#mafia comic

[aspenaspid]

"Aight, at the Stain Gala next week! I’ll hold you to that!" Anika said, her laughter mingling with the parting gesture—a playful kiss tossed towards her circle of friends, who, alongside Strato, escorted her to the limousine. Struggling to maintain her composure, her face was adorned with a languid smile, her vibrant personality thriving under the spotlight. Strato, with a gentle yet firm grip, encircled her waist, guiding her into the vehicle while offering warm, engaging smiles to the onlookers.

The evening was awash with the liberal flow of spirits, a setting both were no strangers to. Yet, tonight bore an unusual essence. The familiar grip Strato had around her hips as they swayed to the music carried a new heat, a deeper connection. Anika attributed this intensified sensation to the latest batch of Drops, a privilege her status afforded her early access to. Enhanced senses were making Strato's breath against her neck not just perceptible but electrifying, igniting a cascade of shivers down her spine—a stark departure from the unnoticed. She found herself yearning for his hands to wander further, daring to venture beneath the hem of her dress, with the touch of those clawed gloves caressing the insides of her thighs…

"Let’s go, my little gem, the night is over." Strato's soft whisper pulls Anika back to reality, though her smile swiftly reclaims its place, her eyes sparkling with determination as she contemplates her next move. In her mind, the night was far from over.

With graceful compliance, she stoops to enter the limousine, Strato's touch lingering on her lower back—a constant, comforting presence, that now Anika could swear was purposefully made to tease her.. Settling into the seat, legs crossed, she leans back, her gaze fixed on Strato as he joins her. The door shuts with a soft thud, and he exhales deeply, methodically removing his clawed gloves and placing them neatly beside him. Anika watches every movement, fighting the impulse to bite her lip in anticipation.

When Strato's gaze returns to hers, Anika leans forward, an expectant spark in her eyes. "Do you have a cigarette?" she whispers, her voice sultry, her half-lidded eyes conveying an interest far beyond the smoke.

Strato's eyebrow arches, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "I do, but I doubt your petty lungs could handle them," he responds, amusement coloring his tone, even as his eyes inadvertently sweep over her, bolstering Anika's confidence further.

"Nonsense. Gimme one," she insists, her body inching closer, hand finding a pretext to rest on his thigh, her intentions crystal clear.

Caught off guard, Strato's breath catches at the escalating tension. Trapped in the confined space, their proximity undeniable, he realizes the complexity of the moment—with Anika in a state far from sober, seeking closeness he anticipated so badly, but under any other circumstances than current. Gently, but firmly, he captures her wrists, lifting her hands away from his leg. "Darling, I'm not sure you even understand what time is it.. Just sit back and be a good girl until we get you home," he advises, striving for calm even as his gaze unwillingly admires her flushed and defiant expression, the allure of her milky skin in the black dress he starts to hate becoming almost unbearable.

With a pout, Anika retreats to her seat, arms crossed, yet the air between them remains charged.

“Fucking disaster," Strato mutters, his frustration evident as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Anika's response is a mere huff, ambiguous in its cause—whether it's a reaction to his words or her own irritation at the events.

As the car continues its journey, Strato slowly lets his guard down, lulled into a deceptive calm. However, this is abruptly shattered when he notices, from the corner of his eye, Anika's fingers tracing the slit of her dress, deliberately revealing more of her leg than the fabric initially allowed. Strato's heartbeat thunders in his ears, a mix of desire and dread overwhelming him as he forcibly diverts his gaze to the window, attempting to distract himself. He goes as far as to close his eyes, silently invoking any deity for self-control as he feels an uncomfortable tightness in his clothing. Strato’s cock twitches in his pants, forcing him to shift his position slightly.

"You know..." Anika's voice, laced with a contemplative sigh, cuts through the tension. Her gaze is fixed forward, her fingers now drawing idle patterns on her nylon-clad knee. "I think I've been blind this whole time?"

