nikkialena

[nikkialena]

anyone tryna help a sister, out I've heard my friend has a bad case of the writer's block and a good way to beat that...is to write

Welcome Queens, Kings, And Those In-between To Things I Write For

Anime Addition

Fairy Tail (god please request this need to know there's others fans)

Naruto

My Hero Academia

JuJutsu Kaisen

Demon Slayer (will be top priority as my favorite rn)

Tokyo Revengers

Haiku

Seven Deadly Sins

(very Open minded)

also thanks to @cafekitsune for the lovely banners <3~

Muzan

Akaza

Kokushibo

Hantengu

Gyutaro

Douma

Gyomei

Tengen

Kyojuro

Giyu

Obanai

Muichiro/Yuichiro (aged up or platonic only)

Shinjuro

Shenjuro (platonic only)

Hotaru

Kozo

Yoriichi

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Naruto

Madara

Shisui

Itachi

Obito

Kakashi

Gaara

Kiba

Lee

Neji

Kisame

Hidan

Kakuzu

Deidara

Hashirma

Tobirama

Jiraiya

Shikimaru

Sasgay- sorry meant Sasuke

Natsu

Gajeel

Gray

Jellal

Zeref

Freed

Laxius

Bickslow

Sting

Rouge

Elfman

Lucy

Juvia

Erza

MiraJane

Cana

Izuku

Bakuhoe (said what I said)

Shoto

Kirishima

Dabi

Shiggy

Kai Chisaki

All Might

Aizawa

Denki

Hitoshi

Mina

Tsu

Jirou

Twice

Tamaki

Sukuna

Gojo

Toji

Yuji

Megumi

Toge

Aoi Todo

Nanemi

Mahito

Geto

Kenjaku

Mikey

Draken

Chifuyu

Takashi

Takuya

Baji

Nahoya

Hakkai

Izana

haruichyo

Hinata

Tobio

Kenma

Hajime

Tetsuro

yuki

Toru

Hisashi

korai

Kei

Yu

Meliodas

Ban

Gowther

Escanor

Gilthunder

king

Ask are open feel free to shoot me your request

[nikkialena]

Brain rot pt2.

well since y'all like the first part so much.....

He's such a sadistic little asshole your mind rambled as he slowly rubbed his clothed groin against your aching core sending shocks of ecstasy pulsing along your skin as the rough material of his pants rubbed against your dripping cunt.

"Z-Zuko" you plead in a broken whimper, back arching off the table and toes curling ever so slightly as his fingers delicately trace your areola with the tip of his finger.

"I've learned a new trick" he mused cusping your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look up at him with a singular fluid motion, "would you like to see?"

He said with a husky laugh running a hand through his hair and pulling it back exposing the smooth column of his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes took on a feral quality, which sent another world of arousal through you.

Suddenly without warning, he pinched each perky bud of yours and gave the tips a little shock. A loud whimpering moan escaped your lips and your hands automatically curled into claws digging into his biceps, as the little shock made you writhe and sent you to blissful oblivion.

The floodgates opened and gripped him tighter reaching the pinnacle of your release, soaking the front of his pants and the table and the floor with your cum. You panted heavily as little black dots danced on the edge of your vision and your brain felt hazy.

This exquisite euphoric feeling consumed your entire being, it overwhelmed you with such pure pleasure that it left you completely drained "Tsk tsk tsk" Zuko chastised "quite a mess you've made" he whispered dragging his hand along his abdomen to collect some of your sweet nectar and sucked it off his finger.

Closing his eyes and savoring your taste before giving a soft shudder as he swallowed "I don't recall allowing you to release" he said with a cocky grin, as he slowly began unbuckling his belt "naughty girls get punished" he sang pulling the belt off and cracking in the air.

He effortlessly flipped you over with one hand, stood between your legs, and smiled as he slowly dropped and squeezed the soft flesh of your plump cheeks between his large palms, his eyes became so entranced when he played with your bubbly bottom.

Let out a soft groan he'd always had eyes for your butt ever since you joined his royal guards but now he finally had it, "I'm going to love playing with this later" he murmured along the warm flesh of your bare back.

He kissed your left cheek and gave it a smack before pulling back and cracking the belt again, "Let's get started shall we-" he began to say but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Fire Lord Zuko, sorry for the intrusion with your" the guard paused clearing his throat "Mistress but someone is requesting to see you" he murmured softly Zuko groaned rolling his eyes, "I'm busy tell them I'm not here".

He growled and slapped your ass with the belt taking pleasure in the way they recoiled and took on such a pretty red tint "Zuko I just want to talk" an all too familiar voice chimed in. Zuko took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "you know what come on in" he mused placing the belt down and hoisting you up onto his hips.

His rough calloused hands gripped your hair almost painfully tight as he pulled your hair back and began lavishing your neck with wet licks and bites, before finally kissing your mouth hungrily. Teeth clicked against teeth as you both lost yourselves in the heated kiss, his teeth gently bite down on your bottom lip causing a moan to escape you.

Using the momentary part of your lips his tongue slipped inside exploring every inch of the wet cavern that was your mouth, your own tongue met his in a frantic duel. Twisting and turning together until you both began gasping with lust for breath as you broke apart, panting heavily and flushed pink.

Zuko held you tightly, thumb drawing circles along your hip bone as he leaned forward resting his forehead against yours, "can I help you Mai?" Zuko turned and asked with a devious glint in his golden amber eyes and you gasped, attempting to hide yourself but he smacked your hand away "don't cover yourself.

You're gorgeous. Besides we were in the middle of something", You looked flustered as Zuko and Mai had a silent glaring contest….just great

enjoy the pipping hot filth

[nikkialena]

My time in Paris

[nikkialena]

Take this brain rot...

A soft whimper fell from your lips as you squirmed in place trying to escape the ruthless slender fingers sadistically slowly rubbing away at your clit as they had been for the last thirty minutes.

The feel of the calloused fingers against your sensitive throbbing flesh made a delicious and agonizing mix of pleasure and pain. You gripped his arm tightly, silently begging for mercy but Zuko was having none of it.

His muscular arms were firmly snaked around your waist while his right hand sat between your plush thighs, thumb gently massaging your clit in a gentle rhythm as his index finger just rimmed your entrance.

