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eunxhan · 4 months

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❝ Who knew getting dominated by some human would feel this good? ❞

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Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ hihi! The req you wrote was so good! /pos

Hua cheng and xielian my beloved hehe. Anyways! I'm so happy that you're in WHB! Can i req dom top male reader with the kings? I'm a sucker for domtop reader with a harem and i really love your writing style. But if you don't write harem then just choose one is fine! /pos gen

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Hello, Thank you i did my best with the requests ^^! This took me more than a couple of errors, I'm not used to writing NSFW as i easily get flustered by some.. I'll be making multiple parts of this because i quite enjoyed this. This took me the longest but i hope you do enjoy my work.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — THIS IS NSFW, if you're underage i would recommend to stop reading if not then I'm not responsible for what you consume. English is not my main!

Reader & Genre ⨾ TOP!DOM!MALE!reader,

Words used ⨾ 11, 100+

Character ⨾ SATAN, MAMMON.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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He would likely be somewhat surprised and taken aback by a dominant male top. He's the King of Gehenna, he wouldn't accept this– oh he would.

Satan has been portrayed to be a very dominant and controlling person, so having someone else suddenly take the lead and control the situation would probably be quite unnerving for him.

Satan would likely try to put up a bit of a fight and push back against the Male but would likely find himself feeling a little overwhelmed and overwhelmed by the new dynamic. Both Men would fight over who's top and who's bottom. Actual wrestling on the bed.

Him being a very dominant and controlling figure, would likely be accustomed to always having the upper edge in conversations and interactions with others.

When presented with a dominant and controlling Lover, whom also has the means and power to physically overpower him, Satan's confidence and arrogance may suddenly start to waver and be shaken.

Satan would likely try to maintain his composure and act as if he's still in control and everything is fine. However, after hours of convincing and reassurance, Satan would likely come to accept the dominance of the reader, though it would probably take some time for him to fully adjust to it.

Satan's pride and ego would likely get the better of him at first, making him reluctant to surrender control to you, but once he does adapt and surrender control, he would likely learn to enjoy and appreciate the new dynamic. Starting to become more vulnerable and submissive towards the dominant man, as he would begin to develop more trust and affection towards him.

Satan would feel somewhat embarrassed and shy when faced with the dominance and boldness of you. He'll be slightly taken aback by the reader's confidence and assertiveness, which would likely make him feel out of his comfort zone.

However, Satan would secretly feel giddy and excited by your aggressive control and dominance. Teasing the dominant man as if his back is not gonna get broken, please shut him up or... Be the reason why he's crying loud.

He's very eager to let go of his dominance and submit to you. He would likely give in to your dominance and allow you to take the lead, following your instructions and requests. Satan also take pleasure in being handled and used however you prefers, and would likely have no objections to being submissive and compliant to your dominance.

Kiss his confidence points which is his shoulders and arm muscles, you would feel him clenching on your length alongside hearing his soft whimper against your ear. If you happen to have heavy hands, slap him. Slap him as hard as you can and he's releasing all over the bed and on your stomach.

His eyes will be open, not wanting them to close as he wants to see your reactions and how you create your sounds. He likes seeing how pleased you are with him and his body. Keep your face close to him, if not he would cling his arms around your neck in keeping you close.

Feeling the way your hips moving harshly, creating loud and wet noises by both of your skins slapping each other, This man would be aroused and slightly surprised. Hearing how loud and abrupt the movements are, he was in heaven.. Well how you treat him feels like it.

He would likely feel a mix of pleasure and excitement, and would probably feel like doing more than just remaining still, such as moving his own hips to meet the movements of yours or grabbing your hips and assisting in your movements.

If you were to degrade and humiliate him, he would reply with louder moans and whimpers. Sometimes he would tease you back, denying your words but the way he's being a cock whore for you says the opposite.

"You're so much better when you're submissive and compliant." You whispered against his ear as you hold both of the King's horns harshly to keep the man in place. As much as Satan wants to reply he's struggling too much with the force of your movements and the pain of the slaps to reply properly. Satan would likely also feel reluctant to admit to himself that it feels good to give in to the dominance and be handled by the reader. "The way you obediently follow my commands and give in to my dominance is so hot." you groaned before slapping his ass, making Satan shiver under you. He couldn't even form his words as if he's speaking in gibberish. "Your pride and arrogance hold you back from experiencing even more pleasure." You continued degrading him, letting go of his horns and sneaking your arms around his torso. "Let go of them and let me take control of you, baby?" your voice wavering as you feel your end, your hips shaking the same way as Satan's. "'M..'M close! [_] close! Please! Keep using my body!" he pleaded, which you agreed to his plea. You always love cumming together, a few thrusts and both of you are letting out a moan as you cum inside and Satan on the sheets before falling. Being inside in a second before pulling out, watching it drip out of him.

"No one could dominate you as good as me, so why not just submit to me and enjoy being handled by a superior dominant top?" You teased, chuckling as you look at him. Completely destroyed, his hair a mess, his whole body filled with marks and bruises, the way the demon is shaking. Oh he would ask for another round even if he's completely beaten up.

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Mammon would likely be taken aback a little bit by the dominance and assertiveness of yours.

Mammon would likely feel quite embarrassed and flustered being in such a submissive position, as it is not something he is used to in his usual role in the group. He wouldn't say no, he would gladly agree to it. As long as he's feeling you all over, that's enough for him.

If you happen to prepare Mammon, he would likely feel some level of excitement and anticipation, especially if you were touching him. He's bigger in figure and taller than you, unless you're a titan. Of course his back is laying on the bed, seeing your face. Let him keep his hands on your ass, he likes it and he's been doing good.

You touching him in a way that he found pleasurable and was preparing him, Mammon would likely feel more relaxed and comfortable with the dominance of the Man. However, even if Mammon was being prepared and touched by his lover.

In bed, Mammon would likely be responsive and obedient to your instructions. He would likely let you take control and guide his movements in bed.

Mammon's usual dominating and commanding personality would likely take a backseat, allowing you to take charge. He would likely take delight in giving in to you and experiencing the pleasure of a dominant top's control.

As he's not much of a vocal man but you'll hear his groans and whines, the way his head rolls back is enough to know that he's enjoying you.