Her statement hangs in the air, teetering on the edge of a question, seemingly genuine. Strato senses the direction of the conversation and feels a preemptive rush of adrenaline, his heart racing in anticipation yet his mind screaming for a quick cut.

"Sweet, trust me, you better keep that mouth shut until we reach your place," he says, managing to turn towards her with a semblance of his usual assurance, his eyebrows arched in a feeble attempt at levity.

However, Anika's ensuing chuckle sends a wave of unease through him. "Give me one good reason," she challenges softly, her body already shifting towards him with renewed boldness, her movements suggesting she knows he lacks the resolve to resist this time.

Strato recoils slightly, despite every instinct urging him otherwise. "Sweetheart..." he begins, only to be interrupted by her soft laughter.

"Don't bother, I know you don't have one."

Strato's mind teeters on the edge of panic, his breath catching as Anika toys with the collar of his jacket, her fingers gently fidgeting with the fabric. As she leans closer, his thoughts spiral, heart pounding at the prospect of their lips meeting. Yet, in a fleeting moment, Anika's movements shift, her face gliding just past his, compelling Strato to instinctively lean in, yearning for a kiss that evades him. Instead, her whisper caresses his ear, igniting a desire within him to embrace her, to explore the intricate designs of black metal on her bare back she constructed with her own hands. To forget everything—the demands of work, the boundaries they've set. This was the essence of Anika, constantly pushing him to the brink. With her, it was a paradox of ease and challenge to let go. The real struggle lay in how crucial she was to him, too significant to let her make such a mistake.

Anika shifts again, her leg sliding over his, sparking a curse under Strato's breath as his hand instinctively finds her hip, only to retreat swiftly to grip the seat's edge. Their interactions, even in moments of inebriation, had always respected the limits they established. But the Anika of tonight seemed to navigate beyond those boundaries.

Strato clears his throat, his gaze averted, wrestling with his next move. Her touch was rendering his mind feverish, as he was painfully aware of every inch where her body makes contact with his. And now, as she practically straddles him, the friction of her inner thighs against his makes him want to groan. He knows he must stop her. The temptation mounts, yet, with a deep breath through nostrils, Strato steadies himself, his hands clenching into tight fists for a moment until veins on the back of his hands are even more visible and then relaxing.

Lifting his gaze to meet Anika's, he's nearly overwhelmed by the intensity there. It's not the dulled, unfocused look of intoxication he half expected but a clear, deliberate gaze. Damned seductress, her presence toys with his senses, leaving him defenseless. Then, as she leans in closer, the lights shut down in Strato’s mind, all thoughts eclipsed by the softness of her lips, the mixed taste of alcohol and the sweet hint of her lipstick.

Strato's groan is involuntary, his hands moving without his mind’s command to encircle her. One arm snakes around her waist, the other cradles the back of her neck, drawing her closer as he desperately leans into the paradise her lips are offering him. The imminent regret shadowing this moment of bliss. He knows he will hate himself tomorrow for allowing this to happen. Damnit, he’ll hate himself for that in a few seconds, but God, how divine the sensation of her tongue dancing with his, her back arching, molding her delicate body into his embrace, forces all thoughts of consequence become momentarily irrelevant.

Hands roaming across her back, as his fingers tracing the cold metal that follows the line of her spine. Starto’s hips jerk up frantically in a mindless attempt to feel friction and that is what snaps him back to reality.

As Anika's whine melds into their kiss, Strato's hold tightens, a mixture of pleasure and agony etched across his face. It takes him a few seconds to drink out the last drops of that sweet nectar of the intimacy she’s providing, even if those weren’t the last in her possession, but the last he’d let himself have, before he manages to pull away, despite the protest echoed in her whimper. His hands unwrap from her body and he’s quick to gently but firmly cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Her confused hum, parted lips and eyes heavy with desire, nearly convinces him this is all normal—that their kisses are a regular occurrence rather than a boundary crossed. Strato, however, steadies himself, thumbs caressing her cheeks in a bid to ground them both in reality.

