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softmangoes · 9 months

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night visits | brahms heelshire x reader

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summary: you've been having trouble sleeping a month after you started working at the heelshire manor. it's time to figure out why.

includes: fem domme! reader, face sitting, teasing, a very subby and needy brahms

You felt it again. The hands. In the dream, they roamed over your body, tracing the curve of your shoulder, gliding over the smooth expanse of your abdomen, slowing only once they came to your inner thighs. You shuddered as icy fingers crept closer to the warmth there as if they wanted to gently pry you apart, make you pliable. What would happen, you wondered, if you were to spread your legs?

Before you could get an answer, your eyes snapped open to the emptiness of your room - which was quiet save for the usual rustling within the walls. In your groggy stupor, you realize that your blanket had been cast aside, leaving your legs bare to the cold winter air. Was the heater acting up again? You wondered, slightly annoyed. Sooner or later, you'd have to ask Malcom to find a way to get it checked.

But for now, you brought the covers over yourself and fell back asleep.

The dreams had started at the end of your first month at the manor. The Heelshires had just left for their vacation, telling you that they would be back soon once they had enough of the coastal air. By that time, you had just started to get used to the strange routine they had set for you, so your days would be spent lounging on the divan with a book in your hands as the sound of a piano floated from the record player across the room.

But on that first night, you could have sworn you felt someone touching your hair. It started out as a gentle prod, a delicate brush over the stray strands that had stuck to your cheek that soon turned into what felt like someone slowing running their fingers through your hair.

In the morning, you simply dismissed it as a dream. You were alone in the house, after all. Still, you squinted at yourself as you brushed your locks in front of the mirror.

It's an old house, you told yourself. Strange things happened all the time in old houses.

You looked at the doll sitting on the chair across the room. And this house was certainly no stranger to the unusual.

"Maybe it's sleep paralysis," your friend said, her voice crackly over the bad reception. "I used to get it all the time in college. I'd feel breathing on my neck and things trying to grab me."

Your eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. "You think so? I guess it makes sense - it's a little creepy being along without the old folks around," you said, tapping the spatula against your mouth. Malcom was due to stop by at any time with the weekly delivery of groceries and you still had to plan for dinner. "Well, what do I do, then?"

"You try to open your eyes," she said. "Or move your feet. It's your body that's asleep, so shifting yourself should wake you up."

Later that night, you kiss the doll to end your daily ritual.

"Good night, Brahms," you murmured, wrapping the blanket around him. "You better not be up to any trouble."

Maybe you were going crazy. Maybe it was sleep paralysis. Maybe it was all because you hadn't slept well in a while.

Whatever it was, sleep found you nestled in your blanket and took you easily.

Sometime, somewhere amid the realm that separated consciousness and slumber, you felt a hand slip between your thighs.

You stirred at the sensation of a palm sliding over your vulva and what felt like a thumb pressing against your clit.

Something strange was happening.

You opened your eyes slightly and saw the shape of a man outlined in the moonlight.

It's a dream, you thought, shutting your eyes. It's only a dream.

After a minute, the hand removed itself from your shorts and you heard a faint creaking and then the familiar rustling within the walls.

In the morning, you slid your hand under your panties and found yourself sticky with wetness.

"I don't know what's going on," you lamented, leaning back against the pillow. "For fuck's sake."

Your thoughts wandered to the man from your dream. His broad shoulders. The curls in his hair. His large hand grasping you, his cool fingertips pressing against your seam.

You had no idea if what you were going through was just a dream, but perhaps it could be your fantasy.

Slowly, your fingers moved through the slick and your core embered as you made gentle circles around your clit.

Perhaps moving for this job had been stressing you. Perhaps you weren't prepared for how weird this position turned out to be. Perhaps you were just in need of some sort of release.

"Fuck," you gasped as your hips bucked against your fingers. Your other hand fisted the sheets as your climax shuddered through you, sending little shocks from your clit to your thighs.

Satisfied, you rolled over and sighed, chest heaving from the exertion. Your eyes fell to a crack in the wall. In the back of your mind, you wondered whether or not you were truly alone.

Curious, you slipped your shorts back on and walked to the wall. You pressed your ear against the old plaster and heard the familiar creak of wood along with an exhalation that sounded a lot like breathing.

Smiling, you decided that you were going to try something new that night.

After you capped off your daily routine of taking care of the doll, you brought the covers over your chest and closed your eyes.

Instead of drifting off to sleep, you waited.

After a while, you heard a rustling sound come from near the dresser across the room and the creak of footsteps padding against the wooden floor.

There was a man in your room.

