a smaller girl with blonde choppy hair all fold out in a line.
You’re still not sure what’s happening, and your brain is on too much adrenaline to think of anything other than the immediate danger right now.
Somehow, your sweet, caring, and sometimes grumpy boyfriend has become some sort of…feral killing machine.
You realize suddenly that you’re practically hyperventilating as Lyla stands over you and snaps a few times, calling your name.
“Y/N…Y/N!” She says. Her glowing form is painful to look at right now but not as painful as the shallow cuts on your arms from Miguel’s claws. You belatedly realize you’re bleeding when the younger blonde woman comes over and crouches beside Lyla to inspect your arms.
“Peter, they’re bleeding.” She calls back to the man, Peter, you assume. You glance in that direction to see him and the other woman standing over Miguel.
“What's happen-“ you try to sit up but your head spins.
‘Minorly concussed’ Lyla explains. Which also explains why you’re pretty sure you’re seeing other Spider-people right now.
Unless everything has just suddenly gotten weird.
It seems it can only keep getting worse though, as it’s then you realize that Miguel could be getting back up any minute. You turn your head sharply with a twinge of hot pain up your neck as your heart rate spikes at the thought of the experience you just had happening again.
Your fears are quelled though once you see that Peter and the other woman, Jess, you learn from the blonde one talking to her too, have Miguel in some sort of cuff like contraption he struggles against.
He’s also muzzled. You’d almost laugh if he hadn’t tried to kill you a few minutes ago.
The baby on Peter’s chest babbles and yeah, you’re definitely seeing things now because this is just so bizzare you can’t imagine how you had gotten dragged into this.
Suddenly, a large and lanky man with a scary looking Mohawk of spikes steps through the still glowing circle in your wall.
Lovely. More of them.
Peter and the man talk for a second and then you see the scary man look towards you.
No. No.
Whatever is about to happen you’re not on board with it as this strange man hoists you bridal style like you weigh nothing. You’d attempt to fight back if you had any strength left in you, but the further you get towards the glowing portal the more your brain begs for sleep.
As the man steps through, you drift off into a dream.
-
You wake with a start.
The first thing you notice is that your headache is much, much, worse. The second thing is that you are pointedly not in your own apartment.
You were hoping the thing with Miguel was just some sort of fucked up bad dream but judging by your bandaged arms and throbbing temples, it was all real.
The blonde woman is sitting in the corner of the room, a white and sterile looking place that you’d assume to be a hospital room if you couldn’t see an absolute amalgamation of spidermen, just like Miguel, milling about outside the glass wall on your left.
Your jaw drops.
What is happening.
Are you suddenly crazy? Have you seriously gone mad? This has to be some sort of psych ward if this is what your brain is coming up with.
The blonde woman notices your consciousness. She has another young man with curly hair beside her, a similar age you guess from their similar build and height.
“Hi, how are you feeling?” She asks as she stands from a chair and walks to your bedside.
“Am I going insane?” You ask.
She blanches at that, obviously not expecting it.
“Um- no you’re not. This is all real. My name is Gwen and this is-“ she gestures to the boy, “Miles. We’re assigned to watch over you until you wake up and are feeling better.”
You swallow. That explains almost nothing.
“But- what is this place?” You look back out the window.
“Oh! This is HQ.” Gwen says, like that means anything to you.
“HQ for what?” You say.
That seems to make it click for Gwen. “You mean…Miguel didn’t tell you?” She quirks an eyebrow seemingly genuinely confused that Miguel wouldn’t share his involvement in…whatever this is.
“No- no he hasn’t mentioned anything. I mean, I know he’s Spider-Man but there’s like- a million of you…” you drift off, shifting to sit up in your bed.
Miles laughs from behind Gwen. She shoots him a look and he blushes looking down at his feet.
“Well not a million but- yeah there’s a lot.” She says. “This is HQ for the spider-multiverse.”
“The what?” You ask, still confused.
“You know what let me just-“ she sighs and pulls up a watch on her wrist. It’s identical to the one Miguel used to wear around his arm back home. He’d always been shady about it but now you know why.
“Lyla, help me out here will you?” She asks into the watch. The familiar glowing figure pops up and it sends such a pant for homesickness into your heart that you almost want to cry. She’s an island of normalcy in a horrible sea of crazy right now.
“Hi, Y/N!” She greets in her constantly chipper voice.
“Hi…” you repeat. Gwen slips the watch off her wrist and holds it out to you. Gently, you clutch it in your hands as Lyla explains the many, many, thousands of worlds and Spider people in them. The information is shocking enough but most jarring is the fact that Miguel has been running it all almost 24/7.
You knew nothing about this.
For a brief, fleeting moment you feel slightly betrayed. He didn’t trust you with this, so what else could he be lying about?
But then you remember where you left off with him. A spike of fear shoots up your aching spine.
“So where’s Miguel?” You ask frantically, looking between Gwen, Lyla, and Miles for an answer. None of them seem to have one for you.
“Let me get ahold of Peter…” Gwen says as she lifts the watch out of your hands. You twiddle your thumbs nervously, the movement of the muscles sending tiny waves of pain up your arms.
Gwen finishes whatever call she turned to make with this Peter guy and spins back around.
“So, this is going to sound weird.”
You laugh.
“This entire day has practically flipped my world upside down. Hit me.” You deadpan. Miles laughs again but Gwen huffs a snort with him this time.
“So, currently Miguel is being held in our prison sector.”
Your heart drops.
“Why? Is he okay?” You shoot off questions faster than she can answer as you sit further and further up in the bed.
Gwen holds her hand up to slow you down and you take the signal, snapping your mouth closed.
“Ok, well here’s what I know.” She starts. “Miguel got some sort of poison from his last battle. It reacted badly with his DNA that’s part Spider and he’s currently pretty feral. That’s why he attacked you. They have him in an impenetrable cell in the holding area and he’s been muzzled for his own safety.”
You cannot believe this.
Those scratches, they must’ve been really really bad to cut through his suit like that. That must’ve been why he had come home in such a foul mood, he wasn’t thinking straight.
He must’ve been out of his mind completely when he attacked you.