Almost as if he'd plunge his finger in at any given moment, but he wouldn't….you knew he wouldn't he wanted to make you suffer first quite like how you'd made him suffer.

He wasn’t done torturing you yet. You bit down on your lip hard in an attempt to muffle another sob as he pressed feather-light kisses to your neck and jaw, his warm breath blowing across your skin causing goosebumps to rise on the dark expanse.

But you couldn't hold back your moan, "shhhh if you keep making those noises one of the guards might hear you and come looking for us," his husky low voice rasped close to your ear. You shivered with embarrassing delight at his words.

And he chuckled "Oh does my little flame like the idea of someone coming in and seeing us in such a… compromising situation?"

He asked tilting your head up to his with a finger and locking lips with you, sucking and licking your pretty tongue into his mouth with practiced ease.

You writhed under his touch, hips bucking up onto his finger, your moans becoming more and more desperate, pleading almost.

"Fine…." Zuko relented with a sigh as he broke the kiss "since your so needy" he drawled as he removed his hand from between your thighs so he could prop you up and on the table in the throne room, you breathed a sigh of relief, and he slapped your right ass cheek biting his lip as he watched it jiggle.

"Don't be so relieved little flame I'm just getting started" he murmured slowly disrobing and blessing you with the sight of his broad masculine chest covered in damp hair that spilled down from his crown like a waterfall of rich ink spilling over smooth bronze skin.

Your eyes traced every scar and divot etched on his beautiful body with reverence and he yanked you by your ankles pulling you close until your legs sat on either side of his hips, grinding his hard-on into your aching drooling folds. "We're going to be here a while…so why don't we get comfy," Zuko growled low in his throat.

okay bye pookie~

[nikkialena]

*Furiously a sub top Aizetsu x reader fic*

sub tops are everything to me. like, yeah, come fuck my hole and whine against my throat. tell me how good it is, how wet and warm i feel around you. be a good boy and fill me with your load, yeah? can you do that for me, baby? come on, give it to me <3

[nikkialena]

THIS!!! it's so frustrating scrolling through oc x readers because authors tag it wrong, I understand some people do it on accident. But a lot of people do it on purpose, if you want someone to read your story then post it but don't lie to a reader. That's a quick way to get nasty comments from less patient readers or trolls

Hey just a friendly reminder to all the new and old fanfic writers for Avatar Way Of The Water(or any fandom ever), that "x oc" is NOT "x reader". I know the movie only came out a bit ago but I am seeing some writers tagging their work as "x reader" but its an oc. I'm tired of seeing "x oc" when I'm specifically searching for a "x reader". As soon as a author adds a name to the reader that sets it apart from the "x reader" tag. It is now an oc and a character. It doesnt matter if u dont like writing (y/n), y/n, (reader), (name) or even (___), these are what we use in place for the readers name or even their own oc. If u dont like using these don't write "x reader" content, This is so there is inclusion for everyone in the "x reader" tag as soon as an author adds a name it is needed to be tagged as "x oc", and ONLY "x oc"

So pls respect other readers and use the appropriate tags.

[nikkialena]

That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Demon In Demon Slayer...

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you balance on a single beam of metal hundreds of feet off the ground, you tilt and sway playing a morid game of chance. High up on the rooftops of luxury-end buildings, at a party where you don't belong. It's a beautiful night in May, so you're wearing a short black dress that reaches almost all the way down your thighs.  Your long hair is flowing around you like silk in the breeze. There are several people on balconies looking at the view, but they aren’t paying attention to you.

As per usual, you could jump right now, and they probably wouldn't even bat an eye. That's how it's always been, nobody ever noticed you unless they wanted something, and even then it was more like a passing interest rather than genuine curiosity. You didn't really have friends here, or even acquaintances. You just existed....which is why you decided to play this game, see how long you walk on this tiny little beam before the wind knocks you off, you wobble and fall, or until you make it to the other side. But even if you made it to the other side you'd still need to cross it again, no one would miss you if you were gone anyway.....no family no friends, no purpose, you were just another face in the crowd none probably even knew your name.  Just another nobody dreaming of doing something great but became stunted by student loans, anxiety issues, and a crippling sense of inadequacy. You can barely do anything right. So maybe in death people will notice....maybe people will change, and become better.

And if it takes a sacrifice then so be it, with a heavy sigh place one foot in front of the other...but your ankles buckle and your body tumbles off the side sending you free-falling. The wind whips your hair into your face and the cold air chills you to the bone. For a second it feels....almost euphoric, you feel right and weightless in a way that you never had in life. As you plummet to the ground you close your eyes, the last thing to reach your ears being a soft shout of "Y/N". Look at that someone did know you're name, when you hit the ground you expect pain. But it never comes, instead, the ground feels soft...nothing like a city sidewalk should feel.

There's no honking cars or horrified passerby's screaming either so you open your eyes, looking around confused instead of the city streets of L.A. you find yourself in a lush forest. It almost seems familiar but you don't really know from what. You can just barely make out the sound of voices speaking above you, everything's blurry and unfocused as your eyes try and adjust to the dark, you feel yourself being hoisted up by a set of strong arms you're cradled gently, and being moved. "A-....yo- ight?" The voice calm and deep speaks but it's like your brain was scrambled all you could make out was a blur of blue eyes and inky black hair, "I-I'm fine" you manage to stutter as you blink a couple of times to settle your eyes.

Looking up you saw a beautiful man with pale skin, he was looking down at you with glass eyes, so beautiful yet so....impassive. You were momentarily stunned, so much so that you didn't hear him asking you a question..."Are you injured he asked" and you slowly shook your head. "Um" is all you utter before he notices the trail of blood spilling down your face, "that's a nasty head wound...I know someone who can help hold on". You try and do as he says, but you find yourself slipping from consciousness as your head became light. A sharp pain in your head startles you awake, and your eyes flutter rapidly as you try and make sense of everything. The man from before is gone, and you find yourself kneeling in a circle with six other people. Only they weren't normal people, not by a long shot, one of them the closest was tall with flowing ash blonde hair and the most peculiar Iridescent eyes, his smile was wide but.....not friendly it was predatory in nature.