Fear would have been the expected emotion to come over you in such a situation, but you could only feel the static of anticipation dance across your skin.

His breathing was soft, as if muffled by something. Within just a few moments, you felt goosebumps prickle your arms as your blanket was moved aside, exposing you to the cool air.

You felt a weight shift the bed. He was trying to come closer to you - perhaps he was testing how bold he could be. Fingers tentatively slid beneath your shirt, feeling the expanse of your abdomen before settling to cup your bare breast.

You fought against an inhale at his touch and instead, you wrapped a hand around his wrist and opened your eyes to find yourself face to face with a porcelain mask.

Surprised, his eyes went wide and he let out a muffled yelp. You thought he would have fallen back to rush to whatever hole he had crawled out if you hadn't tightened your grip on his wrist and pulled him closer.

"More," you demanded. "I want you to touch me more."

You watched as his eyes flicked from your hand to your face as if nervous. A gulp resounded from his mask as he nodded quickly, squeezing your breast as you worked to unbutton your shirt.

"There," you said, the sides of your silk shirt draped haphazardly over your chest. "You like what you see?"

As if in reply to you, he moved closer to you. He was tall and strongly built, the fibers of his work shirt clinging to lean muscle. You figured that he could easily overpower you.

Maybe he would, if you told him to.

"Good boy," you said, shivering at his thumb grazing your nipple.

So this...must have been Brahms. The real Brahms. Somehow, you couldn't bring yourself to feel shocked. All you could feel was the hunger for him to lay his hands on you.

"Can I touch you?" You asked, looking at the soft curls that fell over his mask.

He paused before giving you another nod. You raised your hand and ran your fingers through his unruly curls, causing him to pant.

"Mmm," he rumbled, his eyes rolling back at the pleasure of your touch.

"You poor thing," you cooed, dragging your fingernails down the length of his nape. "How long have you been wanting this?"

With a swift motion, you wrapped your legs around him and flipped him onto his back. He gasped in surprise, his hands holding your thighs to steady him.

"How long, Brahms?" You pressed, raking a hand across his chest, eliciting another delicious groan from him. "Tell me."

"Ev-every night," he croaked, his voice hoarse with underuse. "Aft...after the first month."

With your palms pressed against his chest, you lowered yourself so that your face hovered just above his. His eyes, wild with shock, scanned you nervously.

"Every night," you said slowly, giving weight to each word. "I tucked you into bed. And for a month, you kept me from having a good night's sleep."

You moved to the shell of his left ear and whispered, "I'm going to take back everything you took from me. Do you understand?"

He nodded, this time even more quickly.

"Please," he said quietly, his eyes squeezed shut.

"First things first," you said, tucking your fingers underneath the edge of his mask. "I want to see more of you."

His hand curled around your wrist as he shook his head.

"Bad," he said, almost panicked. "Very bad."

"Don't you want to be good for me?" You teased, sliding a thumb across his smooth porcelain cheek. "A good little boy - just for me?"

"Mm," he said, his voice high with excitement. "Good," he continued, hooking his thumbs beneath his mask to lift it from his face. "Yes, good."

Malcom had told you that years ago, that there was a fire at the Heelshire house.

You saw the flames in the rippled scar tissue that was spread across the right half of Brahms' face.

"Bad?" He shook beneath you, eyes welling with tears. "I look...bad?"

"No," you said, cupping his scarred cheek. The silvery skin was smooth. Even with the burn, he was handsome. The soft curls. His bright eyes. The strong jawline. You brushed your mouth against his, feeling his warm breath on your face. "You've been a very good boy."

At your praise, he crushed his lips to yours - the action hungry and desperate as his wet tongue probed your mouth.

"Been," he panted in between breaths, bunching his hand in your hair. "I've been wanting to taste you."

You rocked your hips against his groin, causing him to moan against your mouth.

"Well?" You said, sinking your teeth at the hollow of his neck. "What do you think?"

"More," he gasped, his hands moving to the waistband of your shorts. "I want, ah, I want more of you."

Quickly, you slipped your shorts and underwear, tossing it aside.

Once you finally discarded your shirt, he marveled at the sight of your naked form.

"Please," he begged, his fingers pressing into your hips. His eyes were glazed with desire. "I want to...taste you."

Not wanting to deny him, you lifted yourself so that your thighs hovered above his face.

"Thank you," he said, his strong arms wrapping around you before pulling your pussy to his mouth.

You grabbed the headboard for stability as his cold tongue desperately lapped at your clit. When you tried to pull away, shuddering at the intensity of his hunger, Brahms only tightened his hold on you.

