#ace visconti x fem!reader

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His Soul to Keep: Killer!Demon!Ace Visconti x Fem!Survivor!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!Reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, daddy kink, sex tap, aphrodisiac use technically, begging, swearing, lots of pet names, fluff, because of course I'm gonna make the demon that's gonna fuck your brains out absolutely in love with you, killer!Ace AU thingy, brief mentions of religion, typical dead by daylight warnings of blood, murder, and death, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 12,837 words

A/N: Ding ding ding! Hello, are there any Ace lovers still around? Sorry to everyone that I teased about writing this only to post it months later. I wanted to take a little break and college is...well, college. But hey, better late than never, right? Also yes, this is random, but I just out of nowhere remembered this demon!Ace fanart I reblogged a long time ago and was like "yeah, that's pretty hot. I should write a fic about that," lol. So here it is! I hope someone out there enjoys this!

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The last thing you remember before arriving at the campfire was running. Yes, you were running from...something. What was it though, you don't know. A homeless person? A wild animal? A ghost? Well, whatever it was, it sent you darting straight into the woods surrounding the abandoned school you were exploring. Why did you run into the woods of all things, though? Why not your car?

You really wish you knew, especially since you were now within an inescapable realm of pain and death. You don't know at what point you stopped relying on your camera to help you since all of the video files that were on it have been corrupted.

It was going to be a nice video. A three year anniversary celebration since starting your urban exploration adventure. That school was the first abandoned place you visited which spiraled into your interesting hobby with the occasional paranormal investigation. You knew your interests were peculiar, but you liked looking at areas that had been once bustling with life and imagining the stories that could've taken place there.

Of course, you knew your little hobby had its dangers, but you were always smart with it. There were very few places you explored alone, and if you were flying solo, you would always tell someone where you were going and when you'd be back. You also never explored at night, yet knew how to sneak around to avoid getting caught and facing trouble with the law.

So why on God's green earth did you run into the woods instead of your car? Why did you run into the woods, where you knew you could easily get lost, especially since it got darker faster than it should've? Whatever. You were starting to get used to shit not making sense, now.

You have to admit though, it's kind of funny. If you weren't being chased by some monster or killer while doing the "trials," as your fellow survivors put it, you would like to just walk around the different environments you were thrown into. Eventually, you put your former urbex skills to use and found it easy to avoid getting killed or put on a hook...eh, nine times out of ten. As such, you could explore your new environments well and appreciate them like before. A chilly ski resort, a dusty old western town, and hell, even places that looked extraterrestrial or supernatural; you suppose after facing some of the monsters you have however, that these areas don't seem too out of the ordinary.

After getting so used to running around and repairing generators in unfamiliar places, you can imagine your shock when you found yourself in a building that you knew very very well.

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Your lips part and your legs are frozen on the spot as black smoke clears from your vision and the large structure comes into view. To your fellow survivors, the environment didn't matter; either sneak around and get generators done or get caught and killed. But to you, this place caused a flash of memories to flood your mind.

An old, abandoned casino shouldn't hold much significance to many unless it was a place where you made millions. To you however, you had explored this place so many times and had a lot of good memories here. Hell, this place even made you a believer in the supernatural-

A loud scream rips you from your memories and it hits you just how long you had been standing there like a sitting duck in the dingy parking lot. You curse under your breath and quickly run into the decrepit building. You sneak around as carefully as you can, being wary about some areas of the floor littered with debris and broken glass. This place no longer held the same warmth it did when you were back in the real world...or in your world, you mean? God, was this whole thing just confusing!

You slowly peak your head out from behind some dusty slot machines you were hiding behind. There was a generator next to you, but you didn't want to start working on the thing if whatever caused your teammate to scream was nearby. You cautiously reach for your camera and zoom into your surroundings. Honestly, you credit the thing for being the reason you survive these trials so much; it's easy to avoid the killer when you have night vision on your side.

At the sight of nothing, you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. You quietly make your way to the generator and start working on it. The lack of sound locks you into the task at hand and you can feel your confidence increase the longer you successfully repair the thing. You are so close to fixing it entirely until another loud, blood-curdling scream echoes off of the walls. Your hand jolts and rips at a wire causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your fingertips. If the shriek you let out wasn't loud, then the mechanical clanging noise from your blunder certainly was.

You quickly scramble upwards and scan your surroundings, frantically. Your eyes dart around to look for a place to do the one thing that popped into your mind at this moment.

Hide.

You continue to look everywhere, your head spinning with fear. Shit, there weren't lockers anywhere and you could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. Then, it hits you. Some of the casino tables have white cloths over them. You dive under the closest one and slam your hands over your mouth. You hold your breath, worried that it would be too loud and give away your position, especially as you can hear footsteps get closer and closer until they are right by your table.

You almost involuntarily whimper until you hear them move to the generator to investigate it. Whatever this person or thing may be, it lets out a dark chuckle that sounds...weirdly human but something's not right about it.

'A shapeshifter, maybe?' you wonder. Whatever, doesn't matter. You need to get far away from...it. A loud slamming noise makes you jump, but you realize that it gives you your chance. 'They're destroying the generator! I can make a break for it.'

You psych yourself up to sneak out from under the table as you lift up the cloth to crawl out but a gruesome sight halts you in your tracks and makes you gasp in horror. Lying right in front of you is one of your fellow survivors but it looks like whatever got to them was a vicious wild animal. You had found the remains of your fellow teammates before, but never were you ever so close to them.

They were completely torn open, with various organs strewn about, and the blood. Oh God, there was so much blood that you had managed to soak one of your palms in it. What does make you let out a soft cry however, is their dead, terrified eyes boring into you and their mouth still hanging open in a scream.

A scream you mimic as a clawed hand wraps around your ankle and rips you out from underneath the table.

In that moment of complete, primal terror, you screw your eyes shut and fight like hell to get free; something that you always did when you'd get caught during trials. You don't feel the creature loosen its grip on you until your flailing arm causes your bloodied palm to collide with some part of its body. Its face, maybe?

Nope, doesn't matter as you scramble away from them and climb to your feet to sprint away. You can lose them. You have to lose them. You dart into the back security hallways, knowing that there is a fire exit somewhere. Maybe the killer would think that you hid in one of the storage rooms or you could loop them around outside.

To the average person, these hallways would feel like a maze, but you knew them like the back of your hand. The feeling of fear and running for your life however, was helping you feel that kind of overwhelming anxiety. What you aren't prepared for is the suffocating hopelessness that ensnares you when you see that the fire exit is blocked off by a broken slot machine.

"No...," you breathe, disheartened. Tears begin to flow down your cheeks as you try in vain to push it out of the way, the word "no" continuing to escape you. You hated getting put on the hooks and you absolutely hated when a killer would "mori" you as the others called it. No shit, you and every other survivor, but you were still not used to it like they were. It still hurts so badly every time. A searing, tearing, and burning pain that reached into your very soul and remained there long after the trial itself.

And now, as you hear footsteps get closer and closer, you have to imagine what getting torn apart was going to feel like.

You bow your head and wait for the inevitable to come...but it never does. Instead, you hear the sound of a man speaking.

"Now, I don't remember that being there," he remarks.

Confused, you slowly turn around and feel surprised at what you see. The killer you were imagining did not match the one that stood before you. No, what was standing before you looked like an older man with slicked-back dark brown hair, beard, and mustache that had bits of grey sprinkled here and there. The things that tell you he isn't human though, are the large red horns on his head and matching tail that is casually swaying back and forth behind him, his black orbs for eyes that seem to light up when they land on your face, and his fingers which don't have nails but instead pointed and red at the ends. What really catches your eye though, is the garish, tiger-printed suit he is wearing.

Oh, you also notice the bloodied handprint on his right cheek. So you were right, you did strike his face.

"Holy shit, it really is you," he says with an amazed tilt of his head.

The statement is lost on you as it feels like your mind is short-circuiting. You really don't know what to think as you stare at him with eyes as wide as saucers. He clearly is a demon, sure, yet he still seems human somehow. He isn't extremely tall or muscular, but he's still taller than you and possesses great strength. After all, he gutted your teammate with his bare hands that are still stained crimson and he pulled you out from underneath that casino table like you weighed nothing. Then again, you have faced killers smaller than him who have thrown you over their shoulders with ease.

He quirks up a confused eyebrow at your dazed state and he raises a bloodied, clawed hand to your face and snaps his fingers.

"Helllllooooo, earth to Y/N," he teases as if you've known each other since forever. You get snapped out of your trance and whimper.

"How…how do you kn-know my name?” you squeak out, still confused as ever. Especially as you watch his face drop from your question but only for the briefest of moments.

“Oh, ya know...overheard the others talking about you. You’re pretty popular, huh?” he forces out, but you are too prepared to die to care at the oddness of his answer.

“L-look, just…p-please don’t kill me. Please,” you sniffle and beg, pathetically.

"Now what makes ya think I'd do that?" he asks, genuinely puzzled by your response.

"You...you killed the others...right?" you say, awkwardly. You've never had an actual conversation with one of the killers before. Then again, it's not like they ever gave you the option. Maybe this was a trick. His way of playing with his victims.

"Oh yeah, that," his nonchalant demeanor towards the whole thing only convinced you that this was a game of some kind. "Eh, it's complicated. Would love to sit and chat about it, kiddo, but I'm afraid I'm booked for the day."

He then adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket and rolls his shoulders as if getting ready for something. He then looks at the blocked-off fire exit and speaks once more.

"You're looking for a way out, right? Ya know, I think I saw something that would help you," he grins, causing you to see sharp fangs that peaked over his bottom lip.

"If you're gonna kill me, just do it," you sigh, frustrated. You really just want this to end. "I don't like being played with."

"Not playing with ya, kid. If I wanted to kill you, I would've by now," he explains, though it seems like he's almost...saddened by something? "See, it's all about the chase for me. That big rush of adrenaline leading to the big win. And hey, you led a good chase! But no, I don't wanna kill ya."

"Why?" what made you so special to him? You were just like the rest of your fellow survivors who were suddenly dragged into the fog. Just an average person going about your day one moment, and suddenly wound up in what you could only describe as hell the next.

Unfortunately, the demon before you doesn't give you a very satisfying answer. Odd, seeing that he took a while to decide what he wanted to say.

"Eh, what can I say? I guess I just like ya." he shrugs. At the sight of your unchanged expression, he sighs. "Look, I get it. You got no reason to trust me, but I'm really not gonna kill you. There's a hatch over by the roulette tables. I'll take ya there...and then we can go our separate ways. Deal?"

Seeing that continuing to argue was just going to keep you here forever, you finally decide to trust him. Either he was telling the truth and you would escape or he'd tear you apart like he did with the others. It really didn't matter to you, as long as you could finally end this.

The walk back to the actual casino part of the building was filled with awkward silence. You would keep glancing up at his face, tense and waiting for him to strike. You also remember the mark on his cheek and decide that extending a small olive branch may save you from death. Or at least a really painful one.

“Um…I’m sorry that I hit you,” you sheepishly apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. You aren't the first pretty gal that's smacked me in the face,” he says, once again nonchalant. “I will say you pack a mean hit, though. Almost felt my ears ringing there.”

At the sound of his playful tone, you let out a soft, nervous laugh before going back to walking in silence.

To your surprise, you find that the demon wasn't lying to you at all. There was the hatch, wide open and beckoning you to jump inside and head back to the campfire.

"Whelp kiddo, this looks like your stop," he gestures to the hatch as if he were modeling a new car you just won. Suddenly, he perks up and quickly reaches into his jacket. "Shit, I almost forgot...does this look familiar to you?"

He pulls out something you didn't even realize you were missing: your camera. You must've dropped it when you were struggling with him before. Your face lights up at the sight of it and without thinking, you walk up to the demon to take it from him. While it may seem like a silly thing to feel attached to, it was one of the few reminders you had on you of your life before winding up in the fog. Because of that, you treat the device like a safety blanket.

The demon decides to surprise you once more and just hands it back to you. No teasing, no threats, no tricks. You swear you can feel a small smile tug at the corners of your lips at that.

"Well then," he says with a clap of his hands. "This was fun and all, but I think it's time to get a move on, right?"

"Uh yeah...right," you mumble, before clearing your throat. "Hey...thanks."

"No problemo, kid. I'll be seeing you around," he shoots a finger gun at you before taking a step back. He really wants you to know that this isn't a trick and that he was allowing you to leave.

With that, you give him a little nod and jump down into the hatch. As you make your way back to the campfire, all you can think is one thing.

'Who was that guy?'

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As the hatch slams shut, Ace’s face drops and his tail that had been swaying rhythmically stops.

You don’t recognize him, though he shouldn’t be all too surprised. This was the first time you’ve actually seen him.

