#✧.*isla. grimoire

[kenuis]

He’s So Mean!

mean dom! Toji x fem reader.

600 Words of toji being a dick.

Cw: use of a fleshlight in an unconventional way, mean dom!toji, edging (honestly this whole drabble is edging), mention of being bound, pussy smacks, uhhh, unedited and not beta’d

Literally got this idea off of @rinitxshi ‘s toji though. Ily babe enjoy 🫠

Affiliated with @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!”

Torture. This is pure torture.

Its’s your own fault really. You shouldn’t have made him mad. You’ve just been so bratty lately and today was just the tipping point. You’re too far gone at this point, not even sure what you’re apologizing for as you tug at the binds that secure your wrists above your head.

“Poor baby.”

His voice is rough with arousal, dripping like sinful shadows from his scarred mouth. Something in you clenches and you nod, squirming under his gaze. He’s only indulged you in soft touches, barely there brushes of his fingers over your dripping folds.

They’re swollen, puffy with want and desire. It’s sick and sadistic how he takes pleasure in the way it looks painful, your clit peeking out. It’s twitching, desperate for attention.

Desperate for his attention.

“Bad girls don’t deserve to get rewarded do they?”

You shake your head, another hiccup leaving your chest. What makes it even worse is he’s stroking his cock right in front of you, and you’re unable to do anything about it. You can’t reach out and touch, you can’t take him in your mouth. You’re stuck at his mercy, hips bucking and seeking his attention that he refuses to give you.

“You gonna be good for me from now on?”

You nod, trying not to whine as he circles your clit lightly with the tip of his finger. “Yes! I promise! Toji please! Please!”

“I don’t believe you.” His tone is harsh, words sharp as he lands a hard smack to your cunt. The sound is jarring, clear and loud with a wet squelch as your slick sticks to his hand. Tears race down your cheeks, a choked sob leaving your lips. He leans down, nose barely brushing yours.

Something hard makes its way between your legs, plastic running through your folds. It’s cold against your wet heat, and your lashes flutter, because it’s more relief than he’s given you in hours. Your teeth dig into your swollen lips, already raw and sensitive from how many times you’ve dug your teeth into them.

The stretch of something entering you burns, considering the only touch you’ve had today were teasing ones. Ones that make you buck your hips and search for friction. He’s just so mean.

“Now that… that is a sight pretty enough to maybe convince me to forgive you.”

Looking down you choke on air. He’s inserted a flashlight inside of you, plastic sheathing around it and all. A strange sense of panic floods your veins as he rubs the tip of his leaking cock against it. A chuckle rumbles up his chest at the horror in your eyes.

“Bad girls don't deserve my cock.”

He thrusts so brutally into the flesh light that you scream, feeling the thrust up into your lungs. Your chest cracks open with conflicting emotions and you sob, hiccuping and kicking your legs.

You can’t cum like this. It’s not fair. You can’t feel the ridges of his cock, the way the prominent vein on the underside rubs against your insides. You can’t feel any of it and it shatters you as much as it turns you on. Guilt and lust swirl in the pit of your stomach and your pussy clenches around hard plastic. It’s not enough, you need to feel him inside of you, raw like every time before.

“Ohh poor baby. Miss my cock don’t ya?”

Unable to speak outside of a small hiccup you nod.

“Too bad. Now take what I give ya, and if you’re lucky maybe I’ll let you cum.”

[cfaugust]

❛❛   gara macleod .  ❜❜   ― 🥀 ― loading files…  

BASICS.

full name : gara isla macleod

name meaning :

gara : scottish | “short or little woman”

isla : scottish | “island”

macleod : scottish | “son of leòd”

nicknames : n/a

alias : n/a

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : march 20, 1791

age : 233

zodiac : pisces

place of birth : killin, loch tay, scotland

accent : scottish

languages : english, latin, archaic latin, gaelic

occupation : n/a

species : witch (natural)

powers/abilities : witch (natural) physiology

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : madelaine petsch

height : 5′5″

eye color : brown

hair color : ginger

dominant hand : right handed

glasses : no

MEDICAL.

mental : tba

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : astute, resilient, captivating

negative traits : self-serving, narcissistic, mendacious

hobbies : developing her magic, crafting new spells and potions, traveling, collecting and restoring ancient grimoires, collecting magical artifacts

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

unknown; father

rowena macleod; mother

siblings :

fergus "crowley" macleod; older half-brother

spouse : n/a

children : n/a

pets : n/a

ADDITIONAL INFO.

quick facts :

coming soon.

feel free to ask me anything, as this is a work in progress.

biography :

born to the infamous rowena macleod and an unknown father towards the end of the 18th century (1791), gara was a natural born witch just like her mother. unlike crowley, she had a fairly good relationship with the witch. something she attested to her own magical talents. they did, however, have disagreements when it came to the realm of a moral compass. where rowena wasn't above getting her hands dirty in order to gain more power, the girl was simply driven by a desire to survive. thus a deal was struck. gara wouldn't meddle in her mother's business, so long as she agreed not to use her daughter as pawn. they've never gone back on it, and their relationship has never been better

CONNECTIONS. (adoptable affiliated ocs)

connection : details. ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

connection : details. ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[benlongoria]

Monster: Hind of Lacaddaja “At some point I had wandered away from my family, despite their warnings. I could still see and hear them, so I figured I was safe. There was this lone deer, a buck. I didn't want to scare him off, so I froze in place and just watched him. Eventually he looked up and noticed me standing there. When he did he smiled. Like a person. I could see the white of his teeth. Then he stood up and waved with hands instead of hooves. It took me a moment to process it; I had never seen one of them before. When I realized what he was, I ran back to my parents. I never told them. I told my sister much later when we were on Isla Cielo. If I had told her earlier, she would have told my parents. But really it was just so hard to believe. I see it sometimes in my dreams, standing there, on two feet, waving.” -The Comet (Hello Defiant) Find a copy here ➡️ https://www.searosspub.com/hello-defiant • | | | | #myth #mythology #occult #occultart #supernatural #horror #horrorart #horrorfiction #books #bookart #bookillustration #illustration #pendrawing #creature #creatures #creatureconcept #scary #monsters #monsterart #bestiary #lovecraftian #necronomicon #grimoire #fantasy (at Stone Oak) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChKqnC_uhNS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gojosatoruwifey]

Isekai’d in Black Clover

✑ Happy Valentines Day to everyone!!  ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) This is not a request but as a celebration for today’s occasion, I decided to wrote this and also as a self-indulgment fic. Now, now, I would not be long  (◕▽◕✿) I hope you will like these special bouquet of red roses from Cupid Geru ଘ(੭ ˘ ᵕ˘)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟᵕ꒳ᵕ~

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You thought you’re dreaming.