"I want," he stammered against your wetness. "I want you to, ah, say...say my name."

"Fuck," you grabbed his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.

He groaned, his tongue exploring your slit. Thighs shaking, you had his name pressed against your teeth.

"Brahms," you whined, fucking yourself against his tongue. "I need more."

"Mm," he nodded as he traced small circles around your clit, your core tightening as the climax shuddered through you.

You moaned his name, thighs twitching with aftershocks until you leaned back and fell over beside him.

Next to you, he wiped at the slick on his face and licked it off his fingers, relishing the taste of you.

After a moment, he rolled to face you.

"The sounds you made," he murmured, hands roaming to your thighs. "So pretty," he continued, making the pads of his fingers wet with your honey. "Let me hear them."

You gasped as he slid two fingers into your warmth, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate him. It had been a long time since you had been touched like this, and all you could do was rock against him, your body still sensitive from the orgasm you had a few minutes earlier.

"Brahms," you clawed at his shirt, panting. "I want to make you feel good."

"Okay," he said softly, leaning back against the bed.

"Take off your shirt," you directed. Obediently, he slipped off his cardigan and top, revealing a lean chest covered in dark, curly hair.

"Cute," you said, straddling him, feeling the length of his excitement against your thigh.

"You think...I'm cute?" He blushed, raising a hand to cover his face.

It was so strange to think that he was almost frightening earlier this night, but so pliable for you now.

"So cute," you took his hand away from his face so you could kiss him deeply, your hips rocking slowly against his.

Against your mouth, he whimpered at the friction.

"It feels good," he groaned. The sound of it was almost guttural, like a growl. "More," he begged. "Please." He dug his fingers into your hips, grinding you against his cock.

"Brahms," you took his hands in yours. "Be a good boy and take the rest off."

With a nod, he slipped off his pants, revealing a rock-hard erection.

"Oh," you said, marveling at the size of it. "What a pretty thing." You teased, rubbing the tip along your seam. "Can you feel how wet I am for you?"

"Please," he panted, almost whining. "I'll be good. Just...let me take you."

You groaned as his head met your slick clit. "But you're being so good for me right now," you told him, bracing yourself against his chest as you teased him near your entrance.

"Please!" He cried, taking your hips and slamming you against his cock.

You gasped at the length of him, but you could barely brace yourself as he started bucking into you hard.

"I've been bad," he said, wrapping an arm around you to secure you to his body. His breath was hot against your chest as he bounced you.

"But I can be good for you," he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it gently as he worked at it with his tongue.

"Brahms," you moaned, grabbing his curls as he fucked you relentlessly.

"I want you," he licked. "I want you all to myself." His arms tightened around you.

You couldn't help but churn your hips against his. Fuck, it felt good.

You bit your lip as your core tightened. You were about to come.

"Kiss me," he growled, and you brought your mouth to his as the climax rocked through the both of you. Thighs shaking, you could feel him twitch inside of you.

With a sigh, he loosened his hold on you and you leaned against his chest.

"Was I...good?" He asked once his breathing began to slow, his voice quiet.

"Did I do good for you?"

You gave him a peck on the cheek - although from the look on his face, it seemed like he wanted more.

"It was amazing," you told him.

Eyes wet with tears, he wrapped his arms around you. "D-don't ever l-leave me," he said. "I don't...ever want you to leave me."

"Shush," you pressed a finger to his lips. "I don't know where you got that idea," you said, bringing your mouth to his neck. "I think I'd like to have you to myself for a long time."

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x you #the boy 2016 fanfic #slasher fic #this is my first smut ever so i hope it's ok??#also i absolutely adore this needy creepy boy ugh i just want to ruin him #anyway pls enjoy this very self indulgent piece #no beta we die like men #my writing

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gremliinsart · 3 months

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Your bubble propoganda came in the form of putting him in a letter with cute decor, glitter, stickers, stamps, and cursive, and slipping him under my door.

I grieve the timeline where you never drew Carnival Bubble. I would be absolutely DEVASTATED if he never made it in the au... IM SO SORRY IVE COME TO LOVE HIM SO MUCH... CAINE WOULD N O T BE THE FUCKING SAME IN HIS WRITING WITH OUT HIM.

Wehehe 💖💖 I gave you an offer you couldn't refuse >:3

It always makes me happy seeing people in the comments going "BUBBLE IS SO CUTE!!" Everytime I see a drawing of Carnival Bubble I kick my feet and giggle and point and go "Ahaha! I did that!" It always brightens my day UwU

I have partly to thank my sibling who encouraged me to DIY my own Carnival Bubble after I was in shambles to see my favorite little guy missing from the line up

Anyway enough rambling I'M EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU DO WITH THEM I KNOW YOU GOT SOMETHING PLANNED I KNOWWWW 🫵

BUBBLE LOVERS REJOICE!! WE'RE IN THE GOOD TIMELINE!! YIPPIE!!