Also touch him but why did it have to be a hard slap. Once again though, he couldn’t blame you. I mean, it wasn’t like he made the best first impression after not seeing you in what felt like both years and mere minutes.

In his defense, he didn’t know it was you under that poker table; he didn’t think you were here, period. He was ready for another thrilling chase that didn’t involve cards or chips…only to see your terrified face. He thought letting you go and calling your name would snap you out of it, but the stinging in his cheek gave him his answer.

It felt like a curse. Here in the fog, he had his strength back, you could see, hear, and touch him…but you didn’t recognize him. And how could he remind you after you’ve seen the carnage he could do? Hell, even he was still surprised at how easy ripping through flesh was for him. You’ve forgiven him of some shit before, but this?

Forget it. Maybe you’d recognize him, or at least see that he didn’t mean you any harm and accept him. Of course that was also asking you to look past the fact that he needed to sacrifice or kill your fellow survivors during trials. That was a tall order, and Ace wonders if he is in fact that lucky.

‘Maybe,’ he thinks as he watches black smoke starting to circle around him. It was time for another trial.

‘Just maybe.’

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You ended up seeing that peculiar demon a handful of times after your first trial with him. Sometimes he'd stroll up after your teammates had been dealt with. Sometimes you'd bump into him at the beginning and he'd greet you before going to look for the others. No matter what though, the trial always ended with you leaving, unscathed.

You knew it was all very strange. I mean, sure, he let you go that one time and you thought he was just in a good mood, took pity on you, or something else entirely. But being let go every time? No other killer was this nice.

Once again you found yourself wondering what made you so special. You've never seen him before, you would've definitely remembered, yet he treated you like you were an old friend. You think you'd remember if you had a literal demon colleague. You did have a ghost friend before winding up in the fog but...well, he just wasn't here. He haunted the old casino but you didn't feel his presence anymore, not that you were good at sensing the paranormal.

But even with you being not so spiritually inclined, you would've known if you met a demon...right?

Well, you supposed that it didn't matter. You should honestly just be happy that there was one killer that wouldn't hurt you. Your big fear at the moment though, was the other survivors finding out. You got along well enough with some of them around the campfire, but you worried that everyone would think you were friends with the demon due to his liking towards you. I mean, how would you feel if someone who was supposed to be your teammate was affable with someone who would impale you on a hook or brutally kill you? How would you feel if they actually didn't mind the special treatment?

Hey, you were only human, and who doesn't like to feel a little bit special every once in a while?

You wondered how long that would last though. There was no way it would last forever. Eventually, he'd get bored of the charade and you'd become another body he'd rip apart or hook. Hell, maybe a new survivor would come along and catch his eye for some reason and you'd become old news. That's why you kept your mouth shut about it around the campfire when "The Demon" as you all called him, would pop up in conversation. You even laughed this one time when he was referred to as "that bastard in the ugly outfits." Even then, you really couldn't lie to yourself and say that you didn't like him.

And things were only going to get more and more complicated.

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"-Y/N, come on, let's go," a sharp voice barks and yanks you back to reality.

"Huh, what?" you ask, as you glance up at Nea who looks both annoyed but also a bit concerned at your dazed state. Out of all of the survivors, you and her got along really well. She found your urbex hobby interesting and it was nice to have someone who was on par with your agility; hell, if anything, you'd say she's better than you at sneaking around. She also didn't mind sitting down in front of your camera to tell stories of her rebellious escapades or even just make a goofy video with no substance whatsoever.

You never knew if any of the stories she would tell you were true, but you supposed it didn't matter. In a place like the fog, everyone needed a bit of entertainment and fun, so what harm did a bit of embellishment do?

"I said this generator is done. Now, let's go," she repeats, giving you a look that says 'what's up with you?'

"Oh shit, yeah," you stutter out and climb to your feet.

Another day, another trial, this time in the casino again. You both had completed a generator in the familiar security hallways and were sneaking around to look for another.

Slowly, you peer out from the door frame that leads back into the actual casino, your other hand reaching for your camera. You lift it and scan the area to see if the coast is clear. Just then, you catch the briefest of glimpses of a familiar, red tail disappearing around a corner and feel a smile threatening to break out on your lips.

"See anything?" Nea asks, watching your back so no one could sneak up on you two.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah. It-it's 'The Demon' this time," you respond, quickly putting your camera down and clearing your throat.

"Augh, that creep," Nea scoffs.

"There are worse killers to face," you say, trying not to sound too defensive. At the sight of her giving you an odd look, you quickly add on. "It looks like he's heading outside, someone may be trying to loop him. If we split up, we can fix the generator in the grotto and upstairs."

'...Yeah, okay," she finally agrees, deciding that trying to start an argument over something strange during a trial wasn't worth it. "Hope you don't mind leaping from a railing if you get caught, because I'm taking the grotto."

"Sounds good to me, but I'm taking your toolbox, then," you push, turning to look back at her. Nea scowls and mutters a small 'fine,' before handing it to you. She supposes it's fair since the little room you were going to was a dead end, so you'd need the extra aid. You give her a nod of appreciation and quickly make your way to the stairs, while Nea sneaks off to find her generator. It was good she chose the one that would allow her to escape since you didn't have to worry about your life.

The casino's second floor was smaller, with a railing allowing you to oversee the bottom. There was only a small bar, private game rooms, and bedrooms for activities that you didn't want to think about at the moment.

Eventually, you find the room you're looking for. It's empty except for a generator that needed repairing. While you make quick work of the thing thanks to your toolbox, you find your mind drifting again, just like before. As such, you don't hear the sound of familiar footsteps making their way to the room.

"Ah, here's where you ran off to," a male voice speaks, making you leap and almost electrocute yourself. You quickly turn your head to the doorframe and exhale a shaky breath. It was just your favorite demon. "You know you don't gotta fix these things when I'm around, right?"

"And you know the others wouldn't like me if I did that," you retort. "I still gotta do my part, even if you'll get me the hatch."

You then turn to continue fixing the generator, but can still feel his eyes on you while you work.

"You know if Nea comes up here to get me, she's not gonna be happy when she sees you," you say over your shoulder.

"That's the sneaky one, right? Your friend?" he asks, causing you to nod. "Gotcha. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. And hey, when she comes, just follow my lead."

"What do you mean?" you ask with a confused tilt of your head.

"I'll take some swipes at ya, miss, and you both can sneak out to the gate," he elaborates, motioning in the direction of the titular exit.

"That works," you nod, finishing up the final repairs on the generator. Once done, you stand and brush your hands off against your pants with a satisfied huff.

"Well, what do ya know, looks like we don't need to do my plan after all," he muses, before stepping aside so you can exit the room.

"Thank you," you smile, but before you exit, a thought enters your head. "Hey...can I ask you something?"

"Of course, kiddo," he grins and adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Well, it's just that...we've bumped into each other during a lot of trials now, and I was wondering if you have an actual name. I mean, around the campfire, we just call you 'The Demon,' so I was just curious," you explain, looking up into his black eyes.

You had wondered if asking for his name was the right move. I mean, you can't just ignore the fact that he is still a killer despite how nice he treats you; you can't ignore the fact that he sacrifices or kills the other survivors. You already don't want to consider him a friend because of that even though you do like him, and getting his name seemed like it would muddy that thought process. Then again, he did know your name, so it was only fair right?

"Aww, you guys talk about lil ol' me?" he grins and presses his hands to his chest, jokingly flattered.

"Heh, it's not good things, you know," you say with a shake of your head. You've learned that you can't help but smile at his playfulness though. "No one has good experiences with you like I do."

"Well, maybe if they sat down and talked to me, they'd be able to look past the whole...."

"'You killing them' thing," you finish.

"...Yeah, I see your point," the demon pouts in faux frustration, making you giggle. He then drops the act and continues. "I guess they just don't know me like you do."

"I don't know much about you, though. I mean, I literally just asked you for your name," you correct.

"Believe me, Y/N. You know me more than you think, even my name," he takes a step closer to you and elaborates when he sees you give him an odd look. "Do you remember when you first arrived here? Not here, but back in reality. You saw a piece of glass move and were scared, but you didn't run. You took out your camera to film it, but you asked if it was okay to record me."

You can feel the gears in your head turning at that. The memory replays in your head over and over again, before realizing where he was going with this.

'It can't be...,' you think, eyes widening.

"You came back the next day with this odd device," he carries on, feeling a hopeful smile grow on his face at your reaction. "You told me to speak into the thing and ask what my name was....You still remember it...don't you?"

"...Ace?" you breathe out in disbelief. You really can't believe it. All this time you thought you'd never see your ghost friend again, only to find out you've been running into him this whole time. You don't understand. It doesn't make any sense.

"Hey, Y/N," he says with a soft smile as if he was seeing you again for the first time.

You open your mouth to speak again, but stop when you hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

"Oh God, Nea!" you gasp and realize she's done with her generator. The gate was open.

"Alrighty looks like party time's over," Ace quickly darts into the room and practically pushes you out right in the nick of time. Nea rounds a corner and as soon as she spots you, grabs your hand and drags you to the stairs.

"Come on, Y/N, we got to get the hell out of here!" she whisper-screams at you. She notices the surprised look on your face but decides it's best to ask you about it when you two are back at the campfire.

Once in the dingy parking lot where the gate is, she flips the switch to open it, muttering obscenities for the thing to move faster. You meanwhile, continue to stare at the casino incredulously, your mind filled with so many different thoughts and emotions.

As soon as the gate is opened wide enough for the two of you to squeeze through, Nea pulls you behind her again and dashes straight to the campfire. You continue to look behind you, watching as the building you knew so well gets farther and farther away. Right as the gate is about to close, you spot a familiar silhouette standing at the entrance.

"Jesus, and here I thought we weren't gonna make it," your friend huffs and slows down, before turning to you. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were acting so weird during that."

"I don't know," you mumble. "I guess I was just too busy reminiscing."

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There's a rumor that some of the walking trails around the campfire can lead to the different environments where trials took place, and you want to see if that's true. Your free time was now spent exploring these different trails in order to make it back to the casino. You need to talk to that demon again because you honestly can't believe that he is Ace. But how did he know the details of your first meeting? Also, as you've thought about this before, you feel like you would've known if a demon was present. But then why didn't you sense what he was every time you met with him?

Well, that's what these expeditions of yours were for. You were going to talk to him one way or another, no matter how many trails you needed to walk down. You weren't going to just wait for another trial with him.

Every time you walk down a new trial, you think the same thought over and over in your head: How would you feel if he was telling the truth or lying? You tried to deny liking him, though you knew deep in your heart it wasn't true. If he was lying to you and tricking you, you honestly wonder if you want anything to do with him after that. Sure, it would make things easier if you hated him and he finally stopped giving you special treatment, but you know that would hurt you; not just physically from being put on a hook or gutted, but emotionally too.

'But if he is telling the truth. If he really is Ace...,' you ponder. Well, that would complicate everything. You had a deep connection with your specter the moment you befriended him. Your relationship with him went beyond the physical, making it weirdly stronger than what you had with your human friends. 'He hurts the others during trials though....'

Well, surely he must have a reason right? Augh, why are you making excuses for him? He's a demon, it's not like they're known for compassion and kindness. But why was he so nice to you? Even now, when he could easily tear your flesh from your bones, he continues to treat you as a friend.

You don't know how many trails you've gone down before you finally arrive at the casino again. It feels so surreal seeing it outside of a trial; it feels like a normal place, now.

As you trek across cracked concrete to the front entrance, you realize that he might not even be here. He could be doing a trial or maybe exploring somewhere else. After all, if you could get here fine, why would he be any different? Well then, you'd just wait for him and if you were called to a trial, then you'd come back later.

As you open one of the doors, you open your mouth to call out to him but stop. If he didn't have the name that meant so much to you, then you weren't going to call him that. You continue walking around, looking between slot machines and glancing at tables until you find who you're looking for.

There he is, sitting at one of the casino tables, the white cloth that covered it lying carelessly on the floor. Due to the cloth's protection from the sun, dust, and debris, the green was still as vibrant and bright as it must've been before the place closed down. Due to him being so enthralled in a card game he's playing, he doesn't notice you until you're right at the table with him, making him jump.

"Woah!" he yells, before quickly clearing his throat and smiling up at you. "I mean um-hey."

"I just need more proof," you begin, not bothering to wait any longer for answers. "I just...I just need one more thing. Please."

His face drops at that, upset that you don't believe him. Still, he nods at you and composes himself.

"Okay," he says gazing right into your eyes. "You had asked me what my favorite game was and I told you it was blackjack. You then came by the next day and said exactly 'I don't know shit about blackjack, but I wanted to give you something.' You remember?"

You nod and can picture that moment in your head clearly. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you are now letting hope set in.