"Y/N-chan Y/N-chan falling asleep while the Masters talking, how rude" he spoke in a low tone while he crawled towards you. Your lips parted briefly to respond when suddenly your face was splattered with warm crimson spray, as another one of the people kicked the other male's head clean off. You flinch at the sudden display of aggression and furiously try and wipe the blood from your face as the new male was grappled by another one and forced into a kneeling position, "Akaza......Douma....the Master has called us here for important matters, not another one of your senseless battles. Handle your issues later and stop interrupting" the tallest of the three males spoke glaring down at you with his six golden eyes. 

"Am I boring you?" A  smooth accented voice emerged from the darkness, you felt your lungs constrict as you took in the ethereal beauty of the man before you, he had piercing crimson eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. A strong jaw that could cut glass sat under a flawless pale complexion with long wavy black hair that framed his face elegantly, it flowed down his back like ink spilling off a pen. Even his clothes were elegant, he had an expensive leather vest over a white button-up long-sleeve shirt, black slacks, and chestnut brown loafers.  He slowly strode towards you, lips set in a line and brows furrowed as he glared at you as if you were an....oddity.

He gingerly lifted your face with his thumb and forefinger to inspect you closer, taking in every detail of you with a slight tilt of his head. After a painstakingly long minute that felt like an eternity, he murmured, "I....didn't make you...who are you?"  You opened your mouth to speak when suddenly his touch became cruel, grabbing a handful of your [H/C] and in one swift movement yanked your head clean from your shoulders. He tossed your head aside like discarded trash as you gasped at your own body. Panic-stricken, tears well up in your eyes as you stared down at your own severed body, then up at him. He simply wipes his hand with a white handkerchief shrugging his shoulders and not even sparing you a glance "actually I don't care" is the last word you hear him speak before your eyes close. Your body lurches up and out of bed as you frantically grasp at your neck, sobbing and gasping for breath, you hit the floor and scramble into a corner eyes bouncing around the room as you try and piece together what just happened. 

Yet again you're in a different place, this time what appears to be a dimly lit infirmary, the sound of footsteps reigns in your senses as you look around for a weapon and settle on a glass vase. Dumping out its contents, you ready the vase and hide behind the door waiting until you see the first footstep through the door.  With as much strength as you can muster, you slam the glass vase over the head of the black-haired man you saw before, he stumbled a little bit clutching his head and you immediately feel remorseful,  "I-I'm so sorry" you whisper helping him to his feet only to be startled by a strange creature with body of a boy but the head of a boar charging into the room and running on all fours straight at you.

You instinctively pick up a glass shard and stab it before leaping out of the window, you slip and slide down the hillside before breaking into a full-on sprint. Where are you going, you're not sure but all you know is you want to put some distance between you and whatever that thing was. Although you don't make it far because you're not exactly in shape,  huffing and puffing you come to a stop at a babbling river leaning down to drink some of the cool water when you see something moving in the reflection. You pick up a sharp and toss it over your shoulder but the man from before catches it, "easy...if you move too much you could reopen your wounds" he spoke calmly slowly approaching you with his hands held out in front of him.

"S-stay back," you say taking shakey steps back, "you're hurt...you should be resting" he continued "I said get back" you shout weakly tossing another rock at him which he easily dodged. "You're hurt and confused you need to rest" he spoke softly stepping into the moonlight, as the light encased him you recognized him from somewhere, but you weren't exactly sure where. 

But Before you could put your metaphorical finger on where, you were tackled from the bushes by the strange boar man and your head hit the floor landing on a rock and sending you right back to unconsciousness.  Once again you woke up in a new place, this time somewhere in a forest. You stumble around aimlessly lost and confused until you misstep and fall face-first into a river, you flair about uselessly as the cold current hits your face and numbs you instantly. Splashing about as you try and fight against the current but you can't swim...and you'd never bothered to learn to because you were too insecure about your weight to wear swimsuits throughout the practice,  but now you're struggling for your life trying desperately to float or stay on the surface.

But the current proves to be too strong, and you're swept down the river like a ragdoll. Your arms and legs scrap against rocks and sharp thorns and eventually give way under the pressure of the current, you let out a muffled gasp before your body disappears beneath the surface of the water. However, as you sink below into the murky depths what looked like a thin black whip with a bone-like claw at the end plunged into the water.

Coiling around your waist hoisting you out of the water and carelessly dropping you on the bank, you gasp aloud coughing up water and sputtering softly as your hands slowly drag yourself further up the most muddy river bank and away from the cold river water.  "I see we meet again, I thought your scent smelt familiar..... you're a peculiar one huh?" A familiar voice spoke as you gazed up at the crimson-eyed man that had ripped your head off, "I-It's you" you wheezed rubbing your throat and drinking in air like it was your last.

"W-who are you?" You ask slowly repositioning yourself into a seated position as he glares down at you "I should be asking you that, I have no recollection of you, and yet my demons seem to". He pondered to himself pacing slowly, but your eyes were too busy tracking the whip-like tentacle slowly remerging with his body, what the hell was that? You thought and he peered over his shoulder at you, "It's one of my arm whips I have a question for you now, who are you, and where did you come from?" "That's two questions" you mumble and he glared at you, in the blink of an eye that same whip lashed out at you quick as light and you just barely managed to dodge. The whip effortlessly fell the tree behind you, then circled back around to wrap around your throat and yank you closer. The sharp tip prodes uncomfortably into the flesh of your chin as he stares deep into the very depths of your soul. 

"Do I look like the kind of man that enjoys  repeating myself?!" He yelled and you could taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue as his whip tightened around your throat painfully.  "I-I'm.... f-from California.... L. A." you squeak and he releases his grip, taking a step back as he gently rests his head in his palm.  "I've never heard of that place" he muttered to himself, "where is that on the map?" He asked turning his cold gaze to you once more, but you simply rubbed your throat and coughed. "it's like on the edge of America" you wheezed and he looked puzzled again. "America?" He echoed brows furrowing slowly, "what nonsense are you  talking about?"

He asked impatiently. "I've never heard of America or this" he scrunches his nose up as if disgusted "California...where did you really come from?" He hissed baring his sharp teeth, are those fangs? You whispered in the back of your mind, "yes" he snapped "Now answer my question" he growled and you flinched holding your head as if that would keep him from reading your thoughts.

"H-How are you doing that?"  you murmur mystified and he loses patience pinching the bridge of his nose, before you can even blink the whip is around your neck again. There's a flicker of pain and then your head's rolling down the bank into the river as he murmurs "I have better things to do with my time than waste it on an imbecile".