#Listen I'm of the opinion that if your au doesn't have Bubble then WHAT'S 👏 THE 👏 POINT 👏/j #...or am I #I'm glad you came to love them as much as I do because tbh they were a very self indulgent design #listen it's my brand at this point. I see something that could use more pink and hearts and I do it!!#I'm such a lovecore ass bitch what can I say?#and again I'm always a sucker for a main character with a little buddy who's their best friend 💖#Caine deserves a little guy who follows him around and shows him funny cat videos on YouTube ok?#sits in his lap like a dog and talks about the history of cotton candy y'know?

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foxceus · 4 months

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post-indigo disk team that is real TO ME.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #scarvio #the indigo disk #trainer kieran #terapagos #lycanroc #hydrapple #porygon-z #furret #dragonite #don't worry about the feasibility of it....... it's ok. it's cute.#also i say he gets a dusk lycanroc it suits him so well.... i will go to the grave saying this.#please see my vision...#this is purely hc and very self indulgent i am sorry u_u #my art

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a-dumbo-octopus · 6 months

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Someone's got a few too many secrets...

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cfcreative · 3 months

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You want to know my absolute biggest self-indulgent post BG3 headcanon?

Maybe five, ten years down the line, Gale (after he’s spent a great deal of time researching immortality and ways to undo Astarion’s vampirism) and Rolan (when he has truly mastered Ramazith’s tower and the knowledge within), are able to offer Aylin and Isobel a way to equitably split Ayln’s immortality. After all, Kethric was able to tap into Aylin’s powers to keep himself alive after he should have died many times over, and Lorrroakan seemed convinced he could also use Aylin for such purposes.

However, this technique cannot make them both immortal. What it does is make Aylin’s life incredibly long, but finite, and gives Isobel a lifespan to match it. Aylin maintains most of her divine abilities, but she has to be more careful because they’re not sure she will resurrect the way she used to, or what effect her dying might have on Isobel’s life, tied to Aylin’s in this magical way.

Selúne makes no apparent protest over her daughter becoming mortal. Perhaps when she sent Aylin to Moonrise all those years ago she knew what awaited her daughter there—the joy and the suffering. Perhaps some of her divinatory abilities had given her a glimpse of a silver haired half-elf cleric centuries before she brought Aylin into being. Perhaps all along she knew that another, dark-haired half-elf would also need Aylin’s guidance.

If any of this is true, the Moonmaiden keeps her own counsel about it.

Several centuries later, people visiting Baldur’s Gate comment how every the monuments for the heroes of the netherbrain crisis are so well maintained compared to some of the others. Locals tell them that every couple years or so a pair of women pass through and clean them up, cast warding spells, and lay flowers.

“They always do it in the dead of night, but it’s always under the light of the full moon… they’re not the best at hiding, those two,” the proprietor of the inn nearest the monuments will explain if asked.

Once, when he’s explaining this to a curious couple at the bar, a woman stands up at a nearby table to declare, “DAME AYLIN DOES NOT HIDE, DAME AYLIN PAYS TRIBUTE TO HER COMRADES UNDER THE FULL EYE OF HER MOTHER, OUR LADY OF—”

Her companion gently touches her arm to stop her, and says “Sorry. We’ll take the check when you’re ready.”

#I just want the Moon Lesbians in every game set in Faerún for the rest of time OK?#Love at first sight always feels fated #but when one of your mothers is a goddess with divinatory magic suddenly that takes on a new spin #Dame Aylin and Isobel deserve to have several millenia together #they can grow very very very very slowly old together #If Kerthric and Lorroakan can do it #Then Gale and Rolan can do it BETTER #aylin x isobel #dame aylin #isobel thorm #Headcanon #baulders gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #self-indulgent headcanon

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asmobeuses · 7 months

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Kissing him

Kissing him is akin to putting yourself under lock and key. He won't let go of you once you start. The way he gets drunk off your lips seems unhealthy, but it's quite the opposite.

Coming home to you waiting for him, lips plump and ready to envelop his own is a key factor in your relationship and one of the many reasons why he's so deeply in love with you.

When you kiss, the world seems to fade away for both of you, leaving you overwhelmed by the other's lips. Your senses are heightened, and every touch is electric, leaving you breathless.

Kissing him is like floating on cloud nine. There simply is no better feeling.