This really was him.

Ace knows he doesn't need to explain any further and reaches into his suit jacket's breast pocket. He then pulls out two cards and lays them flat on the table. The first was the 10 of clubs and the second was the ace of hearts with two words written in sharpie underneath it; they read "From: Y/N."

"You know, no one had ever gotten me a gift before, so I knew I had to get you something too," he says, feeling himself smile again as he watches your own form on your face. "Don't suppose you still have it, do you?"

You reach into one of the front pockets of your jeans and pull out a blue, sun-bleached casino chip with an 'A' messily carved into the smooth surface. You place a hand over your heart and look between the small disk and him.

"I don't believe it," you breathe, smiling wider than you ever have before. Ace gets up from his seat and moves to stand in front of you. Once he's close enough, you throw your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

He happily returns your embrace, resting one clawed hand on the small of your back and the other on the base of your neck. He truly can't remember ever feeling this elated before. He had only dreamed of being able to hold you before winding up in the fog and every time he ran into you during trials, he never touched you save for the brief moment last time when he pushed you out of the private game room. He savors the feeling of your body heat radiating off of you, the fabric of your shirt under one of his palms, and the texture of your hair under the other. In his joy, he doesn't realize that his tail is swaying rapidly and that there is a deep, rumbling sound coming from his throat.

So demons can purr. You learn something new every day.

"I don't understand, though," you finally pull away and look up at Ace. "I mean, you actually have a body now and I can see you and...how did you even get here, anyways?

"It's a bit of a long story," he laughs and tries to distract himself from the fact that he was already missing your hug. "There was only so much I could explain to you. Both through that spirit box of yours and here."

You purse your lips in thought before a light bulb goes off in your head. You hold your camera up and ask him another question.

"How about an interview, then?"

"Only if you promise to get my good side," he jests.

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You and Ace sat down at the table he was playing his card game on and you set up your camera to record. You had to admit you were really giddy at the opportunity to interview one of the killers and not have to worry about getting torn to shreds. Once you commenced the interview, you first wanted him to start from the top and explain his whole life up until that point.

"I've been around for a while now. There are many different types of demons that dabble in the different sins and such. Me? I'm a demon of greed. I basically went around signing deals with some poor shmoes who wanted to make it big. Once their time was up, I'd eat their soul and move on to the next person. I did this until I found one guy who got me my big break.

Now, this guy was in sorry shape. Middle-aged, balding, divorced, and had a casino that was on its last legs. This casino to be exact. So I basically made a deal with him, like always. I'd breathe some life into this joint if he promised to give me his soul when he died. Obviously, we shook hands on it and I renovated this place into a gambler's paradise. After that, I influenced a few minds to give this place a try, and by the end of the week, the dude was making millions.

Here's the thing, though. I was not prepared for the amount of greed that dwells in a place like that. Everybody there was chasing the all-mighty dollar, and the longer I stayed, the stronger I got. Eventually, I got tired of just standing on the sidelines while the sorry son of a bitch I helped started taking credit for my hard work so I...cut our deal short.

Now I had never killed anybody I made a contract with, I mean I was always content waiting it out until the Grim Reaper came knocking. But this guy was talking big game for someone who was gonna lose it all if it weren't for me. Never gave me a fucking 'thank you' either. So I had enough and decided to put this casino under new management: Me.

I didn't even have to eat the guy's soul either. All of the greed energy and the draining life force of the gambling addicts that showed up was enough. Not only could my handsome self walk among you humans, but I could get rid of the more demonic features to blend in.

It was fun and I had my laughs until some pastor started creeping around here. At first, I wasn't worried. In fact, I was proud of myself. I made this casino so good that I was gonna trap a man of God. I mean, I was close. It wasn't him that was hooked, it was his son. And just like that, the jig was up. Took a fuckton of priests and a handful of different rituals before I was weakened and bound to this place. Basically, it all went to shit and I was reduced to a ghost, only having enough energy to throw things.

Years passed and the only company I ever had was a wild animal or homeless person I'd chase off. I never wanted their company, I wanted to be alone and angry at everything and everyone. I guess I was hoping my rage would give me some sort of strength back, but no dice. But then you came along, and boy, was I curious.

I mean, this casino in its heyday was filled with gorgeous women, and I expected the rot and debris would scare them all off. Not you though. You still saw something good, here, something worthwhile. And because of that, I realized I wanted to keep you around, especially since you asked so politely if you could record me moving rocks or whatever.

The more you came by and talked with me, the more I realized just how much I missed having someone around...and that I really liked having a real friend."

You nod, taking in his story. As you expected, he was apathetic and cruel at some point, yet you can't help but feel sympathy for him after being alone and weak for who knows how long. You do feel some joy from the fact that you gave him the companionship he needed, though.

"And how you got here?" you ask after digesting his past.

"That I don't really know," he admits, his lips dipping down into a frown. "I know it wasn't long after you told me about your anniversary video. I was waiting for you to come back and tell me how it went but...you never did. I knew you'd never just leave without saying anything, so I was worried that something happened to you and...the next thing I knew, I was here. Like overnight, I wound up here.

The first thing I noticed was that I had my physical form back. I had my strength back. But how? Just then, I heard this voice in my head. I don't know who or what it is, but I can tell ya it's the one who runs the show around here."

"Like the reason we're all here? The reason for the trials?" you lean forward, intrigued.

"Bingo," Ace says. "Well, anyways, they told me that I could be my old, handsome self again as long as I brought them sacrifices. That's what the hooks are for, but I think you already know that, right?"

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought, 'hey, that's a pretty good deal!' I mean, I was now in some weird dimension and...and I thought I lost you so I felt all the years of rage come back to me. If I could release this pent-up anger and keep my strength, then I'd sacrifice every sorry bastard I came across.

But even then, it wasn't enough. Before here and before I was weakened, I would feast on souls and greed energy to keep my power and strength. I thought that as long as I gave sacrifices, I would keep those and never go hungry. As you can imagine though, that wasn't the case. My strength and my hunger are not dependent on each other anymore...so I had to find other ways to eat."

"That's...that's why you mori the others?" you breathe, though his silence gives you your answer. "Ah...."

"I don't know what happens to me," Ace shakes his head and tries to find the right words to describe it. "When I get hungry, it feels like it's all I can think about. Like some kind of animalistic shit. When I finally found you though, when I saw your face after worrying I'd never see you again, it felt like I could finally think clearly. There were no sacrifices for power, there was no rage, there was no hunger. It was just you...."

He stops, not knowing how to continue and to be honest, he didn't want to continue. You just lower your head, once again taking in his response. So that's what the hooks and killing is all about; for power and for hunger, not so much sadistic pleasure. You now wonder what ultimatum the other killers were given on the matter.

"...Why didn't you tell me who you were sooner?" you finally speak, looking back up at him.

"Because I thought you'd hate me," Ace gives you a strange look, like you asked a dumb question. "I mean, I have to kill people, now. That's not something you can easily forgive someone for."

"I wouldn't say that," you say, reaching across the table to hold his clawed hands. "I thought you must've had a reason. After all, you have always been so nice to me, even now. I guess I just didn't want to think that you'd hurt people for fun."

He looks between your face and your hands that are intertwined with his.

"Maybe before, when I was running this place..." he begins. "After meeting you though, I think I finally knew what human emotions were. I hated being weak and bound to this place, but I think I needed to be in order to know how good things like compassion and...and love could feel like."

"Wait...you love me?" you ask, your eyes widen in surprise. You remember always joking that Ace was your "ghost admirer" based on how nice he'd treat you and how he always seemed jealous of your male friends. He even scratched one of them up pretty bad though you never knew the reason why. Now you realize just how obvious you were.

"Yeah well...," Ace begins, wanting to be his usual, playful self until he just settles with a sorrowful smile and a nod. "Yeah, I love you. I mean, I know it can't work but... a guy can dream, ya know?"

"What do you mean it can't work?" once again, he gives you a look that says "isn't it obvious?" "Sure, it wouldn't have worked before we wound up here, but...."

You trail off, unsure if you want to continue that statement at first. Wasn't this moving a bit fast? You've only just now realized that you've been running into Ace this whole time and finally got a clear grasp on his history. At the same time, however, you two have technically known each other for a while and now it was just a matter of getting used to being able to see, hear, and touch him; you can certainly get there though, as he is rather attractive, gives great hugs, and it'll be easier to understand him now. Okay, what about him being a killer and you being a survivor? Well, everyone was used to getting hooked and moried at this point, even you now. No matter what, everyone returned to the campfire and would just continue on with what they were doing before being called to a trial. Besides...who says you need to tell anyone about your relationship?

Above all though, you feel like your feelings towards him were always deeper than just friendship. Of course, when he was "ghost-adjacent," you knew it would never work. It is possible now, however, and deep down inside, you desire a romantic connection with someone. Even before arriving in the fog, you were waiting to find the right person to love. And at this moment, you can't imagine having it with anyone else.

"It'll be...unconventional, but I would be willing to make it work, Ace," you lean closer to him and squeeze his hands reassuringly. "It'll take some time getting used to everything, but I love you too, and I wanna try."

After seeing how close your face is to his, a playful smile breaks out on his face.

"Really? You sure that's what you-mph!" his statement gets cut off by your lips pressing against his. Like with the hug, he eagerly reciprocates the kiss, but you can't help but notice how he seems to be holding back. Well, you suppose you did startle him a bit.

Letting go of his hands, you tilt your head and hold his face. The feeling causes Ace to emit the low rumbling sound like before, losing himself to the pleasant feeling. He raises one of his hands to thread his clawed fingers through your hair and hold you closer.

You don't notice how your body gets warmer and your mind gets cloudy. All you care about is the feeling and you want more. You lick at the demon's bottom lip, silently asking permission to take the kiss further. If he wasn't so drunk on your touch, he would've known the dangerous game you two were going to play. Now though, he has no problem parting his lips and allowing his tongue to greet yours.

The sensation makes you moan into his mouth, especially as you feel how long his tongue feels. God, he could probably shove it down your throat if he wanted to. Or even better, it would feel so good if he licked and shoved it in your-

Suddenly, Ace breaks the kiss, realizing just how far things would go if you two continued on. In all honesty though, it was probably too late, now.

"Well now, someone wants to move things along quickly," Ace chuckles. "I guess you really do want this, huh?"

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I really don't know what's gotten into me," you laugh, nervously. God, your body still feels so hot and your stomach feels...empty? No, that's not right. Ever since arriving in the fog, you never felt hungry. No, it's not your stomach, it feels lower. "Are you uh...are you feeling a bit strange, too?"

"Yeah, shit, there's something else I gotta tell y-," before Ace can explain anything, black smoke begins to envelop you. Your brain is still cloudy so you don't notice it right away, almost like you're drunk. When you do, your eyes widen in surprise and you look up at him. "Come back here, when you're done, okay! I'll explain everything! It'll be hard, but try to stay focused!"

You nod, but don't know what he means by "stay focused." As you get whisked away to the trial, you ponder it. You weren't feeling too bad, the strange sensation wasn't distracting or anything.

At least, it wasn't distracting yet.

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As you thought, at the start of the trial, you were locked in. You fixed a couple of generators, rummaged around for supplies, and avoided the killer well enough. While looking for another generator to do, the warmth of your body becomes more and more unbearable. Why did you feel so hot? You were at the ski resort on Mount Ormond, it was the coldest place to do trials. Why was your body burning up and why are you panting like you just ran a marathon?

And it all got worse.

You now understand what Ace meant by "stay focused." You were struggling to keep up with the others, and surprise surprise, you got downed and hooked. You didn't even want your fellow survivors to save you, because you would be no help. Besides, being sacrificed really didn't feel so bad. In fact, the pain leading up to the black void you found yourself in, a place you always went after getting moried or sacrificed, felt weirdly dull. In this void, an intermediate place between death and the campfire, you begin to think about the sensation of your body.

Ace knew something. He could fix this, right? Ace...Ace...Ace.

God, it feels like he's all you can think about right now. His handsome face, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, his clawed hands that could so easily rip you to shreds if he wanted to, even though you know he never would. They could easily tear your clothes off, though. That sounds wonderful due to your burning skin, plus it would allow him to touch you properly.

You can only imagine how good having his hands all over you would feel. Them squeezing the soft flesh of your tits and ass. Maybe have one of them wrapped around your throat while he pumped his fingers inside of you, claws threatening to nick the velvet walls of your pussy. Or maybe they'd be holding your thighs apart while his long tongue licked all over you, reaching the deepest parts inside your core. Perhaps it wouldn't just be his tongue doing that, and instead, he'd be holding your legs up and pushing your knees against your chest. You can just imagine him filling you up nice and full with his cock, alleviating the emptiness that you now know is coming from your cunt.