"Hey…" he prompts, seeking her full attention. Anika's eyes open wider, a frown forming as she realizes the restraint in his touch. Her attempt to close the distance again is met with gentle resistance.

"No, no, no, sweetheart... Anika, look at me. You're drunk. We can't," Strato implores, his voice a mix of firmness and care, a testament to the love driving his caution.

“And why is that? Have you ever been sober while sleeping with someone?”

Her retort, half-serious, half-teasing, attempts to trivialize their dilemma. She shifts provocatively, though Strato remains resolute, his focus on safeguarding her from making mistakes. Anika huffs with annoyance, met with another obstacle.

"Isn't this what happens between all friends at some point? You want me, I want you, blah-blah-blah, let’s fuck!" she challenges, the nonchalance in her voice mounts Strato’s confidence in belief that what is happening is not a good idea.

Strato sighs, his touch descending to her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Yes, I want you. So much, you have no fucking idea," he breathes out, his tone tightening with emotion and he almost grits his last words trough clenched teeth, before exhaling to relax his jaw.

He leans back in seat, icy eyes never leaving hers.

"But tomorrow you will wake up with a headache in that pretty head..."

His smile, surprisingly easy to feel tender, softens the tension as he brushes a stray lock of red hair from her face. "And a bag of regrets. I’m not going to be one of them," he asserts, ensuring his words resonate, seeking understanding rather than compliance.

The shift in the atmosphere is palpable as Anika processes his sincerity, eventually relenting in her pursuit. Strato exhales in relief, carefully adjusting their positions, helping her back in her place, to ease the intensity of the moment without alienating her. His biggest fear is making her feel rejected, yet he knows Anika too well to believe she'd easily feel unwanted.

Touching her chin, he seeks her gaze once more.

"Let's get you home, Annie."

[hotsoupblog]

Beyond the Sea

Genres: Crime, Drama

Publisher: Europe Comics

Writer: Anaïs Flogny

"Chicago, 1938. Jules Tivoli, a 17-year-old Italian immigrant, finds his life turned upside down when he crosses paths with Adam Czar, an older, charismatic, and infuriating member of the local Mafia. Jules is attracted to him, and Adam, seduced by the young man's nerve, decides to take him under his wing. At first self-effacing, Jules climbs the ranks to become an important member of the Mafia. Little by little, he begins to realize that Adam takes a very dim view of his young lover's ascendancy over him..."

[tentacles-n-vodka]

"You gonna want this back or can I keep it?"

[leawesomesloth]

my third prompt for TGCF Gotcha for Gaza!

Mafia HC x Civilian XL requested by FrozenHamhua on twt.

I made a whole comic… 😅 BUT I'm also no pro so it looks wonky in some parts HAHA Also TGCF Gotcha is over but reminder that MDZS and SVSSS fans are also gonna be hosting their own Gotchas starting in the next few weeks! Volunteer sign-ups are currently open, go sign up if you're an artist or writer who wants to participate for a good cause! MDZS Gotcha for Gaza SVSSS Gotcha 4 Gaza

[ryuichirou]

hurry up boys

[luneariann]

Guys the TikTok theorist got me…. Guys help…….

[bruciemilf]

AU where Thomas and Martha don't die, but Batman's still a thing!

Instead of Bruce becoming Batman, its Thomas. He's already a huge help to the city, so this nocturnal passion is for sport.

If it wasn't obvious enough, he's not the most stable guy. But he's a loving dad and exemplary husband, so it's mostly fine.

God forbid men have hobbies.

He specifically picked up a bat theme to hopefully cure Bruce of his fear! Just imagine that 6'5 error of nature cladded in black, claws with his costume cause he's sexy like that,

"See? I'm not scary at all!" But Bruce is already sobbing and hiding behind Alfred.

"Martha, you'll never guess who I saw on patrol tonight. Bruce's college roomate! The blonde one with the glasses and gay vibes. "

" Oliver?"