If you told anyone from your world that this happened, no one would believe you.

Who would think that you will be reincarnated to the manga you’ve read before you sleep?

Laying to the peridot grass as it tickles your skin, sun warming against your figure as your e/c eyes stared at the endless blue above you. Your mind drifted from your last memory before you woke up to the other world. Is it because you drink too much coffee? You’re not sleep deprived nor sick. Your day passed as usual like a game routine; wake up, bath, work, go home, relax and read some manga and manhwa then sleep. You’re perfectly fine.

What caused you to reincarnate here?

In Black Clover?

You sighed heavily. The chilling wind embracing you as you continue to ponder why you’re in the world of Black Clover. After two days of waking up and observing the people around you, you’re convinced that you’re indeed in the world where Asta, the MC, lives but the difference is, you aren’t in the Clover Kingdom.

Instead, you’re in the country that is the epitome of ‘abundance’ & ‘rich’.

Ace Empire.

And you’re the Empress.

As if it’s a cue to a theatre play, a voice that you’ve grown familiar with during your stay called your title.

“Your Majesty!” A woman in her middle age approaches you with her elegant uniform dress as her maroon hair is styled into a low bun. “Please be mindful of your behavior! There is an envoy sent by the other kingdom and will be arriving at the Capital just after an hour of your lunch.”

Ah, yes. The Heart of the Ace Empire, the Sapphire Capital.

According to your visit to the library and to avoid the suspicion that their former Empress is no longer here, you decided to study the Empire and its location is in the southeast part of the world. It was such a shame that you didn’t find the map of the Four Kingdoms mentioned on Black Clover; Diamond Kingdom, Clover Kingdom, Diamond Kingdom, and the Spade Kingdom.

Thankfully, the former Empress acts like you and you can’t help but be curious as the Ace Empress Y/N De La L/N Ace sparks a strong resemblance to your original body and your personality. Thus, behaving like her is a piece of cake as you are the same.

Just like the two sides of a coin.

“Isla, please,” you shifted your eyes to her direction, voice pleading. “There are no other people here and I can do anything I want since this is my garden.”

‘It’s too big for a garden.’ you thought. ‘This is a freaking field! Half of a football stadium or maybe bigger than that. ’

“Your Majesty.” Isla started. “This servant wonders why Your Majesty has thousands of men asking for Your Majesty’s hand in marriage.”

“As if I’ll let them touch the crown.” Your lips quirk a bit and then you clasp your hands together, remembering something. “By the way, Isla…”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“How old am I?”

Even without looking at her, you can tell Isla had an incredulous expression on her face upon hearing your question. She quickly recovered and answered, “Her Majesty is 22 this year.”

You nodded. “What is my magic, again?”

“Why does Your Majesty keep asking about magic…” Isla whispered but still responded. “It’s Imagination Creation Magic, Your Majesty.”

When you learn about your magic, you stared in disbelief at the previous Empress’ refined grimoire as if the blacksmith god, Hephaestus, himself, crafted it.

‘Imagination Creation?! Aren’t I too OP for it?’

“What can you observe about my magic?” you questioned Isla again.

“This humble one observes that Her Majesty’s magic can make every situation a reality from Her Majesty’s mind. The vivid your imagination is, the more realistic and lethal it gets. Not to mention, the range of Her Majesty’s magic is the whole space itself and if Her Majesty runs out of Mana, the Mana will come back as Her Majesty is loved by them.”Isla spoke every word carefully.

‘Yeah, I’m too OP for this.’

The large looming door of the Throne Room opened as a Baron reports about his blooming business left the room.

Currently, you’re sitting on your Throne with Isla beside you and on her side is the old Chancellor Azul that has been working for 3 decades. Unlike the simple dress you wore earlier, your clothing is different right now. Following the protocol, you were to wear the white-blue ombre gown and the patterned white veil covering your face with the heavy crown of Ace Empire sitting on the top of your head.

It is still a mystery how you can see despite the veil shielding your sight.

“The veil can’t be removed until Her Majesty is married.” you remember Isla’s reminder. “And the veil is specifically made for the unmarried Empresses on the past generations as people will judge Her Majesty for her lack of interest in looking for an Emperor.”

“But I’m managing the Empire without fault. Why would I need an Emperor?”

“The Empress is the Mother of the Kingdom as well as the ‘Core’ while the Emperor is the Father of the Kingdom and the brain.” Isla recites as she fixes the sleeve of your gown. “Depends on how these two Rulers work, their duties must be fulfilled or the Empire will collapse.”

“Yet even 5 years of Your Majesty’s reign, Your Majesty is doing a good job and I pray that the Blessings of Mana bestow you a good future.”

“Representative of the Clover Kingdom, you may enter.” The loud voice belongs to Chancellor Azul. You snapped out of your trance as you blink to the figure below you as the said Envoy’s appearance is hidden due to his cloak.

“The Empress, Mother of the Empire, This Envoy greets you.” He bowed. “I’m the representative sent by the Magic King, Nacht Faust.” The cloaked man pulls off his hood and lo behold, the Vice-captain of the Black Bulls is right in front of you, his light blue eyes staring into you.

‘Oh, this is a first.’ you thought. ‘None of today’s guests don’t dare to see this face-covered Empress.’

‘But wait. If this is Nacht, he is supposed to be in the Spade Kingdom, right?’ Underneath the cloth, you narrowed your eyes. ‘If you think about the timeline...I’m...lost.’

“As for the Magic King’s message, he allows the Ace Empire to exhibit their business inside the Clover Kingdom. Along with the permission of the current King of the Clover Kingdom, he expects that your work will contribute to the Kingdom’s rule as stated on the letter that the Magic King sent to Your Majesty.”

Seeing the young man bowing again to leave, you hold out your hand and say, “Before you leave, can I ask a question?”

Without opening his eyes, Nacht replied. “If Your Majesty wishes to.”

Next to you, Isla and Chancellor Azul had a bewildered look written on their face as they heard you. Looks like they are used to the previous Empress’s unpredictability as they made no move to stop you.

“How old are you?” your voice echoed in the massive and silent room.