You could tie Mammon's hands and feet together in order to make him even more submissive and pliable. Of course it'll be gold, it makes him even more prettier for you. He loves feeling pretty for you.

You could tie him down and blindfolded him, taking control of his senses and heightening the feelings of dominance and submission. Lick his horns and he would come in a second, lick his nipples and he's moaning your name.

Use verbal commands to direct Mammon's movements during bed. He's so obedient for you, sometimes teasing you just to get a chuckle from you. Push and pull him into different positions, he likes being surprised especially blindfolded.

Touch and caress him, praise him by calling him a good boy. He's whimpering for you, he likes being touched and praised. Hold hands is a must every time you both feel like coming, you'll see him pouting after if you didn't.

When you kept praising Mammon while both their hips continued to move harshly, Mammon would likely feel an overwhelming mix of pleasure and embarassment. Enjoying the feeling of your praise and compliments. It would make him feel desired and valued, and boost his confidence and ego. On the other hand, he would feel embarrassed and shy about the fact that you kept calling him a "submissive puppy" and calling out his submissive behavior in bed.

Kissing and caressing Mammon while using your hands to hold Mammon's neck and face, forcing Mammon to look at you while you praise and encourage him.

" You're such a good boy, aren't you? Taking all these thrusts like a good boy that you are. " You grunted as your hands on his demon's inner thighs, forcing them to spread wide open. Watching Mammon's dick bounce as well as his thighs jiggle each thrust, "your.. Good boy" he mumbled along the way with his soft whines, trying to open his legs more to feel his Top. You above him chuckled, liking how obedient his submissive demon is. " You're such an obedient and compliant boy. " He replied back, one of your hand squeezing Mammon's tits. " Just keep following my commands and let me use your body however I like. " The demon moaned on your words, he loved hearing your voice. His hand goes on top of the yours which was on his tits, his eyes glistening as he pulls your hand to caress his cheek."Treasure.." he whined softly, hinting that he want you close which you did lean closer to kiss him. "c..cumming" he muffled between your lips, "come for me, baby" You ordered, moving your hand on his intertwined. Your hips moves drastically which made him cry out, his back arching before both of you released your essences. The demon wrapped his legs around your waist, not wanting you to pull out yet. "I want you inside longer.." he demanded, he likes feeling you inside. He can go hours or days even, you give him a peck kiss on the cheek as you listen to him.

Looking at him, he was drenched with sweat, saliva, and cum. His thighs were shaking a bit from how long they stretched for. You guys would be fighting over who's doing aftercare, he loves taking care of you and you being a gentleman would insist into taking care of him.

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

#Eun.writes #Eun.asks #what in hell is bad #whb #whb satan #whb mammon #what in hell is bad satan #what in hell is bad mammon #whb x reader #whb x male reader #what in hell is bad x reader #what in hell is bad x male reader

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holybibly · 3 months

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i know i’ve seen one like this out there but like sports players ateez… just holy 🙃

like can you imagine what it’d be like to be a cheerleader (literally) and then finding out they’ve been perving over you in your uniform and they decide that they have to have you and slowly one by one they add themselves into your little reverse harem … MM!

I LOVE harems, and I have no shame about it. I hate to have to make choices when I can have it all.

You just piss them off—literally everything about you, from that extra-short puffy skirt and that cute tight top to those damn pom-poms and those stupid ponytails with the pink ribbons on them. You're so cheeky and proud that you don't even look in their direction.

You don't admire them, and don't drool all over the floor. You don't put your wet knickers in their lockers or send them naked pictures. These facts literally scratch them from the inside out. The burning hatred eats away at their brains. Who do you think you are? They're a bloody star football team—titled, rich, and sexy. And you—you're just a pathetic bouncing girl, and they won't talk about how much they stare at your tits when you do jumping jacks.

This whole nonsense is Hongjoog's fault. It was his idea to drag you into the shower after the match, and Woosan evil accomplices just added fuel to the fire. But you gave them hell. You nearly ripped out Hongjoong's beautiful cat eyes, you kicked and bit them, making them look like they survived a fight with a wildcat.

God, all that fire in your little body set them off in such a way that from that moment on, well, nothing went as planned.

You were terribly annoying; that's what Yeosang told himself as he pinned you against the shelves in a corner of the library. He didn't like girls like that—so loud and so rude. That's what he told himself over and over again as he feverishly tore off your shirt and kissed everything he could get his hands on. He just wanted to get a taste of it. Just a taste. He said to himself pushing his fingers into your pussy.

All those little skirts and cute little bows-you're definitely an attention whore. You just begged to be fucked.

And Wooyoung was driven mad by the fact that it was never him who did it. All your smiles, all your sweet words, all your sultry looks - you gave them to everyone, but never to him. And it fucking irritated him. It annoyed him so much that one day he just grabbed you in class, bent you over the table and spanked your juicy, perfect bottom until it was red and covered in his handprints. Of course, he took your knickers with him.

You were such an arrogant, bloody teacher's pet, and God, Seonghwa just wanted to shut your smart mouth with his fat cock, which is pretty much what he did. It was amazing to see you kneeling as he fucked you in the mouth. He was holding your head in place as he slid his big cock over your tongue, pushing it deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of your throat and you were choking on it. God, it was exactly what he'd had in his mind all the time. And he wanted more of it.

Mean, aren't you? You're so damn mean that everything about you sets Jongho's cold, collected temper on fire.

Bad girls have to be punished. They're taught to obey by having their cute skirts pulled up and their slutty wet cunt spanked until they learn to behave. And he teaches you that lesson by pinning you to the dressing room bench with one hand while he mercilessly spanks your pussy with the other. He will do this until you're squeal and squirm, begging him to stop, or do you just want more?

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby. You are going to beg for my cock until you start to sob. You know how to beg, don't you, or is that mouth just for cock sucking? If so, you can put that pretty tongue around mine immediately. Mingi used to love to tease you by whispering the dirtiest and most horrible things in your ear during the lessons. You used to blush so beautifully, and he couldn't help but wonder if your pussy was as beautifully pink as your chubby cheeks.

