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biscuitsngravie · 5 months

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gangsta fairytale (shanks x reader)

cw/tw: mafia/gang setting, age gap (shanks 39, reader 22), fem reader, kidnapping (brief), not exactly a sugar daddy but he we love extravagant flauntings of wealth & financial security, smut lol, piv sex, size kink (he’s 6’6 like cmon LMAO), exhibitionism, we cum inside cause its fun inside, breeding kink, dacryphillia, nickname for reader is “buttercup, and pretty girl” unprotected sex, slightly public sex? Smol mention, belly bulge

part 2 -- part 3

At a club on a thursday night cause you wanted to go, but your friends aren’t free till the weekend and you couldn’t wait. But of course that means it’s mostly a sausage party even tho girls get in free before ten cause it’s still a thursday. And every sausage in the party wants your attention

You’re at the bar nursing a drink wondering why you even came and start debating to leave when a very not sleezy looking guy comes up to you and asks “you wanna know my favorite number?” right before leaning way too close to whisper in your ear “69” before you can even turn to scowl at him

Shanks who grabs the hand that’s about to grab your waist (unbeknownst to you) and leans down to ask the guy “you wanna know my favorite number?” his voice is so heavy you can feel the vibration in your own chest despite the blaring music. You turn around to see an absolute tree of a man and you don’t know if your fight or flight or fuck is kicking in

The guy scurries off cause like….its fucking shanks

Instead of being a bigger fish to outsleeze the guy he asks if you’re alright. You just kinda nod and give a half-assed “yeah” with your eyes mostly down and away from him. He just nods back and taps the bar as he gets ready to leave going “well be safe out here” and it’s that that has you asking him to stay. You insist you wanna buy him a drink and it’s not too hard to convince him to stay for free alcohol so he does.

He compliments your fit casually and is your face warm? No, it’s the alcohol silly. You start talking about all the annoying guys here and how “uncouth” they are (he raises his eyebrows at that one) as you just complain about how “there’s piss in the dating pool.” you wonder if you’ll just have to find the “least shitty” person and settle with them

He starts talking less as you enter your tirade. Eyeing you down and going “well if you don’t mind hanging out with this old fart, i can show you how we did dating back in the day.” you try to give him your snapchat but he doesn’t have it and can’t work it even when you get him to download it, so you just give him your number instead

He tells you to shoot him a text that you got home safe and you think it’s cheesy but you do it anyway

The date is super nice, he takes you to this really nice cafe you’ve been meaning to go to. It’s kinda strange cause the menu doesn’t have prices so it’s hard to choose (being a college student and all) but he assures you he’ll cover the bill and to eat your heart out. After that he takes you on a ferry ride and talks about history on every part of the waterfront. It’s then that you find out he’s in love with the sea and the taste of adventure, but he’s (mostly) settled down nowadays. You hope you can go on an adventure with him one day

You two spend a lot of time talking together (you mostly about your classes and professor drama, him mostly about his adventures in his youth, it’s then that he tells you he’s 39) and spend the waning hours of daylight shoreside, and as the sun sets he maps out the stars for you

“Not to be too forward, but i’d love to steal more of your time.”

So you guys go on another date. And another. And an—

Part of you wonders if/when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, but you don’t wanna do the “what are we?” talk, so instead you do your best to enjoy whatever it is you do have. No matter how many times he grabs you by the chin to face him when you’re looking off into the distance asking “what’s up, buttercup?” you just give the same variation of nothing answers. He knows what you want, but he’s scared to give it to you cause of who he is. If only you knew.

You’re walking down the street one day and try to ignore the scurrying behind you. You knew you should’ve left the library earlier, as the days are getting shorter, but the project is due this friday and—

You can’t even scream properly since they cover your mouth first. Your keys are between your fingers, but they grabbed your wrists at the same time. You’re blindfolded and gagged, delicately (as possible) placed in the backseat of a car. They keep saying how perfect you are for their boss and a bag of rocks drops from your stomach to your ass

They take you inside a building, up an elevator and blah blah blah, they take your blindfold off and “present” you to their…

“Shanks!”