‘Y-Your Majesty!!! What are you thinking??!’ the two screamed in their mind.

Nacht, the person questioned by you, also had been taken aback by your inquiry. Though, he didn’t express it much on his face. Nevertheless, he responded:

“I’m 25, Your Majesty.”

‘What. WHAT. WHAT!?’ you froze. ‘Wait, wait. Stop. stop. I can’t think of anything right now.’ Thinking back to the manga, Nacht is 29 and there is not much information about what age he is when he was sent to the Spade Kingdom to spy. ‘If Nacht started to spy at the same time when Dark Triad attacks the Royal Family, He’s about 16 or so but that’s too young… I shouldn’t think this right now. They might wonder if I am asleep since the veil is preventing them from seeing my face.’

To your surprise, the whole place has been stand-still.

“Huh?”

“Isla?” you called but she stood motionless to her spot and your e/c eyes shifted towards Chancellor Azul who had been in the same state as Isla. Turning your head to Nacht, he is also in the same position.

“Did time stop?” you thought out loud. 

Then you heard little giggles and flapping of a wing as you craned your neck up to see that there’s more than 5 fairies..or pixies? They are dancing on the ceiling of the Throne Room while playing with each other as every flail of their wings left golden specks of dust.

“Um, excuse me..?” you reluctantly gathered their attention. The Fairies halt on their movements as they move to your confused figure and giggling like children. You stiffened when the Fairies circled you.

“..Can I ask what’s happening?” You voiced out your thoughts. As claimed by your old relatives, Fairies are known for their antics and like to play with humans.

A yellow dressed Fairy snigger. “Your Majesty, have you forgotten?”

Followed by a pink-dressed Fairy, “You can use your magic without incantation!”

They shared a light laugh as they disappeared without a trace.

‘Seriously, just how OP is this Empress Y/N in this world?’

Taking your seat on your throne as you flick your hand, “Continue.”

As you command, the time ticked again.

‘It worked!’ you stared at your hand in epiphany. Nacht stared quietly at you, feeling strange as your spell wore off to everyone present in the room. Remembering that you have to say something, you permitted Nacht to leave,

“You may go now.”

Again, he bowed and left the room as the guards closed the looming door to halt any people from going inside as the hours of the Empress meeting any guests were now done. Calling it a day, you stood up from your seat and walked down the stairs.

“Hey, Isla.” your head moving to stare at the door. “That was...Nacht, right?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“It was Nacht Faust, right?!” you happily exclaim, still not believing the fact that you met the Nacht Faust. No one can deny that he is, in fact, attractive for his good and to think that you meet him sooner than you thought.

Isla had her eyes widen at your odd action as she saw you uncharacteristically fangirling as you made your way to your room. Even Chancellor Azul noted that you had a giddy smile on your lips when the veil slightly moved up as your low inch heels clicked on the marble floor of the large hall.

“What should I do next, Isla?”

“After receiving the guests, we will be having a ball next to welcome the start of the Birth of Ace Empire. There will be a lot of people taking part and according to the intel, the Duke of Strelitzia will also attend the ball as he will represent Perrault Duchy.” 

“This is a good chance, Your Majesty.” Chancellor Azul commented with his eyes shining at the thought of the Empress marrying the Duke.

You laugh nervously. “Haha, I think the Duke will not like what’s going on in your head, Chancellor.”

“Oh, please. You’re in the marriageable age, Your Majesty. You must- wait a second Your Majesty, where are you going!?” Chancellor Azul screamed as he saw you sharply turn to the other corridor to run away from his nagging. While he was babbling, you took the opportunity to take off the veil as well as the crown and hand it to Isla.

“What are you looking at?!” Chancellor yelled to the guards positioned in the halls, “Follow Her Majesty and bring her back!” 

Heels loudly clicking to the floor, you sprinted aimlessly. You don’t care where your legs will lead you, you just want to get away from the Chancellor’s ideals while there are three hours left before the Ball begins. Your running figure alerted the two stiff guards positioned to one of the balconies of the Palace. 

“Move!” you order as they opened the glass doors. Taking off your heels, you step into the railing as your grimoire floated on your side. This is it. You’re taking a risk to show how your magic works. In your mind, you imagine a pair of strong wings to fly through the sharp winds of the Ace Empire.

The pages of your grimoire flipped and stopped to a blank page.

Imagination Creation Magic: Maleficent’s Gift

Wings sprouted from your back as it led you to the sky, air caressing your skin as you ascended to the blue. At the same time, your white-blue ombre gown changed into a simple beige dress as your feet were adorned by a pair of comfortable shoes. As you dive back far away from the Palace, the pair of heavy wings faded as you landed on the market. 

You muttered a small apology when one of the passersby got hit by your wings as the stranger nodded as a sign of forgiveness. Clutching tightly to your grimoire, you slip through the buzzing crowd and enjoy the different varieties that the Empire could offer to the foreigners.

The symbol of the Ace Kingdom is the capital letter A. Everywhere you look, the market is using magic in one way or another. The people are enjoying themselves as they check every store. The place is filled with chatter and laughter, cherishing the joy of the Festival. Your e/c eyes also catch that most of the ladies in the area were adorned in a more fancy way while the men can be said the same. Most of the people are going to the restaurant as children beg their parents to purchase the toys.

The Sapphire Capital is lively.

Busy from observing your people, you didn’t notice that someone is in front causing you to bump their shoulder. The impact makes you step back as the person you slam into steady your feet by resting a hand to your back.

You look up and your eyes widened in surprise to see that the stranger is Nacht. Suddenly, embarrassment flooded your mind as you put distance to the young version of the Vice-captain of Black Bulls. Now that you can see him properly closer than earlier since you were on a higher platform, Nacht’s hair is not that long compared to the recent chapters of the manga but it is enough for him to tie it back.

“I apologize for crashing to the gentleman.” you curtsied.

“No, it’s okay.” He smiled. “Please look where you’re going...”

You only nodded and steered clear away from him but not before you heard him call you to your title.

“...Your Majesty.” Nacht finished with a meaningful smile on his soft face as his light blue eyes glinted against the light of the lanterns connecting from the buildings.

You stood there, stunned by his words.

✑ I wonder if I should write Routes? ʰᵐᵐ ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）this is still a mess so i might edit this again.

[dreamyarcana]

This is my apprentice drawn by the fantastic @line-artsy back in December!!