“They’re working on an antidote, hopefully it’ll be ready soon.” Gwen says with a small smile. It does little to cure your nerves but it’s still nice of her to try.
Miles pipes up finally from behind her. His voice is soothing.
“We can take you to see him.” Miles says.
Gwen really does shoot him a look then. You giggle to yourself. It reminds you so much of you and Miguel’s relationship. If these two aren’t together they probably will be soon, you think.
“I’d like that.” You say, standing from your bed.
-
They were right. Miguel isn’t himself.
He’s huddled up in the furthest corner of the red block. The cell borders are reinforced, so you don’t fear much when you walk up to crouch next to the front wall.
Miguel smells you or senses you, something along those lines, because the minute you rest on the balls of your feet, his head swivels like a snake around to fix you in that terrible red gaze.
His eyes are practically glowing as he barrels towards the wall you’re at and slams his full body weight into it. His talons are out, clawing furiously and futilely at the screen. If this cage was even half as sturdy as it currently is Miguel would’ve killed you by now.
You can’t imagine what would make him act like this, even if his primal instincts are being tapped into. You’re his partner. Surely even in such a state Miguel would recognize you?
Apparently not, as Miguel also attempts to bite at you through both the muzzle and the wall. You sigh.
There’s something cold and unsettling about seeing him this way. He’s barely ever gotten angry at you, has never once blown up on you and it’s absolutely unfathomable that he would ever lay a hand on you. So now, seeing this side of him, it breaks your heart.
“He’s a little crazy right now.” A man’s voice says from behind you. You look up from where you’re sitting cross legged on the ground to see the same man from before, Peter, standing with his hands gently bouncing the smiling baby in front of him.
You can’t help but smile as the little girl lets out a joyous giggle, even as Miguel still tries to claw his way to you from inside the cage. You’re glad it’s soundproof, you’d probably have to leave if it wasn’t.
“You know him?” You ask. Peter takes his cue and sits next to you with a groan as he saddles his body down into the same position. You feel that same sensation, painful joints and now painful muscles with your injuries. You can’t imagine throwing the exhaustion of a kid into the mix.
You won’t lie though, you had thought about it. Miguel had mentioned a hypothetical child once or twice, but you could tell it was something he wanted more than anything. And before all of this, you would’ve given him what he asked for in a heartbeat. Seeing Miguel as a dad would’ve made you the happiest person in the world.
“Yeah I know him.” Peter finally answers your question. “I’m like his right hand man. Or I was at least. Maybe his left hand man now that I have this one,” he tickles the soft tummy of the girl and she cackles with glee. You smile at them.
“He never mentioned any of this.” You say.
“He never mentioned you.” Peter says.
That breaks your heart a little, but you don’t let it show.
On the other side of the screen Miguel has seemingly given up on trying to kill you, at least for now. Tiring himself out seems to have mellowed him slightly as he now sits eye level with you, panting and crouching in anticipation.
You sigh.
“How long will he be stuck like this?” You ask. You don’t expect an exact answer, not wanting to get your hopes up.
“I…I don’t know. We shouldn’t have let him go home like that. It was our fault you got hurt. Jess and I-“ he must mean the other woman you surmise “-we thought he lived alone, and even though he doesn’t get cut often we had no idea the anomaly could do that.”
“You couldn’t have known.” You say, trying to comfort him a little, even though you feel slightly hollow.
“We’re working on it though. We’re gonna fix this.” Peter says with a new determination. You smile half heartedly. He stands suddenly, renewed with more energy than he sat down with. “I’m going to go check on that antidote. You’re a little better right?” He gestures to your arms.
You nod. It’s the best you can give him in this situation.
He nods back and walks towards a large hallway opening.
You turn back to Miguel.
The area in which they have him housed is empty and large. His cage stands in the back part of the room. As far as you can tell, it’s just you two now.
Your arms still hurt, but your head has gotten better with some walking and Tylenol.
“Miggy…” you sigh. There’s so much built up stress just from the past few hours that it makes your entire body tense. You lean forward and place your hand on the glass-like substance.
Miguel’s eyes flick quickly to it and for a second you see a look on his face that seems almost like himself again.
It shocks you when he puts his hand back up to the glass mirroring yours.
You tear up.
“Miguel.” You beg. “Please, please come back.”
He doesn’t seem to understand, and the moment passes, as he licks his fangs through the muzzle. His talons pop out and he begins clawing where your hand just was again. You sigh.
It was worth a shot.
You stand, pushing yourself up of the ground. “Okay, we’ll- if you’re like this there’s no point in me being here.”
You turn to leave, maybe you can find Gwen and ask her to get you some food. You have a suspicion you’re going to need more Tylenol to-
“Y/N-“ a ragged voice says from behind you.
You whip around.
Miguel, your Miguel stares back at you. His eyes are wide and terrified but it’s definitely him even if it is for just a split second.
As quick as it’s there, it’s gone. Whatever is overriding his system comes back with vigor as you race towards the cage and press yourself desperately against the glass.
“Say it again- Miguel, please, say it again-“ You are breathy and panicked. He’s in there. Somewhere.
Miguel, the feral one, continues to paw at where you stand with his nails.
“I’m going to get you out.” You press your forehead up against the glass and look into his eyes.
There’s a sound from behind you and Gwen’s voice echoes from the doorway.
“Hungry?” She asks as you quickly pull away.
“Absolutely.” You say, following her.
As you leave you glance backward. Miguel stands, watching you leave.
You’re going to get him back, even if it kills you.
hi clef!! i first stumbled upon your art on twitter via a comic tutorial you posted. i finally decided play AA a month ago and remembered about your art and thankfully found your account again. After also finding your tumblr,, its just. wow. going through people's art tags is always a journey, especially when theres stuff in it that are older than a decade, haha. i just wanna say that your improvement over time motivates me to keep drawing, as ive been recently studying forms and shapes in other people's art, and yours is definitely one of the best examples. As im taking a gap year to work on a portfolio for college, i finally had the proper opportunity to start studying art as i wanted.
i mainly wanted to ask- when drawing, what types of references do you use for character poses? they always seem really natural but also have that "homemade feeling"- as in applied really well into an art style. The way you draw expressions is also really immaculate! I was wondering (if its alright with you), whether if you have tips on that too?
thank you regardless, and i hope you have a great day!
