𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧.

⚠️NSFW⚠️ "𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛." >>In which you are a demon slayer with once a very high rank. On your latest mission you made a severe mistake which nearly led to a ban for you to not being allowed to use a weapon ever again or to call yourself a part of the demon slayer corps. Luckily you get the chance to start over with a lower rank. What they didn't tell you is that you now have to serve and obey the one and only hashira Tengen Uzui who doesn't mind to make your life the hell on earth. But who says that this is a bad thing? 🍋 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🍈= physical touch/affection 🍋=🔞 [This is obviously a fanfiction so not all characters will have the 100% same character traits as they have in the original plot.] ⚠️ **no manga spoilers** **I don't own any pictures/videos/music I use** **I don't own any demon slayer character** ⚠️ Top rankings🥳: 🥇#anime 🥇#uzuixreader 🥇#zenitsu 🥇#tengen 🥇#shinobu 🥇#tanjirou 🥇#uzui 🥇#tengenxreader 🥇#tengenuzui 🥇#hashira 🥇#nezuko 🥇#rengoku 🥇#sound

"Human beings are vile, nasty creatures. Blood thirsty. Evil by their very nature. That is was we were told. By them. Humans relished for millennia in systematically destroying one another. Our innate yearning for violence lead to not only the destruction of ourselves, but of our planet. Our home. Our planet was dead, our species nearly extinct, so we left. Those who survived dreamed of finding a new planet, a safe haven where we could start over. But our technology was failing and we never made it to our destination. We were adrift in space. Destined to die in the emptiness of the universe. It was luck that the Morrí heard the signal broadcasting. It was altruism that they came to our aid. It was their generosity that provided a home and a life for the remaining humans. They were our saviors. Without the Morrí, the last of humankind would have perished along with a broken vessel. That, at least, was the version of history we were taught. Humans had to earn their place among the Morrí. Humans must prove themselves. Humans are not to be trusted due to our volatile nature. Humans owed their very existence to their Morrí superiors." Keep your head down and survive. Don't attract the attention of our Saviors. Lena has spent her life following the rules set forth by her father to avoid any conflict with the alien race who saved humanity. It's worked for the most part, until a chance encounter leads to her becoming entangled in a dangerous game of politics and war between Morrí leaders. All of her perceptions of the race she's served her whole life are challenged as she's forced to put her trust in one who she's always considered an enemy.

This story isn't your typical fairytale. thing is; not all fairytales end up with the frog transforming into a prince or the beauty falling heads over heels for the beast, the reality is far different. far more dangerous far more deadly far more cruel sometimes in the process of healing the beast; the beauty becomes a beast herself. ____________________________________ His chocolate orbs dilated as his gaze locked with mine, he leaned forward, enough to make me reconsider my intentions; I stared back with equal intensity enforcing my mind to stay intact as my eyes silently threatened him to look away first. An angelic chuckle erupted from his throat as he tucked a fleeing strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my earlobe, almost daringly; certainly aware of the effect he had on me. My hands that once rested at my sides now pushed upon his chest, desperately trying to create some distance as his warm minty breath continued to hit my face, clouding my conscious. His hands shot up, tangling with my own as he gripped both my wrists with either one of his hands, trapping me against the wall, his glare never flattening. My breath hitched as his lips crashed upon mine, bruising them. Pushing me further into the wall, his lips now at my jaw, kissing and biting as he grinds onto me, ensuring I feel every inch of his arousal. Letting out an animalistic groan as he rubs himself onto me, matching my heavy breaths. I lean forward to place a quick peck on the tip of his nose; this seems to break his daze, chuckling as he nuzzles back into my neck. "you're going to be the death of me", his voice a mere whisper; burning my skin. Oh if only he knew. My body tensed on instinct, afraid he had figured it all out, but I discarded the unwelcoming thought instantly. He couldn't have I gaze up at the ceiling, a smile glued onto my lips in victory, as he takes my earlobe into his mouth, grazing the soft flesh with his bare teeth, almost painfully.

🔞MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ‼️ SEX SCENES INCLUDED⚠️ COPYRIGHTED 2020‼️ Just read.... you'll enjoy💙😉...

"You said you can tell a lot about a man by the way he skate"

No he wasn't crazy he just needed someone to contain him.

15 year old Nia moved to NY, harlem to start of fresh, with her hard working mother. 18 years old dave is one of Nia's neighbors who he find interesting. He's a hustler, the closest to being a king pin but makes moves, he also got women left to right!!.. Y'all I'm kinda bad at description...but just read...you gonna like it.

My Works #16 //. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but in this case it just may kill you." Kielce is ready to seal the door to his past closed while Amos is ready to open the door to his future. Coming from the same place, they're both striving to prove against being statistics, but parts of the hood continues to weigh them down figuratively like a ball and chain. DIAMONDNOVELS©2017-22 all copyrights reserved