San didn't love you. Absolutely not. And he told himself that over and over again, as his tongue slowly fucked your sweet cunt and his strong hands held your hips in a dead grip. He was angry, not at all jealous that you were paying attention to some dickhead guy. And he just needed a bit of relaxation before he broke the bastard's jaw, and you were just about perfect for the release. It's not jealousy, San assured himself. His mouth pressed greedily against your damn tasty pussy. Not jealousy at all.

You were so tiny, so fragile. And Yunho just wanted to destroy you. And your bloody temper didn't help. You looked so beautiful as he stretched you with his fingers. You had orgasm after orgasm, so many that the stimulation was painful. Your juices were all over the place, you were squrting so hard that your whole body was shaking from the overwhelming power of the orgasm. Your thighs shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back in your head. But that was just training before he fucked you hard, dumb and drooling. And as captain of the cheerleading squad, you knew very well that the only way to get the perfect result was to practice endlessly.

You were on his mind all the time. He thought about you all the time, and it was driving him crazy. Why don't you look at him? Why aren't you crawling at his feet, where your place is? When you could be sucking his dick or moaning his name, why do you spend all your fucking time talking and being rude? Hongjoong couldn't stop asking himself the same questions. You had wrapped him around your finger faster than he was able to comprehend and you had him in a choke hold. He hated you with the same passion as he wanted to fuck you. And God, he was going to do it. Left alone after his next win, he couldn't control himself and as a result you're on all fours with his dick deep inside you. He fucked you mercilessly and hard. Every thrust of his hips was filled with hatred for the stupid feeling of love he felt for you. You were like a drug to him. Hongjoong never wanted to stop experiencing this ecstasy.

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dolldefiler · 5 days

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**WARNING, INCOHERENT SLEEP DEPRIVED RAMBLE INCOMING**

I've decided the first time I'm going to fuck is when I'm surrounded by my harem of women (wip) and my harem manager** calculating the optimal number of thrusts per women.

Or to those AI sex dolls with personality and whatnot in 20 years. It'd be pretty cool, I think. Like at that point, I reckon AI would pass the Turing test, and we could make advancements in bio-inspired tech to emulate human bodily functions. What would be the difference really? I'm sure you've heard of sites like Character AI etc, right? What's the difference between them and sexting an actual human? Except the fact that the AI isn't advanced enough to maintain an actual conversation and it doesn't respond in the way a human would. You could also argue there's no sense of feeling or a developing bond between the two... but what if there was in the future? What if we brought that to a physical body?

Eh, a harem could be hotter. Speaking of, I'm convinced that there's an ideal harem composition, right? Like you've gotta balance the group dynamics in such a crazy way. You can't have too many girls that want to be right at the bottom of the pack or no one's going to be at the top. If everyone enjoys sadistically bullying all the other girls, it'd be a nightmare, and so on. Potentially if everyone was an entirely wholesome, middle of the pack sort of woman, you could make it work easily HOWEVER, I think it'd be a struggle to find a wholesome, relatively vanilla woman that wants to be in a harem. Harem consultants should be a thing.

Right. I'm going to take a nap again. Hope you're all looking after yourselves and eating well and err sleeping enough? Okay byeeeee.

**job apps open when I get my harem, minimal pay, no holidays, long hours, good work experience

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ebonyslasher · 6 months

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Sorry if this is to specific

But can you do a thick user with demon slayer men? And when I say thick i mean like a pear body shape wide lower body parts and stretch marks I just don’t see a lot of writers do this body type

It's not too specific at all! Honestly, you could even give more detail than that and it'd still be okay. I chose the guys, since you didn't include which specific men you wanted.

Pear-Shaped Thick!Reader with Demon Slayer men:

Tengen Uzui

"What a flashy figure...!"

Tengen is enchanted by your looks. Your hair, skin, and fashion were so distinctive from the area. He was bored with the Meiji era standard of beauty. How were you going to be flashy if you looked standard?! He finally found another person that would understand his plight.

As expected, he's quite vocal with his appreciation. How could he NOT be? You were cool and extra fine; someone worthy to be apart of his harem.

"Y/N, you're just as stylish as ever!"

"Whoa! Be careful throwing that flashy figure around, you might just make people faint!"

The people he's referring to is his wives. They are also avid fans of you. What? You thought he would faint? And miss looking at that awesome body of yours?

He certainly did not want to miss seeing your smooth skin, enriched with lovingly patterned strikes that covered your cute hanging stomach, ass, and thighs. He bit his lips at the thought of touching your soft body. Cuddling with you would be heaven on earth. You were beautiful and beginning to be a wonderful possible addition to his marriage.

Giyuu Tomioka

Characteristically, your shape is not the first attribute Giyuu noticed. He paid more attention to your face and how you acted during your introduction. Once his attraction to you becomes more apparent over time, that's when he pays attention to your body.

He's overwhelmed. How could he handle all that? He isn't a confident man. The only time his confidence shows is in his fighting and training, slightly. Not in romance, much less sexual interactions. He employs a secret style training...calls it Sex Breathing. It targets his arms, hips, and legs in order to handle your bottom heavy size.

One time, he accidentally watched you when you were changing. It was a small moment before he forcefully turned his head away. But Tomioka did not miss that you had stretch marks adorning your thick thighs. Giyuu became addicted to the memory, wishing he could have had the audacity to watch you fully undress.

Your figure could not be hidden by your clothing, much to his combined glee and chagrin. He loved that he could see it, but hated that others could enjoy your lovely figure too.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei, respectable and pious as he is, privately succumbs to his dirty thoughts after you both start dating. He'd felt your bottom heavy figure against his body after the first hug. The feeling of that soft stomach and thick thighs stuck in his memory. The hulking young man begins to pray.

"Kami, as these straying thoughts plague my mind, i must ask that the gods keep me afloat. But, I must thank them! Only they could construct a being such as Y/N! I will not ignore this obvious blessing to my life!"

Gyomei will not make it known of his thoughts on your figure, keeping his comments to himself. He makes the effort to not make you uncomfortable, not wanting to scare you off. Once you let him know that it's okay, he is more free with his thoughts.

He strongly desires to hold you daily, his hands ache to travel down your pear-shaped figure in glee. You felt so soft. Gyomei wanted to cuddle to feel his hard muscles against your supple form. It's always a blessing when he's able to. Each time is more magical than the last.