You open your eyes and realize you're on the path leading back to the campfire. You aren't going to head back there, however. No, you need to head back to the casino and get your hands on that demon. Or, more accurately, have him get his hands on you.

You don't know how you managed to get there, your head dizzy and with every step, you could feel your soaked panties get more and more ruined. This was arousal unlike anything you had ever experienced before and it's pure luck when you find yourself on the right trail, your feet meeting the transition from dirt to cracked concrete. There you spot him. Ace was standing in the doorway of the entrance, eyes lighting up when they spotted you.

He walks up to you and opens up his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by throwing yourself onto him, lips slamming against his. You try to press your body as close and as you physically can to his. Even then, it still doesn't feel enough, not when you still had your clothes in the way.

Ace pulls away the best he can from the heated kiss. He knew instantly that the one you two shared previously was going to be too much for you, and he was right.

"Hey, now...don't you wanna sit...have a bit of a chat before going on, sweetheart?" he tries to get out in between your lips constantly pressing against his.

"No...n-need you now," you whine, letting out soft pleas for him to relieve you of your ailment. Begging him to just take you now, because the explanation can wait.

"Heh...if you say so, beautiful-," he replies but cuts himself off with a low growl; an audible response to you grinding your body against him. His clawed hands glide themselves down your sides, feeling up the curves of your body before snaking around to grope your ass. He then startles you by suddenly lifting you up, causing you to wrap your limbs around him.

Your surprise only lasts for a mere second as you enjoy the feeling of your body ensnared around him. You pepper Ace's neck with kisses, not noticing him carrying you into the casino and laying you on the same poker table that you two were talking at half an hour ago; you would've never predicted your little interview with him would end like this.

Interview...the interview...wait a minute.

You turn your head to the side, causing the demon above you to take this as an invitation to attack your neck in kisses as well. That wasn't your intention, not that you mind of course. No, you wanted to look over and spot just what you were thinking about. There was your camera, looking back at you with the little red light still on; it was still recording.

You debate bringing this up to Ace to shut the device off, but the thought of recording the two of you engaging in such a sinful act sounds too delicious. An airy giggle escapes you, both from the thought and from his facial hair tickling your soft skin.

"I've never h-had an interview...end like this," you breathe, making him chuckle. He then pulls away to remove your shirt but stops when he catches your camera from the corner of his eye.

He looks between you and your device, noticing how you don't seem uncomfortable as you shoot a glance back at it.

"That so?" he purrs, a sly smirk on his face, to which you nod. He laughs again, this time sounding a lot darker than before, a noise that goes straight to your aching cunt. "Good. Don't want anyone touching what's daddy's, right?"

Without giving you the chance to reply, Ace grabs onto your top and rips it from your body, causing shreds of fabric to scatter along the table and floor. You yelp in surprise, but your pupils blow up wide. If you weren't so damn horny, you would be so grateful for the fact that your clothes magically repair themselves. You've dirtied and torn your clothes in and out of trials before and they always were fine the next time you looked down; something that would help save you from the dilemma of how you were going to get back to the campfire with no clothes.

Oh, how he loves the sight of arousal swimming within those doe eyes you're giving him. He hovers over you again, looping a finger around the center gore of your bra and tugging it down. Your breasts spill out from the garment, nipples hardening from the cool air. He wastes no time squeezing and groping your chest and flicking his thumbs over the sensitive buds.

Ace still can't believe that this is real. Sure, the fantasies that he's had about you since the day he knew he loved you weren't always perverted. He would wish that he had been able to meet you when he still had his physical form and the casino was still as popular as ever. He'd take you out for a night on the town, buying you expensive dinners and taking you to fancy clubs. Taking you to your favorite stores and spoiling you, buying everything you wanted. Maybe he'd indulge in your unusual hobby by visiting old, abandoned places with you. Or perhaps you two would just stay in for the night, curled up on a nice, comfy couch and watch a movie.

He is a demon of course, and though his domain was greed, lust still came naturally for him. From the moment he saw you, he was enthralled by your beauty; you really didn't look like someone he'd imagine going to desolate buildings for fun. It only made him feel even more bitter about his predicament. There he was, forced to be around a gorgeous woman he thought he couldn't have. He knew he could please you well, too. Demons know a lot about humans and what makes them tick; what could have them writhing in overwhelming pleasure.

He wondered about your sexual appetite. You never mentioned having a partner whenever you would visit him, and you never mentioned being interested in anyone. You also weren't the type for one-night stands either. No, for the most part, that beautiful soul of yours was the purest thing he had ever seen, not that he surrounded himself with "pure" individuals when he was running this place. That beautiful little light within you that held your life, and you allowed yourself to give him the smallest piece of it in the form of a winning hand. That was the moment that made Ace feel an unfamiliar sensation swirling in his empty chest. That was the moment that he knew he was in love.

Still, purity of the soul did not mean free of sin. It was human nature to indulge in it every once in a while, after all. No, purity simply meant how moral and just a person was, and he could see that you had a good heart. A good heart, yet you remained untouched by any man. That baffled him, thinking that you would've been fighting men off by a stick due to your kindness and beauty, not that he was going to complain.

He wondered what would keep you up at night, slipping a hand underneath your panties to relieve the aches you felt. What did you think about during those twilight hours? What fantasies danced inside that pretty head of yours?

"A-Ace?" you whimper, curious as to what made him get so lost in thought.

"Sorry, Baby. Just thinking a bit," he purrs, before gripping your bra and tearing it from your body like your shirt, once again making you squeak. "I guess you're just so damn gorgeous that I got distracted."

He then gently drags his claws down your stomach until they meet the top of your jeans.

"Hm, not gonna be able to rip these off easy...," he lets out a disappointed growl, before patting your thigh. "Care to lift your hips up for me, sweetheart?"

You do as you're told, hovering your hips up as Ace undoes your pants and pulls them off of you.

"Atta girl," he praises, before kneeling down and spreading your legs. A groan escapes him when he sees the large, dark stain that had formed from your arousal. "Aww, we really need to take care of you, don't we?"

He pushes your panties to the side, another growl leaving his throat when he finally sees your soaking pussy. His clawed thumb slowly swipes upwards through your slit, collecting a large amount of your juice on it.

"Oh yeah," he smirks and licks off the slick on his digit with his long tongue, locking his black eyes on yours. "Daddy's gonna take good care of you, babydoll."

An embarrassingly loud moan is ripped from you as Ace licks a long stripe from your weeping hole to your clit. You slam your hands over your mouth, but he gives you a disappointed look and moves to grab them.

"Aww, come on beautiful, no need to hide your voice from me," he coos, placing one of your hands in his hair and the other wrapped around one of his horns. He kneels back down to continue lapping at your dripping pussy. " Not like there's anyone else here. Just you and me. Besides, I think a bit of noise will make for a better video"

"Yeah...I think so too," you sheepishly chuckle. "I guess I just wasn't prepared for how good that would feel."

The demon in between your legs rests his head on your thigh, smirking up at you while he plays with your ruined panties. You honestly are prepared for him to tear them to shreds like the majority of your clothes.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. Maybe having you actually say it will have you thinking straight about what you're about to do.

"Uh hehe...well, yeah," you stutter. You wonder if there was anyone else in the world who had lost their virginity to a demon. There was no way that you were going to be the only one. Well...you probably were going to be the only one to have your first time with a demon who actually loves you.

"Mm, well I should warn you then, sweetheart...," Ace begins, teasing your soaked cunt with the pads of his fingers, threatening to push them inside of you. "I don't think you're gonna wanna be with anyone else, when I'm done with you."

With that, he sinks his digits inside of you, being ever so careful and minding his claws. A hum of delight escapes him at the little resistance he has with stretching you out; hopefully that means your tight cunt will be able to take his cock nicely later. He grins when he hears your breath hitch and feels your grip tighten on his hair and horn. He then leans forward and swirls his tongue around your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

"D-Don't hah! Don't think I-I want anyone else," you cry out. Even though your mind was clouded heavily by lust, you were completely certain about your statement. You are completely sure that you want him and him alone.

Though he is busy indulging himself on your sex, he does feel moved by your words. After thinking that you could only ever be his in his dreams, now he has you.

Just as you have him.

Just then, the pads of his fingers brush up against that sweet little spot inside of you that he was looking for, making you sob in ecstasy. He savors every single one of your moans as he presses his digits against it, and he only adds to your satisfaction by latching his lips around your clit and sucking on it, hard.

With every stroke, lick, and suck, you feel waves of pleasure crashing down upon you. You've never felt so good in your entire life, especially since your arrival in the fog. Augh, how could you even think about anything right now while it feels like pure bliss is flowing through you, though? Even then, despite lying practically bare against the felt of the poker table, despite how good Ace's fingers and mouth are pleasing you, and despite how you can feel your release building within you, it's still not enough.

You want more. You need more.

"O-Oooh fuck! A-Ace...Ace, please! Need you...in-ah!" you struggle to get out. You need his cock pumping inside of you, now. You need him to fill you up and relieve you of the empty feeling that's still persisting inside of you, even with his fingers stretching you out.

"Mm, not yet, babydoll," he teases, replacing his mouth with his thumb to toy with your clit. "Daddy's not done tasting you."

Removing his fingers from within you with a pop, he then raises them to his mouth and licks them clean of your arousal. Once he's done, he grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders, practically folding your body in half when he leans back down to lap up the mess he made of your pussy again.

All you can do is lay there and moan loudly as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Your hands tug at his hair and horns as you try to grind yourself against his face, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes.

"A-Ace! Oh fuuuuck, Ace! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming-fuck!" you sob, back arching off of the table. The coil that had been forming inside of you finally snaps and your release washes over you.

Ace eagerly drinks up every drop of your juices that hits his tongue, letting out a pleasant moan at the taste. Even as you come down from your high and your body twitches from overstimulation, neither of you wants this to stop.

Once he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his suit jacket. He then pulls himself up and rests his hands by the sides of your head, hovering over you. You gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes and flash him a tired smile. He shoots you his own soft grin and rests a hand on your cheek.

"I didn't break my baby now, did I?" he jokes due to how exhausted you look.

"N-No...still good," you pant and shake your head.

"Good. Would hate to break her so soon when I know she wants more, right?" he asks, making you nod enthusiastically. You just came, but now you want him to fuck you properly. God, you don't remember ever being this insatiable before.

With that, Ace takes a step back and begins to undo his belt. You prop yourself up onto your forearms to watch him, feeling weirdly mesmerized by the sight. When he's done, he pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free and rest against his abdomen.

You whimper as you stare at it. If your mind was clearer, you would be worried about how his dick was even going to fit inside of you. Now though, all you can think about is how full you're going to feel when he slips it in.

Stepping forward to be close to you again, he grabs your panties and shoots you a knowing look. You smirk up at him and even lift your hips to make things easier. Another familiar ripping sound echoes off of the casino's walls as the flimsy material is finally torn from your body.

Ace then takes himself into his hand and strokes himself in between your fold, trying to lube himself up with his precum and your slick. Another moan escapes you as you feel his member, throbbing and hard, rubbing against your oversensitive clit. He enjoys teasing you, prodding your entrance with the dark, leaking tip of his cock, threatening to push himself in only to go back to what he was doing before.

"Ha-ah, Ace come oooon," you whine, just wanting him to take you already, your impatience making him chuckle.

"Just wanna make sure you can take me easy, baby," he explains, though he already knows that you won't have too much difficulty with it.

"I will. Please, just fuck me...please, daddy," you beg, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Aww, well how can I say 'no' to that?" he growls, lowly. The demon carefully lines his dick up with your wet little hole, the head nudging it just long enough to tease you some more.

You open your mouth to plead again only to get cut off with a loud gasp. Ace finally pushes himself inside of you, groaning from how tightly your warm, velvety walls are squeezing him. He lays his hands against the poker table for support as he slowly sinks himself deeper and deeper into you.

Not a single thought can even form in your head as it feels like your vision goes white. It feels like the most powerful feeling of relief is consuming you. It wraps around you, blocking out anything else save for two things: You and Ace.

All you care about right now is him and the pleasure he is giving you. At this moment, there is no fog, there are no trials, hell there's not even a "real world." It's just the two of you indulging in one another.

For the first time in his existence, the moment that Ace's hips collide with yours, he needs to take a breather. Sure, it's been a long time since he's slept with anyone, but even then, this feels different. This is more than just him not having had sex in a while; it has everything to do with you.

Carefully, he grabs your face and leans down to leave a kiss to your lips. It's not deep or heated, it's a simple, sweet kiss that he can only ever give to you and you alone. A soft reminder that you aren't someone that he is using to satiate his lustful desires when the urge strikes him, but instead as his one and only.