The next time you wake it's in the same room as you previously were, only this time you were tied down to the bed with thick obi sashes, panic began to set in before you saw something moving in the corner of your eye. "Oh good you're awake, It's been a day I thought you were going to be comatose" a calming yet slightly raspy voice spoke, blinking the sleep from your eyes you saw it was the same man you hit on the head with a vase.  You wince slightly as you see the slightly crimson-stained bandages wrapped around his head, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you" you murmured softly as he looked down at you with those hauntingly blue eyes of his.

"Don't worry about that I deserved it" he replied flatly "I brought you to somewhere unfamiliar, then barged into the room without announcing my presence, I  must have frightened you terribly" he spoke in such a somber tone that you felt worse.

"Um can you untie me please?" You asked softly and he hesitated for a minute before looking over his shoulder and nodding once, he then began to untie the sashes slowly as you simply watched. He was quite the handsome man, with his raven hair that spilled down his shoulders and back like spikey dark curtains framing his face making him appear even more imposing.  His skin was pale like snow yet perfectly sculpted and almost ethereal in nature, complimented by his long lashes and almond-shaped eyes he was quite breathtaking. Yet he seemed sooo.....stiff and unapproachable, "thank you" you mumble rubbing your wrist and sitting up as he finished.

"My name is Giyuu Tomioka, sorry I should've introduced myself sooner" he spoke quietly "I'm Y/N L/N....w-wait did you say Giyuu....like from Demon Slayer?" Giyuu tilted his head at you brows furrowing slightly in confusion, "um" he spoke scratching his cheek "w-well I am a demon slayer....a Hashira actually...b-but I'm not from any place named demon slayer...I wasn't even aware that was a place" he murmured the last part to himself. Meanwhile, your mind was reeling, how the hell could he be Giyuu from Demon Slayer? It just didn't make any logical sense, and yet....he was an exact copy of Giyuu hoari and all....He simply looked at you confused and you stared back unsure what was going on or how to even process any of it.

But then an echo of footsteps drew your attention to the doorway, "Giyuu" a feminine voice spoke making the latter flinch "I see you've released our guest from their binds....after I specifically asked you not to" Giyuu's eyes hit the floor and he shuffled awkwardly clearly unsettled. "W-Well I thought, maybe she wouldn't freak out as much when she wakes if-",  " but I didn't ask you to think" the woman speaks over him and he looks up at her for a split second like a kicked puppy then quickly averts his gaze again in a huff, "S-Shinobu" he murmured. "I don't think she's a demon", he whispered looking at you and then back to Shinobu. " Well she's certainly not human, no pulse, she wasn't even breathing till a moment ago", Shinobu speaks smiling at you but the smile is completely fake, it is obvious she doesn't like you. 

As Shinobu took a step closer to you, Giyuu stepped in her path placing his hand on the hilt of his nichirnblade as she mirrored him "I don't care if she's not a demon, the first time we get a glimpse of Muzan Kibutsuji and she just happens to be around? And he didn't kill her on sight, she's either a demon an abomination or an accomplice  either way she dies tonight." 

You flinched back falling off the bed she lunged for you but Giyuu swiftly blonde her blade with his own kicking her in the stomach sending her sliding back on her feet, "what was even the purpose of bandaging her up then?" Giyuu asked as you stood to your feet looking at the window and debating how far you'd get if you tried to run again, "well I thought we could wrangle some questions out of her but after thinking it over, I think I'd rather see her dead". 

"What the fuck!" You mutter and she looks at you with cold purple  irises glaring daggers, "sorry not sorry rather be safe than sorry you may not be a demon, but what if you're something new, I'd rather squash any new threat before it begins don't you think?" Giyuu blocked yet another slash heading your way and backed you closer to the window which you were preparing to jump out of, Shinobu then glared at Giyuu "you know I'm really starting to question your loyalty to the  cause, this is the second time you've defended a demon is this your subtle way of telling us something we need to know Giyuu?"

She spoke venomously while attacking relentlessly "she's not a demon...we're surrounded by wisteria if she was a demon wouldn't she be having some sort of reaction?" Giyuu tried to reason but Shinobu wasn't having any of it knocking his blade from his hand and striking at you Giyuu pushed you aside taking a slash across the eye, "Giyuu" you shout watching the blood pool down his face like a crimson mask you turn to Shinobu with a hiss somehow flinging Shinobu through the wall with a flick of your finger.

Both you and Giyuu turned to each other shocked and perplexed as Shinobu hit the wall and let out a  small groan "SHE'S NOT A DEMON GIYUU?" She hissed in angry sarcasm as both you and Giyuu bolted out of the window and just ran, but you were slowing down so Giyuu scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

"I-I didn't know that was gonna happen I swear" you said somewhat panicky to Giyuu as he gently set you down and peeked over the large rock to see if Shinobu was chasing, when he saw she wasn't he turned to you. "Answer me this one question" he spoke calmly "where did you come from?"  He asked and you looked down at your feet, you contemplated lying to him because you really weren't sure but he was the only one who hadn't threatened you. "I-.....I-I don't know, okay I woke up in a forest I think I might've fallen from the sky, I know that sounds ridiculous but I-I swear it's the truth" you plead as tears fall from your eyes and you began to break down in sobs.  

He gently rested a hand on your back and smiled gently at you, "I believe you" he murmured softly taking off his hoari and draping it over your shoulders, "why?" You asked confused wiping your tears and sniffling softly "I-I mean it happened to me and I wouldn't even believe me" , Giyuu simply washed the cut on his eye with some river water and tore a piece of his uniform off to wrap it up, "because I saw it happen" he peeked over the rock again to make sure Shinobu wasn't following once more but returned his gaze to you. "I was patrolling when you just out of nowhere fell on me from the sky, and at first I thought you were some kind of demon...but then you didn't get up, and you were injured and bleeding...and also you didn't attack me so I figured you're just a really strange person".