Gyomei, selfishly, makes you describe your stretch marks to him. As poetic as possible, to paint the perfect picture in his head.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It was rough journey getting past Sanemi's tough exterior. Many times you wanted to give up on your odd pursuit of this mean ass hashira. But, it was obvious his act protected himself and others, albeit extremely harsh. You knew something sweet lied past that facade.

And your intuition was correct. After you broke him down with your endless flirting, he started to bite back. In his own special way, of course. It starts with:

"I'm not staring!"

"Just cause you're shaped like that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."

"Sometimes looking at you calms me down...but excites me in a different way.."

Sanemi felt drunk whenever he was with you. The sight of you makes his heart race. Your pear shaped figure was something he could not ignore. Trust and believe, he has tried many times. It was as if your body called out to him, instructing him to look. Much to his embarrassment, it did not take long for him to relent to the voice and stare. He was always in a different plane of existence when you came into the room. It annoyed him to no end.

Sanemi was speechless when he first laid eyes upon your unclothed form. His eyes gravitated up and down the electric marks that blessed your appearance. You had never seen him so affected.

#demon slayer #black reader #tengen uzui #giyuu tomioka #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #tengen x reader #giyuu x reader #gyomei x reader #sanemi x reader

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crossovermadness06 · 11 months

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Imagine you work for the Justice League, but not as a hero, as their "Servant".

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Gn!Reader. Pretty much the whole Justice Leauge x Y/N but 99% of it is platonic.

I could write a thing tho, where Y/N pretty much has their own harem but with time.

Also, completely SFW, I know the title sounds suggestive lmao.

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☆ Servant is such a harsh way of calling your position, but you'd prefer it over "Maid" or "Jaintor" any day.

☆ How'd you be hired? You'd probably get the opportunity from a friend of yours, who you know is a hero.

☆ For pure simplicity, let's say you know Clark is the S-Man. He notices you're looking for a job outside of the daily planet, and confidentiality, the Leauge is looking to hire some clean-up crew.

☆ You get the job pretty much instantly. You had no family, few friends, so the qualifications for the job were simple. To keep you protected, you'd have to live within any place the JL works at, minus the Hall of Justice. Way too public.

☆ You'd essentially go missing for days on end, and no one would notice. Those days would be used cleaning, organizing top to bottom. This was a lot of work, especially for places like the Watchtower, Titans Tower, basically all the "Towers".

☆ You'd also be made to fetch coffee, donuts, or, maybe, print out documents if needed. Sometimes, you'd get "special missions," like hiding a flashdrive at under your pillow until the Leauge needs it back.

☆ The job was tiring and endless work. But for the paycheck Batman gave you weekly? You were surprised they weren't making you do triple the amount of work.

☆ The hardest part was keeping your composure at the start of the job.

☆ Before your life was filled with coffee stains and printed reports. But now you were seeing world-famous heros on the daily, visiting places never before seen, hell you went to space!

☆ Now you realize though.

☆ It's still a life of coffee stains and printed reports.

☆ Only now, the coffee is for any overworked Bat, and the reports are full of people the FBI is too scared to add on their wanted list.

☆ You're so used to the heroes around you, you've started treating them like any other co-worker you did back at the DP.

☆ They enjoyed the change, though. They seem to prefer it over your fan-behavior your first weeks there.

☆ The highlights of your work week mostly consist of cleaning over at the Watch Tower, walking any pets some Superheros may have, helping younger heros with their homework, and getting your two hour long break.

☆ You've also gotten close with the Superheros around you. Clark was always a friend of yours, but you also seem to get along well with the Flash, who asks you to just call him Barry.

☆ You also got along extremely well with Wonder Woman and Aquaman, expressing great intrests in their origin and cultures. Hawkgirl added herself to the conversation most of the time, which you never did mind.

☆ This isn't even beginning to mention how much sidekicks and younger League members absolutely enjoy your presence. Who knew Batman and Supeman had young sons? And who knew they would've liked you so much? You're like, their favorite person now!

☆ At first, you thought that despite all the friendships, you were still just an employee, replaceable and exchangeable.

☆ Sometimes you'd get their orders wrong. Sometimes you'd accidentally print too many copies, or forget to clean a spot, or fold a certain way, or wash with a specific detergent.

☆ Each time you messed up, you knew it was only a matter of time before they fired you. Replaced you.

☆ But one day, when you were taken by Scarecrow by pure coincidence while you were walking through Gotham, they soothed your fears.

☆ Scarecrow had no idea who you were and placed you in a cage with other victims. He had some evil plan that you were honestly too horrified to even listen to, but you were positive it had to do with some fear-inducing chemicals. It always is.

☆ He never got the chance to, though. As it only took mere minutes for the Bat to barge in with an unnecessary amount of backup.

☆ The way Black Canary instantly was checking each part of your body for injuries had you feeling special. And the way other heroes crowded around you, each offering something to you.

☆ Wonder Woman had a blanket for you. The lanterns gave you water, and snacks. Both Kid and Regular Flash offered up heating pads and their super speed for some sort of massage.

☆ The way none of the other victims in the room got spoiled like this made you flustered. They all had their own places to protect. Why all cometo Gotham for you?

☆ They all like you way more than they'll ever let on. You're family now. You're a part of their schedules, a part they can't afford to change. Not now. Not ever.

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sky-high-standards · 14 days

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Yandere!!Fairytale characters Dark reverse Harem x reader Part 2

Ik I've been neglecting a part to for so long but here it is.

part one here

You fell into the ocean and all you could hear was a voice it was so beautiful and so sweet and..obsessive?

you woke up on a very familiar shore and sat up only to be tackled down by a big gray sheep dog who seemed very happy to see you and due to almost drowning you were extra confused.

???: Maxine? where are you girl

Then a man with dark hair and Caribbean blue eyes spotted you and the dog. Maxine? why does that sound so familiar?

??: Oh sry about Maine ma'-Y/n?

You had no idea how this man knew you but then you remembered.

Y/n: Eric?

He then beamed and hugged you it was eric another one of your childhood friends you two always played by the beach with Maxine and Eric would always say how when he became king you had to be his queen.

flashback

A much younger eric and you playing by the shore making sand castles while Maxine lied in the sun.