 I meant to post it once I finished her backstory, but I have yet to do that but wanted to post her grimoire finally!! Thank you so much Line~ 

[ more Isla ] [ Isla’s tag ] [ Line’s apprentice, Layne ] [ more of Line’s Art ] 

[reyes-magia]

“Have you heard anything from Luis?” Ama asked quietly while holding a cup of steaming tea between her hands.”

“No, Ama…” Elena answered just as quietly, staring down at her hands while a slow exhale caused her shoulders to slump forward — caving in.

“It’s been almost a month now..” She began, but could not finish. The doubts and worries were simply too much. They clogged her throat and left her struggling to breath.

What if the spell didn’t work properly away from the Isla? What if Luis’s magic didn’t work? What if the dangers beyond their wards were far greater than they could have ever imagined?

What if all Luis found was an unmarked grave? What if Luis was dead himself?

The questions, the ‘what if’s’ just kept coming. Endless. But then Ama placed her hand upon Elena’s, forcing her to glance up as those dark and depressing thoughts scattered.

“We knew this was no easy task. Si? The world is big and takes much time to cross. Even with the help of magic. Luis will check in soon. He will send us a sign.” Ama smiled gently, giving her daughter’s hand a firm squeeze.

Of course Ama would believe everything would be alright. The thought that she might have lost another child to the world beyond their tiny Isla would probably be enough to kill her. So she held on to hope — and Elena didn’t try to convince her otherwise.

What choice did either of them really have?

“Thanks, Ama.” Elena smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. “Finish your tea and then you should rest. I’m going to keep looking through the grimoires to see if I can find anything useful.”

“Si. Si. I will rest, mija. May the ancestors guide you.” Ama gave Elena’s hand one last squeeze before releasing her, allowing her to rise and make her way out….determined to make sure Luis, at least, returned home to them in one piece.

[kenuis]

Come Through and Chill || plug!draken x fem!reader

You were just supposed to pick up some bud for the weekend... so how did you end up in bed with the hottest plug around?

Cw:weed, pussy eating, finger sucking, ptv, dirty talk, squirting, draken has a big cock (like coke can thick), belly bulge, pet names (baby, angel, good girl), not beta read (we die like men)

WC: 7.9 k I don't wanna talk about it.

Extra: Plug! Draken playlist.

‘Come through as soon as you’re off work, I got you.’

Blinking down at your bright phone screen you blink once, then twice. You hadn’t expected him to respond that quick in all honesty. “Hey girl.”

“Umm hello?!”

“Hey!”

You jolt as your friend calls your name, an amused tilt to her voice as she takes in your blotchy red cheeks. Tucking your phone away lightning quick you clear your throat, slumping back against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come out tonight?” Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your midsection as she tosses you a knowing smirk. You chew on your lower lip as trays of food and drinks whizz by you. Your legs and feet ache, hours of doing exactly what your co-workers are currently doing wearing on you. Your closest work friend raises her eyebrows as she leans her elbow against the shelf opposite of you. “So what’s the big plan then if you’re gonna be all by your lonesome?” You shrug, tucking your hands in your hoodie pockets, rubbing your finger over the ring that lays on your thumb. It’s a nervous habit you haven’t quite learned how to break. The spinning of the metal helps to center your thoughts as you stand there. You’ve already ordered a meal to take home after your shift, a bottle of wine in your fridge and endless hours of Netflix to carry you through the next few hours that will bleed into your first two solid days off in over a week. There was only one thing you were missing.  Your phone buzzes again and your eyebrows hit your hairline.

`1 location attached.`

‘No rush though, just wanna make sure you find the place okay.’

A place you’d been quite a few times if you recalled correctly. Sure the nights of partying were a little hazy, but you’d been to this particular spot enough times to know your way on your own.

‘I’ll let you know when I’m on my way, it shouldn't be too much longer.’

“Umm, just gonna pick up some smoke and then go home and veg. I’ve worked so many doubles over the past week.” It’s your co workers turn for her eyebrows to hit her hairline. Her smirk grows and the amused tone in her voice quickly turns to teasing as she straightens up to pinch your cheeks. 

“Ohhh you’re gonna go see that hot ass mechanic that was eyeing you up last weekend.”

You smack her hand away, trying to hide the way your face burns. “it’s not like that, I swear.”

“Suuuure.” She grabs your chin in her hand, squishing your cheeks together while she makes you look at her. “Is that why you gave him your number the last time we pulled through there? Cause you ‘just need bud.’” She giggles as she makes air quotes with the other hand. Letting out a snort, you manage to smack her hands away. “I’m serious!” Laughing you grab the to go box as the cook behind the window calls your name out. You grab what you’ve been waiting on and book it out the door, trying to ignore her hoots and hollers of, `it’s about damn time.` 

The night air is sticky, twilight blues and purple mixing with the fading pink and orange that paints the sky that’s about to throw her dark blanket of night over. Your keys dangle from your hand, jingling together as you walk towards your car. I

t’s a perfect evening, with most of the summer heat knocking out of the air the darker it got. Setting your food and bag in the passenger seat, you pull your phone out as you fiddle around with the stereo system. Bobbing your head along to the song that starts, you find the last message thread you had pulled up on your phone. ‘Draken’ complete with a little dragon emoji makes you roll your eyes.

‘On my way. Be there in 20.’

‘Perfect. It’s right under the mat, just like I said. Enjoy, angel.’

Confused. 

That’s the first feeling that creeps up on you as you walk down the hallway to his apartment. Usually it’s louder, a whole crowd that normally gathers here on Friday and Saturday evenings. There’s almost always music going, laughter coming from inside, the smell of food. It’s why you’d asked him to leave what you needed somewhere you could find it. The thought of being around tons of people after a long day of serving customers made you want to curl up in a ball, hidden away from the world.

Checking your watch you let out a small ‘huh’. It wasn’t late at all. 9pm glows up at you from your watch. It was early sure but still by now there would be at least some type of noise coming from the apartment.

Shrugging it off as you walk up to the door, you crouch down. Fingers brushing the rough edge of the door mat, you lift it only to find it empty underneath. Your brow knits together as you lift the entire thing only to find nothing but cold concrete staring up at you. Rising with a groan, you brush your hands off, watching as dust falls to the cement below your feet. Raising a fist, you almost hesitate, but as your foot hits the edge of the mat, another flash of annoyance shoots through you. 