You feel somewhat relieved to at least have someone to rely on, but then you're struck again with the news....that somehow....you magically got transported to the world of Demon Slayer, what the hell am I supposed to do now? You thought clutching your head as Giyuu just watched you casually, "I might know someone who can help" he spoke snapping you out of your thoughts, "since when could you read minds?" You asked flabbergasted and he just tilted his head at you, "I can't I just thought you might need help, follow me" he said slowly and you tried to walk but your ankle gave out. You must have twisted your ankle while running, noticing this Giyuu offers you his back and you smile but hesitate, you're not exactly the skinniest girl...and you wouldn't want him to hurt his back so you simply shake your head "I-It's fine I'll just walk" Giyuu squinted at you before walking up to you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing.  He then slung you onto his back where sat comfortably at his hips, slowly wrapping your legs around them and your arms around his neck, "you shouldn't push yourself when you're hurt" he spoke softly and you rested your head on his back.

Enjoying his warmth and the gentle beat of his heart as well as the soothing sound of the flowing water, it was strangely calming, "thank you Giyuu" you mumbled into his neck and his ears reddened, "don't thank me for simple things". You find yourself slowly drifting to sleep as you yet again awake in a different place, gone was Giyuu, and the forest was replaced by a bustling city herds of people walked to and fro as you stumbled about in a confused haze, out of the corner of your eye you spotted a flicker of teal and black checkered hoari. "Tanjiro" you shout and he stops in his tracks turning towards you with a scowl and placing a hand on his nichirnblade, "demon" he hisses and you flinch looking down at yourself.

You were in the body of [S/C] demoness with ivory horns spiraling out of your head, long [H/C] hair and a long thin whip-like tail. "Huh I am a demon" you murmur to yourself as Tanjiro looks at you confused, "you smell funny" he spoke and you gawked at him "well that's rude" you retorted and his brows shot up. "No I didn't mean it like that, you smell sweet and pure kinda like honey but at the same time like vinegar....I can't tell what kind of person you are".

 You opened your mouth to speak when suddenly Giyuu walked up behind Tanjiro carrying...your other body, "Tanjiro" he spoke before he glared at you and gripped his nichirnblade "demon" he hissed sliding your limp body onto the ground as both he and Tanjiro took guard in front of it. "W-wait Giyuu it's me Y/N" Giyuu's brows furrowed as he looked between  the limp body and back to you, he tilted his head sucking a breath between his teeth.. "Look let me prove it" you said confidently and then slapped yourself as hard as you could, but instead of passing out you just hurt yourself and looked stupid. "Oh right this body is extra durable" you took a step towards your other body but Tanjiro and Giyuu stepped forward in defense of that one, you took a deep breath and sighed "guys look, just slap that body or shake you'll see" they both looked at you skeptically but Giyuu slowly did as you said and gently shook the body.

The moment he shook the body you collapsed and woke up in the other one gasping for breathe and looking up at Giyuu, "see I told you it's me Giyuu", Giyuu's eyes widened in disbelief "t-that's.....h-" he muttered as Tanjiro too stared at you in wide eyed disbelief as well. He then proceeded to shake the demon body and your human body collapsed as you woke up in that one, "okay test ov-" you tried to say but Giyuu shook your human body and the other collapsed as you woke int that one. "Sto-" you spoke but got cut off as Tanjiro shook the demon body, "ENOUGH" you snapped and they sheepishly looked at the ground. "S-sorry" Giyuu murmured and Tanjiro apologized too, "what.....happened?" Tanjiro asked and you shrugged "I'm not sure one moment I was falling off a building-", "why were you falling off a building?" Tanjiro asked eyes widening in alarm you stiffened slightly eyes darting to the ground as you tried to think of a plausible excuse.

Reading your body language Giyuu gently rested a hand on your shoulder, "so what are you going to do now that you're here?" You take a deep breath and stare down at your feet as you curl into a ball, "I'm actually not sure" you murmur only now realizing the truth behind his words for a second you thought about doing what most people would do. Try and force change amongst the anime, but actions have consequences and who knows what would happen should you intervene with the way things are supposed to play out. But at the same time you couldn't just sit back and watch these people die, if you had the chance to safe them shouldn't you take it? You could always tell the hashira everything you know about the demons, boom pow hashira wipe the demons everyone lives happy ending.

But not for the demons, they too are victims of circumstance even Muzan, you could always tell Muzan where the blue spider lily is....after all even though he's a bit murder happy he's never been one to want to commit genocide or rule the world....you don't really know his motives besides wanting to live. And he may be twisted but he's not entirely evil, in fact, you clearly remember reading an article stating he didn't even want to create the demons....he's just doing what's necessary for survival. Isn't everyone at the end of the day? You exhale a deep breath and rub the growing headache in your temples, "I think..." you start but stop when you feel a presence in your head...Muzan is nearby, you're not sure how you know you just know.

And your thoughts when confirmed when Tanjiro visibly froze before growling, but before he could run off and chase after him you grabbed both his and Giyuu's hand "we should go" you spoke lowly "b-" Tanjiro protested but you gripped his hand tighter "I know Tanjiro I know he's here but trust me when I say, he will kill you before you can even think to grab your nichirnblade". Tanjiro fought and hissed trying to shake off your grip but he eventually conceded "but what about you're other body?" Giyuu interjected and you froze suddenly getting an intense sense of fear, Muzan stepped around the corner and your inner voice screamed run as his plume red eyes locked with yours "you again" he spoke coldly but you were already dashing away without answering him, Giyuu turned around to face him head on when you heard the familiar whistle of his whip cutting through the air.

Without thinking you pushed Giyuu out of the way and yet again your head went rolling from your shoulders, "Y/N" Giyuu shouted followed by Tanjiro's scared and panicked "MISS LADY" as you began to slip away into the other body you managed to croak out "just run". As you woke up in the other body at his feet Muzan looked at the decapitated demon's body and then down at you connecting the dots instantly, "you truly are an enigma, tell me what happens if I cut this body's head off while the other one is headless" he asked and you suddenly got a deep-seated fear  "I-I'm not sure" you whsiper unable to meet his eyes "would you like to find out?"