I hope this doesn't come off as bragging because honestly when I'm drawing poses I almost never use references 😭💦 During my art journey I conditioned myself to draw without references because my parents didn't allow me to have internet access until I went to high school, it was hard to get references for drawing so it was mostly just "frick around and see what happens", I just tried to project whatever I have in mind into the canvas 😂 Instead of training my eyeballing skill, I ended up training my muscle memory and the way I imagine poses in my head (that's why I'm a bit bad with realism drawing because I have bad eyeballing and real-time observation skills).
I do use references sometimes when the pose is a bit hard to get because it has many foreshortenings and hidden parts like this Diavolo doodle I made, but I studied the reference instead of tracing it so I can get a better gist of how things work in case I'll need to draw the same pose again in the future. (Also I hate that whenever I try to find some references for a specific pose google suggested me porn sites instead zzzz)
But I'm not saying using references is wrong, not at all 😭!! It's just my way of drawing! I'm lazy and get distracted easily once I'm scrolling the internet pages, it's also why I don't usually use 3D models in CSP because trying to get the right pose with that may take a while and the outcome isn't really worth the time because it often looks stiff, weightless, and unnatural.
And same goes for expressions! I think being a (somewhat) avid manga reader extends my visual library for expression (and um, I think drawing steamy stuff helps too because you can practice drawing exaggerated expressions and poses, just make sure you're not drawing the same type of expression and pose/angle over and over 😳💦)
I hope this helps and I'm sorry it got a bit long 😭😭!!
⚣💪🏻 A/N→ Just know this was inspired by this post. I saw it last night and was like, "Yeah, I gotta write this." So thank you @gone-batty-fics!
WARNINGS: Violence, NSFW, Anal Rough Sex, Choking, Jealous & Possessive Behavior, Size Kink
I do apologize for any grammatical errors, I'm still making my way through proofreading but wanted to post this before midnight.
⚣💪🏻 Summary→ Five times people thought you needed rescuing from your boyfriend, Jason Todd. And the one time, someone needed rescuing from you.
⚣💪🏻 Word Count→ 7.7k
⚣ ENJOY 💪🏻
Okay, you got it.
Your boyfriend was a very intimidating and scary guy when he wanted to be. But, that didn’t mean people had to keep asking you if you needed saving like you were some damsel in distress. You weren’t even a damsel! You were a damsmen. Damsman? A Damson?
Oh, forget it. Point still stands, people needed to stop treating you like you needed rescuing. You were fine! Besides, when he wasn’t out hunting criminals, Jason was literally the least threatening person in the world. It was you bitches should be worried about! And if bitches didn’t believe you, bitches could just find out on their own.
Bitch.
~
The first time wasn’t bad. You considered it actually sweet and could see how under the circumstances if someone was not aware of the dynamic between you and the vigilante.
It was a sunny day in Gotham for once. Everyone was out, enjoying the sunshine while having barbecues in the parks, strolling down the street in sunhats and sandals, and going swimming at the local pools. You were no different, seeing the usual moody and depressing atmosphere absent from the sky and deciding immediately to take advantage of it and drag your boyfriend Jason out, making the whole day a date between you two.
You and Jason decided on simple outfits since the sun was out and the temperatures were warmer than usual. You decided on a regular button-up, leaving the top three buttons down to show some skin, which your boyfriend both loved and hated since he could ogle your chest with no shame, but anyone else could do the same. You paired it with some boat shoes and simple shorts that did an excellent job hugging your ‘boo-twah,’ a nickname Jason gave your ass for its large-hand-friendly size, as he liked to say.
“Instead of like boo-tee, it’s boo-TWAH. It’s just out there.” He explained one morning when you had spent the night at his place. Jason, sitting and ogling at his boyfriend in his well-fitted yoga pants and sleeveless hoodie while you made breakfast.
“You are such a nerd.” You laughed at him.
“Well, this nerd scored big,” He responded before landing a heavy smack on your behind, which you chastised him for since he made you almost fling the eggs you were scrambling out of the pan.
Back to the sunny day, Jason dressed simply too but was more relaxed than you. He went for a comfortable pair of joggers, one of his nicer gym shoes, and a tank top covered by a sleeveless hoodie since he got hot easily.
A few months after you and Jason got together, he told you about his double life and his family’s. It explained why when he would spend the night at your house a few times, you’d play doctor while wondering where he was getting all these bruises and wounds. As you and Jason grew closer and began to explore your ‘interest’ in each other’s bodies, you’d found he was actually shy about his body even though the man was built like a tank.
It wasn’t necessarily his body he was ashamed of. It was his scars he actually didn’t like. All things he saw as painful reminders of his more than rough past, especially the bigger ones he had received from Joker. You were patient with him and reminded him at every possible chance that his scars were nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, they were to be celebrated and seen as trophies. Reminders that in the face of everything thrown at him, he came out on top stronger than ever.
Over time, Jason became more confident and comfortable in his body. He bought more shirts, tank tops, and shorts that showed his arms, chest, and legs. Even going as far as cutting the sleeves off some of his hoodies since you owned many pairs, and he loved how they looked on you. He’d prefer to wear yours, but since you were much smaller than him, he’d end up stretching or ripping them. Now, you were no dainty stick or anything like that. You had some meat on your bones and were taller than the average guy. But again, Jason is built like a tank and very much dwarfed you in size.
You weren’t complaining.
He also loved the benefit of the sleeveless hoodies as they made him look more intimidating, which helped whenever he noticed other guys and girls at the gym ogling you a little too long for his liking. He didn’t care who it was, Jason would always look out for and protect you.
Yet, others seemed to see it differently as you walked down the street in Gotham, going in and out of the various stores. You were both sipping on some slushies while chatting about whatever, Jason holding your shopping bags in one hand. You tried to snatch the bags from him multiple times since you didn’t want to feel like Jason was your butler or servant. Besides, you worked out too. Look at your arms! You could carry Jason if you wanted to.
Okay, yes, you knew that was a lie but you were allowed to dream. You’d get there…someday.
“Jason, give me my bag. I can carry it myself!” You said, trying to reach for the bag again.