“Watch your mouth!” one of them is about to smack you for the disrespect but shanks stops him with a raise of his hand and gives a sign to untie you. You run to him on his ridiculously fancy chair and hop in his arms crying about how these guys kidnapped you and were going to send you to some creep

He asks if you’re hurt, his frown lines pressed into his face as he realizes how bad you’re trembling. He holds you close when you look at him with tears in your eyes, wobbly lips, and a shaky voice saying you’re fine.

If looks could kill, the pair would’ve been incinerated on the spot. But they can’t. So shanks sends them away for a more effective method. They’re never seen again.

It’s then that he says he tells you that he’s the boss. You don’t understand at first until he explains that he’s “inherited” the title since the passing of his father as the crowned prince of the organization

While you’re trying to process it, he explains that that’s why he never asked you to become official with him. That and he didn’t wanna “steal your youth” away from you. But after you beg to stay with him despite it all, he sighs and says he has to be a “real man and stop pussyfitting around.” you’re his girl, and he should’ve been man enough to admit it and take care of you like he should have

Yall are official now. :)

@honeeslust here ya go!

#shanks x reader #shanks smut #shanks x you #cw gang #cw mafia #size difference #smut #cw breeding kink #cw dacryphilia #cw belly bulge #one piece smut #jordussy speaks #jordussy

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lutawolf · 7 months

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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 8

It's the last episode. I'm excited and sad. For those that haven't read my other episode break-downs, they can be found here.

The side eye that Yoh gives Segasaki is wonderful. So full of WTF.

First, let me explain that sub scared is not the same as scared scared. For some, that uncertainty and fear isn't something they want to escape from. Never once do you see Yoh truly fight. Let's be honest, homeboy is being sweet, pretending that a shirt could really keep him tied up.

Segasaki is laying down the guidelines. Ahh, and then he realizes that he doesn't want a slave. He's back tracking. This is good evolution for an organic D/s relationship. See how loose that shirt is when Yoh grabs Segasaki. That thing is threatening to come undone on its own.

Ohhh not only is Yoh agreeing to the guidelines, but they are communicating. Nice. Same Segasaki, same. That's exactly how I would describe myself. Aww, the shy cute baby making a move on his Dom. But damn does his Dom like it.

See! See! What did I say about subs? They like that feeling that is like, right before a roller rolls down. Damn, this is hot. Segasaki knows Yoh likes it. Yoh is being a little brat, giving that typical push back because he likes the no, but he's being careful to not push too much because he doesn't want Segasaki to actually stop.

See doesn't really want him to stop.

Yoh trying to explain or understand, but Dom's protective instincts have been activated. His sub baby is sick.

OMG! Mickey and Minnie are the best! "Try to use more thought in forming your words." DEAD!

Segasaki's smile! He is so happy to finally understand what Yoh needs from him. Bless it, though, his man is dense. 🤣🤣🤣 Welcome to my life Segasaki, welcome to my life. My man is so fucking smart but so fucking dense. But they are ours, right.

He is cooking curry and it looks awful! 🤣🤣🤣

Segasaki is setting up more guidelines! Even talking reward! This is so cute!

Oh!!! Okay, so this may be confusing to some. Segaski asking Yoh to wait for him at the door and greet him when he get home, but this is actually a big thing to many Doms. Let me explain. So, the Dom of the house returning home, it's a significant part of everyday life. When the Dom returns home and closes the door, the D/s couple, who are often not public, can truly be themselves. It’s an important moment to help activate the subservient role, reconnect with each other, and reinforce the dynamic. It's an intimate bond building moment for both parties.

You are seeing it in action. Both parties are getting their needs met and creating a stronger bond. A relationship if not nurtured becomes mundane but with this small thing, you remind each other of how important you are to one another. It's saying, I will put in the effort because I care, value, and respect you. Imagine receiving that message from your loved one every day.

Then the curry. Ahhh, Segasaki is so happy. These two worked a lot of things out. I loved watching it. And now we've come to the end. I'm gonna go re-watch because I love it! I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Hit me up if you have any questions. 💜💜💜

#my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #yoh x segasaki #segasaki x yoh #luta talks my personal weatherman #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

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nathan-brooks · 9 months

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That’s it, babygirl. Suck on daddy’s finger like the good little slut you are.