A gentle hum leaves you, distracting you from enjoying how full he's making you feel. You bat your eyelashes up at him and throw your arms around him to hold him closer. With a short purr, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you before starting to move.

With slow but steady rolls of his hips, Ace begins pistoning his cock in and out of you. Each time he pushes himself back inside of your pussy, you cry out as it feels like his tip is greeting the entrance of your womb. You honestly should be surprised that you don't even feel mild discomfort at the force of his thrusts or his size. You've always been told that losing your virginity hurts a bit, but right now all you can feel is pleasure. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

"Oh m-my-hah! Ace...f-faster. P-Please, faster," you moan, tightening your hold on him. The pace he's going feels good, really good, but just like before, it still isn't enough.

"Mm yeah? That what you want, babydoll?" he asks, punctuating his question with a particularly harsh thrust. You sob and babble out pleas for more at that, making him chuckle.

Not wanting to deny you, he readjusts himself onto his forearms and ruts into you hard and fast. You throw your head back and wail in ecstasy, feeling the same coiling sensation as before swirling in your stomach. At the sound of your moans increasing in volume and pitch and the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, he snakes his hand down in between your bodies to tease your clit once more.

"Hah, it feels like my baby wants to cum. A-ah, you wanna cum on daddy's cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yes-hic! Please! Wann-ah cum s-sooo bad!" you whine and wrap your legs around his waist. You're so desperate, not even wanting to risk the chance of him pulling out of you and stopping.

"Go on then, beautiful. G-Go on and make a big fucking mess all over me," Ace groans, a clawed hand moving to grasp your hip as his thrusts become more harsh and primal.

With that, you let yourself go for a second time. The intensity of your second release has your vision going white and your body feels like you're floating. You would honestly think that you are about to pass out.

At the feeling of your pussy contracting around his cock, the demon above you throws his head back, and an animalistic growl tears from his throat. He bucks himself into you at a frenzied pace as he pumps you full of his cum.

Everything feels like a blur as you watch Ace pull out of you and reach over to your camera to stop recording. You then feel him pull you up from off of the poker table, holding you closely to his body and carrying you somewhere else in the casino; he also makes sure to grab your device with his tail. You just bury your face into his neck and close your eyes, exhausted and ready for rest to take you.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lied down upon something soft. You open your eyes and realize you are in one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and lying on the bed. Ace sets your camera down on the bedside table and climbs in next to you, his arms wrapping around you.

"So...I guess now's probably the time to tell you that demon spit is basically an aphrodisiac, right?" he says, breaking the pleasant silence.

"Yeah...that sounds about," you laugh, tiredly, and nuzzle your face into his chest. "I think I can handle that...you know, as long as I don't have to do a trial afterward."

Now it was Ace's turn to laugh, a hand coming up to gently pet your hair.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Y/N, but I'm gonna make sure I keep you" he muses, fondly.

"Really?" you flash him a sleepy smile, to which he nods and grins back at you. "Well then I'm gonna keep you, too"

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, you finally close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into slumber. Yes, the fog was a cruel and unforgiving place, but you cannot deny that it's had its rare moments. And you absolutely cannot deny that actually being with Ace is the best moment it has ever given you.

[red-doll-face]

Masterlist

red-doll-face slasher blog masterlist!

Hello! Welcome to my blog! This is my masterlist, where you will find almost every piece I’ve written. Each piece has additional warnings at the top so please check those!

Updated: 07/21/21

A small legend: 

gn: gender-neutral

tm: trans masc

afab: assigned female at birth

f: fem reader

m: male reader

nsfw: content that is usually sexual in nature

hcs: headcanons

pieces: usually 180-1800 word drabbles

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn 

Jealousy hcs m

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

For you. f (mentioned) pt.1

Dedicated To You.  gn (no mentions of gender) pt.2

Sanguine gn

Mojito gn

Rob Zombies Michael Myers 

Hcs:

x clumsy goth Reader gn

x Reader (related to Loomis) gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Full Course gn slight nsfw

Michael Myers

Hcs:

Taking Care of Sick S/O gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn despite prompt

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn 

Mark of Incision f nsfw  (a 6 chapter au for michael myers: a little ooc AO3 link)

Pieces:

locked in. pt.1 gn

keeper. pt.2 gn nsfw

Under a Blanket of Blue gn nsfw

Heavy Metals gn 

A Friend from Work gn

(There is another section for Michael below, the difference being Dead by Daylight standards bc I know some people don’t play this game. It’s not that good. 😔)

Bubba Sawyer

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Domestic Fluff hcs gn

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Feral Alt s/o gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn

Pieces:

Right Action gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 37 gn

Free Room gn nsfw

Billy Lenz

Hcs:

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

x shy goth Reader gn

x trans masc Reader tm 

x reader who loves plants gn 

Pieces:

Sleeping Dust Bunnies gn

Vulnerability gn nsfw

Lent tm

Angst Prompt 23 gn

Asa ‘The Collector’ Emory

Hcs:

x Detective!Reader gn

x Blind Singer!Reader gn

x Reader who attracts bugs gn

Pieces:

Lovely Letters gn

Anything gn

By Similar Methods gn

Catalogs gn

I Don’t Live Today gn

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m 

Pieces:

In the Middle of May afab nsfw

Harry Warden

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x clumsy goth Reader gn

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

Light Headed gn nsfw

Daniel ‘Candyman’ Robitaille

Hcs:

x Reader with allergies gn

Brahms Heelshire 

Hcs:

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Dead by Daylight Killers

Max ‘The Hillbilly’ Thompson Jr.

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sad Hc gn 

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn 

Pieces:

Red Strings gn

Snow Blind afab nsfw 

Michael ‘The Shape’ Myers

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

My Blue Heaven gn pt.1

Blues in the Night gn pt.2

Drabbles gn

Sad Hc gn

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Hcs:

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Male s/o with a dog m 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Bargaining with the Devil gn nsfw

Nothing More  gn

Drabbles gn 

Anna ‘The Huntress’

Pieces:

Kiss Prompt 11 gn

Kiss Prompt 47 gn

Kiss Prompt 50 gn

Drabbles gn

Evan ‘The Trapper’ Macmillan

Hcs:

x Male s/o with a dog m

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Drabbles gn

Susie ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Can I uh kiss you?”  gn

Pretty Little Black Eyes gn NSFW

Amanda ‘The Pig’ Young 

Hcs: 

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” gn

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

Joey ‘The Legion’ 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader  gn 

Sad Hc gn

Kiss hcs + blurb gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pyramid Head ‘The Executioner’

Pieces:

A Case of Bleeding Flesh gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka

Hcs: 

Sick Reader hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

A Star in the Night afab nsfw

Bubba ‘The Cannibal’ Sawyer: 

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Rin ‘The Spirit’ Yamaoka:

Adiris ‘The Plague’:

Caleb ‘The Deathslinger’ Quinn:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Ji-Woon ‘The Trickster’ Hak:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Nemesis T-Type ‘The Nemesis’

Hcs:

Fluff hcs gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Already Yours angst gn

Herman ‘The Doctor’ Carter:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Hcs:

First Kiss  gn

x Killer s/o gn 

Sad Hc gn 

Pieces:

Core gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

David King

Pieces:

Gratification gn nsfw

Quentin Smith

Hcs:

General cute hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Angst Prompt 7 gn 

Claudette Morel:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Meg Thomas:

Ace Visconti:

Feng Min:

Laurie Strode:

Jane Romero:

Yui Kimura:

Zarina Kassir:

Cheryl Mason:

Élodie Rakoto:

Steve Harrington:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Yandere Prompt ‘You’re all I ever think about’ gn 

Jeff Johannson:

Kate Denson:

Yun-Jin Lee:

: Let me know if any of the links aren't working. Please read warnings at the top of each post I don’t mean to upset anyone. Thanks for reading !! :

[eating-plastic]

Unwinding by the Lake: Ace Visconti x Fem!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks!), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!Reader, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), face fucking, face sitting, fingering, daddy kink, slight degradation, lots of pet names, fluff, comfort, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2898 words

A/N: This is a part two for my other Ace Visconti x Fem!Reader fic Away from the campfire. I was originally not gonna write one, but a lovely anon on AO3 asked if I could write one focusing on "Ace using reader's mouth" and I was all like "You know what? I can certainly do that!" Unfortunately, they asked me this months ago lol whoops. Oh well, better late than never, right? I don't know, hopefully someone else enjoys this. Cheers!

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Despite the horrific circumstances that led to it, your relationship with Ace is one of the best things that has ever happened to you. Your relationship continues to burn strong, so much so, that it makes it easy to distract yourselves from the unforgiving and harsh realm that is the fog. It is something you are incredibly grateful for, even with the embarrassment you sometimes feel when he gets the urge to smother you with affection in front of the other survivors.

It is also a sentiment that he echoes greatly. You have no idea just how happy you make the older gambler. While your shyness would make someone believe that you are aloof and uncaring, you are the sweetest woman he has ever had the pleasure of meeting. And while he may consider himself a “lucky bastard”, he truly believes that you actually being with him is nothing short of a miracle. 

Ace knows he isn’t the best man in the world. While he can be helpful and even heroic in his own way during trials, he also knows that he can be impulsive and brash. Traits that he still possessed from his old gambling days that seemed both ages ago and mere minutes ago. Time works oddly in the fog.

The point is, despite loving you and you loving him, he still feels like you’re too good for him sometimes. A beautiful, caring, younger woman like yourself didn’t deserve “an old fuck up” like him; his words, certainly not yours. No, in his head you deserve a nice, simple life with someone more like you and a nice house with a picket fence, maybe some kids and a dog. A life that, when he wasn’t in the entity’s realm, would’ve scoffed at and continued to chase the rush and adrenaline from a game of blackjack or poker. 

Now though, he honestly wouldn’t mind a life like that, especially with you. He was done with rushes and bursts of adrenaline. God, does he hate it here in the fog. Not only because of the trials, but also because they remind him of a fact he hates to admit: he is old.

As much as he can joke about how he’s not as old as Bill or Ash, he still wasn’t as young as he likes to think. Hell, he didn’t even have the excuse that they had where their past lives were full of running from monsters. Heh, zombies and demons; two things that he wouldn’t have believed in, but now, after being here for God knows how long and seeing all that he has seen, would be tame. 

After doing five trials back to back, Ace is surprised he was even able to drag himself over to the place where he knew you’d be waiting for him: the good ol’ lake. He leans against a tree and lets out a groan of exhaustion. He raises his hands to his face to rub it in a means to get some sort of energy back.

“Ace?”

His eyes shoot open and he quickly clears his throat at the sound of your voice. As soon as he sees you peek around a tree, he flashes you one of his signature smiles and straightens his back; he hopes that you don’t see him wincing from that. Unfortunately for him, your keen eyes spot it in an instant, causing your face to drop.

“Hey, babydoll. Been missing you,” he says, trying to distract you from his drained state. 

You just shake your head and hold his face in your hands, a gesture which makes him visibly relax and drop the suave act he was putting on. 

“Tough day?” you ask, though you already know the answer to that. From the fact that you hardly saw Ace all “day”, for lack of better terms, you figured he was marathoning trials.

“Eh, what can I say? I was clearly someone’s favorite,” he shrugs, nonchalantly. “But hey, let’s not think about that. Right now, let's think about you, me, and a nice hour or so alone. What do ya say?”

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You honestly can’t think of a better way to unwind than snuggling up with Ace by the lake. Despite how comfortable you are with your head on his chest and seeing a look of content on his face, you can’t help but think about another way to help the older man relax. Then again, you don’t want to ruin the wholesome mood and the thought does seem rather out of character for you. 

“Yeah, this is just what the doctor ordered,” Ace sighs before glancing down at you. Confusion takes over however, as he sees your conflicting face. “You okay, Y/N?”

You meet his gaze and your face quickly grows warm before looking away. Your fingers fidget with the fabric of his undershirt as you try to put together what you want to say.

“Um, well…I don’t know. I-It’s nothing,” you attempt to assure him that everything is fine, but he clearly isn’t buying it.

“Hey, you know you can tell me anything, angel,” he moves the hand that was resting behind his head to hold your hand that was playing with his shirt. “Come on, what’s up?”

You look back to his face and see how soft his expression has become. You sigh and turn your attention to his hand holding yours. You certainly aren’t going to look him in the eyes when you make your proposal.

“I guess…I just have another idea to…help you relax?” you cringe. Oh how you wish you were less awkward with things like that. 

“Oh really?” Ace asks, intrigued. He lets go of your hand to tilt your head up to look at him. Of course he wants to see your face for this. “And what might that be, hm?”

“W-well… it might be better if I…showed you,” you then move slowly and carefully to straddle his waist, resulting in him giving you a sly smirk. “Is…is this okay?”