Eric: Y/n, Y/n look at my sandcastle!!

Y/n: Oh its so cool.

Eric: cool? It doesn't look cold y/n.

You shook your head.

Y/n: nevermind

Eric then smiled at you and laughed

Eric: Y/n you're very strange y/n when I'm big I'm going to be a king and you're gonna be my queen okay.

Y/n: No I wanna be in charge and you're the strange one.

You huffed and eric then pouted.

Eric: No Y/n you have to be my queen if you're my queen I'll tell the servants to make the moats full of chocolate.

he smirked when he saw your eyes light up.

Y/n: Oh okay I'll be your queen!

Eric: pinky swear?

he said sticking out his pinky finger.

Yn: Pinky swear.

and the moment you interlocked pinkies a promise that eric would never forget was made.

present

As Eric helped you up he brought you back to the palace but you couldn't help but wonder who saved you but little did you know you're savior carefully watched the two of you from under the water

Under the sea

???: Floundra she came back...she finally came back.

A voice excitedly said.

???: I knew she'd come back to me she must love me why else would she fall into the ocean she was practically telling me to save her an act of love!! that's so cute of her.

the voice said in a lovesick and happy way his sea blue eyes practically had hearts in them just thinking of you with a blush as red as his hair dusting his cheeks. but he then snarled.

???: But that repulsive man just had to come too trying to steal her from me I cant have that now.

Floundra his best friend looked at him concerned and worried not just for him but for you too ever since he was a sea wee he'd watch you and Eric play together longing to be a part of your world but this longing soon became a lovesick obsession she'd seen the way he'd look at you blinded by love and delusion she knew he'd go through any length to be with you but after you suddenly disappeared he was devastated and the obsession died down which Floundra was relieved about because she knew if you stayed there longer he would've done something horrendous to have you.

But the moment he saw you again helpless and almost drowning he was euphoric he'd never been so close to you, you finally came back to him he wanted to drag you down to the bottom of the ocean and keep you but unfortunately human lungs aren't for the water so he pulled you to the shore and saved you while happily singing to you and caressing your body the sunset made your skin glow and his emerald green tail shimmer in the light he wanted to stay there forever but he had to come and that mangey mut too so he went back into the ocean and watched from afar with jealous eyes watching Eric help you up.

Floundra: Arien are you okay

He just stayed silent watching Eric take you away the look on his face was blank which was strange for someone as go lucky and puppylike as Arien but it was the kind of cold stare that would run a chill down your spine.

Arien: If I don't act soon she'll be gone forever. I need to get rid of that human Floundra.

In the palace

You got washed up and brought into the old room you used to stay in pacing around wondering how to pass this story and just on time a purple light flashed and your fairy godmother came.

Godmother: I'm glad you made it my dear.

You sighed a sigh of relief happy to see her.

Y/n: Whats my task for this story Godmother?

Godmother: Well my dear you have to keep Eric alive.

At that your heart drops.

Y/n: w-whats going to kill him.

Godmother: That can't be revealed yet my dear...

She smiles gently then continues

Godmother: Keep him away from the sea at all times my dear.

And in a poof of purple light she was gone you groaned the fell onto the bed pondering what danger awaits Eric and when you'd be sent to the next story.

Eric's pov

She came back Maxine she finally came back I knew she'd never break her promise he said looking at his pinky dreamily and she came just in time for me to be crowned king I always knew she was destined to be my queen

He said as Maxine sat Infront of him wagging her tail.

Under the sea

Floundra: Eric don't do this this is a bad idea.

She desperately said swimming by Arien who then gave her a cold and furious look.

Arien: Quiet Floundra

He then swam to the entrance of the sea warlocks cave Ursule Arien swam in determined and motivated and then he saw Ursule sitting there staring right at him with his signature persuasive yet sinister smirk.

Ursule: I year you've been having trouble with you're love life my dear.

Arien: I want you to turn me into a human.

Ursule: oh~ that eager are we?

Ursule laughed and made his way to his spells before he turned to Arien and smirked.

Ursule: you do know you have to pay a price for my help.

Arien: I'll do anything to have her.

He said in a determent voice to which ursule looked intrigued by and checked his spells where your face appeared looking into the ocean.

Ursule: Oh she is quite a catch very beautiful you have a taste for gorgeous things I see.

Arien glared at his comment.

Arien: what price do I have to pay.

Ursule: Well Angelfish you will need a human heart if you want to win hers I'll make you human for Three days but by the third sunset you'll need a human heart and her love.

Arien: She already loves me.

Ursule: Sure she does Angelfish~Ooh and one more little thing, I need your voice.

Arien looked at him irritated and furious.

Arien: How will I tell her I love her without my voice.

Ursule: If she loves you as you say it'll be child's play to show her your love so sign the contract my boy.

A magic contract appeared in front of Arien with a pen to which Arien eagerly signed then suddenly he was human and Floundra quickly helped him to the surface.

Back in your room

You sat on the bed looking out the window staring at the ocean when a figure in an old ships sail stumbled across the beach.

You were intrigued and climbed through your balcony to see who it was as you drew closer you were seen and the figure attempted to run towards you only to fall as if unable to use his legs.

You quickly went to help him.

Y/n: I'm sir ate you alright.

The strange man suddenly leaped onto you nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you pushed his face away you got a better look at him he had the most beautiful sea green eyes and soft looking scarlett red hair he was undoubtedly handsome even dressed in an old sail.

As you pushed the clingy man off Eric came along with Maxine

Eric: Y/n!! Y/n where have you gone...oh there you ar-

Eric stopped mid sentence when he saw the man on top of you glaring at him to which Eric immediately tried to separate you two while Maxine growled at the man.

Eric: What do you think you're doing with her?

Eric coldly spat out and the man who was visibly irritated opened his mouth to speak but the closed it scoffing.

Y/n: Eric it's okay he didn't do anything wrong.

You say then turn to the strange man.

Y/n: what's you're name?

You said it do sweetly hid heart melted you were finally here looking at him with those beautiful e/c eyes that were only supposed to look at him.

He opened his mouth to speak but the clutched his thought gesturing that he couldn't speak.