#older daddy #mafia romance #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #bd/sm dom #bdsmdaddy #daddy k!nk #daddy issues #daddy's good girl #daddy’s little toy

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nurbrotheadfull · 10 months

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I did this some time ago but to be completely honest i have no idea how a mafia au works

Also like the ages here aren’t like their canon ages 🧍🤌

#mpreg #mpreg kink #belly kink #cw mpreg #mpreg belly #mpregnancy #baby bump #huge pregnant belly #mpreg art #pregnancy #male pregnancy #the mafias breeding bitch au

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justlulu · 2 years

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Behind your back

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelbey!sister

Warnings: manipulation, use of gun (kind of?), smut

Anon asked: “LUCA X SHELBY SISTER SMUT PLEASEEEE just imagine youngest shelby sister oc sneaking behind her brothers back to fuck the enemy ugh perfect.”

When you’re lucid, you suspect Luca doesn’t even like you, and that he’s doing it just to spit it in Tommy’s face at the right moment.

He’s arrogant, proud and selfish by nature, but this has a stronger meaning. It almost feels like fucking thy enemy himself, and it gives him a rush he doesn’t want to give up on.

When you look at him, moaning so sweetly for him, clenching down on his cock in a grip so tight you almost push him out, chanting his name like a prayer, with those eyes that are Tommy’s eyes, he sees a triumph.

Even if he looses, he’s won, because he’s quite literally taken a Shelby, and the most precious of them all. Undressing you satisfies him more than pulling the trigger on his worst enemy. And what makes his chest burst with pride is that you let him, and not just that. You wait for him, kiss him, want him; you press your naked body on his still clothed one, rub and purr on him like a kitten begging for attention. He gets hard instantly.

He sees right through your needs, and uses them right.

But even if that’s true, would you be able to get away?

He has something about him that fascinates you, but you can’t quite grasp what it is.

Is it just the looks? There is no denying he is not a man you can glance at once and forget. Is it the fine clothes? Probably the hair, or the way he walks like he owns every street.

He touches you like he owns you, too. You turn putty in his hands as his fingers play with your body, drawing imaginary masterpieces of art all over your skin, pinching your tender nipples hard enough to watch you frown and whimper. Some things almost hurt, but you never refuse him. He loves how you accept the pain and the pleasure, as long as he is the giver. You will simply lay there and mewl as he rubs, stretches and sucks, a smug grin on his lips as he watches you arch and contort under his ministrations.

He loves to look at your face while he takes you, but sometimes he maneuvers your limbs and has you on your hands and knees. And when he does, he will occasionally provide a few strikes on your buttocks, which make you startle and cause a sting and a redness that will remain for a couple of days. You find it exiting, and even if you didn’t, you would not protest but wait anxiously for him to soothe you as he holds you in his arms later.

Some things, you don’t understand; like the time he talked about wanting to take all of your holes, and you were perplexed until one of his long fingers slid between your cheeks and poked at your asshole, making you gasp at the suggestion. He doesn’t pressure you into it, not directly at least, but he’s noticeably more affectionate when he talks you through it.

He loves showing you things you never knew, his perverse thoughts enjoy the idea of him initiating a young soul into the world.

He corrupted you. You are too blind to see it yourself, but for an outside spectator it is clear as day. He saw a sweet, innocent girl, put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.

He wouldn’t let you pull the trigger when you first asked him, said it was too dangerous and not made for you, and that was a thought he shared with all of your brothers. The only one, as the rest of his thoughts about you required you being stark naked and very much close to his penis.

But he accepted letting you hold his personal gun without shooting, and after secretly unloading it. You sit on his bed giggling and he sits behind you; legs still entangled and partially covered by the white sheets, you let him adjust your posture and maneuver your fingers around the handle. His hands cover yours, and so you take your aim like that, with his chin resting on your shoulder, your arms slightly trembling at the weight of the weapon.

A perverse thought crosses his mind. He lowers his arms, yours inevitably following, and proceeds slipping the piece of iron from your grasp and letting it travel on your front, until it reaches your throat and points up to raise your chin towards him. He smirks when you don’t move.

How he wishes his enemy could see it, the way you lay so comfortably in his arms, letting his hand roam freely on your pliant body and squeeze your breasts before traveling between your legs, even widening them for him before he’s reached the spot to grant him an easier access, all while his other hand traces your face with a deathly object.

You’re not afraid. He doesn’t even know if you should be, because yes, your name is still on his list, but he shivers at the thought.