All your weekend plans consisted of were your tv, your snacks, your wine and unfortunately, his bud. Letting out a sharp sigh, you knock, the rapping of your knuckles on the black door breaking apart the silence that hangs heavy in the hallway.

Rocking back and forth on your heels as you wait, you pull your phone out. No new notifications flash on the screen and you open your messages, shooting one off before you knock again.  You hear the chime of his phone and cross your arms over your mid section, waiting as you hear footsteps approaching the door. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, seeing that you’re still alone in the hallway when the door swings open, causing you to stop short and your mouth to dry out all in one swoop when you turn back to look at him.

The first thing you note is that he’s fresh out of the shower. A wafting scent of fresh pine, whatever scented soap he uses drifting across your nose. It tickles your senses, drifting into your nose. But that’s not where your eyes zero in. 

Your eyes flick down to the exposed skin of his abdomen. He’s in the middle of pulling on a black t-shirt, the material catching and sticking to still wet skin. Water droplets roll down the ridges of his muscles, carving a wet path that your tongue would kill to follow. His abdomen is on a brief display for you, each outline of solid muscle searing into your mind’s eye. The deep V of his hips seem like they were chiseled out of marble, something you would find in the finest art galleries.

Your eyes flick back up, trying to pull your attention away from the hard lines and dips in his skin. His shirt flutters into place but at this point none of that even helps. 

Wide eyes catch the dip of confusion in his brows, the way they knit together as dark eyes take in your form in front of him. Trailing down to see the frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pink lips opening and forming words. Forming words? Shit, he was talking to you and you couldn’t get your eyes off the droplet of water that trailed down his neck and clavicle, disappearing underneath his shirt. It warps around the gold chain that he pulls out of his collar and your stomach rolls at how insanely attractive the motion of his fingers and the sparkling gold against his skin is. “-okay angel?” Snapping your eyes to his, you swallow dryly . He raises a brow at you now, the tiniest upturn of his lips and the amusement that flashed through his eyes has you flushing. He definitely caught you checking him out. Finally your brain catches up to what he’s asked you. “Everything okay angel?” Blinking quickly, you look down at your feet, shoes scraping the doormat. It reminds you of the reason you knocked on the door in the first place. Looking back up at him, your lips curl over your teeth by a fraction. Frustration returns to your body, grounding you as you seem to snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah uhhh.” The edge of your shoe catches the welcome mat and you nudge it. “I’m missin’ a little something.” His brows dip again, but then an exasperated sigh is falling from his lips and a light dusting of pink dances across the tip of his nose up to his ears. One hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his bicep straining against the arm of the t-shirt he’d just put on. His other hand tucks into the pocket of his gray sweats. “Fuck I got caught up. Lowkey I was supposed to put your shit under the door when I got home and I had to handle something on the phone so I forgot.” He looks so endearingly bashful, the annoyance that has settled in your chest dissipates like smoke. Awkwardly, you scuff your toe against the ground, shrugging as nonchalantly as you can manage. “It’s fine I just, was hopin to get it and go.” 

“Here, come on in and I’ll get it for you.” He moves to the side, a jerk of his chin the only hint of an invite you get to coming inside. Still feeling awkward inside of your own skin, you follow him in, arms still crossed like a shield. You offer him a tiny half smile as you cross the threshold, moving past him. There’s a crackle of electricity as you move past him that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip as you turn to look at him, you find heated and amused onyx eyes trained on you, His mouth tugs up in the corner again and a smirk spreads across his cheeks. “Whatcha lookin so nervous for?” He moves past you, his movements, fluid and smooth. When he moves past you, he glances slightly over his shoulder with a wink. “I don’t bite. Come on, my shit’s in my room.” There’s a heat that crawls up your neck and face, and you’re sure that your whole face is on fire as you trail behind him, hands going into your hoodie pockets. You’ve left your shoes at the front door, and your socked feet pad quietly behind him. “Didn’t say you did. Just kinda weird in here when ‘s quiet.” He chuckles as he opens the door to a room you recall being in once. It’d been filled with hazy smoke, and there’d been people packed in here like sardines, passing around blunts and listening to bass heavy music. You also briefly remember that it’s the night he put his number in your phone. You’d been leaning against the desk that night, while he sat in his desk chair right next to you. 

At one point you’d been zoned out, sufficiently buzzed and listening to all the noise around you. A single finger had looped in your belt loop and tugged to get your attention. He’d checked on you, made sure you were good and given you water, watching with eyes that were more alert than they should have been for someone who had smoked as much as he had. His finger stayed hooked in the belt loop of your shorts the entire conversation and he’d only let go when your friends called your name, dragging you out of the room. But not before he’d tugged on your shorts, plucking your phone out of your back pocket. He put his number in and shot you a look that could only be described as heated. “In case you’re ever in need of some good bud.” Recalling the heat that had flowed in between the two of you, you want to bolt out of there like the entire place is on fire. It’s unnerving, it makes your insides hot and the feeling makes something in you burn specifically for the man in front of you to look at you the way he did just a mere week ago. “Yeah, ‘s a lil weird when people aren’t here but it’s nice to have a quiet night in. My roommates are both out tonight. Eatin’ at your joint tonight I think Did you just get out of work?” He takes a seat at his desk, turning the chair so he’s facing you. He pats the bed that’s pushed up next to it, motioning for you to take a seat. 

Hopping up, you nearly groan in relief at being off your feet and something so soft. His eyebrows raise as he pulls out a scale, a jar full of bud and a small green pill bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. “You good?” If your face gets any hotter, you’re pretty sure you’re going to resemble the surface of the sun. “Yeah I’m good. Just had a long day at work. I opened the restaurant this morning and ended up staying later than I mean to cover one of the other girls who was late and…” You trail off with a shrug as you tuck your hands into the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. “I didn’t realize how much my feet hurt until I sat down.” “Mmmm.” He makes a non committal noise as he measures out product. Long deft fingers are fucking with the scale, placing a pill bottle on it and dropping little green nugs into it. “You said 3gs right?” “Uh yeah. Don’t need much, just a little to relax this weekend. I finally have a weekend off and I’m gonna take full advantage of it.” You grin despite yourself, thoughts of a freshly rolled blunt and food with a bottle of wine and the softness of your couch filling you with happiness. 

“Damn girl, look at you.” The tips of your ears start to feel the same heat as your face as he looks at you with a teasing grin. “Got any specific plans?” “I’m going to melt into my couch and not move for three days.” You bite your lower lip when he fully turns to you, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome face. He twirls the pill bottle in his fingers as he looks at you, eyes half lidded with an emotion you’re not sure you want to name. 