Y/n: oh you can't speak you poor thing Eric we have to help him.

Eric was visibly against this but wouldn't dare upset you so he simply nodded grumbling under his breath and he could've sworn he saw the man smirk.

You three then go to the palace with new company and he soon got dressed cleaned and was seated at dinner.

Y/n: Sir did you have an accident? Is that why you can't speak?

He slowly nodded.

Y/n: Are you okay with me calling you Red until we find your name?

He eagerly nodded and stared into your eyes giving you the most adorable smile but you could sense something was wrong about it...

Okay I accidentally posted this y'all tell me what your suggestions are and tell me if I should continue love you my lovely single pringles.

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stillxnunpxidintern · 6 months

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So the past few days I've been wanting some OP Werewolf and there not many on A03, so that got me thinking what I would want.

I keep thinking either Poly with Ace and Marco or Shank and Beckman, or have a Reverse Harem, (I like older men in op, and then there Ace).

Ace is a black wolf, Marco is a light tan wolf, Beck is a grey wolf and Shanks is a red-brown wolf. They are able to shift when they like but will always shift on the full moon.

Cuddling up with one, 2 or 3 of them or all them would be so good, human or wolf form. If your feeling cold you can snuggle up against just one of them, own personal heating, and feel nice and warm. Could end up in at the bottom puppy pile, with grown wolves "laying" on top of you.

Them scenting you when every you go out or come back, if they're not come with you, making sure people(other creatures) know that you belong them.

With the Whitebeard &/or Red Force pack, constantly teasing you all if you're around, cause of how they act around you. Marco and Beck are less likely to get fluster by you, but when it does happen it adorable. Ace and Shanks are normally making fools of themselves, which makes Marco and Beck wondering their own sanity sometimes.

They're all super protective, as they growl and crowd around you, intimidating anyone who is trying to harasses you or trying to hurt to you.

Each of them having a preferred spot on you, for their claim marks are.

Ace's claim mark is on the shoulder/neck, Marco has his on the side of the chest or waist, Shanks put his on the wrist and Beck place his on the inner thigh. When they kiss/lick their own marks it sends shivers down the spine and makes you feel safe/loved/flustered.

They go slightly feral when they see you wearing any of their clothes, being covered in their scent and then you have to fend them off, so they don't drag you away from prying eyes and you end up with marks and bruises that they love to leave on you, as well as making you sore and walk slightly with a limp, so they can just carry you everywhere.

On the full moon you will sit outside wrapped up in a blanket and drink in hand, cause they always want to see you at least once on full moon night before running off to run with their packs or they howl till you come out.

Some of the spicy thoughts are, of them pining you down and dominating you, ass in the air presented to them. Their stamina is insane and can go for many rounds unlike you, who generally ends up just letting do that they want, as you end up as bubbling mess by the end and tied together with one for a few minutes before being released.

The aftercare and cuddles are amazing.

#One piece #Red hair Shanks #portgas d ace #marco the phoenix #benn beckman #Reader #portgas d ace x reader #Marco the phoenix x Reader #Shanks x reader #benn beckman x reader #Ace x Reader x Marco #Shanks x Reader x Beckman #Ace x Reader #Marco x Reader #Werewolf au

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Snezhnayan Royalty

Being the prince of Snezhnaya has it's perks

FTM!Characters x Top!Prince!Male Reader

Request

Characters: Ajax (he/him), Aether (he/they), Scaramouche (he/it)

General Warnings: Harem, Dom/Sub kinda?

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As the prince of Snezhnaya, you have the privilege of being able to have pretty much whoever you want, even if they're not under Snezhnayan rule.

It wasn't hard to pick your new lovers.

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Ajax was more than willing to give himself to you, you're the son of the Tsaritsa for Celestia's sake, he'd do anything for her even if that meant being one of your partners. When you asked him, he said yes without hesitation, you're his prince and he has to serve you in any way possible.

Warnings: Oral Sex

"How are you my prince?" Ajax bows deeply, entering your room as per your request. You were sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting patiently for him to come.

"Better now that you're here." You beckon for him to come to you. He kneels in between your legs, looking up at you and waiting for your next command. Although he already knows what it is.

"Go ahead." You nod. He pulls your pants down and takes your already hard cock out. He licks up your length, pleasing you with extreme diligence. He's gotten better at sucking you off, making sure to not bite or drag his teeth along your shaft and making good use of his tongue.

"That's a good boy..fuck.." You groan, ruffling his hair. He's happy to hear that you're enjoying yourself and it encourages him to do even better. He moves his head further down, tears forming as he deepthroats you. His hand moves down to his underwear, fingering himself as he continues taking your cock.

"Gonna come.." You warn. Ajax keeps sucking you off, getting ready to swallow your spend. You groan, bucking your hips up into him as your load enters his throat. He keeps his mouth on your dick, making sure he swallows everything before moving away. You pet him. "Good job, you did well."

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Aether was extremely reluctant at first, confused as to why you'd want an outsider to be your lover. You and your servants treated him well, making sure he was always healthy. He eventually came to like you, looking forward to when you'd call them to your room and have your way with them.

Warnings: Fingering

Aether walks into your bedroom, smiling and bowing his head. You were sitting comfortably in bed, reading a book imported from Inazuma. "Aether," You put your book on the side table. "Come, sit next to me."

Aether climbs onto your bed, doing as you ask. You move on top of him, kissing him gently as you move your hand into his pants, slipping into his underwear and fingering their already wet pussy. Aether moans into your mouth, squirming as you scissor their insides. Your palm brushes against their bottom growth, bringing them closer and closer to an orgasm. You part from the kiss, allowing Aether to catch their breath.

"M' gonna come~" Aether moans, his pussy squeezing around your fingers. When he calms down, you pull your fingers out and suck up his slick, making Aether turn red in embarrassment.

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Scaramouche became your lover as a punishment for stealing the gnosis. The Tsartisa laughed in his face when Tartaglia brought him back to Snezhnaya. It was foolish of Scaramouche to think that it'd get away with stealing the gnosis. You were there when everything happened and decided to chime in. You told your mother that you wanted to have him and she easily gave him to you, despite Scara's protests. Scaramouche knew it didn't have a choice so it begrudgingly let you do whatever you wanted to.

