Janathan Law

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[janathan-l-blog]

Galadrielle Cumberbatch - His Shewolf                          

Ownership: From January 10th 2016 till September 30th 2016 // Agreements

Almost ten months had passed, when things changed for this “perfect” claim as one of Janathan’s oldest friend had finally caught wind of his enslavement and come back to town. A deal was struck and a contract signed to ensure Janathan’s safety. Galadrielle would relinquish the ex-master into the care of his friend who would give Janathan more freedom than she could as a Mistress. But if it came to a point that Janathan was unsatisfied with this new arrangement, he would return with Galadrielle. And thus they parted ways.

[henrycavillworld]

Henry Cavill from Men’s Fitness Magazine , thank you to @felix.aaa for sharing

[luna--sterling]

No Pain No Gain ||

[luna--sterling]

“Spoken like a true man,” she snorted. “Of course I need to control myself because you can’t.” Luna’s words remained playful, watching him as he drove. He was so tall, and handsome. She had to wonder if this was the life he would have led before, as a master. Would he have been the same? Or harsher? More demanding? “You know, the woods aren’t entirely quiet this time of year. The cicadas are pretty loud, as are the crickets. And then the after work strippers…” Chuckling, she looked out the window, elbow propped on the ledge as she held her chin, every once and a while drawing her fingers over the gnash on her forehead. “I never pictured you s the woodsy type. More like, the dungeon type.”

[janathan-l-blog]

He snorts right back, going so far as to incredulously wag his forefinger. “No, darling. You just don’t need to tease if you won’t appreciate the effect it may, mmm, arouse.” At that he softly chuckles, breaking as a master crosses the road with his slave crawling on all fours on a leash. Only in Covaire. “Quiet enough for me. Less noise that the city, in any case. Dungeon type? Well, I wouldn’t rule it out.” With a sly smile, he glances sideways. “You can put plants into a dungeon, you know. Woodsy-fy the chains and whips.”

[ledarigby]

“That’s like half of my charm, y’know. Not being a nubile blank-gaze slave.”

“ I think that was really eating at me. The only person I found worth killing for was my brother Hector. Now…”

[janathan-l-blog]

“Hrm, that’s debatable.”

“Now what? I’m not getting your dilemma. It’s done, so move on.” And don’t for one moment think he genuinely cares.

[townofmonstrs]

I’m trying to figure out exactly how you have an ass like that.

[janathan-l-blog]

“Implants.” It’s a lie. “.... I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.”

[xxmason-knightxx]

“I’ll take that sarcasm and return it in kind, Janathan. That collar looks a little tight on you, Bud…”

[janathan-l-blog]

“What makes you think that was sarcasm? I care very deeply for the well being of bloodsuckers.” The less well being they have, the better.

[alexandermoreau-deactivated2020]

“As are you I see, I take that to mean that Galadrielle is doing well?”

[janathan-l-blog]

“Indeed.” Fuck off, vampire.

[from-beneath-it-devours]

My slave Master // Janathan & Galadrielle (close)

[from-beneath-it-devours]

He had taken her so many times already, and while both had seemed sated, his greed was beyond attractive and she could not ignore nor deny him as he claimed her lips. He wore a collar that was hers, and yet wearing his would have been far more fitting when inside her house. She purred wantonly into his mouth; her veins filling with lustful lava. If they had not be discussing, she would have pushed herself into him, offering herself for him to take once more.

“Then it shall be done, utmost gratitude Janathan.” And thus she would bring the ex-civilian to her house until her was no longer sick. Then she dared a more direct question. “Janathan, what must one do to soothe your mind?” She kenned he would not have enjoyed this forced presence in the Arena, even if he had been gifted with the chance to kill vampires at will. Thus if he was in need to break or torture another, she would be his to torture and break.

[janathan-l-blog]

He’ll have her again before they get on with their day. If they get on with it. After that wasted time in the Arena (though he’ll admit he’s pleased at having had the opportunity to make the slaughters of his choosing) he’d be more than happy to waste an equal amount in bed. Sharp incisors tug at her lips, slicing blood into their mouths and fuelling carnal urges. He pushes her onto her back, bringing clawed fingertips to rake into her hair, etching across her scalp.

With that, the ex-civilian topic falls dead. Truly he doesn’t care, she can do whatever she pleases and in return he has his freedom. Or as much freedom as one such as he can have. It is part of their agreement. 

The question brings wryness to his lips, which cruelly curl against hers. 

“I think it’s about time to mix pleasure with blood.”

[amancanfly]

Henry Cavill for Men’s Fitness, September 2016 Issue by Ben Watts.

[commedsgarcons]

Henry Cavill at SDCC 2016.

[harleyxroden-deactivated2017072]

“And you too, how unfortunate you didn’t drown or get eaten by something.” 

[janathan-l-blog]

“Jesus Christ, you’re still alive? Why the fuck are these masters not killing you already.”

[dahlia--karziuka]

“Alive yes, well…maybe.”

[janathan-l-blog]

“The Arena troubled you?”

[ari-kline]

“Oh! Sorry… I was… I was staring. Apologies to your master or mistress, my dear.” But really, she wasn’t sorry. She enjoyed gazing at something gorgeous and he was a sight for sore eyes.

[janathan-l-blog]

.... and then he realises she’s a vampire.

“I’m sure that apology is entirely insincere, my dear.” She may as well have flipped a switch. He really does not like those blood drinking parasites.

[misfitzgerald]

“Hi, Janathan. What brings you to the Chateau?”

[janathan-l-blog]

“Sex and suffering, of course. What else could I possibly want in here?”

[wilde-ethan]

“Gratitude for the information, Sir.” {Ethan looked down to his waist and then pulled one of his jaw blades forth, setting it on the ground and then sliding it across the floor with his foot to the other. His cinnamon gaze moved over the other… to see him in his purest this way did quite a bit for Ethan and he would allow the wolf to take him if he desired.}

“There, a trade for the information… do you believe that to be a fair trade?”

[janathan-l-blog]

Pulling the blade towards himself, one brow arches and he examines it’s length and structure, gliding his fingers over the unusual surface. Those creatures are unnatural, that much is certain. 

“I think so,” he replies, looking up at the other male. His generosity is surprising, but then he remembers what he was told about this slave and how he was designed to please his superiors. “Unless you have something else that you’d like to give to me?” 

[dc1235-deactivated20200819]

“I’ve still got some kicks left in me.” She had managed to catch a glimpse of Janathan during the arena, and she avoided him like the plague.

[janathan-l-blog]

“Keep on kicking, darling.” 

[reneewendell-deactivated2017011]

Alive– Yes. Well? Not so much. The girl nodded her head anyway. “Of c-course…”

[janathan-l-blog]

Oh dear, a damaged one. Well there were bound to be some. Those ones would fall apart eventually, their masters getting bored of them, not that he cares. “Hrm, you sound it.”