Give him gentle, lingering kisses. He'll be whipped for sure. (Not that he wasn't already)

Give him teasing, irksome kisses. He may come back feeling a little vindictive, but hey! It was worth the little pout on his face when you pulled away.

"Your kisses are better than medicine!" Tell him to stay in his current profession, the medical field wouldn't go too well for him. He swears your kisses have magical healing powers. Ones that immediately make him feel better, no matter the ailment.

GOJO, Itadori, Yuuta - DAZAI, atsushi, RANPO, Chuuya, Tachihara, NIKOLAI - ITTO, Kaeya, CHILDE - DENJI - SAMPO, Jing Yuan - BACHIRA (idk blue lock very well I'm sorry) - Your faves

M.list <— if you enjoy my silly works, I have more here!

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ministarfruit · 1 year

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day 24: “got into your nerd activity because I love you” ♡

(prompt list for femslashfeb)

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cyancees · 3 months

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another one of my dnd characters from a diff campaign :) sea elf thief

#his names auvan #dnd sea elf #dnd rogue #dnd #dnd character #art #mine #fanart #oc #auvan #now THIS is a very self-indulgent davecore character #i tried to go less predictable with viktor so with this one i was like ok now for MY truth

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sunnibits · 2 months

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loving reminder as someone who struggles with food: you are allowed to add joy to your food. you are allowed to add a little joy even if it’s a tiny thing, something silly or something weird. you are allowed to do it whenever you want, as many times as you want. anything that makes food easier and more enjoyable for you is worth it!! it’s your food, you can decide what to do with it!! you can add rainbow sprinkles to your ice cream. you can cut your food into little heart shapes. you can pack your snacks into cute little bento boxes. it is not pointless or childish, it is an effective and active coping tool that you are allowed to use.

give yourself a little joy. the little things add up.

#even if it’s just a teeny tiny thing it’s sooo helpful to get just a little bit of excitement out of ur meal!!#you are allowed to do it!! if it’s ’pointless’ then what’s the point in denying yourself from it??#I’m being so serious like. put stickers on your air fryer. put your meals into cute containers even if you don’t need them.#cut your food up into little cute pieces if you have the spoons for it. buy yourself Dino nuggies.#try to have at least one thing to look forward to in every meal even if it’s just a little piece of candy #just!! change things up!! be self indulgent!!! you are worth it and anything that helps you be healthy is worth it!!!#there are no rules!!!! you are allowed to be kind to yourself!!#anyways. don’t mind my rambling. I’m just trying to romanticize my own struggles rn #and it’s genuinely been very interesting to learn what helps and how my brain works!!!#idk I just think about it a lot. it means a lot to me rn.#also before anyone tells me I piss on the poor. obviously my experiences are not universal and will not apply to everyone #things that work for me might not work for you and that’s ok!! I wish you luck I love u!!!#tw ed #just a teensy implication #gem don’t look #arfid

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crowtechs · 1 year

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as someone whos so down bad over hand holding or hand touches or literally anything like that

imagine your f/o always holding your hand, or playing with your fingers, or doing that thumb rub on your knuckles to try to calm you down or use as a distraction tactic. imagine your f/o kissing at your fingertips or kissing your knuckles, or doing that cliche kiss of the hand. or them sandwiching your hand into theirs to keep them warm or to reassure you of things are ok in their own way. or, doing pinky promises.

#im absolutely feral about this #hand touches are very special to me #they mean a lot to me ok #selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #self ship community #selfship community #selfship imagine #selfship imagines #self ship imagine #self ship imagines #f/o x you #f/o x s/i #f/o x self insert #f/o imagine #f/o imagines #this is purely self indulgent

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z0r0z · 1 year

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Modern AU: Sometimes weed can get you feeling a certain way, no matter where you are. After sharing a joint with you at a house party, Ace just can't help himself ♡

IM BACK! Finally posting another full fic, I haven't posted one this long since that Law fic and that feels like absolutely ages ago. I've had the idea for this one for a while but was hesitant to write it, after getting some support on it I decided to do it anyway. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think ♡

Content: afab fem reader, intoxication (weed, some alcohol), pet names, teasing, kinda exhib, f*ngering, clitstim, piv, creampie, praise

Word count: 2709

‘Help me light this, babe.’

As you were sat on the couch in your boyfriend’s lap, back against his broad chest, he brought a neatly rolled joint delicately to your lips. His free hand fumbled around his pocket for a second as it searched for a lighter, before his muscular arm snaked beneath yours and rested on your chest. Fingers brushed your lips, and you parted them slightly, allowing Ace to place the joint between them as the scrape and flicker of the lighter rang through your hazy mind.

