"My Lord!" She gasped when she saw a deep wound on my hand and ran to me with quick steps. The rain was nonstop and it was thundering terrifically but the girl standing before me doesn't seem like she cares about herself much. She is literally drenched cold to the bone yet she is trying to tie a handkerchief around my palm. "M... My... What?" I frowned at her. "You are hurt, My Lord." My Lord! What the hell is she calling me? "I am not your Lord, girl. I'm -" I was about to tell her my name when she cut me in the middle and shivered in cold with a smiling face. "You are My Lord because you are a God." I looked around the dark empty wet alleys to find no signal of mental hospital staff or the mental hospital ambulance. She must have ran away from her psychiatrist. I am a God? From when? From which angle? I thought I'm a Devil? ~*~*~*~ Callisto Raul Mancini, the second most powerful Mafia in Europe and America, a man with cold heart and unlucky hands who can kill anyone without a remorse, crosses paths with a God devotee girl who can make the great Mafia kill himself without shedding a drop of sweat. Albina Rae White, the literature and cultural student, is a kind and a caring girl with only one weakness... or should we say strength - She has ultimate belief in the Almighty with no religious boundaries. She just worships every scripted God on the planet. What happens when the Almighty believer crosses paths with the Almighty himself? Wait, is he really a God? How will the great Mafia fair up with the young girl who believes he is a God? Join the journey of Albina and Callisto and enjoy their unique story. ~*~*~*~*~*~

He's cold hearted, She's warm hearted. Dean Grayson, leader of the most powerful mafia, known for being cold hearted and having unmerciful actions to those who cross him. Unfortunately for Natalya, who crosses paths with him, as she run aways from her uncle. Can her caring, bubbly attitude however put up with the notorious business. Pasts are revealed. Hearts become healed. Could love however develop between the two?

#1 on mafia |12/4/19| #1 on sad |26/4/19| Ashton is next in line to become the Mafia Boss . Ella is a girl who is abused and struggling at home . What happens when two broken souls meet , will they destroy or complete eachother.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

anonymous: why you gotta be so rude? alex-burke: no (c) c-araphernelia 2014 !! lowercase intended !! **pls no hate bc i wrote this a long time ago and i hate myself **

Y/N goes to a blm protest and recognizes someone in the crowd. It is one of the spec ops guys. The one with the dreadlocks. He's called Riot. After some time the protest gets violent. Rubber bullets are shot. Tear gas is thrown. The cops start to get violent. Y/N gets shot with a rubber bullet despite being in some kind of light protective gear. Y/N falls to the grown and cops mace at her. They begin to beat her with bats ... until Riot comes to her rescue ... and takes her home with him ... ------------------------------------------------------------------ Stay tuned. This is a fan-fic about Riot, the SpecOps guy with the dreadlocks. It contains violence and sex scenes. But I do not intend to just write about sex, though. Not for children! Trigger warning (some people could be triggered by some scenes Idk). Everything that has to do with this man, who is obviously a real person, is fictional. I just wrote about my personal assumptions and what I think he might look like. I do not know him nor do I intend to expose his identity. Please keep his identity safe at all costs! It is not my intention to offend anyone - especially not this precious man. Riot, if you are reading this, I'm very sorry! Lord have mercy on me. But don't be shy and say hi. Love you man! #1 Anonymous (07/10/2020 - 07/12/2020) WTF!?! How did that one happen??? I don't have that many views? #1 specopsguyriot (07/09/2020) #1 specopriot (06/22/20202) #1 specopstank (06/25/2020) #2 Anonymous (07/09/2020) WTF!?! O_o #3 over18 (06/29/2020) #8 ACAB (07/09/2020) #12 Riot (07/20/2020) #24 Protest (07/20/2020) #33 blm (07/12/2020) #36 specops (07/12/2020) #45 cops (07/09/2020) #70 tank (06/26/2020) #89 specopsguy (06/26/2020)

"You don't know what you are playing with." I smiled. "Or maybe I don't care Mr. Binary Codes." His hands wrapped itself around my neck at an inhumane speed. Growling in my ears, he said, "You think this is a game? Should I show you how I can play it too?" "Oh, sir, I will be glad. Go ahead." Pushing him away, I smirked at him. "I am waiting." • • • HIGHEST RANK- #1 IN ANONYMOUS

We've all fallen in complete love for the group of Specops. This story will be a multiple chapter tale full of smut and bdsm. Lots of sub/dom writing as well!

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 I write imagines about daddy anonymous, our four specops babies and more because we're all simps for these respectful masked hotties <3!