"Oliver who?"

" Queen?"

" Well! I think that fits you better, amore."

" Bruce's childhood friend? Known eachother since infancy? Came to you for tech?"

"Bruce had FRIENDS?"

Bruce, from the other room, " Her name is Harley! You paid her college tuition and killed her dad."

" I've never met her in my life, and i keep my kill list detailed.Anyway, I adopted her. Shes seeing that clown boy and I think his superpower is boring me to death."

The batkids still get taken in, of course. Bruce is already a full adult and outgrew his Robin costume. He just barges in with a feral Jason and Dick, " Look, Brucie! Papa's got brothers for you!"

But Bruce? Looks at these two snarling kids, kicking, thrashing, clawing, and takes them in his arms, " Babies. My babies."

" Uh... Come again,,-" But Thomas raised a spoiled BRAT, so Bruce definetly bites him and throws a tantrum until he agrees to pass full custody. Naturally, Alfred and Martha have no sympathy.

"But you're too young to be a dad!"

" I'm 27."

" Young. A fetus. Cousin Gomez's newborn is older than you." Bruce is already drawing the adoption papers. Fight him about it.

Naturally, instead of dating his rogues, Thomas parents them. Imagine you're Selina Kyle and Batman scolds you for getting caught by the cops, " You know better. Villain privileges REVOKED."

Mr Freeze? Thomas gets it. Do what you gotta do, King. You need some pocket money?

Khoa? Problematic son. Thomas adores him and brags about him to every family reunion. "Your daughter tried to poison you for inheritance? That's adorable, Agatha. Khoa kidnapped Alfred last week. Beat that."

Ivy? Thomas invites her to beer and game night and plays matchmaker with her and Harley.

Waylon is his favourite. Naturally, he's the only one adopted legally.

He fist fights Ra's for Talia's custody and she is desperately shoving Damian in his face. Trust her. You don't want to go through with it.

the image of Batman not being a broody, stoic vigilante and instead Gomez Addams with a cape makes me weep

[carrotkicks]

[sends them to school au!]

takes place directly after this comic. Dazai meets Oda! Dazai vents to Oda! About her torrid love life too... It's okay the storm will pass.

[zimthandmade]

I watched some vines lately and--

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[crimson-chains]

Wanted to put together a fun little visual :D I realized that I can't really remember a large period in my life when I wasn't drawing comics. It basically feels like as soon as I started drawing I started making stories ^^ So, here are a few of the comics I've worked on over the years! I've definitely drawn way more (I think about 10) but, these are ones I consider major in my comic making timeline <3 It's really cool to see how much some things have changed and some of the things which still look familiar!

[aspenaspid]

Renovating my tumblr with AU with character that I didn’t even presented here 💀 because ofc I am. Anyway, it’s Strato, he’s down bad for Anika (green eyes are hers), that’s basically all you need to know for now.

[originalartblog]

"Can someone go and drag him back?"

Chuuya week - Day 7 - Happy Birthday!

[brucewaynehater101]

Fuuuuck. My favorite trope is "Tim Joins the Batfamily Late" and there's so few of those out there. I just love that angst or the chaos with an unsupervised Tim, one who's parents definitely died, that doesn't have the support of the batfam.

Like, no matter how you spin it, it's so interesting to see how drastically that changes things. Did Jason never die? Did Bruce heal enough before Tim could step up? Did Tim still get training with Lady Shiva? Is he a somewhat civilian? Is he a non-Bat vigilante? Does he still form YJ? Did he stay in Gotham?

The sandbox is huge, and it's such an underutilized trope.

[ryuichirou]

nothing will ever change

[piratetheon]

do dude bros who worship the joker know that he was going to drop batman in a vat full of aphrodisiac chemicals to make bats fall in love with him? do they even care? would it break them?

[carrotkicks]

Dazai's Donut Shop

be on the side that saves people