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Fingering

Scaramouche was lying down on your bed, his bottom half completely naked and your head in between his spread legs. It covered it's face in embarrassment, allowing you to bury your head in his pussy and fuck him with your tongue. You lick his sensitive clit, making it gasp sharply and arch it's back. It's like a spark of electricity ran through it's whole body. Scaramouche moans as you add a finger, it slips in his wet cunt with ease. You put in another, going knuckles deep while your tongue continues working his pussy.

Scaramouche mewls, embarrassed by the noises it's making. "Cl- close~" It whimpers, voice pitched higher than normal. You smirk, continuing your assault on his pussy even as he comes. You lick up everything before finally stopping. Scaramouche looks at you, red in the face and sweaty.

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Scaramouche and Ajax are always fighting for your undivided attention. Aether is fine with sharing and is okay with threesomes, the other two...not so much. Even during sex the two of them are trying to get you to pay more attention to them. Since Aether's always so good, you give them more attention than Ajax and Scara, making their jealousy shoot through the roof. The four of you figure it all out eventually.

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thatbanditqueen · 11 months

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Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh, so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.” If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis smiled and looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.”

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance, then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder - shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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hellllllo I am back yet again with another request because that was toooooooooooo good Do you mind doing a smut story about Ukimama and his harem? I feel like it would be fun to read lmao

Totally ok if you don’t feel like taking it up tho 💜 love your work 💜💜💜

Authors note: I got you bruv finally getting to this days later bc I forgot how to write a plot Summary: Uki and his beloved harem decide to hang out at the bar. However, Shoto gets jealous of Fufu-chan because he keeps hogging all of Uki-mama's attention that bitch Contains: tipsy guys flirting, suggestive content, alcohol, is a story that contains some sexual content 🔞 kinda short bc wtf am I doing again Pairing: Top!Uki Violeta x Bottom!Shoto (since I did Psyborg last time and also I want an excuse to make ukimama a top) Minors dni or dont idgaf

Uki laughs, a melodious sound as he props his chin on his hand. Club music plays in the background and chatter is all around them. His eyes sparkle playfully. "Oh? Fufu-chan, you're too cute."

"That may be so, but you're much cuter, Ukiki," Fulgar replies smoothly, a finger tracing the rim of his shot glass. The three sit at the bar, the bartenders whirling around and mixing drinks with ease.

"I feel like I'm third wheeling," Shoto laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

"You are," Fulgar practically chirps, winking at Shoto.

"Don't be a bitch," Uki reprimands gently, slapping Fulgar's arm affectionately. "I enjoy being with you both equally."

"yeah, jackass," Shoto retorts. The two males stop punching each other's arm, honestly just being men and it makes Uki laugh. It was cute how the two of them fight for Uki's attention every time they hang out. He watches them with a smile on his lips.

"Let's settle this. I bet Uki likes being with me more!" Fulgar takes Uki's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. Uki, surprised, lets him. "Let's dance, Ukiki!"

"Dance?" Uki echoes, a bit nervous. "I guess I can drop it down low but-"

Fulgar pulls Uki close, an arm wrapped around Uki's waist. "Oh, I bet you can."

"Hey!" Shoto calls as Fulgar guides the Psychic to the dance floor. The demon slayer grumbles, "This cocksucker." He swigs another drink, slams it down on the table and pushes past the dancing masses to follow them.

Fulgar is dancing like an absolute lunatic and even doing the Robot. Uki relaxes with a giggle, going with the flow of the upbeat music. He looks up at Fulgar who gazes down at him with soft eyes with his shit-eating grin.

It seemed like the world zoomed in on just these two, the Psychic and the Cyborg.

That is, until the Demon Slayer entered the picture.

A hand catches Uki's wrist and drags him elsewhere. Uki glances to see who it, about ready to bitch slap the person who thought I was a good idea to interrupt. He paused, realizing it was Shoto, brows furrowed and a slight pout to his lips.

'Oh?' Uki thinks, a smirk curling. 'Someone's jealous.'

Shoto drags him to a couch and plops down, tugging on Uki's sleeve. Uki obediently sits next to him, crossing his legs and turning to Shoto, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shoto mutters, refusing to look Uki in the eye. "I didn't want to be by myself."

"So you dragged me away from Fulgar?" Uki knew better, since he was a Psychic and all.

"He's not even that cool anyway," Shoto argues, finally looking at Uki. His facial expression screamed 'Jealousy!' Uki found it absolutely adorable, nodding at Shoto with a low 'mhm.' "Motherfucker thinks hes so much better! Smug asshole. I'm a way better-" He shuts himself up.

"You're a way better what?" Uki presses, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Nothing, nothing." He waves Uki away, avoiding his gaze yet again. His cheeks are flushed, Uki noticed. Was it from the alcohol? Or was it from something else?

"You bastard," an accented voice chuckles, separating the two as he sits himself right in the middle. "Stole my Ukiki away from me."

"He's not yours," Shoto counters, wagging a finger at him. "Hes mine."

"Oh my, two hot guys fighting over me. Must be a dream come true," Uki teases.

"It's because you're so beautiful Uki."

"Lay off the compliments, you stupid junk of metal."

"Go back to hunting demons because that's the only thing you're good at."

"Go back to being a fucking microwave."

They're obviously just messing with each other, albeit Uki noted the slight bite in each comment. If he didn't do anything, they'd probably be dancing with each other with a shard of broken glass at the other's throat.

With a exasperated sigh, Uki stands up, a hand on his cocked hip. "We didn't come here to bitch at each other. Let's get a couple more drinks to loosen up."

Shoto nods. "Yeah, you're right Uki."

"I'm always right. And as you are a part of my harem, you should obey what I say."

"Yes sir." Fulgar salutes goofily.

So the trio goes back to the bar, and the bartender welcomes with three small shot glasses. Each order a type of alcohol they desire and she quickly obliges, pouring at the speed of light before serving the next customer.

"Damn, being a bartender seems kind of crazy," Shoto observes, sipping. "So many customers at once."

"Yeah," Uki agrees, eyeing the lines of alcohol behind the bar. "Theres so many options, what if they screw up the order?"