“Sorry, Bugs, you know the rules. You’re not allowed to carry anything in my presence. Well, except my love for you. That’s heavy enough as it is.” Jason said with a cheeky smile.
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s corny behavior and another one of his nicknames for you. You’d made the mistake of bringing Jason around your best friend during a study session for one of your classes. He revealed your childhood obsession with Looney Tunes and how many times when you reacted to a situation, you were a carbon copy of Bugs Bunny with his sarcasm and behavior.
“Get away from me dude,” You said, putting distance between yourself and the brick wall of a man.
“Ah, get back here.”
Jason grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to his side, nuzzling his face into your neck while tickling your sides.
“Jason, stop!” You shouted in laughter, trying to push him away.
“Never! You are now my hostage.” He joked back with you.
You stood there for a few more seconds wrestling with each other on the sidewalk. Someone should really scold you two very for acting so cutesy and loving out and public like that. WE GET IT! You’re in love! Stop rubbing it in our faces.
When you broke apart, you found yourselves outside a bookstore. You saw Jason’s eyes light up even if his face didn’t show it. He turned towards you, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes and pout.
“Oh, get in there you dork. But, don’t max out your dad’s credit card!” You said, successfully pushing him off you.
He leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips before shooting into the store like the Flash. “No promises!” He yelled over his shoulder.
While he was in the store living out his childhood fantasy, you decided to let your ankles rest since you had been on them for a few hours. Jason offered to carry you at one point, and though it was tempting, you declined.
You sat on a nearby bench while scrolling on your phone for a bit. Your head shot up when you spotted someone approaching you from the street. It was two girls, both who looked to be in their late 20s to early 30s, carrying concerned looks on their faces.
“Hi!” You spoke with a smile, waving to the women walking up to you.
“Hey, are you okay?” One of them asked when they got to you.
Now, you had a confused expression on yours.
“I’m sorry?” You responded with a puzzled eyebrow raised.
“We were across the street when we saw that guy grabbing you. We can walk with you to the police station if he’s harassing you.” The other woman said.
‘Were these chicks on crack?’ You thought.
“Um, I think there’s been some confusion–” You started but was interrupted by the door swinging open, an excited Jason springing out of the store.
“BABE! THEY’VE GOT A MINT-CONDITIONED PRIDE & PREJUDICE! Can I get it?! Please!!!” Jason shouted while running up to you and grabbing you by your arms.
You could barely keep off the amused smile on your face while looking around your boyfriend’s shoulder to see the two girls looking shocked and embarrassed by your giant for a boyfriend, begging you for a book like a kid.
Jason turned around as well, seeing the two women staring at you two while he just pulled you closer to his body, wrapping his arms around you.
“Who are your friends, Bugs?”
“Just some nice girls being friendly,” You answered before using your hand to turn Jason’s head back toward you. “Don’t you already have three copies at home, Jason? Why do you need another?”
“Okay, but those are all old copies and are falling apart. This one is BRAND NEW! Never been opened. Please!!!”
You could only sigh at his antics before turning back to the girls, “I’m fine, ladies. But, thank you for asking.”
They both nodded with embarrassment before walking off down the street, Jason watching them with a confused expression before looking down at you.
“What was that about?”
“Don’t worry about it.
~
This one also wasn’t so bad, but it was still annoying.
Your parents were out of town for a month for their anniversary, so you invited Jason over. When he got there and saw how your cupboards and fridge were damn near empty, he was upset at you for not telling him you had no food and your parents for not supplying you with anything.
Truth be told, they literally just forgot to go before they left. Jason always wondered where you got your forgetfulness from. Now, he knew.
So, he dragged you to your local wholesale store once again with his adoptive father’s credit card to stock and load your cabinets so you wouldn’t go hungry. Well, really so, Jason wouldn’t go hungry since he would be spending a lot of time at your place now. Again, the man was like a mountain, so of course, he ate like one.
You had been in the store for about 15 minutes, and already your cart was damn near half-full.
“Jay, don’t you think this is enough? We don’t have to get a bunch of stuff today.” You voiced, eyeing the growing basket with concern.
“Bugs, you can’t stay in your house for a month and not have any food. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go hungry?” He responded while grabbing four boxes of your favorite cereal brands off the shelf and placing them neatly in the basket.
If it’s one thing that shocked you to learn about Jason was that he was very clean and organized with anything. You expected that trait more out of his brothers like Tim or Damian. But in truth, Tim was more of an organized chaos type of guy, and Damian was very simplistic, so he didn’t really need to organize much, except for his drawings and paintings, which he sometimes left scattered all over his desk.
Dick was a mess that couldn’t be saved. God bless the soul that ended up with that man.
But Jason was the cleanest out of all of them. The man could barely go two days without scrubbing down or re-organizing something. Again, you weren’t complaining. Every time he came over, he’d clean your room without you even asking.
“Okay, but my parents did leave me money to order out. Plus, I don’t want Bruce thinking I’m using you for money, or anything like that, especially since you keep taking his credit card.” You pointed out to which your boyfriend scoffed in response.
“Please, as much as that man has put me through, maxing out his credit card is the last thing he’s worried about me doing. And don’t worry, he and the rest of the family loves you. Honestly, if it wasn’t for you dating me and the fact that you have great parents, I wouldn’t be surprised if the old man didn’t try to adopt you, which, if I haven’t mentioned this already, I don’t recommend it.” He finished while heading further down the breakfast food aisle and grabbing boxes of pop-tarts.
“Fourth time.” You stated. Jason does not hold back regarding his tense relationship with his adoptive parent.
That was something you’d also been watching him work on.
When Jason met your parents and saw the relationship between your father and you, it opened up an emotional wound he wasn’t prepared for. And though he still had some resentment toward the Billionaire Playboy, aka the Dark Knight, for not sending Joker to the seventh ring of hell after his death, it didn’t mean he didn’t still care for and love the man. He just had mental blocks he needed to work through, and you’d be there to support him.
Jason was about to give you one of his dorky responses until he realized he forgot the credit card in your car.
“Shoot, I forgot the card in the car. Where’re your keys?” He asked.