He looks at your sleeping form, your body still hot and sweaty from your activities, but peaceful. He touches your lips, and an image of your face, blue lips, pale and cold, flashes before his eyes.

You don’t wake up as he takes you in his arms and holds you close, nor when his lips press on your forehead and then the tip of your nose. Your complete trust in him evokes a sudden urge to protect, to care, to earn it. It’s pure, and so sincere it makes him want to cry.

He sighs. He’s gotta go over his plan.

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A./N. Literally my first request. I realized there’s absolutely no dialogue when I finished it, but I’m gonna post it anyway otherwise it will take another month lol. I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for (whoever you is), hope you can enjoy still!💕

xoxo- L

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nyahchan · 8 months

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Please give me the most kinkiest asks ever, don't specific a character from a fandom, those random x reader ones, for example yandere mafia boss x reader, pls, I'll write anything except the things I mentioned in my rules, i can even write piss kink, noncon, etc everything you can imagine except the 4/5 in the rules, make it as Elaborate as you want(the requests) they'll be out by tomorrow

#yandere x reader #smut #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader smut #yandere x female reader #piss kink #omorashi #omegaverse #r@pe kink #non con #mafia #stalker #bd/sm kink

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robertdenir0sgf · 5 months

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ladyveronikawrites · 2 months

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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE CHAPTER SIX Bad Omens x Star Wars Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader

CW: ⚠️‼️THIS CHAPTER TURNS DARK- PLEASE USE YOUR DESCRECTION WHEN READING‼️⚠️ drugging, graphic descripions of murder, post murder fuck, anal sex (male receiving), blood, blood kink

Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was. A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @roley-poley-foley, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable. Word Count:2k Crossposted: Wattpad & A03 Cast list

Master list

May the Force be with you✨

“Leave me alone!”

You sprint out of the warehouse. It’s all too much. You gasp for air as your legs give out. You cry out at the pain searing through your legs. Your head slumps into your hands as uncontrollable heartbreak consumes you. Your chest heaves against the tops of your knees.

A warm hand on your back startles you. “Go away!” You try to push the body away but they step back from your grasp. When your blurry vision clears, a large figure crouches beside you.

Zebastian.

You scramble to your feet and stumble aimlessly into the dark alley. You can’t see what’s in front of you but it doesn’t bother you. You just need to get away. You stagger further into the alley until your body crashes into something cold and hard. A concrete wall halts your path of despair. You slump back into the wall for stability as its rough texture somehow grounds you.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Zebastian’s voice is low as if he is trying to soothe a scared animal that escaped the Coruscant Zoo. Footsteps crunch against gravel.

“Liar,” you bite out. His footsteps stop.

“I mean you no harm. Not anymore.” Zebastian puts his hands up in defense. “I needed answers.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I needed to know why my father was murdered…” He trails off. He clears his throat. “I’m sure you need answers to…” His voice is soft and sincere.

“I don’t need answers, I need a distraction.” You cut Zebastian off. “I don't want to think right now. I don’t want to think about my father and especially you.”

You bite out the last word and it strikes Zebastian just as you intended. You don’t know what Zebastian wants. One minute he’s trying to hurt you then he’s trying to help you. It’s all too much.

“I can help you with your distraction.” Zebastian makes one step closer to you. Even in the dim light, you can see his jaw clench. His face still surprises you every time you see him without his mask on. He’s strikingly handsome.

“You swaying in tempo with the music.” Your body freezes as he takes another step.

“Bodies pressed against without a care in the world.” You suck in a breath as he closes the distance between you. He slams both of his hands on the wall; caging you in.

“The dancefloor beckons,” Zebstian’s hot breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine.

You should push him away.

Should decline his invitation.

But you don’t.

The beat consumes you and takes your racing thoughts with it. Despite the dense air and body heat, you can finally breathe. You sink deeper into the bliss as the tempo picks up. Closing your eyes and raising your arms into the air you release all abandon into the void. You are safe. The bodies pressing against you on the dancefloor don’t care who you are. They don’t ask questions. They just want to feel the freedom of music just like you.

A warm arm wraps around your waist followed by a cool metal one. Nash. The memories of him in the alley flood your mind. His metal hand holding you still so Revan can violate you. You should run, but his earthy scent and body heat flood your system making your head spin.