This house party had been winding down for a while, and what better way to end it than getting high? A smattering of drunken partygoers remained, some outside chatting, and others borderline passed out on the couch- in fact, you and Ace seemed to be the only people who were still conscious in this room. The effect of the drinks you’d had was fading by now but lingered just enough to leave you both feeling a little giddy.

As he brought the lighter to the tip of the joint you carefully sucked, dragging the flame through the paper and igniting the bud inside. You took a few generous tokes and inhaled deeply, turning your head back to cheekily blow the smoke into Ace’s face.

‘Damn.’ He murmured as he shifted to take a hit himself, his hand gripping around your fleshy hips and squeezing tight. ‘That was kinda really fucking hot.’ Everything that just happened sent signals straight to his dick. Anything could be sexy if it was you doing it, and the sweet taste of your lip gloss lingering on the roach had him feeling a certain way. He could get horny so easily sometimes, and his intoxicated mind couldn’t help but wander.

You smirked to yourself before playing the innocent act, shifting around in his lap and rubbing up against him in just the right way, feigning obliviousness as you gently reached for the spliff in his fingers. ‘Was it?’ You cooed, looking back to meet his gaze and taking a few more puffs. He watched on almost in a trance as you blew smoke from your tempting lips, and the sensation of his cock twitching beneath you rewarded your efforts.

As you tapped the thick ash into the tray he snatched the joint back, sighing as he smoked some more. He looked so hot right now, his heavy eyes and relaxed smile almost a blur in the smoke and diffused light. The way his masculine fingers gently held the joint, resting his head back as he released the smoke from his lips; you wanted him right now just as equally as he wanted you.

‘I know you know what you’re doing.’ He rested the smouldering spliff in the tray and his large hands grappled around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. His black locks tickled against your skin, and his lips came closer to your ear. ‘Keep that up and I might just fuck you right here, princess.’ Those hands on your waist began to creep up your shirt, stopping just above your navel as he awaited your reaction.

‘I dare you. Bet you won’t.’ You giggled, playing into his competitive nature. Despite your brazen attitude your eyes darted around the room-everyone in here was practically unconscious, and it didn’t seem like the folks in the yard were coming inside anytime soon. Everyone’s fucked. No one will care anyway.

Your statement extricated a low growl from Ace, his restless hands seizing your breasts and kneading your soft flesh. ‘You’re just saying that ‘cos you know I will.’ His finger and thumb took your hardening nipples between them, rolling them beneath your shirt as you let out a quiet whine.

‘Mm. Perhaps.’ You mumbled, the weed taking effect and making every sensitive spot just that much more reactive than usual. As you easily grew lost in pleasure, lips trailed from your ear to your neck, leaving gentle bites and little kisses before hovering at the base and sucking hard on your skin.

He completed his mark with a firm bite and a soft kiss, the tip of his tongue swiping the length of your neck before his lips landed at your ear, teeth taking a tug at your lobe. ‘Dare accepted.’ He sordidly growled, squeezing your taut nipples hard and making you surprisedly squeak. Every sound he got out of you added fuel to the fire between his legs and you felt his cock grow beneath you, hardening as you released your feeble moans.

It was impossible to resist grinding against him, parting your legs slightly to allow friction against your needy sex. Somatic grunts buzzed from Ace’s chest as you rubbed up against him, still delightfully lost in the way his fingers worked your breasts. You turned back and your eyes locked for a split second before you were crashing into a sloppy kiss, raising your hand to rest it on his sharp jaw.

Your lips moved perfectly in sync, so familiar with each other, and you allowed yours to slip open to permit his wandering tongue entry. He had the lingering earthy flavour of weed in his mouth, and it combined with your fruity lip gloss to create a surprisingly enjoyable taste. One of his hands slid down your body, finding its way beneath your short skirt as the other stayed focused on your breast. It palmed your needy heat through your panties, and you released a desperate whimper.

He broke the kiss to speak, resting his forehead against yours, ‘You’re so wet for me, princess.’ His finger delicately traced lines across your slit, sending flutters through your sensitised pussy. Every sensation felt that much more intense when you were crossfaded like this, and you knew that was the case for him too, grazing your plush ass up and down his erection, listening carefully to his subtle, low groans. A single digit homed in on your covered clit, making firm circles over the sensitive spot. The little moans you were making earlier grew more raucous, a sharp inhale slipping as he worked your pussy. Even through your panties his touch could effortlessly send pleasurable waves through your core.