You handed them to him, and he gave you a quick kiss and a slap on the ass with a warning to not put anything back before rushing towards the entrance/exit of the store. Rolling your eyes, you moved down the aisle scoffing at his warning. Of course, he knew you were going to try and put some of the items back. Just like you knew him better than himself sometimes, it was the same for him with you. He could predict your next move before it popped into your head which you found very cute but extremely annoying at times.
While you stood there for a few moments scrolling on your phone out of boredom, you heard a voice speak up behind you.
“Excuse me.”
You turned around to see two guys around your age standing behind you. You figured they were trying to get to something behind you, so you moved yourself and your cart out of the way.
“Oh, my bad. Here ya go.”
“No, no! Not that. We were just wondering if you needed help getting your car or getting away from that guy. We saw him drag you in here.”
You barely held back the eye roll that was itching in your skull. Yes, Jason did somewhat have to drag you into the store since you insisted that you didn’t need to go grocery shopping. But, what happened to common sense? If Jason truly was holding you hostage or had bad intentions for you, why in the world would he bring you to a grocery store out of all places?!
Seriously, what were they thinking? That he was going to stick a Fruit-Loops box over your head and torture you with your most hated juice flavor?
A small sigh escaped your mouth before you responded to the boys, “Okay, this is not what it looks like. That guy is my boyfriend, and we’re just grocery shopping. I promise I’m fine.” You assured the guys.
“Are you sure? He isn’t forcing you to say any of this, right? I know that guy’s intimidating, but we can call security or the police to help you.”
Before you could respond, you both heard the sounds of quick footsteps approaching from around the corner. You turned to see him holding a plate with two large slices of pepperoni pizza and a large orange soda.
“Babe, I got you two slices of pizza and your favorite soda from the food court. I know you haven’t eaten today, so I figured you could snack on this, and then we can get you some chicken tenders and fries from your favorite restaurant after we leave here.” He offered while handing you the plate, looking at you with the most adoring gaze.
This boy really did have your whole heart. You could only wonder what you did to deserve someone like him.
When Jason took note of the two other guys standing by you looking dumbfounded, his arm instantly found its way around your waist, pulling you into his side while eyeing the two boys suspiciously and on guard. Anyone that wasn’t your parents, best friend, or his family, Jason saw as a potential threat. Even his family sometimes was included in that list a few times, and living in Gotham, you could never be too careful.
And any excuse for Jason to show you as his to anyone else watching was always an appreciated opportunity.
“Can I help you, fellas?” Jason said, a stern tone in his voice while eyeing the two down with every menacing look he could muster in his eyes.
You’ve never seen two guys who looked like they wanted to shit their pants so bad and run in the opposite direction. They started stuttering out a response before you took pity on them.
“They’re fine, Jay. They were just trying to grab some cereal behind me. I was just moving out of their way.” You threw a look toward the boys, who looked at you confused before they caught on to what you were trying to say.
“Y-Yeah m-man. Just ... um gra-grabbing some Frosted flakes.” One of the dudes said, pointing his fingers toward the boxes right behind you.
Jason eyed that finger with malice before he felt your fingers turning his face turns him.
“Hey, stop it. I’m good. Now, are you going to let them get their cereal and me eat my pizza before it gets cold?”
A small smile crossed his face while he backed you both up moving the cart as well. You ruffled his hair watching the two boys grab a box and run down the aisle with their tails between their legs. He let out his usual whine, using his other arm to fix his hair.
“Shut up, you big baby. You promised me chicken tenders and fries, so get a move on before I get a food attitude.”
Jason smirked at your words before the hand around your waist moved to your butt, palming and squeezing your cheeks under the ‘hoochie’ shorts you were wearing.
“I know something better that’ll fill you up and take care of that attitude for you.” He whispered in your ear before giving a nip.
At least you weren’t in front of the salads when this was happening.
~
This wasn’t bad. It was actually funny, and you got a friend out of it.
You and Jason were at the gym, getting a workout in. You decided you both liked going in the afternoon when it was less busy. It was leg and glutes day for you (per usual) while Jason was working chest and shoulders.
Two of your favorite body parts on him, including his arms, but that’s not important.
Now, you both agreed when you went to the gym that you would do your workouts separately but your warm-ups and cardio together. So, at some point, Jason was on the smith machine doing a shoulder bench press while you were on another bench doing Bulgarian split squats.
Of course, the gym was a place where people met each other all the time. And in many of those meetings and interactions, people would find others attractive and want to date or hook up with them. You were no exception to these rules. You were approached many times by both girls and guys, but you always politely declined. Well, you tried at least before Jason walked over and made it clear who you were with.
It was no secret to anyone that Jason did not only get easily jealous at the thought of you giving your attention and time away to someone that was not him, but he was also the living definition of anger issues. Match that with his very selfish and possessive attitude towards you, and you had a man ready and WILLING to just do just about anything to anyone that dared lay a finger on you in the wrong way.
So, whenever someone deemed themselves stupid brave enough to approach you and flirt a little or leave a teasing touch to one of your arms, you’d try to give them a warning but was always too late. They’d quickly find a towering shadow looming over them and turned to see a less than pleased Jason staring down at them with his bulging arms crossed over his chest. These being one of the few moments Jason gladly showed off his scars because they communicated his message quickly and effectively.
Back. The. Fuck. Off.
That was usually enough to get them to do just that. Most of the time, at least.
There always ended up being at least one guy or girl that wouldn’t take no for an answer. This time, it was a guy who kept finding himself next to you during your sets. Jason was watching you from afar with hooded and irritated eyes as he also noticed your gym shadow moving around with you.
The guy decided to play smart and keep his hands off you since he could tell your brute of a boyfriend was watching his every move. The only reason he didn’t do anything was because he knew if he did, the guy could claim Jason as the aggressor, and since this was your favorite gym because your college’s gym was always crowded, he didn’t want to risk you getting in trouble and banned.
So, when Jason went to the bathroom, the creep took advantage of the moment and offered to ‘spot’ you on your set of squats with the smith machine, which you were sure was just an excuse for him to get behind you so he could ogle your ass and ‘accidentally’ grind his dirty crotch into it.
Luckily, a girl working out nearby noticed your uncomfortable stance when the man came over to ‘help’ you while you were setting up and immediately stopped her workout to shoo him away.