“You’re the doctor, here, baby,” the older man wastes no time with grabbing your waist, with one of them threatening to move lower. “You know what’s good for me.”

God, it’s all enough to soak your panties, but this is all about Ace, so you lean down and kiss him. That doesn’t stop you from rocking your hips back and forth though, especially as he works his tongue into your mouth. Even when you pull away for a quick breather, you quickly move to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw and neck, getting lower and lower. 

He can’t help but chuckle at the initiative you’re taking, still as shy as ever but he still feels proud at your taste of confidence. It was funny since you could handle trials like they’re nothing, yet when it’s just you and him during moments like this, you turn into a stuttering mess. Despite that, he certainly isn’t going to stop encouraging you with taking the reins, even if it’s only slightly.

Once you reach his abdomen, you push his undershirt up and trace your fingers over his skin before fiddling with his belt. While you fidget with it, another dirty thought enters your head making you audibly whine. 

“Aww, are we getting eager already?” Ace props himself up on his forearms to get a better look at you.

“Well…,” you breathe. “This is about making you feel better, so…you should be able to use my mouth however you like.”

While this isn’t the first time you’ve had his dick in your mouth, he’s never really fuck your mouth before. With your dirty mind though, the idea just sound so fucking good. Besides, it would definitely make him feel better.

“Really? You want daddy to fuck your mouth, huh?” he purrs.

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble, your eyes not leaving the belt that you had just undone. 

“Well, if that’s what you think is best, then let’s go ahead with the procedure, ‘doc’.”

You nod before undoing his fly and taking his cock out. You can’t help but wet your lips at the sight of it, before leaning down to drag your tongue up the shaft. Ace allows you to lick away at his member for a little bit, but soon rest his hand on the back of your head. You quickly move to wrap your lips around the leaking tip and look up at him through your eyelashes, silently giving him his green light.

To your slight surprise, he doesn’t start out rough. Instead, he slowly moves your head up and down his dick, getting a feel of things. The pace has you ensnared with anticipation for him to go faster because you know eventually he will. The thrill of it, on top of the pleasant sighs and breaths that escape Ace’s lips, go straight to your cunt.

“Yeah…that’s it. Always knowing just what daddy needs,” he exhales before suddenly slamming your head all the way down his cock. You let out a muffled moan in surprise and feel your pussy clench around nothing. 

That is the turning point that you were waiting for. Ace figured you were probably prepped enough, so why not pick up the pace? It’s rough and brutal, every time he slams into the back of your throat makes tears prickle in the corner of your eyes and saliva seep past your sealed lips. And honestly, you only get more and more turned on by it all.

Just as you are about to reach your hand under your skirt to help relieve that ache in between your legs though, Ace pulls you off of his dick causing you to whine in confusion. I mean, sure a little break sounds nice, but you feel more frustrated than anything.

“Shit, am I going to rough for you?” he asks, noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks and how out of breath you sound.

“What? N-No, not at all,” you pant, wiping your face. You take a couple more deep breaths and compose yourself before speaking again. “I’m enjoying this too. I-I want you to continue. Please, I…I want your cum down my throat”

You feel way to fucked out at this point to feel embarrassed by your confession. All you do feel like doing is giving the older man the best puppy dog eyes you can muster and moving your head back down to lick the tip of his member. Ace lets out a hiss and tightens his grip on your hair from your actions.

“Hah…you’re gonna be the death of me, angel,” he chuckles and nudges your head closer to his dick. 

With that, you eagerly wrap your lips around him once more and he resumes the harsh pace he had before. Your hand can also complete its mission of granting you a bit of relief as it is able to move under your skirt and push your damp panties to the side. The feeling of your index and middle finger gliding through your slick fold makes you shudder and moan around the gambler’s cock.

“Aah…hah, you keep doing that, and you’ll get your wish granted for sure,” Ace groans and rolls his head back.

You take this as motivation and know exactly what to do to drive him crazy. You move your finger to stroke your clit, making you moan and whimper even more. 

“Fuck! Mm I knew you’d like the sound of that. Who kn-ah knew a sweet lil’ thing like you could be so dirty,” that’s when you feel the slightest twitch of his cock against your tongue. God, he is so close and that just thrills you even more. “O-oh…! Heh, you just love being used, huh? Just like being daddy’s favorite sex toy, right?”

If you could nod, you would, but instead you answer with what you’ve been giving him before: your muffled noises and willing mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

Your mouth floods with Ace’s cum and you try to swallow as much of it as possible, but it’s not an easy feat from just how much of it there was. What you can’t get down drips past your sealed lips just like your spit. It’s all overwhelming enough for you to pull your hand away from your wet cunt to grab his thigh as a brace.

Once he comes down from his high, he pulls you off of him and pulls you both to sit up. He then tries to gently wipe your face as clean as he can get it.

“There we go. Good as new,” he smiles and kisses your lips tenderly, something which you eagerly return.

“Do you feel better now?” you ask when you two pull away. Ace laughs before placing another kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah. That fixed me up real nice,” suddenly, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him. “But unfortunately, doc, I don’t think I got the money to pay you. You need a reward though, and I think we can work something out.”

“O-Oh, well…you really don’t have too. This was all about you,” you stutter despite your body crying for its canceled release.

“Really?” he drawls and places open mouth kisses along your neck. “So that little pussy of yours doesn’t need any attention? Come on, sweetheart, I saw that hand of yours under your skirt.”

To prove his point, he too snakes his hand underneath the soft fabric. When his fingers meet your soaked lips he hums in amusement.

“Oh yeah, my babydoll needs something all right,” he smirks and slips his index and middle finger inside of you, making you gasp. You then grasp at his jacket and pant while he pumps his digits. “Hmm, let me think….Oh, I think I know.”

“W-What?” you whine, but then give him a frustrated huff as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I’m thinking about treating you to a nice seat right…here,” he then raises his hands to motion at his face. 

“Oh,” is all you can squeak out as a response, but Ace can tell you love the idea.

“That sounds good, doesn’t it, angel?” he purrs and plays with the waistband of your panties before pulling them down, indicating that he wants you to take them off. You nod your head eagerly and awkwardly remove the fabric due to your position. “Mhmm, I thought so. Now then, let’s get comfy again.”

With that, he lays back down and casually rests his hands behind his head, waiting for you to get into position. You slowly and carefully move yourself up his body until you’re eventually hovering above his face. 

“Uh…is this ok-ah!” you get cut off as Ace pulls you down and your pussy collides with his mouth. He wastes no time licking away at you, his hands now gripping your thighs next to his face like a vice, making loud, shaky moans tumble from your lips.

“A-Ah! A-Ace, slow down-hah!” you cry out, but still grind yourself against his face. God, you’re already so close to cumming and you only seem to inch closer each time his nose brushes your clit. 

In response to your plea, the older man hums before latching his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks on it hard. You wail out in pleasure and almost double over. Your hands scramble to grab anything as a brace, one settling on Ace’s hair and the other grasping at the dead grass underneath you two. 

Your new hunched position makes it a little hard for him to breathe, but truthfully he couldn’t care less; he’ll happily suffocate between your legs as long as it means he gets to taste you. This thought makes him release your clit from his mouth, opting to now fuck you with his tongue instead. That doesn’t mean the bundle of nerves in between your legs gets a break though, as he lets go of one of your thighs to stroke it with his thumb.

This is what ultimately does you in, as you cry and your thighs tremble from his actions. All it takes is three more strokes of his thumb before your release washes over you, your sobs of pleasure echoing off of the trees around you. Ace slips his tongue out of you and places kisses along your wet slit and his hands massage your thighs as he waits for you to come back down to Earth. 

Once you get your bearings, you shakily move off of him to sit and continue to catch your breath. Ace props himself on his forearms to flash you an amused grin, licking your slick from his lips and wiping the rest off with his sleeve.

“Whew! God, you are perfect,” he muses, making you laugh shyly. He then scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around you, embracing you at his side before peppering the top of your head with kisses. You can’t help but giggle at this and bury your face into his neck, a pleasant sigh leaving your lips.

“I love you,” you whisper as you nuzzle into him.

Ace gives you a smile and looks down at you. No, he may not think he is good enough for you, but you clearly think he is. And that is all that this old gambler needs. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

[eating-plastic]

If any Ace lovers are still out there and you remember me teasing a Demon!Ace x fem!reader nsfw fic 6 months ago...well I got some good news!

The craziest part: we haven't even gotten to the smut yet, but we're getting there. What can I say? I'm popping off writing this and I'm an extra bitch. Not sure when I'll post this, but it'll be soon!

[eating-plastic]

For some reason I remembered this art commission someone did of demon Ace that I reblogged months ago, but now I feel inspired.

Soooooo let's say, hypothetically speaking, I wrote an nsfw Demon!Killer! Ace x fem! reader fic (because I'm in a whore mood rn)...would anybody be into that?

I mean I'll write and post it anyways, but would anybody be down to read it?

[eating-plastic]

Away from the Campfire: Ace Visconti x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is +18! Be gone creeps!), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex (life ain’t a fic, people! Wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, slight praise, begging, daddy kink, lots of pet names (kiddo, angel, sweetheart, just to name a few), dom! Ace, sub!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader, slow burn, swearing, all of the typical dbd warnings so violence, pain, angst, all that jazz, comfort, some fluff, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 6458 words

A/N: Whelp, here it is! My second oneshot and my first smut! If you knew me, you’d be surprised I waited this long to write something nsfw lol. I don’t know how this is gonna be received considering no one touched my Bill headcanons. I guess the dbd fandom just isn’t that big of fans of old men. Eh, it’s an acquired taste. I do just write these for myself anyway. Still, if anyone does find this, I hope you have a nice day! Remember to drink some water and take a break every now and again!

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        You’ve always been a quiet person. Always keeping to yourself, not talking to many people, and honestly just fading into the background. Even now, being in an inescapable hell where you were forced to do the same task over and over again with someone or something trying to kill you, you never really befriended any of your fellow survivors outside of trials. At least in the beginning you didn’t. 

        No matter how one of your fellow survivors acted towards you around the campfire, they always tried to help you during trials as long as you were trying. In the beginning, there were a few survivors that even would “baby” you, whether it was because you were new to this realm, or the fact that you were one of the few younger survivors, or a combination of both. Still, as you got the hang of trying to survive in one of the many different environments you were thrown into during a trial and many began to stop keeping such a close eye on you, there was one that always kept you close.

        To be honest, you were not the biggest fan of Ace when you first arrived to the Entity’s realm. You thought he was arrogant, egotistical, and willing to put his own survival over that of others. Anytime he would open his mouth in-between trials to tell tales about his life before “all of this”, you would try to ignore every word that came out of his mouth or even go for a walk. The walks were always preferable since you enjoyed walking by yourself before arriving in what you could only describe as hell. That was until you had your first trial with him.

        As soon as the Yamaoka Estate came into view, you followed the same routine of looking for a generator to work on or a crate for supplies. While you rummaged around, a familiar voice came from behind you.

      “Hey, there you are kiddo.”

       You had rolled your eyes and closed the chest in frustration. Empty. Ace smirked at your annoyance before he walked up to you. 

      “Lemme help you with that,” he said, lifting the lid of the chest and moving his hand around in its dark interior. “Aha, there we go.”

       He removed his hand to present a toolbox. Your eyes had widened in shock. You could’ve sworn the chest was empty! Ace once again smirked at your reaction.

     “They don’t call me a lucky bastard for nothing. Here, take it. It’ll be more useful in your hands anyway,” he held the box towards you, and you hesitantly took it. You had then nodded in appreciation.

     “Stick with me, kid. We’ll get through this easy.”

      You hadn’t really wanted to follow Ace, once again worried that he was going to ditch you to save himself. Still, it was going to make repairing generators easier, especially with your toolkit. So you nodded and followed him.

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    “You really don’t talk much, huh kiddo,” Ace said while he worked on the last generator that needed to be repaired. You didn’t respond, just wanting to continue working on the task at hand. Besides, you never would respond when someone would ask a question like that.

    “Heh, I stand corrected.”

     After the generator was completed , Ace let out a noise of triumph and began to compliment you, until a scream had cut him off. You both had looked towards the sky and saw the Entity’s claws dragging one of your teammates upwards.

    “Shit, I guess that’s our invitation to leave. Run towards the gate, kid. I’ll be right behind ya.”

     You nodded, before you did as you were told.

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     As soon as you arrived at the gate, you had looked behind you but Ace was nowhere to be seen. You had opened your mouth to call out for him but stopped. You turned back to open the gate and stood in its entryway. The campfire called  to you, telling you to just run and leave another one of many trials behind, but you couldn’t. Your eyes continued to scan your surroundings. You didn’t know how long you had waited for Ace before hesitantly backing up and turning to just run out of there. 