He asked pulling your head tightly, "leave her alone" Tanjiro shouted rushing in but Muzan swatted him away with one of his arm whips without ever breaking his glare on you, his eyes then darted to Giyuu who flinched and looked towards you then Tanjiro and finally back to Muzan as if debating on what to do. He then decided to go after Tanjiro seeing as Muzan had taken no particular interest in him or Tanjiro, he offered you a pity glance before running off towards Tanjiro, leaving you to the mercy of Muzan who effortlessly scoops up both of your bodies. A strange pluck echoed out and

 you found yourself being carried in an infinitely looping hall. You wanted to speak but fear had glued your tongue to the top of your mouth, you simply curled into yourself and listened to the echoing sound of his steps.  As he walked you into his study he tossed your demon body on the floor, you looked down at your second body sadly but took note of how quickly it regenerated its head, "I'm going to run some tests on you" he spoke at you in a calm tone, that left little room for argument. You nodded numbly at him, his perfectly manicured nails sharpened to claws and he scratched your forearm tearing through the fleshy easily, you yelped in pain as crimson streams spilled down your wrist.

You watched him as he watched your other body for some kind of reaction but nothing happened. He then walked over to a desk pulled out a notepad and began scribbling in it, he then proceeded to continuously inflict wounds on you. Nothing life-threatening just small cuts, scraps, and incisions that would heal eventually, he seemed slightly frustrated that pain inflicted on one body couldn't be felt by the other. His brows were furrowed but his lips were neutral, as the test continued you noticed that your human body too could regenerate or heal.....just a lot slower than the demon one, but much faster than a normal human being should be capable of. 

He wrote that down too, he made you swap bodies a few times by brutally slapping you across the face, and then he ran tests and diagnosis on your human body while you watched from the demon one, "it's like a shell" he murmured to himself "every time you swap bodies the other goes limp like a puppet without strings". "But unlike the human body, the demon husk moves around when you're operating the other one....how strange, it moves in the direction of your other body...I wonder why, I'm half tempted to make you switch and just watch what happens....but it's too risky I'd like to run more tests on you in the future....so I can't let you die yet. Speaking of death, it appears no matter how many times I rip off your demon head off it's body it just....continues on as if nothing's wrong...kind of like a few of my stronger demons" he murmured writing in his notebook.

As he moved to grab a different book his hand accidentally brushed your other body's breast, specifically its nipple which made your demon's body jolt up and tense momentarily. When he noticed this he tilted his head, gently grazing his finger across the human body's skin. You flinched again as you felt his warm fingers sliding along your skin, "huh" was all he murmured before slowly slipping his hands underneath the layers of your human body's kimono and giving it's nipple a flick. When you yet again flinched and let out a soft gasp he paused in his movements, "so it doesn't respond to pain, but it does respond to pleasure....interesting" he muttered, and then began to massage the other body's breast lightly.

You gasp and whimper shifting your demon body on the couch as he toys with the human one on the floor,  you hide your face in the crook of your neck to try and hide the embarrassment as you try and hide the soft moans bubbling within your throat. "Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way" Muzan muttered to himself, "Instead of an aggressive approach maybe I should try...." your demon body's back arched off the couch as Muzan slowly dragged his delicate fingers down your human one's stomach, and traced the outline of your lower lips through your human body's panties.

You felt a sudden jolt of pleasure course through your entire body as Muzan's fingers slipped under the cotton fabric, peeling back your lips with two of his fingers before gingerly rubbing your human body's love nub and letting loose that first little moan from your demon body's throat.  Your eyes squeezed shut feeling your breathing quicken as Muzan's fingers trailed slowly downwards until he grasped the sensitive nub and pinched it, making you let out another moan of pleasure as he then slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you.

Pumping his fingers slowly as your demon body writhed dragging your claws along the couch and shredding the soft cushion as he phantom-fingered you,  "host body is responsive to stimuli inflicted on hostless body" he commented looking down at his notes."I wonder if I could perhaps replicate this" he murmured softly "could be quite useful having a second throwaway body" he murmured to himself "although, it does seem to have a weakness to  pleasure...but I highly doubt anyone will be trying to jerk me off midbattle.....mmm however.....I probably should find a way around that....anyway". 

He said slapping your human body and waking you up in that one, "that doesn't make any sense, you wake in the other body when you die or when I slap you but not when I inflict pain......hmmm maybe it's because death is instantaneous and you don't necessarily feel the slap because technically your other body is in sleep mode.....hmm".   He paused in thought for a moment "oh well, I'm keep that body for research if you have a problem speak now" he said pressing the sharp end of one of his tail whips you your throat, when you nodded he smiled briefly "good girl, now get I've wasted enough time on you" he said and in the blink of an eye you were transported to a random spot in the forest.

"What.....am I going to do" you murmur sitting down on a fallen tree as you readjusted your kimono "good question what are you going to do?" Asked a strangely familiar voice, as you glanced over your shoulder you were expecting to see Giyuu or Tanjiro but was shocked to see the pale apparition of Yoriichi sitting next to you......what the fuck?

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Should I add Muichiro to the demon slayer bf scenarios, I'm not sure

Where I stand on Muichiro as a potential partner he kinda sits in a gray area for me, I want him to be in it but I just don't know how yet....but I'll let y'all decide

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just reposting to get more votes

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Black Queens/Kings/Those in-betweens unite 

if you're black, reblog this

if you’re black, reblog this

if you’re black, reblog this

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*looks at thee five new fics I wanna write* feeeling mighty called out

calm down please

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Colored people in anime

I need y’all to seriously judge me and tell me if I'm in the wrong...

So when I draw ocs or write characters, most of them time they are either African, African-American, Blasian,  Indian, or  Dominican.....I simply draw dark skinned characters because I want to feel like I can fit into the world of anime.

But idk why, but a lot of anime/manga authors don’t include dark skinned characters and I’ve always felt sorta left out, ontop of that whenever I bring up cosplaying I get hit with that character isn’t black...or you can’t be that character your skins too dark..and there’s not a lot options to choose from.

So fast forward, I drawing ocs as I do a oc I’ll post below and she was meant to be shipped with Inosuke and I posted it proudly and then one of the people in the chat goes and I quote : Wow another black oc to replace his ASIAN partner...she’s pretty though 

And then we got in an argument and they said I was trying to force my ideals into a anime by making 96% of my ocs black but it’s like...I just kinda want to see myself with the anime characters too but like am I doing too much by making most of my ocs black?