“Dude, he’s clearly not interested. So either go and finish your workout or pack up and get out!”
He tried to get defensive and argue with her, but when she revealed her boyfriend was one of the owners and threatened to have him kicked out and banned, he finally backed off. He made sure to point out how you weren’t even all the hot anyway to mask his hurt pride while you threw an appreciative look toward her.
When he left and Jason returned from the bathroom, the girl unleashed her rage on him as well.
“And you too! I’ve seen you harassing and stalking him all over the gym. I’ll kick your ass out too and have you banned if you don’t leave him alone.” She scolded the dark-haired man.
Jason looked confused while you just laughed before grabbing his arm and pulling him to you, “Nah, don’t worry about him. This one’s good.” You said, reaching up to ruffle his hair, even though you had to stretch a little bit.
Jason pouted down at you in childish anger, “I told you don’t do that! Do you know how long it takes to get this in the right floppy position?” He whined while trying to fix his hair.
She looked back and forth between you two before realization dawned upon her.
“Boyfriend who’s a menace to everyone but is a total baby when around you?”
You gasped, “Girl, how’d you know?”
“Mine’s the exact same.”
“Oh, we’re gonna be great friends.” You declared.
~
Okay, this time, it was lowkey your fault, but still. People should be able to tell the difference between an actual cry for help and a joke.
Jason decided to take you to one of his favorite cafes in Gotham since you were in desperate need of a study break. You picked up some classes over the summer, so the schedule was much more tightly packed since they had to speed up a four-month course into two with the semester being divided into two sections.
Jason was sitting on one of the lounge chairs reading while you were sipping on some apple juice and reading a fanfic story on your phone. Whether or not it was smut was not important and nobody would be able to tell by the look on your face. At least until you read over one particular part that had you gasping out loud which managed to catch your boyfriend’s attention.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You quickly said, liking the fic quickly and closing the browser, knowing Jason was not going to drop it.
“Uh uh, Bugs. What were you looking at?” He asked, setting his book on the table and moving over to your side of the table.
“Nothing Jay! I promise it was nothing.”
“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I looked at your phone then?”
You felt your cheeks heat up while Jason took notice of your tense stance, peering at you and your phone while slowly leaning toward you from his crouched stance.
“Let me see your phone.”
“No.”
“Give me your phone.”
“I said no.”
“Bugs,” Jason said, now mocking a stern look on his face, “Give. Me. Your. Phone.”
He held out his hand for emphasis, and you felt your fingers reflexively tighten around your smart device. You stared back at him with your own dour expression, “No. Means. No.”
You both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before he suddenly grabbed at your phone, attempting to snatch it from your hand. It became a tug-of-war over the device while you both consciously tried not to be too much of a disturbance to the other patrons of the cafe.
This is where it accidentally was your fault.
“Help! Assault! Violence! Thief!”
You thought you were shouting it quietly, but, there was a reason your family always told you to quiet down when you thought you were speaking at a normal volume. You got it from your mother really. Strong voices and all…
“Dude, fucking back off!”
You both heard the deep voice shout before you watched a guy tackle Jason to the ground, feeling hands coming to your side.
“Oh my god, are you okay?!” This random brunette said while checking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.
You were FINE. However, you were worried as hell now. Not for Jason at all, cause… Well, ya know.
You were scared for the other guy that had tackled Jason. Your boyfriend did NOT do well with physical touch, considering how long it took him to get comfortable with just cuddling with you. Let alone sudden physical touch? And the man is used to fighting criminals at night and having to be on guard 24/7 if he feels something suddenly grab or touch him? Yeah, you were hoping this didn’t end in a trip to the precinct like last time.
Don’t ask.
“I’m fine. But, I do suggest you quickly get your friend off my boyfriend before he has to go to the hospital.” You assured the girl while warning her at the same time.
She looked at you confused, “Boyfriend? Wait, huh? We thought that guy was attacking you and trying to steal your phone. And don’t worry, my boyfriend’s a professional kickboxer. He can handle him.”
‘Yeah. Mine has anger issues and was trained by Batman and can re-load two guns in under twenty seconds with his arms tied behind his back.’
“AH!”
You both turned your heads to see Jason holding the other guy in a chokehold while looking up at you.
“Aww, man! He spilled my coffee over my book.” Jason whined, “Babe, can you get me another one, please?”
“Yes, Jason. Can you do me a favor and let him go before you break his neck?”
Jason rolled his eyes before releasing the guy, who went into a coughing fit on the ground as he caught his breath.
When he sat back at the table as the girl went to help her boyfriend off the floor after giving you both weird looks, he set your phone on the surface, eyeing you with a quizzical look.
“What?” You asked after he stared at you for a few more minutes.
“Really? Yandere?”
Your heart jumped in your chest, and you were ready to bolt for the door.
“So, all those times you swore you weren’t trying to make me jealous just to get a reaction outta me, were you actually just trying to get me to tie you up and lock you in my room?” He said with a dark look in his eyes and a cheeky smirk on his lips.
HOT BOY DOWN! I REPEAT, HOT BOY DOWN!
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Now, this was just ridiculous. Of course, it made sense, but you were thoroughly pissed off when it happened.
You and Jason had returned to his apartment after having dinner with his family at Wayne Manor. Bruce decided he wanted to have at least one family dinner a month, and since you were considered an honorary Wayne and everyone loved you, of course, you were invited. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was still hesitant.
Even though he was working on his relationship with Bruce and trying to move past his mental scars, his family still brought up some sensitive subjects for him. Typically, they made his insecurities flare up a lot more. You were Jason’s safe space. So, he wasn’t really keen on mixing the things that made him question himself and the one who made him feel the most loved and secure together.
You didn’t push, still wanting to go at his pace and let him bring you around more when he was ready. The day of the dinner, you figured he either had a change of heart or somebody had talked to Jason and convinced him to bring you along, and you had a great time. He was a bit quiet throughout the evening, but you could see a small part of him was happy at seeing how you integrated well into his family dynamic. He took great pleasure in how you humbled Dick a few times as well.