"Serve it to another, perhaps," Fulgar replies. "It doesn't seem all that hard."

"Then why don't you help them out?" Shoto muses with a grin.

"Why don't you, dog boy?"

"I'll say this one more time: I am not a dog boy! Only sometimes."

"But you're my dog boy, aren't you Shoto?" Uki coos, a hand resting on Shoto's thigh. He twitches, a furious blush on his face.

"Only sometimes," Shoto repeats, refusing o admit it fully. What a tsundere. Such a brat to answer a simple question. Not a very good dog.

Uki cups Shoto's face, squishing his cheeks with a smile. "Come on, you can do better than that, handsome. Say it."

"Say you're a good puppy," Fulgar adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shoto flips him off.

"I'm a demon slayer! not a dog!"

"Stop being such a bitch and say it, or I'll put a leash on you right now," Uki threatens, a sly look on his face now.

Shoto glances between Uki and Fulgar, realizing there was no way of escaping this. He groans, embarrassed, because they want him to say this in a public area? They really wanted to humiliate him. For some odd reason, Uki ordering him to do something like that kind of turned him on, which he internally slapped himself for because what the fuck?

He mumbles, "'m your good puppy."

"What?" Fulgar raises his voice, a hand around his ear. "The music is too loud, you'll have to speak up!"

Asshole. He's too much like his LAM brother.

Shoto inhales and locks eyes with Uki. He yells, "I'm your good puppy!" And immediately regrets it. The people near them turn to see, giving strange looks. God, why does this happen to him? His cheeks are literally ablaze right now.

Uki swipes his thumb over Shoto's lip approvingly. "Good boy."

Holy. Shit.

Shoto jerks his face away, positioning himself so his back faced them as they cackled. He cross his legs and yanks down his shirt over the growing bulge in his jeans. If either of them saw, the demon slayer would probably never hear the end of it. Shoto got hard because the Psychic called him a good boy! Breaking news!

Shoto drains his glass before rising to his feet suddenly. Without turning, he rushes his words out, "imma go use the bathroom be right back-" And retreated to the mens' room. Where he could relieve himself because boy the friction from the jeans were not helping. And it wouldn't be so obvious once he... releases. Although when Shoto thought about it, on his way to the restroom, was even more humiliating. Hopefully no one would question? they shouldn't. He was mainly concerned about any of the other guys hearing what he was doing. Shoto would off himself if started hearing word going around about some guy jerking off in the bar's bathroom. And probably even get the manager in there. If the manager was a guy. Or if they even cared because a lot of things happen at bars. Crazy things.

Okay, Shoto just went on a whole ass tangent. Calm down. it isnt that serious.

Shoto maneuvers around some drunk men laying on the floor, probably recovering his guts before wobbling out the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of men in the bathroom. He figured since everyone was drinking, they'd either be pissing or throwing up. Shoto spied an empty stall and closed the door behind him.

Closing the toilet and avoiding looking in its contents, Shoto sat and sighed heavily. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He could feel the buzz underneath his skin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his erection literally straight up. Simple two words got him so worked up.

He wraps a hand around himself and lets out a small noise before biting his lip to silence himself. Sheesh, he was extra sensitive. Probably from the alcohol? The demon slayer could sense no one was left in the restroom at the moment, but he had to hurry.

Pumping his fist up and down his cock, he thought about Uki being the one jerking him off, whispering into his ear how well he was doing for him. That he was being such a good boy. Shoto's head leans back, eyelids fluttering as soft whimpers escape past his lips. His small "a-ah"s echoed throughout the bathroom. He was closing in on his release, going faster and just shamelessly moaning at this point. Shoto cums all over his hand and he pants, hand pausing at the base of his dick for a moment. He collects his breaths, wiping off the semen with a crappy piece of toilet paper, and zipping himself up.

Shoto flushes it down the toilet, regaining his composure and opening the stall door. However, he was not expecting to be shoved back in the stall and was about to punch whoever wanted a fight.

"U-Uki?" Shoto asked, shocked as the Psychic entered the stall with him. Uki locked the door behind them and approached Shoto with lustful eyes. "Hey, w-wait a second-"

"Now now, Shoto, were those pretty moans yours?" Uki purrs, tracing a finger down from Shoto's chest to his stomach. Shoto shivered without meaning to, and he felt the tips of his ears go red. "It sounded like you. I came in here to check up on you, but you were whimpering and moaning like a slut."

Shoto swallows. "I-I can explain-"

Uki smashes his lips with Shoto's. He palms the demon slayer's growing erection (again) and Shoto can't help but moan into the kiss. Unzipping the jeans, Uki pulls out Shoto's cock and starts rubbing the tip, pre-cum leaking out little by little.

"Already so hard for me, mm?" Uki murmurs after breaking the kiss to stare at Shoto's angry red tip. He traces a vein with his nail and Shoto whines in his throat. "Shh, be a good boy and let me make you feel good again, yeah?"

And here the Psychic was, overstimulating the poor man. Shoto had to hold onto Uki's shoulders to hold himself upright as he basically rutted himself into Uki's hand. Beautiful whimpers spilling out of him, Uki kisses down his neck, praising him for doing so great. Shoto came twice already, breathing hard and legs quivering.

"Such a brat," Uki tsks. "If you behave, I'll help you tonight. Is it a deal?"

"Yes," Shoto breathes with an obedient nod.

"Good boy. Let's clean you up, yeah?"

Fulgar watched the two walk towards him, a brow raised in question. "The hell took you two so long? Yall fucking in there or somethin'?"

Shoto awkwardly laughs, like oh yeah Uki totally didn't just play with me like I was his toy as Uki snorted.

"I wish. He just had to throw up a couple drinks," Uki answers smoothly.

"Lightweight," Fulgar chuckles.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Alright you two. Why don't we go back on the dance floor?" Uki suggests, seizing both their wrists and pulling them to the dance floor.

"As you wish, darling," Shoto and Fulgar say in unison. They side eye each other.

"Bitch boy."

"Cunt."

Uki rolls his eyes, a smile painted on his lips. He locks eyes with Shoto for a moment, and it turns into a smirk. Shoto looks elsewhere, face pink.

He was not surviving the night, was he?

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