    When you arrived at the campfire, you began to feel guilt twisting in your gut. It was odd. Sure, you had originally not liked Ace but you weren’t a monster. No one at the campfire deserved what goes on during the trials. You took your seat away from everyone that was waiting around by the flickering firelight. After a few moments passed, the sound of footsteps added to the idle chatter of some of your fellow survivors.

   “Whew! I am way too old to be running around like that,” Ace plopped himself down next to you, which causes you to tense up at first. That was until he had asked you a question.

   “You got out, okay?” he asked, looking at you with concern. Huh, that’s new.

    You nodded and you couldn’t help but let a small smile break out on your lips.

   “Good. You did a nice job out there, kid,” he smiled and squeezed your shoulder, before getting up to “entertain” the rest of the survivors.

    That was the first thing he did that told you how you had misjudged him.

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    The second time Ace had proved how much you misjudged him, was when he had rescued you from a hook.

    Halfway through the trial, you had taken it upon yourself to loop the current killer, the trapper, in order to bid enough time for the last generator to be repaired and the gate to open. Unfortunately for you, your legs had begun to give out, providing him enough time to down you. At that point, you had already checked out. Your teammates were safe, and that was all that mattered. You didn't even feel the hook dive itself into your shoulder. Not really. You closed your eyes and waited for the sharp impale of the Entity’s tendrils into your body.

   That pain never came, though. In fact, you had felt the sensation of your legs moving. You opened your eyes, confused. You could see the gate coming closer and you could hear a voice right by your ear.

  “-most there. Come on, kiddo, keep moving.”

    Wait, Ace? What was he still doing here? You thought everyone had left. You hoped that they all had left.

    No time to think about that, though. You had to keep running. The next thing you knew, your exhaustion had lessened and the campfire was coming into view. You slowed your legs to a stop. Ace had let out a laugh of triumph. 

  “Ha! We made it! Shit! I mean-I knew we’d mak-!”

  “You saved me?” your soft voice stopped the older man dead in his tracks.

  “Well I’ll be damned. She speaks,” he quipped. You cocked your head to the side, waiting for an answer.

  “Come on, kid. You didn’t think I was gonna leave you behind, did you?”

   You just shrugged. You would’ve been fine if your teammates left you. You did your part to keep them safe, after all.

  “Just don’t do that again, kay? I nearly had a heart attack trying to find you.”

   You had opened your mouth to say something, but Ace was already at the campfire talking with the others. This caused you to huff in frustration. You had wanted to keep talking to him, but not with everyone else around. 

   Oh well. You were going to get your chances soon.

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   You were sitting by the shore of a lake. The campfire had many walking trails around it, and the one you had taken led you here. It was nice. You wanted to be alone at the moment, away from the firelight and prying eyes of others. 

   When you had first been murdered by one of the killers, a move that the others called “mori”, you were surprised. No one warned you about that. Apparently it was a bit of a rarity. Still, some of them weren’t that bad. At least, when compared to being sacrificed to the Entity. That was until you were “moried” by the onryo. Who could blame you for being shaken up afterwards? You had your limbs painfully broken and you were left to slowly die. When you walked by the campfire to be alone, all of the survivors still acted the same as always. Did they act the same way after going through something so agonizing? Were you just acting like a baby? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you felt like your limbs didn’t belong to you. You could still feel the phantom sensations of them being broken, but when you looked down they were normal.

   You couldn’t get it out of your mind. The sound of the crickets and the tide of the lake couldn’t help. You had soon felt tears welling up in your eyes and your body began to shake. You curled yourself up into a ball and began to sob. It felt like utter hopelessness was slowly crushing your body, slowly constricting your chest like a large python. You began to regret not sticking by the campfire. Would it have made you feel better? Would the conversations have been better?

   The sound of crushing leaves caused your sobs to get caught in your throat. Your lip quivered as you tried to stop crying. You didn’t want to look so childish in front of one of your fellow survivors, hence why you walked off to be alone as you figured you were going to cry.

  “That you, kid?” a voice called before walking towards you. You hid your face in your knees and took deep breaths to try and stop sobbing. You even took your bottom lip in-between your teeth and  bit down hard to try and stop its shaking. 

    Ace took a seat right next to your shaking form. Slowly, he brought his hand to your back and began to rub circles into it. If you were to have told yourself when you first arrived that you and Ace would become unlikely...”friends”, if that was the right word, you would’ve thought you were completely insane. That didn’t matter, though. You were happy he was here and you showed it by leaning into him.

   “I, uh...I heard what happened,” he began. Ace really did try so damn hard to think of what to say to you. He has never had to deal with something like this before, but he didn’t want to fuck it all up and say the wrong thing. He liked you, although he wasn’t sure just how much yet. Ever since he heard about you and your quiet, timid nature, he wanted to protect you when he could. Did it seem out of character for him, sure, but he didn’t give a shit. Especially since he had managed to get you to at least speak a couple of sentences to him.

  “Look...I’m sorry you went through that...you can continue to cry if you want to,” you moved your head to look at him with your puffy, red, eyes. At the sight of your broken face, Ace stopped rubbing your back to wrap his arm around your shoulder to pull you close to him. With that, you continued to cry until you couldn’t anymore.

   With all of your tears shed and all you were able to do was sniffle from time to time, you and Ace just sat there together in silence. That was until a thought entered the older man’s head.

  “Hey, you wanna know what this reminds me of?” he asked. You looked up at him and cocked your head to the side, your silent way of saying “what?”.

  “There was this one time I had to lie low for a bit. I had, uh, rented an RV and was on a lake just like this. It’s...it’s interesting just how quiet it all is, you know. I didn’t appreciate it at the time. I just wanted to get back into the game as soon as I could...but, it really is nice.”

   You nodded at his words and rubbed your arm. Slowly, your limbs started to feel like they belonged to you again.

  “I also befriended a raccoon, too.”

   You pulled away from Ace to look at him confused, and he laughed at your reaction.

  “I was sitting just like where I am now, when...,” he trails off and spinned you this tale that you were pretty sure was 90% fake, but that didn’t matter. You could tell he was trying to cheer you up, and it worked. By the time the tale had concluded, you had a large smile on your face and Ace had even managed to pull a few giggles from you. You both soon found yourselves sitting in silence once more, but this time it was comforting and all thoughts about the previous trial had been pushed to the back of your mind.

  “Whelp kiddo, what do ya say we start heading back? Everyone’s probably worrying about us,” Ace stood up and offered you his hand. You took it, but decided to do something unexpected when he pulled you up. 

   You hugged him.

   You threw your arms around him, and hugged him.

  “Thank you,” you quietly murmured into his chest. Ace slowly moved his arms to wrap them around you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hug you, but at the moment he was trying to understand the odd feeling swirling in his chest.

  “Yeah, uh...don’t mention it,” he said. God, why was his chest feeling so weird. You pulled away and smiled up at him and that was the moment that he connected the dots. “Uh...you go on ahead, kiddo. I’ll...I’ll catch up.”

   You looked at him confused, but you had just assumed that he wanted to reminisce about his old life. You didn’t blame him, so you just nodded and turned to walk back to the campfire.

   As soon as you were out of sight, Ace sat back down in front of the lake once more. He pulled his sunglasses from his face to rub it.

   Love. He was in love with you. Had he felt that way for you all this time? He certainly didn’t know. Especially since he had never been in love with anyone before. He let out  a deep breath before muttering the only phrase he could think of after this revelation.

  “Fuck.”

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  “Hey Ace, you awake in there or what?” Ash shook his friend after he didn’t respond to his question. Ace quickly put on a mask that resembled his usual smug self.

  “Yeah, I’m just in awe that you can even come up with a question,” he smirked.

  “Oh ha ha, fuck you. I asked you why you’re being so quiet? You’ve been hanging out with Y/N too much, she’s starting to rub off on you,” Ash quipped, but he was actually a bit wrong. Ace had been avoiding you a bit. He still looked out for you during trials, but he had found himself sitting near the lake more often. He really didn't know what to do after he discovered that he was in love with you. How could he? First of all, he didn’t even know how to tell you. He’s hardly ever had to tell someone that he loved them. For the most part, Ace would’ve always just said it when he wanted something. He had usually never loved them. The second thing was how you would respond. Ace had no problems flirting with men and women alike and had no problems when someone would get disgusted by his action or even slap him, but this was different. Those were all men and women that he was never going to see again or care about, so it didn’t matter. You were someone he liked to be around, someone he cared about, and he did not want you to think of him as a “disgusting old pervert” or something.

  “Yep, I lost you again. You know it’s getting boring entertaining the guests by myself,” Ash joked before he got up and made his way to where a large group of survivors were hanging out, listening to Kate as she plucked away at her guitar strings.

   Ace sighed before he got up and made his way towards the lake like always. He had to figure something out, especially since Ash had started to notice. And if Ash could notice that something was off, then everyone else probably could too. He was letting the cocky mask of his slip too much. It would only be a matter of time before you-

  “Um, Ace?” 

   God damnit.

   Your slow footsteps approached him. He was right, you had noticed a change in him. And so you followed him to the lake, wanting to be a good friend and try to know what was wrong even if you didn’t know what to say.

  “What can I do for ya, sweetheart?” like with Ash, the mask went up. Ace had been experimenting a bit. Testing out different pet names with you. It was his way of dipping his toes in the water. To see if you would get uncomfortable with his light flirting. So far, you hadn’t shown any signs of discomfort.

   “I, um...I hope you don’t mind but...I overheard you and Ash. I guess I just saw it as...I mean...I just want to see if you’re okay that’s all...,” you glanced down at your feet. Well that could’ve gone better. 

   “Psh, what? Me? When am I not okay?” he smirked at you, but you clearly weren’t buying his words. “Aw, come on angel, don’t worry about me so much. Shouldn’t you be worried about your pretty, little self?”

   Your face began to heat up. You loved his compliments and pet names. Well, when he had first called you “sweetheart” it had made you tense up a bit, but now they made your heart flutter. You didn’t have many experiences with men, but you’ve never met a man who was charming and made you feel as Ace did. Especially one as old as him. It was odd, but you were certainly not going to tell him. Not just because you would be mortified if you had to, but also because after all your time with Ace, there was a sliver in your mind that told you not to trust him. You could picture a situation in which you built up the courage to tell him that you were falling for him, only to get laughed at and told  that he just felt bad for you. A quiet, childish, little coward that cries after experiencing something all of the other survivors were seasoned to.

  “Hey now, what’s that look, beautiful?” Ace closed the distance between you and him after seeing your face drop. “I don’t mind you worrying about lil’ ol’ me. It’s kinda cute.”

  You shook your head. You felt a nauseating combination of wanting to cry and be sick. Jeez, you got way too lost into your own head. Ace took a deep breath before he raised his hand to your face to gently stroke it.

  “Hey...hey Y/N, it’s okay. Come on, what’s wrong?” you just lowered your head. Was this a joke? Was it always a joke? Saving you, risking his skin for you, comforting you, calling you all sorts of sweet names, this? Was it all just pity? Ace just continued stroking your cheek and looking at your sorrowful face, thinking hard about what he wanted to say. “Hey, how ‘bout this: you tell me what’s wrong and...I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me, huh?”

   You fiddled with your fingers and drew a shaky breath. 

  “Is this a joke?” you asked, finally raising your watery eyes to look at him. You tried to stay strong.

  “What are you talking about,” he moved his hand to brush some of your hair out of your face but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

   “Is it all a joke? The names, the comfort, the...the affection...is it all just one big joke...? Ace...is it all just you feeling bad for me?”

   “I...what makes you think that?” was someone telling you this? How could you think that him testing the waters of your unlikely friendship, trying to see if he really could actually make it a meaningful relationship, as him just playing a joke on you? Was it because of him telling you his history? Someone else who didn’t like him just trying to look out for you? Was it the realm slowly breaking you?

   “I...I just want to know...”you said, not breaking the gaze you had with Ace. You figured that if you could be strong during a trial, then you could be strong during this.

  “You’re...you’re really gonna make me rip the band-aid off, huh?”

   Here it comes, you thought. He doesn’t love me. He never could’ve loved me. I’m just an idiot-

  “You know that I’ve been trying to tell you that I love you, right?”

    Wait, what?

   “You know that’s why I’ve been avoiding you? Why I’ve been hurling pet name after pet name at you?”

    You tried to speak, but all you could get out were stuttered phrases.

   “When I found you here, shaken up by that bad trial, that's when I realized it...and ever since then I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you but I didn’t know how to get it out and I was worried you’d think that I was a gross perv or something...so there. That’s why I care about you so much. That’s why I’ve been trying to be there for you but avoid you at the same time. I don’t know why you think that I don’t actually care about you, or who told you, but stop believing it, okay. Because I love you, Y/N. Okay? I love you so Goddamn much.”