But, something was off. You couldn’t tell what it was though. You knew Jason was usually the quieter one out of the rest of his siblings. When you were around, he showed more of his goofiness and playful side. You barely saw that at all tonight. You could feel him watching you as you made conversation with Bruce, argued back and forth with Damian, repeatedly told Tim he needed to get more sleep, snapped photos with Steph, joked with Duke, and even learned a little sign language from Cass.
He watched as you offered to help Alfred with the dishes, who respectfully declined, but did make his appreciation known to you and the others, especially Tim.
“I offer to help you sometimes, Alfred!” Tim shouted while chasing after the butler offering his help.
Usually, Jason would laugh at any moment that came at the expense of Tim’s sanity.
None of that happened.
So, when you got back to his place, you asked him what was wrong. He remained silent as he just looked at you, but you could see there was a storm behind his eyes. When you came up to rub his arm and hug him, his hands shot up to your neck, wrapping around it firmly but not tight to where you couldn’t breathe.
Your hands grabbed his wrists as he maneuvered you against the wall that connected the living room to the kitchen. He placed his lips roughly on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth while never loosening his hold on your neck.
“Mine. Not theirs, mine.” He muttered against your lips before quickly taking his hands off your neck, ripping your clothes off while ridding himself of his.
In less than two minutes, Jason had you pressed back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his long and girthy member tucked deep inside your ass, fucking you with hard and menacing thrusts. His large and rough hands were back around your neck, now squeezing around your neck as you moaned breathlessly against him.
Jason took immense pride in your sounds of satisfaction and whining, increasing his already brutal pace in your guts while slowly stealing more of your breath away.
His hard breaths pounded against your face as he stared at your now sweaty and ragged body, limping weakly against him. You placed your arms on Jason's shoulders, but were careful to avoid his neck, knowing that along with some other areas on his body were off-limits unless specified otherwise.
This was the dynamic between you two always. While anyone could see how you had Jason wrapped around your finger in public and even in private whenever you two were just lounging around and relaxing. In these moments, you were fully under his authority. Laying completely at his mercy while he dominated your body and controlled where, when, and how you got pleasured.
As for the who, Dick had one time talked about he participated in a threesome once and it made the sex all the better. You didn't put much consideration into it, but Jason was a completely different story. There wasn't any day or special circumstance you could see that would actually have your boyfriend putting his jealousy and possessiveness over you aside, and allowing someone else to see you in this manner. He'd sooner become Robin again than that. No, you were for his eyes only.
And the why, well that was simple. Jason had needs, and you had needs. And, no one was better suited to fulfill them than your boyfriend. Though with him, anything could spark those needs at any given time. Whether the dark-haired boy was just feeling horny and wanted some ass. You decided to wear a tempting outfit, and thus, he decided he was going to have you right then and there, whether in the house, in the car, or in public, it didn’t matter. If he felt you were being a little too friendly with someone else, he’d be happy to remind you about who you belonged to. The why was simple; if Jason wanted you, he would have you. No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.
“J-Jason... nngh p-please-” You begged, feeling yourself nearing the edge as your dick was crushed between Jason and your’s hot and sweaty abdomens.
“Say my name again,” He ordered, feeling how he flexed his dick inside you while still pounding your sore hole.
His name fell from your lips in a needy moan as you felt his fingers pressing against your windpipes. You could feel how the wall behind you became slick from your sweat as your body jutted up and down against it with Jason’s increasingly erratic thrusts.
He grunted in approval of your increasingly loud whines as you both approached your climaxes. Jason fully squeezed your neck at this point as he punched your insides with his cock. Your own member was feeling the pressures as well as it repeatedly smashed against Jason’s abs before you reached your end, screaming out in blissful agony.
Jason came to his finish with his own groan as you felt him bury himself with his cum deep inside you. You let out soft little whines feeling his appendage throb against your walls. Even though you knew he didn’t like hands around his neck, he didn’t object to you rubbing a hand down his nape. He gave you a warning glance at first, but when he felt your soft hands rubbing up and down his skin, he visibly relaxed, placing a kiss on your cheek.
The quiet and sweet moment though was abruptly ruined by the sound of Jason’s front door being kicked in and heavy boots rushing into his apartment.
“GOTHAM P.D.!” You heard the intruders shout.
Of all the fucking things…
Well, when the cops came around and found you and your naked boyfriend against the wall, and his hands around your neck, you had to admit it didn’t look good.
You had to quickly explain to the officers it wasn’t what it looked like and that everything was consensual. Against the orders of the cops, Jason did not move one inch off the wall, keeping your body covered with his. He’d sooner dip himself in another Lazarus Pit than let these arrogant blue caps have even the smallest peek at you.
So, with a little charm and finesse, you convinced the cops to walk out and let you and him get dressed. Jason couldn’t decide what he was more upset about.
The fact that his door was off its hinges, or that one of his neighbors called the cops on him thinking Jason had been abusing you, or that your private moment was intruded upon and some pervy cops basically saw you naked.
Yeah, he was going to be extra brutal on patrol tonight.
After a call was made to Commonionser Gordon at Jason’s request, the cops dropped everything and left you two alone when Gordon made it clear this was a bogus call. “Jason? Abusing Y/N? That boy is the biggest simp this city’s ever seen. Whoever called that in was obviously misinformed.”
Even if it was true, Jason didn’t appreciate being called a simp. He’d didn’t deny it, though.
You could barely hold back your laughs to which your boyfriend responded with a harsh smack to your very sore ass. It was a wonder how you were even standing on your legs as they still felt like jelly.
~
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t see him in that manner.”
“No way, he’s way too sweet and innocent to be like that.”
“Dude, have you met your own boyfriend?”
These were all things said to Jason when he would complain to them about how he was tired of everyone thinking he was a threat to you and not seeing the truth. If anything, you were more of a threat to Jason and honestly, should be placed on a national security watch list for some of the things that have come out of your mouth.
The only one who really knew and understood what Jason was talking about was your best friend, who was the first one to warn Jason. The boy didn’t believe him either at first and ended up finding out the hard way.
Well, it looked like Jason’s brothers were also about to find out as they had come to your school’s campus looking for him. You were happy to see the Wayne siblings, as some time had passed since the last dinner. For some reason, seeing how easily you interacted with his brothers drove up Jason’s jealousy to a new level. As soon as they showed up, Jason placed you on his lap, and you could feel his prominent bulge throbbing under you. You knew immediately you were in for it when you both got home.