His cybernetic arm pulls you closer to his chest holding you to him as his other hand roams the side of your body. Through the soft fabric of your dress, you can feel the heat emanating from his fingertips. You roll your head back against his firm chest, your body swaying to the beat.

You could get lost here in the Concrete Jungle.

Without warning, Nash grips your wrist with his metal hand and pulls you off the dancefloor. You try to protest but he can’t hear you against the loud music. His hand grips you tighter as you stumble through the crowd. Nash leads you through a dark hallway and up a flight of stairs.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask between pants. He doesn’t answer you, instead abruptly opens a door and pushes you inside. “What the-” you stagger into the room as Nash slams the door shut leaving you in the room.

When you turn from the door you lock eyes with Zebastian. Your breath leaves your lungs as your mouth drops open. He is lounging in a leather chair behind his desk. His feet are propped up on the desk and crossed at the ankles. The top few buttons of his black shirt are popped up and the sleeves are rolled up exposing his tattooed arms, chest, and neck. His hair is slicked back into a small bun with no mask in sight. He looks so different; comfortable, and confident.

“What’s going on? Why am I here?” Your voice comes out more breathy than you would like.

“So many questions,” Zebastian says lowly. “Please sit down.” He gestures to the leather couch. You don’t know why you comply, but you go to the couch.

“It seems like your father has sent his pet to come get you.” Zebastian takes a sip of what looks like wine. Your brows knit together in confusion.

“Pet?” You echo.

Zebastian just chuckles. “Come over here.” Zebastian gestures to the window behind him but you hesitate. He lets out a breath. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

This time you believe him. You make your way to the window behind his desk, tugging at the hem of your dress subconsciously. His intense gaze makes your stomach tie up in knots. Your eyes go wide when you see Mikkah.

“W-what’s he doing here?” You stammer.

Zebastian takes a sip of his wine. “Your father’s dirty work.” Zebastian’s says nonchalantly. “He’s here to come get you.” Your mouth falls open again as your thoughts spiral out of control.

“Do you want to go home?” Zebastian’s unusual question rips you from your thoughts.

“I can’t go home, not after what my father did to me…what Mikkah did to me.” You watch as Mikkah is being dragged down by a group of men.

“Mikkah? What did Mikkah do to you?” Zebastian asks in a low husky tone.

“I-I- can’t say.” That’s all you can muster as you pull yourself away from the chaos.

“Did Mikkah hurt you?” Zebastian says through clenched teeth.

You don’t have the words or the courage to admit what happened to you. You try to turn away from Zebastian, from the embarrassment and shame about to bubble and overflow; but a hand grabs your wrist, freezing you in place. His hold on you is surprisingly gentle but a spark manages to cut through you when you look up at him.

“Stay,” Zebastian says softly. “I will not hurt you and neither will he.”

Lost in your spiraling thoughts you did not hear the door open. When you follow Zebastian’s gaze you find Revan in the doorway. You pull out of Zebastian’s grasp and take a few steps back until you hit the wall. The memories of that night in the alley flash into your mind. Your heartbeat quickens and your shoulders tense.

“You,” You breathe out staring at Revan. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears now.

“He will not hurt you, not ever again.” Zebastian turns to you. “He only did that to you because I asked him to. It was the only way.”

Zebastian buttons up his shirt and grabs his coat and mask from his desk. He makes his way to Revan as he puts on the mask, but stops and turns to you again.

“Go with him, now.” Zebastian’s eyes turn dark and menacing.

You will never understand how quickly he can change from quiet and comforting to stern and dangerous. Before you can probe more, Zebastian storms out the door.

“Would you like a drink before we go?” Revan smiles softly.

When you hesitate he adds, “It’s not tampered with. It’s from Zebastian’s personal stash.” Revan gestures to the bar in the corner of the room.

“I’ll even let you have the expensive wine if you’d like.”

You watch as Revan pours himself a glass of whiskey. It couldn’t hurt to calm the nerves. Could it? You nod your head and Revan pours you a drink. You close your eyes and knock it back quickly. The warm liquid burns the back of your throat making your eyes water but it settles your nerves almost instantly. Revan reaches out his hand for you to take. Reluctantly, you take it.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, gripping your hand tighter. Your brows knit together in confusion, then all at once your vision blurs, and your legs give out.