The both of you are friends, acquaintances really and you’re not entirely sure if you’re ready to cross the line to anything besides that. But the way he’s looking at you promises something inevitable. He holds the bottle out for you and before your fingertips even brush it, he snatches it back towards himself, a smirk planted on his mouth. “How about you start your relaxing weekend here?”

Your brows furrow and your lip sticks out in the softest pout. A sharp protest sits at the tip of your tongue and you can’t help the whine that comes out in your tone. “Hey!”

“How about… You start the relaxation now?” Your brow furrows as he speaks, confusion flitting across your face. You stare at him for a long moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, smoke with me.” He leans backwards in his chair, reaching for a pack of blunts. Honey white owls, the same as he had at the party. It’s a good flavor, one of your favorites and it’s so tempting to start now. His bed is soft and his room is surprisingly clean, and it smells like a mix of his cologne and extremely good bud. Plus it’s one on one time that you two have never had before outside of a stolen moment of him grabbing you a drink in the middle of one of his and his roommate’s parties. “Come on angel, I don’t bite and it looks like you could use the chance to unwind.” “I have food in the car.” It’s the only thing that comes out when your mouth opens even though the word ‘yes’ lingers on the tip of your tongue. “I don’t want it goin bad or anything…” Trailing off, when his onyx orbs stay planted on yours, you realize that any argument is futile and you sigh. The mega watt grin that he gives you speaks of his satisfaction over his victory and he holds his hand out. “Gimme your keys. I’ll bring your food in and put it in the kitchen for ya.” Smacking your lanyard in his outstretched palm, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his instance and the boyish charm that drifts across his face. In exchange, he plops a rolling tray in your lap with strict instructions to start rolling while he gets your things sorted. 

This is crazy. Absolutely insane that one smile from this male had you turning into putty in front of him and you grumble under your breath but get to rolling away. When he walks out it’s silent except for the sounds of the metal grinder in your hands. 

It’s a familiar mindless process of rolling, and you do it quickly and efficiently. By the time he walks back in with your purse in hand you’re licking the end of the blunt wrap to seal it. His eyes flick down to your pink tongue that sticks out from your pretty glossed lips. You don’t even notice as you’re focused on what you’re doing, brow furrowed cutely in frustration. 

“Lemme see how good you did ma.” Your eyes flick up to his at the use of the pet name at the end of his sentence and you give him a bland look that has his lip tugging up in a smile again. You hand him the blunt before leaning forward to place his rolling tray on the desk, not realizing as you do that he’s already walking forwards. Your shoulder bumps into his abdomen, the same chiseled one you spotted earlier when he was sliding his shirt on. 

You scowl when you hear his low chuckle sound throughout the room. “If you wanted to hug me that badly you should have asked.” Your lip curls over your teeth as he plops down on the bed in front of you. “You think you’re real slick aren’t you?” “I know I am.” He throws you a wink as he polyps down on the bed, leaning against the wall as you lean back against the headboard, pulling your knees up. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he hands the blunt back to you along with the lighter. “Guests light up.” “Thanks.” There’s a soft shick of the lighter sparking, and then a sizzle as you hold it to the end of the blunt and inhale. Draken doesn’t say anything while you take your first deep inhale, instead opting to turn on the bluetooth speaker that rests on the shelf mounted to the wall above his bed. There’s a gentle boom of the system connecting, and then a few notes fill the room before music starts to flow out. Despite your reservations your shoulders relax a fraction as you blow out the smoke you’ve held in, the familiar pepper and citrus taste of the bud heavy in your airway and drifting over your tongue. You take another deep inhale, deep enough to make your lashes flutter and you’re completely unaware of the eyes that are currently glued to your face. 

Draken doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as pretty as you. All soft curves and shiny locks. A pretty smile that stretches wide over your cheeks. The way your head tilts back a little when you laugh and your nose scrunches. Truthfully, he was floored the first time you rolled up with your friends at one of the infamous house parties. You looked so out of place, skittish and shy until your friend shoved a blunt in your direction and told you to relax. Come to find out there’s a little fire, a spark that simmers underneath the shy outer shell. He can’t help that you’re intriguing enough for him to want to know what it looks like when you strip away all the layers to where you burn. Burn for him. 

Your eyes open as you let out your second inhale and you lean forward, holding out the blunt for him. Your small, soft hands brush past his large calloused ones and the warmth that radiates off of them makes him want to groan as he thinks about how they would look wrapped around his length. He has to fight the temptation to grab one down while he places the blunt to his lips, right in the place where your glossed lips have been. 

The cherry flavor from your lips gloss lingers on the blunt, mixing with the flavor of weed and the blunt wrap. His mind drifts to the thought of what you would taste like. If he sucks your tongue, would you taste like cherry and bud and something else? He inhales and looks at you again through heavy lids. Truthfully he’d smoked half a blunt the minute he’d gotten off work, but the thought of sharing one with you was too tempting to pass up. 

When you’d sunk onto his mattress like it was your salvation he jumped at his chance and for now, he can tell he made the right call. 

Now that he’s got you here though, there’s a little bit of hesitancy that lingers in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since he’s tried something like this with someone who’s caught his attention like you have. It makes his insides churn with anticipation and he can’t help but sigh out his inhale, the smoke curling out of his mouth. One of the first things he noticed about you is that you don’t have the need to fill the silence with empty words. You’re content sitting with him in the silence, and it’s something he appreciates after a full day of dealing with customers. He takes his second inhale before he’s handing the blunt back. His eyes stay on yours when he wonders when this.. Tension that’s been building between the two of you is going to pop.

It’s like a bubble that traps the two of you in it, but instead of expanding, it shrinks, pressing down and pushing you two into each other. It’s been a month and a half since the first time you graced his doorstep and he’s thought of you every other minute since. 

You’re about halfway through the blunt when you let out a sigh, sinking a little further into the pillows. You lick your lips and he tracks the way the tip of your tongue wets your plus mouth. Bloodshot eyes drift up to look into his, and he watches as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Thanks for this. I really needed it.” “Any time angel. You know. You’re kind of my favorite customer. Although you can’t tell anyone else that. They might start askin’ for special treatment and then I’ll be outta a side hustle.” He reaches over and grips your ankle, tugging a little in jest. His thumb brushes over the pretty anklet dangling around it and the minute the metal hits his thumb something shifts. 