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A Bloody Path To Hell

Here’s a little sneak peak to the continuation of Please Don’t Leave thanks to the amazing author @pinejayy 

https://www.tumblr.com/pinejayy/721619453007233024/please-dont-leave-hantengu-clones-x-freader?source=share

but anyway, enjoy~

Warm kisses and  tender caresses plagued your mind as you sat curled up in the nest that Urogi had built for you not too long ago, his scent still etched into wood providing a slither of comfort in their......absence....permeant absence...they weren't coming back....A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you wished the ground would open up and  swallow you whole, just so the pain in your chest could stop hurting and the ache would go away, you were tired of this constant pain....but it never goes away, just like Urogi never came back, he was gone. They all were, the echo of steps reached your ears but you made no  indication that you heard anything at all, instead focusing on the sweet memories of being cradled and caressed by your four lovers..but even those seemed to fade with every passing day .You sighed again, your heart felt heavier than it ever has before, the feeling wasn't new but something about it just seemed to become more painful each time you thought about it. It hurt just thinking about them, you still can feel the phantom tingle of their lips against yours.

Part of you wondered if their deaths were quick and painless, or if the demon slayers made them suffer?

The latter you knew to be true, occasionally when one or more clones stayed home and one would perish in battle, whenever they reformed they would be panicked, trembling and crying....It would take about a hour of soft reassuring words, kisses and hugs to bring them down......Their screams haunted your dreams and you couldn't help but imagine poor little Aizetsu screaming in pain....Or the look of fear slowly replacing Karaku's signature smirk as he knew this is it....and Sekido....You closed your eyes, tears slipping over your cheeks as the reality of what happened began to set in, your mind heart and soul finally coming to accept the terms....

You didn't want to accept the fact....That your loved ones are gone, forever lost to you. It hurts so bad, it hurts so much....but at least if they're dead then you won't have to watch the people you loved most turn to dust, their souls taken back to Hell...

“How long do you intend on being a pathetic mess?"  A voice that was all too familiar snapped in a deep baritone voice that sent your body jumping in surprise, even though you'd spoke to him multiple times you could never get used to the roughness of his voice, "go away Kokushibo...leave me to rot in silence" you spat at the upper one demon but he ignored you scowling softly, yocould feel all six eyes of his burning into your back.

"And what of the infant in your belly....will you allow your self destructive ways to be the downfall of the unborn  child, you weakling?"

 His voice rumbled in a low growl, his presence filling every inch of your space as he loomed over you, "WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF A SUDDEN?" You snapped picking yourself off the ground to glare at him but his expression remained the same..."I don't" he said coolly "but you should make something of yourself" he  continued, his yellow slit pupils narrowed in an almost predatory way "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME KOKUSHIBO" you snapped again and his brows furrowed slightly "that anger is wasted on you" he  commented, ignoring your outburst.

You gritted your teeth but kept quiet, waiting for him to continue but he didn't, instead he just stood there staring at you, his gaze was piercing, you tried very hard not to shiver under its intensity but your efforts were futile, even now the pain inside your heart grew stronger and you broke into tears, "I...don't know what to do Koku.." you sobbed wiping at your tears "I'm stuck in an endless loop of  'what if's, what if I did, what if I didn't? What if they hadn't left,....what if I painted the ground crimson with the blood of their executioners?

 What if I made their deaths slow and agonizingly painful...so excruciating, that even death itself wouldn't be enough to relieve their suffering? You bite out with a bitter laugh, Koku wiped the tears from your face lifting your chin with a finger  "and if you had the chance to exact   vengeance, to punish the  perpetrators who murdered your lovers would you take that chance?"

"Yes" the words fell from your lips before could even  process their own weight, your head spinning as the answer came so easily to you, "Yes, I would , I'll take every opportunity given to me to destroy the bastards responsible" you whispered fiercely, "I want to see their heads mounted on spikes" you seethed through clenched teeth and he smirked "good".

I hoped you liked the little sneak peek but this is you’re one and only warning to abandon ship now if you can’t take descriptions of blood and gore, shit gets dark quickly talkin murder and maiming left and right there will be no survivor's from the hashira or demon slayers everyone is catching that smoke

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Mating Cycles p.1

It's my head canon that demon's have mating cycles like animals in spring and summer without furthermore enjoy....

Douma watches Lady Muzan with heavy calculation, swallowing with a bit of hesitancy as their eyes connect for the sixth time within the hour, her maroon irises boring deep within the very chasm of his soul. Her pheromones are strong today, he notes. A little too much. He has never been this close to her while her heat is in full bloom before.

And usually by now, she'd be whisked off by Kokushibo or Akaza..her favorite breeding males...even if Akaza was a lower rank than him and he was the better-suited option for mating purposes, but alas with Akaza being the favorite and Kokushibo being the strongest male available to her. She'd never even glanced his way during her rutting cycle…which is fine, today he lucked out...with both her favorite male breeding candidates unavailable at the moment, that is. He can now fully take advantage of the situation to finally court her. And it is going according to plan. So far he's slowly eased his way into her presence without causing a stir, she'd glanced at him with warning glares but otherwise kept to herself shuffling through some papers on her desk while trying her best to conceal the growing arousal between her thighs but it was clear he was making an impact. A little sly smirk spread across his lips as she adjusted yet again, her defiance and dislike slowly crumbling under the force of his pheromones, she must be really horny….she'd allowed him to reach the foot of her desk without any sort of protest so long as he didn't get caught staring too long. Her eyes suddenly flickered to him and he almost flinched, swallowing nervously as she bared her fangs at him, a low, warning growl emitting from her throat as he felt his heart pounding harder against his chest. But he refused to break eye contact, staring defiantly back at her, she held his gaze for a little while longer before letting out a deep sigh, averting her eyes away from him. That's right, Douma's thoughts echoed with a little boost to his ego...you just sit pretty and let me woo you, Douma dropped to his hands and knees earning another warning growl from Lady Muzan.