  You just continued to stare at Ace. You truly couldn’t believe it. Your eyes had long since dried. Was this real?

  “Really?” your soft voice broke the silence.

  “Do I need to prove it? Because I’ll prove it.”

  “Wha-no no, I...I jus-”

  “Nope! I need to prove it, so I will. Come here, angel,” not one to be serious for too long, Ace pulled you into his arms and even managed to lift your feet off of the ground. You squealed and even began to giggle as he tried to spin you. 

  “Okay! O-Okay...I get it,” you said in-between your laughing fit.

   Once Ace put your feet back on the ground, he tilted your face to look at him.

  “So, what do ya say, beautiful? You, uh...you wanna try this out?”

   You smiled and nodded, eagerly. 

   You didn’t even think about how the others would think about the relationship. How some of them would flash you two odd or even disgusted looks because of the age difference or how comfortable Ace quickly proved to be with PDA, but that didn’t matter. You would quickly find that his confidence and silver tongue would be enough to drown out those looks or comments.

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   “Now, what are you smiling about, sweetheart?” Ace says while approaching you. You glance up at him and shrug. 

   This lake now had so much meaning to the both of you that it was hard to not smile when you were near it. Not only that, but it has become your own private love nest with him.

   Ace sits down next to you and pulls you close to him, causing you to rest your head on his shoulder. He then removes his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. You always enjoyed when he would remove them. You truly couldn’t get enough of his dark eyes.

  “It’s been a pretty easy day,” he remarks, referring to the lack of trials performed. “I hope we get more of them.”

  “You don’t think that’s jinxing it?” you ask.

  “When have I ever been a jinx?”

   Well, he had you there. You had to agree, though. The lack of trials was welcomed, and you wanted more of them. You just shrug and smile at him. Ace smiles back at you and glances down to your lips.

  “God damn, angel,” he raises his hand up to tilt your chin up to him. “You look beautiful in the moonlight.”

   It didn’t matter that this was the nth compliment he’s ever given you. It still made you feel sheepish and small in his arms, but in a good way. Your body begins to feel warm as he leans forwards to kiss you. You melt and kiss him back.

  You get lost in the kiss, even as you feel his hand move from your face to your waist. You quickly tense up though, when you feel the hand move upwards under your shirt. Upon feeling your body going rigid, Ace pulls away to inspect your face. He swiftly removes his hand when he sees a bit of nervousness in your eyes. 

  “Sorry,” he mutters while trying to move away, but your hand on his stops him.

  “It...it’s fine. I-I want...,” you look away. You do want this, it’s just that such intimacy always made you a bit skittish. You’ve had very little relationships before, well, here, and even though you’ve had sex while in these relationships, you were always apprehensive the first time. There is a lot of trust that goes into it, and you always fear about that trust being broken. Not to mention the fact that the idea of trying to initiate sex made you feel embarrassed.

  “Do you want me to continue?” Ace asks. He moves his hand back to your face to stroke your cheek. You melt at the feeling.

  “Yes,” you breathe out. He nods before moving closer to you and resuming the kiss. His hand also goes back under your shirt. 

   The feeling makes you sigh, which gives Ace the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. As soon as it begins to dance with yours, you feel a familiar warmth spread in-between your legs, and you squeeze your thighs together in order to try and relieve it. 

   Next, you move your hands to remove  Ace’s hat and run your fingers through his hair. His hands work to hold you close to him and to grope your body underneath your clothes. Soon, he moves his hand to one of your breasts, squeezing it before moving under your bra to play with it properly.

   He then breaks the kiss with you, and moves his lips from yours to your jaw, and then your neck. The feeling of his facial hair scratching your neck makes you squirm and deepen your breathing. 

   Both of his hands are under your shirt and your bra now, groping both of your breasts and rolling your nipples in-between his fingers. the feeling causes you to pant and whine. You need to relieve the desire of having some sort of friction against your clothed, wet pussy. You move to try and straddle Ace, thinking that he was too distracted with sucking the most sensitive part of your neck, but you get pushed down to the ground and he moves to hover over you.

   “Aw, what’s wrong angel?” he smirks. You are now unable to even rub your thighs together as his legs are now preventing yours from closing. You let out a needy whine, hoping he’d take the hint. “Ah, use your words sweetheart.”

   “A-Ace...please...,” you whimper. Shame begins to eat away at you, preventing your desires to be voiced.

   “Please, what? Come on babydoll, tell daddy what you want,” you feel your pussy clench around nothing at that. You have to swallow your shame to get what you want.

   “Please...touch me, please,” your face feels like it’s on fire. Lucky, Ace decides to have mercy on you. He moves his hands from your shoulders to your shorts, undoing them.

   “There, that wasn’t too hard now, was it?” he smirks. As soon as your shorts are undone, you lift your hips up enough for him to pull them off along with your panties. You let out a squeak at the cool air hitting your sex, but still can’t close your legs thanks to Ace’s.

   He slowly moves one of his hands down your body towards the place you need it most. Unfortunately for you, it seems he wants to tease you even more, moving his hand from your lower abdomen to your thigh, and then squeezing it. Just as you are about to let out a frustrated huff, you gasp as Ace moves his hand from your thigh to run his fingers through your wet folds. 

   “God damn, you’re soaked. This all because of me, beautiful?” he taunts. All you can do is nod. You bite your lower lip to keep moaning too loud, especially as he begins stroking your clit.

   “Aw, come on, doll. Don’t you hide your pretty little voice from me,” he moves his head back to your neck. “Come on, let daddy hear you.”

   With that, he continues to suck onto the same spot on your neck he was sucking on before. This drags a shaky moan from your lips, which causes him to hum in satisfaction.

   After rubbing your clit and soaking his fingers in your slick, Ace decides to push one of his fingers inside of you. Your poor little clit didn’t get a break from his abuse, though, continuing to stroke it with his thumb, now. 

   You continue to moan at his ministrations of your body. The world of the Entity made it easy to forget that pleasure exists, but God was Ace helping you remember. Especially as he pushes another finger into your tight hole, scissoring them to help stretch you out. 

   It was all starting to be too much. Your cries grow in volume as you feel the familiar sensation like a coil tightening in your stomach. You try to form a coherent sentence to tell Ace about your approaching orgasm, but all that gets out is his name and your whimpers.

   “You gonna cum, angel? Huh? You wanna cum all over my fingers?” you nod desperately as a response, causing him to chuckle. “Go on, babydoll. Go ahead, I’ll be nice.”

    You continue to cry out, your moans building up and your toes beginning to curl. You throw your hands onto Ace’s shoulders in a frenzied attempt to find something to cling to, bracing yourself. That coil insides you gets tighter and tighter, until it finally snaps and you scream out in pleasure. Ace continues to stroke your clit and coo at you, working you through your orgasm. 

    Once you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers from your pussy to inspect them. They are completely drenched in your slick, even beginning to drip down to his palm. He smirks, before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking your juices from it, even moaning a bit as he does it. His actions make you squirm. You just came, and yet you’re getting turned on all over again.

    “Damn sweetheart, you taste amazing,” Ace groans out, before getting an idea. “Here, you wanna try?”

     He brings his hand close to your mouth, holding it out so you can see slick drip down the back of his hand. It felt like you weren’t even in control of your body as you lean up and drag your tongue upwards, lapping up whatever bit of your juices you could, a complete puppet to lust.  A dragged out “fuck” left  Ace’s lips at he watches you, wanting that little tongue of yours elsewhere. An event for another time.

     After cleaning his hand, he moves them to his belt, undoing and pulling it free from his pants. The sight hypnotizes you and causes you to roll your bottom lip in-between your teeth. To Ace, you looked absolutely adorable. You look all fucked out and he hasn’t even put his cock in you, yet. 

    As soon as he gets his pants undone, he pulls them down enough for his hard length to spring out. He hisses just as you did from the cool air hitting his dick. He clears his throat and begins stroking it slowly, making sure your eyes are on him. Of course they were, you are mesmerized by his hand slowly jerking himself off, even letting out a needy whine. You needed him inside of you, now.

   “You need something, babydoll?” Ace teases. Of course he wanted you to beg for it. 

    “F-Fuck...Ace...fuck me, please...,” you manage to get out in-between pants.

    “Aw, okay. Since you asked so nicely,” he brings his cock to your drenched lips and strokes it in-between them, lubing it up with your slick. 

     You cry from your still sensitive pussy being touched and from the tip of his dick catching your entrance.

     As soon as he felt that he was lubed up enough, Ace takes his length into his hand and lines it up to your wet little hole. Before pushing in though, he says your name, causing you to look up at him.

    “If it hurts too much, you’ll tell me, right? I promise I’ll stop,” his voice was now serious, wanting you to understand what he was saying. You look up at him and nod.

    “I will.”

     With that, Ace gently pushes the tip of his cock into your pussy and your hands go back to his shoulders as before. He pushes in a bit more until you cry out in pain, stopping the older man in his tracks.

    “Shit, you need me to stop?”

     You nod, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

     “Okay...okay. Just relax Y/N, I got you,” he moves his head to the crook of your neck to place kisses on every bit of skin he can get to, while one of his hands finds one of your breasts once more, this time dragging your shirt with it.

      You take deep breaths, trying to relax your body and focus on Ace’s kisses and touch. As soon as the pain begins to subside, you tug on his arm.

     “Ace...you c-can move now,” you pant.

     “You sure?”

     “Yeah.”

     Ace looks at your face to make sure you were ready, before continuing to push his dick all the way inside of you. As soon as his hips connect with yours, he stops to check on you.

    You whine at the feeling of being so full, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. You look into Ace’s eyes and shakily tell him to resume.

     He nods down at you, adjusting himself on his forearms and beginning to shallowly thrust into you. You rest your head on the dead grass underneath it and let out a breathy moan from the sensation. Seeing that you were clearly okay, Ace’s demeanor returns to the same teasing one he had before.

   “Fuck, you feel so good, angel. Mm, taking daddy’s cock so well.” 

    His words only add to the intoxicating feeling of his dick thrusting into you. It’s addicting, and you want more of it.

   “Ah...ha-ah! Ace...m-more, please!” if you were to listen to your voice back, you wouldn’t believe that it was you. Shy and quiet you who always loved to fade into the background, now moaning loudly on an older man’s cock.

  “Ha...yeah? You want more? Huh? My babydoll wants more?”

   You nod and moan out a desperate “please”. Ace grants you your wish, not only thrusting into your pussy harder, but faster too. God, he wants everything about this burned into his memory, not just the way you feel, but how you look too. Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes closed, and lips parted, letting out loud, needy moans. Oh yeah, he wants to have your noises burned into his mind as well.

    While continuing to thrust into you, he moves one of his hands down to your clit, stroking it with his thumb once more. You cry out at the added pleasure and arch your back upwards towards him, hands tightening on his shoulders and your hole tightening around his dick. That coil in your stomach had returned, and the tension in your gut was now growing from each thrust and stroke Ace was  delivering to your body. Fuck, you definitely weren’t going to last much longer.

   “Oh...mm-fuck! A-Ace-ha! Ah...‘m close!” you sob as white, hot pleasure flows through your veins.

   “Yeah? Yo-you wanna cum, huh? Go on, then-fuck! Cum all over daddy’s cock, angel,” he moans out, clearly getting closer to cumming himself according to his groans and thrusts becoming sloppy.

     Your toes begin to curl and tears of pleasure start to flow down your cheeks. Your moans become screams and your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Ace lets out a strangled “fuck” as you squeeze his dick, slowing his thrusts but not his assault on your clit, working you through your high as he did when he was fingering you. 

     You really didn’t want to come down from your high, especially when Ace started thrusting into you again, chasing his own orgasm. He only slows himself when he feels his cock twitch inside of you.

     “Oh f-fuck...where-mm!” he struggles to get out, but you understand what he’s asking.

     “I-In-oh God, Ace! In!”

     With that, you feel a warmth beginning to fill you as he moaned loudly, cumming deep inside of you. After that, he buries his face into your neck, the only sounds now being that of crickets, the lake, and both of your pants. You both feel exhausted but blissed out of your minds. 

     Eventually, Ace pulls out of you and rolls onto his back besides you. Fuck, that was amazing. Not only because he hasn’t had sex in a while because of, well, you know, but also because it was sex that wasn’t for the purpose of just scratching an itch. No, what you two just did was miles better.

     He turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is slowly going back to normal. He smiles at your sleepy expression and rolls onto his side to pull you to his chest. You let out a tired hum and nuzzle your face into Ace, while he rubs your back and holds you close.

   “Rest up, beautiful. You deserve it.”