I slowly descend the dimly lit concrete spiral staircase leading to the basement of the nightclub. Lights flicker on with each step I make. I revel in the sound of slapped skin and grunts of pain. Mikkah should have never stepped his polished boots in my territory.

Mikkah’s screams get louder as I near the bottom of the steps. The Senator is going to pay for meddling in a place he doesn’t belong.

Mikkah is in the center of the room tied to a chair as Nash and Jax flank him. Jax pours water over the hood on Mikkah’s head while Nash lands punishing blows to his bare chest and side with his metal arm. When they hear my approach, Nash goes to perch on an Imperial crate against the wall while Jax brings over the cart of knives.

This is going to be fun. My heartbeat pounds in my chest as I rip off the hood. Mikkah’s eyes go wide and he tugs against his restraints, spurting out muffled pleas through his cloth gag.

I glance over Mikkah’s surprisingly toned chest now marred with red and purpling splotches. He is bigger than I imagined. I watch as his shoulders tense to my gaze. He could have easily held her down with his weight alone.

Anger flashes through me and I can’t stop myself from smashing my fist into his ribs. His ribs crunch against the impact; sending Mikkah screaming and gasping for air.

I turn and snatch a knife from the cart. The blade glints in the low light as I tower over him. I cut the gag and yank it from his mouth. Before Mikkah can spout a syllable I knick his collarbone with the blade. He winces as blood starts to bead at the incision.

“What are you doing here?” I stalk around him watching his shallow breathing. His jaw clenches shut and he glares at me.

“Loth-cat got your tongue?” I chuckle to myself.

I get right up in Mikkah’s face and press the tip of the blade onto the delicate skin of his neck. Mikkah leans his head back as I press the blade harder. Mikkah spits in my face. It takes every ounce of willpower not to slit his throat right then and there.

In one swift motion, I slice off his nipple. Mikkah howls in pain and I dig the tip of the knife in the other nipple.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“T-the senator sent me-.” Mikkah sputters out between shallow breaths. I press deeper. “To get his daughter.”

Mikkah sighs when I remove the knife. Blood is starting to drip down his torso. Mikkah’s eyes gloss over as adrenaline sets in.

“Was she everything you hoped for?” I drag the blade up his torso collecting his blood.

“W-what?” Mikkah stammers.

I plunge the blade into the wound. “The senator’s daughter.” I clamp down on his shoulder with my free hand and twist the blade inside the wound. Mikkah shrieks in agony. “Was her pussy that good?” I step back, examining my handiwork leaving the blade in his body as he processes the pain and the question.

“Y-yes,” Mikkah chokes out.

Before he can finish the word, I yank the blade from his chest and slice his throat.

Blood gushes everywhere, spattering my clothes. This only makes my cock strain harder against my pants.

Fuck.

The light drains from Mikkah’s eyes as his head slumps over. Adrenaline and arousal course through my veins.

The bloody knife slips from my hand as my head begins to clear. I hear footsteps nearby. Jax is getting to work cleaning up the body.

A body shuffles in the corner of my vision. Nash. His eyes are full of primal lust. He loves blood as much as I do. He takes a swig from the flask he keeps in his jacket pocket before loosening his belt.

Our post-murder fuck.

Nash has his boxers and pants around his ankles in an instant. He leans over an Imperial crate for leverage. Fuck the Empire. I unzip my pants and free my hard cock from its confines. Spitting on my hand to add more lubrication to the blood already there, my core ignites with every stroke from my hand.

Without warning, I plunge my throbbing cock into his ass. Nash grunts at the invasion. I grip his hips and drill into him further.

“Fuuuuuck, Zeb,” Nash groans as his walls adjust.

I slowly withdraw from him until it's just the tip. He whimpers with anticipation and it makes my heart skip a beat. I dig my nails deep into his hips, scratching his skin. He pushes against me practically begging for more. I thrust into him without mercy. Clenching my teeth, I fuck him through my orgasm until cum has nowhere else to go but down his thigh. When I pull away from him Nash dutifully drops to his knees to lick and clean my softening cock.

Jax’s monotone voice cuts through the haze of my mind. “It’s finished.” After I’ve adjusted my clothes, I turn to find the basement completely free of any evidence a murder occurred.

“I need a drink,” I say dryly.

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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 6

If you haven't read my other meta on the show, I suggest you do! You can find them here.