He traces the delicate gold chain, running his thumb over the tiny links. It glints against your skin, a little angel dangling from the chain and resting against the hollow of your ankle. A low dangerous chuckle vibrates through his chest even though the energy in the room is anything but light hearted. “Guess I was spot on with the nickname.” 

“Yeah…” Your voice is just as low as his, as if, if you speak too loudly you’ll break whatever tentative vibe has taken over the room. “Um Draken?” “Ken.” He mumbles it as he moves, leaning a little closer. He leans on his elbow with your feet near his abdomen, nearly laying on his side as he blinks over at you. “Call me Ken.” “Ken..” The sound of his name leaving your mouth in a near whimper does him completely in.

Before he thinks too much, before his nerves get the best of him, he places the blunt directly in between your lips. There’s not much left to it, maybe one last hit. “Finish it.” There’s a soft demand in his tone and the feeling in his chest gives way to admiration as you do exactly as you’re told. “Ash tray is on the desk.” He murmurs the sentence out as he presses his lips directly to your anklet. You let out a soft whine before you swallow dryly, half lidded eyes taking in the sight of this big broad man laying the softest kidd on your skin. “I…” “You can tell me to stop when you want me to.” He looks up at you, his nose skimming the skin of your calf. The sight of it, the heat from the weed and the overall tension pops as you shake your head. “Don’t… Please don’t stop.” Your cheeks burn even hotter than before when he grins a heated smile up at you. Your breath starts to come a little faster as he works his way up your leg, large, rough, warm calloused hands moving up your calves to the back of your knees, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between. His hands don’t stop moving, massaging your sore calves. His fingers knead the knotted muscles so expertly and gently, you can’t help but melt into the touch. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth drops open in a groan. The moment your attention is off of him, he takes his chance, grabbing you and sliding your hips forward. You yelp in surprise when your back meets the mattress and he gives another deep chuckle, one that shoots a bolt of heat straight to your core. You’ve always been touchy when high, when your senses are heightened to a point where pleasure gets overwhelming. You swallow thickly and open your eyes so they’re glued to his. The music in the room continues to fill the space where both of you linger, and you’re unwilling to break the vibe besides a groan when his hands move from your calves to the top of your thighs. Squirming despite yourself, your eyes finally fall from his to where the backs of your thighs rest on the top of his. He’s broad in between your legs and your heart jumps in your chest as he moves to sit back on his heels. Draken’s - no Ken -  is glued to the apex of your thighs, right where your clothed core rests. It’s right below his growing erection and the sight of you squirming underneath it makes him impossibly harder. “Fuck that’s a fuckin’ pretty sight.” You may have been unwilling to break the silence but a high Ken is also a vocal and touchy Ken. Reaching down, his hands skim up your thighs, over the flesh of your plush ass to your waist. He grips it hard, tugging you to sit up so he can slot his mouth against yours. Even cotton mouthed from smoking, it’s the sloppiest kiss of your life, His soft lips meet yours and he presses hard, claiming your mouth. He consumes you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. He strokes it against yours, one of his hands coming up to thread in the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers thread into your hair and he tugs, tilting your head back so your throat is exposed. A whimper leaves your throat and small hands come up to clutch at his forearms. 

You push back against him, tentatively letting your tongue meet his, stroke for stroke. There’s little strings of saliva that connect the two of you when he finally finds it in him to pull away. It’s lewd and wet, your eyes glazed over as they flick down to take in the sight. The hand on your waist leaves, coming up to tap on your lower lip. “Open.” The command is stern, growled out in impatience until you obey, mouth dropping open. You cling to the edges of your shyness, and as much as he finds it endearing, he’s waited too long for this. “Stick out your tongue.” You’re practically panting as you do as you’re told and two fingers are laid on the wet pink muscle, rubbing against it. Your eyes widen and another whine slides out around his fingers, muffled and wet. “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?” This man hasn’t even gotten you out of your clothing and you feel like you’re going to cum already. How he figured out your oral fixation you’ll never know but he’s exploiting it to it’s extent, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. All you can do is cling to him and suck, little whimpers and moans falling out around his large fingers. Your hips start moving on their own accord, rolling against him until he’s tugging you into his lap, settling your aching core over his tented sweats. His hand in your hair trails down to your hip, rolling you over his erection with a groan. Every noise you make spurs on his insatiable need, and even though he feels impatient, even though he feels like tearing through every layer of clothing you two currently have on, it’s nothing compared to the desperate way your hips are chasing your high. 

“Shhhhh.” The hand at your hip cups your ass, squeezing the denim of your shorts. The seam presses into your dripping core, the pressure of it and his length currently pressing into it with every roll of your hips makes electricity creep up your spine. Your eyes widen and you begin sucking his fingers even harder as the band in your belly starts to tighten. “Go ahead. Go ahead angel, show me how good this feels.”

Your eyes drift shut and your brow furrows just as cutely as he knew it would. A single tear gathers on the corner of your shut eye and with a shudder you come apart on top of him, just from him grinding you down on him and letting you suck on his fingers. He guides your hips against him the whole way through it, waiting until your mouth lets up on his fingers. Waits until the fierce sucking of his fingers eases into small kitten licks and your hips slow to a stop.

“That good baby?”

You can’t believe you feel this good already. Your mind is already halfway numb from a combination of the weed and his overwhelming presence, but a shyness lingers around the edges of your psyche and you can’t help the flush that takes over your cheeks. His fingers draw out slow, gentle as he drags them down your lower lip and over your chin. Realization of how easily he’s turned you to putty in his hands washes over you and your eyes widen a fraction.

Embarrassed, you lean forward, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. His entire chest rumbles with a deep laugh that sounds more like a rumble. “I.. I’m sorry I….”

He shifts, moving the both of you. Your world spins and all of a sudden you find yourself still in his lap, but now he’s got his back against the headboard. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long fuckin time.” Opening your mouth to apologize for a second time, you don’t even have the chance to say a single word when his mouth claims yours again. This kiss is hotter than the last one, a new burning passion to see you fall apart coming through every stroke of his lips. He swallows your whines, only breaking apart from you whip your shirt and hoodie off of your frame. You can’t even believe for a second that you let him, raising your arms to help. The sight of you sitting there in your pretty lace bra lights an even hotter fire in onyx orbs. Fingers dance up your spine while he brings his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking a line across your jaw and down your neck. You melt, hands slipping underneath his shirt to trace your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. You trace every muscle with curious fingertips until you splay your palms flat on his stomach pushing his shirt up and over his head. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” The compliment flows from his lips as he sucks on your collar bone. You’re grateful you have the next three days off, because the marks he’s leaving are going to be impossible to cover up. Another soft whine leaves your lips as his tongue flattens and runs over the swell of your breast. The sight of it makes fire lick up your insides but a flash of silver in the middle of the pink muscle makes you stop cold. He has a fucking tongue piercing. 