"What are you doing why are you bothering me, leave before I tear your head from your shoulders" she snarled menacingly at him but there was no real venom behind her words. In fact, her voice sounded almost fond. "My Lady..." Douma uttered a soft murmur reaching up for one of her ankles. His fangs came to rest on the top of the thick white stockings she wore and slowly peeled them down over her pale toes, his hot breath fanning against her skin like a kiss sending shivers up her spine. Her scent became stronger and his pants grew to be so much tighter. He gently licked her heel before nipping at it playfully earning him another sharp growl. "I am not interested in your advances, Douma, get away from me." She hissed bringing her heel back in a swift brutal kick that cleanly tore the top half of his head off, but within less than a second it grew back and he was undeterred iridescent eyes honing in on her blood-stained heel. "My lady your precious foot has been tarnished" he murmured looking up at her scowling angry face through long lashes, "allow me to clean it for you My Lady" he purred seductively licking his lips with a low guttural moan. He reached up and gently took her foot in hand running his tongue up the inner sole of it and around the edges, relishing the sweet taste of fresh blood that coated his tongue and flooded his senses. Lady Muzan stared down at him with a scowl but didn't protest anymore her tantalizing scent enveloping his sense as he carefully cleaned her foot, cleaning off the blood with practiced motions, with a bit of a nervous swallow Douma dared to kiss up her foot looking her in the eye for any sign of protest, but to his delight he found none. Lady Muzan only seemed mildly annoyed by his attentions.

He looked up at her, a smile stretched across his handsome features. With a little smirk, he kissed the base of her foot softly. He knew he had to hurry before he lost the opportunity, but patience would do him well. Unlike Kokushibo who could be dominant with her or Akaza who she seemed to have a certain affection for dominating, Lady Muzan didn't necessarily like him. If he chose to be dominant then she'd see it as a challenge and try to fight against him. But if he came too submissive then she'd see him as a disgusting nuisance and push him away with a viciousness, he had to perfectly balance himself between dominance and submission or else risk losing his life in this relationship. It was the only reason he hadn't tried to claim the title of her favored breeding pet yet. If he tried to dominate her too soon, he knew she'd probably bite off his head in retaliation for her pride being taken out of the equation. It was a gamble. But one he was willing to take, so he slowly kissed up her calf with gentle reverence, careful not to nick or peirce her skin with his fangs, as he continued to kiss along her beautiful calves and thighs, admiring each and every contour and shape that he came upon until finally, he got to the very apex where her thighs meet, looking up at her eyes again but she wouldn't look at them her attention returned to her papers.

But, he'd noticed as he brought his face closer to her clothed sex she'd slightly spread her legs for him giving him silent approval as long as his head stayed within the safe zone she'd set. Douma smiled wickedly positioning himself between her thighs and gently lifting her legs and placing them around his shoulders, still, she didn't pull away. This was progress! Slowly, he leaned down kissing her dampened panties the heavy smell of her lustful arousal hitting him full force. He was almost drunk on her scent, feeling his own body respond to it. It was intoxicating and he couldn't resist any more tongue gently lavishing her slit through her panties with slow deliberate laps, teasing her sensitive folds with his tongue. Her soft yet sharp inhales were the most pleasurable thing he could ever imagine listening to. Feeling encouraged he pressed on getting more daring with his actions sliding her wet panties aside and plunging his tongue inside of her slick entrance.

She gasped sharply in response, squeezing his head with her thighs. He smirked against her drooling sex catching her essence with his tongue, and sucking on her sensitive clit which elicited a shudder. He lapped hungrily at her, enjoying how her body tensed against him and how she tasted so damn heavenly. She squirmed beneath him, biting at her lower lip as she writhed impatiently against him, moaning loudly in ecstasy when he began to suck hard on her swollen clit with his mouth while simultaneously thrusting his tongue deeper inside her sex. She arched her hips off the chair to press her groin against his mouth, pushing his face farther into her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips and ass, pulling her body directly onto his awaiting mouth as he continued to savor her juices with a greedy lick. The woman in front of him was panting heavily and she wasn't the only one who was aroused, he could feel how hard the erection between his legs throbbed relentlessly as though demanding its rightful place deep inside her. It was driving him mad and he wondered what she would do if he tried to mount her now. A single glance at her face showed her cheeks flushed, lip fastened between her fangs as her claws dug into the wood of the desk her glare softening into a needy stare. He could tell she was already close from the slight puffiness of her cheeks and her dilated pupils, he took this as a good sign and began moving his tongue faster inside of her slick heat while his free hand slipped between her dribbling folds to stroke and roll her swollen clit between his fingertips.

She moaned out loud clutching at his hair tightly while trembling in pleasure, he wanted her so bad, yet he knew better. She came first and foremost, her pleasure over his, It's a freaking miracle she allowed him to get this far...his hands trembled lightly with anticipation as he sucked and massaged her clit, her eyes locked with his as a scowl formed on her lips but he had control now. This was one of the moments he needed to be dominant so he plunged his tongue deep into her walls finding her g spot and pulling an obscene whimper from her lips. As her body shook violently, and the first orgasm ripped through her, her nails sank deep into his scalp, her legs wrapped tightly around his neck and her back arching off the seat. He kept going, his pace becoming rougher until finally, she cried out his name in climax her entire body convulsing violently as she came undone on his tongue, Douma smirked drinking in the sweet nectar of his lovely goddess but he couldn't get distracted from the ultimate goal he had about three seconds before she recovered and made him suffer the consequences.

Quickly pushing her back he crawled up from the desk, "A-are you sated Douma?" She hissed catching her breath but he quickly picked her up in his arms sweeping everything off her desk and letting it clatter to the floor, "You inso-" she started but he slammed her down on the desk a tad bit aggressively holding her legs open as he quickly freed his cock from its confines. Without wasting any time he slid himself smoothly up her wet opening and buried deep inside, groaning loudly as he felt her pulsating warm moistness surround him causing him to growl with pleasure. His hands rested on her thighs holding her hips firmly, she let out a surprised yelp as he began rutting his hips into hers in steady rhythm as he fucked her hard and fast pumping into her like a piston, filling her completely to capacity. Her hands reached up to scratch at him but caught both her hands with one wrist and pinned them above her head, she hissed baring her fangs at him as his claws made quick work of her kimono tearing it to shreds and releasing her perky breasts, he immediately lathered one breast with saliva before sinking his teeth into it earning a soft moan from her his other hand circling her other breast. groping and kneading at her tits, his mouth devouring her flesh, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the study, filling the room with the sound of lewd squelching as he filled and pumped inside of her with fervent abandon.

He allowed his face to rest in between her neck and shoulders, moaning and whimpering as she clutched around his girth.

"Douma" she growled in a low hiss grabbing a fistful of his silver blonde hair, in the blink of an eye their positions were swapped both her towering over him.

"You have the gall to try and dominate me?" She says with a new found coldness gripping his chin between her fingers, "I think you've forgotten your place and it's about time I reminded you"....