When you got up to go to the bathroom, Jason was going to follow you, intending to give you a little preview of what to expect in the stalls, but was stopped by Dick, who said they had something important they needed to talk to him about.
Before that could happen, a new presence appeared at your table, and your best friend visibly and audibly groaned at who it was.
“Hi there.” Jason heard a sickly sweet voice say, turning to see another boy he’d heard of.
“Xavion.” Jason heard your best friend mutter under his breath.
He knew that name. He’d heard you curse it and mutter it in irritation and anger plenty of times. He purposefully went out of his way to piss you off and pick with you on multiple occasions. He also thought because his dads were rich and gave him everything he wanted, he was entitled to anything and everything, including other people’s significant others.
No one knew what started the rivalry between you two, but they knew it got cemented when he had sex with your first college boyfriend while you guys were dating and then went on to sleep with any guy you had the slightest attraction for.
So, Jason would be no different when he placed himself a little too close for the dark-haired boy’s liking, trying to maneuver himself away.
“I’ve seen you around on campus before. Are you a student here?”
“Xavion, don’t you have someone else to harass and stalk?” Your best friend commented with an irritated eye roll.
The boy in question only threw a dirty glance at your comrade before turning back to your boyfriend, taking considerable delight in looking him up and down, “Damn, aren’t you a big boy. You’re Y/N’s boyfriend, right? Gotten bored yet?”
Everyone tensed at that, watching how Xavion only got bolder in his flirting, “I’d understand if you did. Y/N’s just not that interesting, and honestly, a little ran through. I’d be happy to show you other options though,” He voiced with a suggestive tone.
Dick, Tim, and Damian watched with slightly nervous eyes as the promiscuous boy moved his hand that was caressing Jason’s arm and placed it around his neck, waiting for the ball to drop as the second Wayne kid hands began to twitch on the table.
Before anyone could move to stop it, they saw Xavion get literally yanked off of Jason and onto the ground. Your boyfriend and his siblings along with your best friend who began to cheer your name watched as you dragged the slut onto the ground by the back of his shirt and proceeded to WHALE on him.
No one had noticed you coming back from the bathroom, too busy watching Xavion rub his hands all over your boyfriend. When you got closer and saw what was happening, you immediately saw red and picked up your pace, only to dash into a mad sprint when you saw his hand touch Jason’s neck.
Jason after breaking out of his stunned trance immediately ran over to pull you off the screaming boy who was crying for help. Dick and Tim ran over to pull Xavion out of your grasp, just barely managing to save him from what would have been a devastating kick from your boot to his face.
“Touch my boyfriend again and see what happens bitch!” You shouted out at the boy. Luckily, you were in a secluded part of campus, so no one had seen the fight. But, when Xavion had gotten off the ground looking thoroughly fucked up, he tried to run up on you, seeing Jason holding you back and thinking he had an open shot.
Little did he or Jason expect, you used your smaller stature to slip out of Jason’s hold and rushed the boy before kicking your leg up and landing that hit that was taken from you earlier. You took sick satisfaction hearing and feeling the crunch under your foot as it connected with his nose.
Dick, Tim, and Damian watched in complete shock seeing you beat the shit out of this boy. Now, they could really see why you and Jason were such a good match for each other.
When Jason got you back in his arms, he made sure to hold on a little tighter to you so you couldn’t slip away again. Dick and Tim had to help the sobbing boy cradling his broken nose, saying they would take him to the emergency room.
Jason pulled you both back towards the table, sitting you down on his lap as he held your hands down. He could not help how hard he was under you and didn’t care to hide it. Watching that display had him a different level of horny and he frankly couldn’t wait to take you home.
After a few moments passed and you settled down, everyone looked up to the sound of a throat clearing.
“Todd, I don’t know if I ever told you this before,” Damian started, looking at you both with his usual judgemental stare, “...Good job.” He said with a nod toward you.
You were both surprised, Jason especially, as neither of you had ever heard the youngest Robin give out a compliment.
“If you screw this up somehow, which I have little doubt that you’ll find a way, I will not hesitate to end you.”
There was the Damian you both knew.
“I second that motion,” Your best friend added to which you just laughed.
“Shut it, gremlin.” Jason retorted before squeezing you against his body.
“Don’t worry, Damian. I don’t think Jason will do anything to screw this up. Besides, if he does do something stupid, he’ll have me to worry about.” You said, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.
You heard Jason growl lowly against you before grinding you into his lap, letting you feel his hardness poking you through your shorts. You popped his arm to which he responded with a pinch on your ass, your best friend watching in disgusted amusement.
“You two make me sick.”
“Back at you, ugly.” You responded.
Damian turned his head, looking in the direction where Dick and Tim took Xavion to an ER room, “I despise harlots.”
“OH! Speaking of which, thank you, Damian, for reminding me.” You said before leaning over Jason to grab your bag and pull out your laptop.
“What are you doing?” Your boyfriend asked.
“Insurance. I knew the day would come when that hoe went too far. So just in case he decides to go to the university about this little spat, I’m emailing a detailed description of how everything went down, along with photos and evidence of his affairs with various teachers and staff. To them, it will look like Xavion attacked me out of retaliation because he thought I would snitch on him about his sexual misconduct. Now, tell me, babe, did you feel physically violated?” You asked while making various edits to your already drafted email.
“Huh?” Jason replied confused.
“Just say yes.” Your best friend told him with a smirk.
“Um, yes? I think…”
“Perfect! Putting that down for the record, so, if that slut decides to try to get me in trouble, I can show I had completely justifiable reasons to hand him his ass on a concrete platter.” You stated a little too cheerily to be considered not disturbing.
Your best friend was not surprised by this at all, while Damian and Jason looked at you like you had two heads.
“Isn’t the expression ‘silver platter?’” Damian pointed out.
“Yeah, but I dragged his ass up and down on concrete, so it’s a concrete platter today.”
You looked up to see the two Robins staring at you.
“What? Bitches fucked around, so bitches found out. Don’t blame me.” You said while continuing to type.
“I fucking love you,” Jason said while biting at your ear lobe, making you laugh.