I adore that Segasaki put a tracker on Yoh.

However, it looks as though it was pointless because it's as if Yoh wants to get caught. Slow doesn't even begin to describe this boy.

Now it's finally useful. He has found his man and told him in no uncertain terms to make up an excuse and come back home. Now, if he were an actual slave, he would be unable to say no. If he were deep subservient... He would be unable to say no. I know you normies are thinking, damn. Don't they have rights Luta!? They Don't Want Them! They are not you. For some people, they just don't want to make decisions. Now is Yoh that type of submissive is the question though. Let's see what Yoh does.

I love that Yoh at least has someone on the outside of things he can talk to. She clearly understands Segasaki. I really like the husband. Mickey and Minnie are well suited to each other.

Flashback time!!!

So it all starts in the school cafeteria. OMG, I love how Yoh pauses as soon as he sees Segasaki. Then he has to sit back down because he doesn't know what else to do. His original thought is no longer there. All that encompasses his gray matter is Segasaki. "The first time I saw that person. I thought they might not be from this planet. At least out of all the sculptures that I've ever seen, he's the most beautiful." Then he gives that soft smile. So freaking cute! "The shape of his ears, the line of his nose, the angle of the jawline, the fullness of their lips. Even the shape of their unseen eyeballs must be beautiful."

He then rushes to the store to buy what it will take to draw this beautiful boy. Yoh had it bad right off, but he doesn't understand it himself. Did they really call him loner guy? "If I were a girl, I would have thought it was love at first sight. But it was just a beautiful man." Yoh, you is an idiot. I love you, but you is an idiot. Okay, so he even knows that he is lying to himself. That's fair, we all do it.

I really am not a fan of these people. Loner guy? Really. These people look down on Yoh. Yup, nope, that solidified it. I don't like them.

Bless baby's heart. He is so anxious. I'm in love with Segasaki straight away because I think he fell in love with Yoh pretty fast too. Right off, we see Segasaki easily takes control. The way he tells Yoh, "Let's go." and grabs his arm then backpack to control Yoh's direction and to push him where he wants. He then keeps his hand there.

Right off, they easily drop into a D/s relationship. This is how you would see a D/s relationship develop naturally. Guidelines are always a good but for the fiftieth million time, lifestyle people are different from scene. We are naturally always Dom or always submissive, so we don't turn that off. It's going to naturally be seen even in friendship, but that doesn't mean that a Dom should expect a submissive friend to just listen. A submissive can always put guidelines and boundaries up, but to think that these relationships don't organically happen is ignorant. Yoh is submissive right off the back, just look at how he asks Segasaki if this is okay. Segasaki is Dom right off the bat.

I adore how close they are to each other. Segasaki has no concept of space when it comes to Yoh. Oh, these two. In the way, Segasaki asks Yoh what he is doing. Sees Yoh's indecisiveness, finds a book, and then gives him a command. Fulling expecting Yoh to absolutely tell him what he thinks of the book. "If he were to suddenly despise me, it might be the end of me." Those some deep feelings there.

I can't wait to see Segasaki's side of things!!! We know that Yoh's perception of things are easily distorted by his emotions. He is inclined to having a glass half empty mindset.

Please note, that Yoh as of yet hasn't acknowledged Segasaki's message. The submissive is not listening. We are not looking at a slave or a deep submissive.

Hahaha. Being drunk and clingy are absolutely who he is Mickey my dear.

OMG, This is the best! I'm Dying. I love Segasaki and I love Segasaki's personality and his jealousy. I'm in love with these mother fucking characters oh so much.

The way he stomps over and pulls back the curtains. "You can finish remotely right." I assure you, Segasaki wasn't actually asking a question. Still, Yoh faced with an angry Dom says yes. Said angry, Dom grabs him and begins to pull him away.

Leaving Minnie and Mickey both stunned and impressed. I think Mickey just developed his first guy crush.

Bombastic side eye. Oh damn... Here comes the miscommunication. Yoh is talking about Segasaki and Segasaki is talking about Mickey. Poor baby.

Yoh finds the tracker. Boy knows what that is and tells Segasaki, I put it back where I found it. But Segasaki is pissed. He thinks Yoh likes Mickey. Lawd these two. If they ever learn to communicate.

I can't wait for the next episode!!! I'm so in love with these two!!!

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