‘God, you’re so fucking sensitive.’ He practically sang with strung out lust, fuelled by the desire to witness just how sensitive you truly were, ‘Take these off for me, cutie.’ His fingers adjusted to play with your panty line and his soft lips returned to your neck, releasing a muffled groan. The slutty nature of having you willingly remove your own panties with all these people around was a delectably lewd concept to him. You shifted to slide your sodden panties down your legs and a watery string of arousal followed, trailing your inner thigh and rendering you a sticky, wet mess.

When they slipped over your feet you held the undergarment in your hand, but not for long before Ace lazily plucked them from your grip. He admired them for a second, how absolutely drenched they were, before scrunching them up and uncaringly tossing them aside.

‘Those are gonna be a fun surprise for… whoever it is that lives here.’ He uttered nonchalantly, not allowing you a second to think before grappling a bulky hand around your knee, spreading your leg up and open. If anyone woke up or walked in here, they’d be totally unable to miss your glistening, sopping pussy, spread wide and entirely on display. They’d also see Ace’s other hand snaking to your wet heat, index finger targeting your engorged clit with careful, tight circles.

You threw your head back against his shoulder as lurid mewls slipped from your lips, soon muffled by another turbulent kiss. Your clit was so sensitised now that you were stoned, and his lazy yet precise movements sent a quivering surge through your body. As he increased the pressure you began to jitter in his lap, and you felt the tempting size of his cock as it twitched against your ass, prodding you through his trousers.

‘Mhn… Ace.’ You heatedly whimpered through the kiss, needily bucking your hips against his now dewy fingers. A wet spot on his pants grew where you sat as your warm arousal pooled beneath you. ‘More…’

Your eyes opened, meeting the satisfied smirk that grew across his freckled face. Two thick fingers carefully slipped into your eager hole, slowly reaching their base as you sucked them in with ease. ‘Fuck, look how well you took those, princess.’ He unrestrainedly groaned, utterly pleased with how unashamedly turned on you were.

As you looked down his broad fingers began to rhythmically pump in and out of you, exacerbating the soused mess between your legs. His thumb focused to your swollen clit and you suddenly moaned as his touch surged through your body. With every curl of his fingers, he massaged the sweet spot- he knew exactly where your buttons were and just the right way to press them to have you begging for more. Your body rocked into his fingers, keeping up with their rhythm as he quickened the motion until you could only tremble in his lap.

Just his fingers felt so good, and your unchaste mind desired something bigger. His fingers fucked into you so easily and you both knew you were ready for more, but Ace liked to indulge himself; he loved to tease and always found immense enjoyment in toying with you first. A familiar fuzzy feeling built in your abdomen, and you grew close to your release, your high and heated state making it almost impossible to hold it back as you chased your orgasm on his hand.

‘Not so fast, babe.’ He purred against your ear, warm breath tickling your sensitised skin. The recognisable clench and twitch of your pussy around his skilled digits, the heightening moans that you grew unable to hold back, it all told him that you were about to cum, and he abruptly slid them out. ‘If you’re gonna cum, I’ll fuck it out of you.’

As his hands left you, you instinctively whined at their absence. They shifted below you and you raised your body slightly, allowing him access to his zipper. When he unfastened the closure he tugged his pants down just enough to release his throbbing member, it fatedly slapping against your ass as it sprang free. Brawny hands made their way back to your body, settling at your waist before lifting you up, sedulously placing your needy entrance over his engorged tip as a heated groan rumbled from his chest.

His head from behind came to rest his chin on your shoulder again, soft hair caressing your ear as he left ticklish, besotted kisses in the crook of your neck. Though you tried desperately to move your body, to finally have his cock inside you, his strong hands kept you held in place, teasing your pussy with only a centimetre of his tip. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but the urge to tease was unwavering despite his hazed state.

‘Be patient, princess.’ He whispered in your ear, allowing your body to sink onto his cock at an achingly slow rate, inch by inch. Even like this he still had the willpower to be a teasing bastard. It felt like you were going insane as his thick cock stretched you open at an absolute snail’s pace; you’d say or do anything right now if it meant he’d fuck you properly.

‘Just fuck me!’ The words slipped from your lips louder than you had intended and you covered your disobedient mouth with your hand. Your vision flitted around the room, checking in on the hopefully still unconscious partygoers who remained nearby. It was a good thing you covered your mouth, because with your declaration he let your body drop and his hips jutted, slamming his entire length into you as a muffled, relieved cry buzzed into your hand. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers dipping into your soft flesh as he thrusted up into you with deep grunts.

‘Couldn’t say no to you, cutie.’ He murmured breathily against your neck as you fell back against his sculpted chest. You reached back to grab his shoulder, supporting yourself as you bounced on his cock. His hand went wandering once again and lifted your shirt up high, fully exposing your tits before taking a rough handful of one. ‘You look so fucking pretty right now, you know that?’

You could only mumble some incoherent babble as your mind went completely blank, focused only on how his dick caressed your sensitive insides. Your legs were trying to cave as pleasure radiated through your body, muscles already weakened by the weed, and you grappled the arm of the couch as you shakily tried to keep up with his pace. He steadily pounded up into you, allowing you to take him whole with every thrust, your plump ass colliding against his pelvis each time.

‘Such a fuckin’ good girl.’ He cooed through heavy breaths, praising your effort to keep bouncing on his dick despite your weakening body. His hand slinked from your breast back to your hips, taking a firm grip and alleviating you from some of your struggle, strong hands lifting you up and down his reddened member. Fingers dug into your squishy flesh, surely hard enough to leave a bruise later, alongside the trail of pinkish marks on your neck.

Your juices puddled at the base of his cock as you lazily rode him. A wet, lurid squelch resonated around the room between your muffled mewls as you peered through your blurred eyelids, seeking assurance that no one had been awoken by the indecent sounds. It was a truly explicit scene, your bare breasts exposed as you sat atop of your boyfriend, letting him fuck you in someone else’s living room without a care for potential witnesses- Ace had even left your sodden underwear somewhere as a ‘thank you’ gift.

‘Aaace…’ You moaned through your hand, finding a final burst of energy as you approached your orgasm, riding him at a quickening pace as your sopping pussy clenched around him. Your legs began to twitch, shocks travelling through your spine as his cock perfectly brushed your g-spot with every thrust.

‘Let it all out, princess.’ He purred through unrestrained grunts. His words drove you over the edge and the fuzzy feeling that had been building in your core exploded, rushing through your whole body. You jittered and writhed, your high state making you cum that much harder than usual. The clench of your pussy as it continued to engulf his throbbing member, almost milking his cock, was a heavenly sensation, and a masculine moan rumbled from his lips. ‘Just like that.’

Symphonic moans buzzed into your hand, your hips bucking against him as you came on his dick. He soon followed, ushered by your reactions and the way your warm insides clenched around him, his member pulsating inside you before releasing his hot seed. His grip on your hips weakened, arms shifting to wrap around your waist and pulling you close against him as your juices lewdly combined, your bodies still attached as his twitching cock remained inside you.

The two of you caught your breath for a moment despite the imminent threat of being caught. His head rested in the crook of your neck and his warm breath caressing your skin brought your mind back down to earth, hastily pulling your shirt over your exposed breasts as though you weren’t still sitting on top of his dick in a pool of cum.

‘How are we gonna clean this up?’ You concernedly asked, looking back at him and being greeted by his blissful expression as his broad chest rose with heavy breaths.

‘I don’t know babe.’ Half-lidded eyes met your gaze and his hand reached for the nearby ashtray, picking up the joint that’d triggered this whole event, somehow still smouldering. He took an unbothered hit of it, blowing the smoke upwards from his lips before bringing the spliff to yours, letting you take a few puffs. A cocky grin grew across his face as he placed an affectionate kiss on your cheek, ‘You’ll just have to lick it all up for me.’

#one piece smut #portgas ace smut #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece ace #one piece x you #ace smut #ace x reader #ironic how i wrote this after i quit smoking LMAO #anyway if this flops im ok with that this is basically a self insert fic. very self indulgent djsjkljdkjfksz #portgas d. ace

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For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.

Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.

Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?

Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.

Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.

Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.

But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.

#mithrun dungeon meshi #mithrun #mithrun of the house of kerensil #mithrun's brother #dungeon meshi #this is so self-indulgent #because we don't know who or what kind of person mithrun's brother was #but he definitely cared for mithrun (more than their own parents probably)#and i can imagine the anguish of having the responsibility of serving the canaries #be placed on your brother instead of you because of your physical condition #then to make things worse #your brother comes home barely alive and not the person he was and when u ask #no one wants to answer you #then there's the anguish of helping him getter better; wondering if he'll get better #he does #in a way #and the first thing mithrun asks of his brother is 'i want to go back to the canaries'#there is no way mithrun's brother heard that and said 'ok' while smiling #that man would've gone into a hysterical fit just trying to tell mithrun that he was lucky enough to have survived #but he has to let mihrun go #mithrun's brother is probably weeping with joy learning that the canaries have disbanded #only to learn that his brother is staying in a tallman kingdom to slay monsters #he's still very conflicted about that #id say

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