Currently he’s using that to his advantage as he slides your bra off, gathering both of your breasts in his hands and kneading the fat as he pushes them together. “Pretty fuckin’ tits. Fuckin’gorgeous.” His thumb swirls over your nipple before he’s dragging his tongue over it so the ball of his piercing flicks it hard. You squeal, squirming in his hold. You’re tempted to dart out of his lap, roll off of him and take a breather but he bucks his hips up at the same time he scrapes his teeth across the stiffened peak and your head tips back, another sinful moan falling from your mouth.

He shifts and the world spins again, your back hitting the plush mattress as he leans over you, raining kisses down your rib cage, sucking on the skin so hard it bruises. He does this in a path all the way down your abdomen, and you never thought you’d be this needy after already cumming, but there is a pulsing want and ache that only he can fill pulsing in between your legs. You’re practically panting by the time he reaches the spot you need him the most. 

Your thighs are practically shaking when his big hands grab the back, pushing them towards your chest. A sharp nose runs up the seam of your shorts up to the button. “W-Wait, I…” “God you smell so fuckin good. I gotta taste you baby. Need to see how pretty she looks after she came for me.” Dark lashes brush his cheek bones as he looks up at you and pops the button of your shorts open with his teeth. You swallow thickly and thread your fingers into his hair, almost tugging it free from the ponytail it’s in as you lift your hips for him to slide your shorts off. 

The rumbling growl that leaves his chest makes your eyes roll back, and your weeping hole to clench around nothing. His thumbs come up to your folds, spreading them open for him as you buck your hips up, chest heaving with deprived pants. “Please. Please.” You beg without even really knowing what you’re begging for, just needing something, anything to relieve the fire that’s starting to consume. Your high still hasn’t worn off and the extra sensitivity from where his touch presses into you is driving you close to the edge. “Ken, please.”

“Look at me.” His rough tone is demanding, drawing your attention to him as your mouth twists in desperation. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Ya hear me angel?”

You nod, but his hand darts out to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until you speak, your tone cracking a little with want. “Yes, I hear you.” “Good girl.” His eyes stay on yours as he dips down, releasing your jaw in favor for spreading you wider. He purses his lips, before he lets out a long string of saliva, thumbs spreading you open again so he can watch as it drips in between your folds. You clench even though you’re achingly empty, a soft gasp filling the air in between you too. It bleeds into loud keen when his mouth finally touches you. 

He sucks one of your folds into his mouth and your hands tighten in his hair as he alternates, sucking them until they turn puffy, swollen and aching with need. He moans into your pussy, running his tongue through your slick until the ball of his piercing flicks harshly against your clit. A squeal sounds from above him and he does it again, over and over until you’re bucking wildly onto his tongue.

He should prep you. He needs to prep you but your walls are already to spasm around his tongue and he’ll be damned if he lets you come anywhere but his cock. 

Pulling away and sitting up just enough to work his dick out, he thrusts forward, his heavy, thick cock smacking against your abdomen. Your eyes fly open and you look down, letting out a desperate whine when you realize his length extends well past your belly button. 

He’s got the prettiest, heaviest cock you’ve ever seen. Swollen and red, the slit weeping pretty pearls of precum that streak your stomach as he lets his length smack down on your abdomen again. “‘S not gonna fit.”

You look up at him with wide watery eyes, lips parted as you pant despondently. But no matter how much your voice shakes, your hips move, trying to slip him inside as desire takes over every cell in your body. “Ken, ‘s not gonna-” He chuckles breathlessly, sweat starting to break out on his hairline as he draws back to rub the aching head of his cock along your folds. “‘S gonna fit angel. Imma make it fit.” Slowly, he pushes in, head tilting back as he starts to push in despite the resistance he’s met with. You’re so fuckin’ tight he’s pretty sure that he’s already ready to blow his load and he’s only got the tip in. “Goddamn. Fuuuuuck.” The little high pitched whines that fall from your plush mouth and he can’t helo but reach down and grab your waist in his broad hands. Grip bruinsingly tight, he fucks into you, pulling out and fucking back in shallowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your pussy is gripped around him so tight it’s practically strangling his cock. “Relax ‘f me. God you’re so fuckin’ tight angel. Need you to relax.” A shuddering breath leaves your mouth, and his thumb drifts down to the little bundle of nerves that pokes out, working it in slow circles. Your thighs shake even more as you give. Your walls relax, eyes rolling back as his entire length finally sinks into you. A wet cry leaves your throat as tears leak from your eyes and the man above you lets out a moan so deep you feel it in your own soul. “There it is. Fuckin’ took the whole thing. Such a good girl.” Your hands grip the sheets, lower lip trembling as a tiny sob leaves your mouth. “Ken… so full. I’m so full. ‘S too big Ken. ‘S too fucking bi-” Before you can finish your sentence he’s pulling out and sliding back in, using the grip he has on your waist to drag you up and down his length. You cry out, loud and high as he bumps into your cervix. Your chest heaves and you squeeze your eyes shut as he starts to move you up and down. He’s so big and broad and strong all you can do is lay there and take it as he moves you up and down, eyes glued to the way your slick is coating his cock, how some of it sticks to his abdomen. Strings of slick connect the two of you as he moves you, practically the length of his cock, soaking even his thighs. One of his warm palms spreads out over your abdomen and he pushes down on the bulge that’s appeared. His mouth practically pours out filth as he pushes on his cock pushing through your stomach and you scream his name. “Fuck baby. Look at that. Pokin’ through your stomach. You look so fuckin sexy like this. So fuckin pretty all fucked out on my cock. You like that baby?” You nod, sobbing as he starts to move you faster, your clit hitting his pelvis with every rough smack of his hips. The orgasm that hits you, hits you out of nowhere, hard and fast and so overwhelming that you see nothing but pure white. “‘M cummin’ fuck fuck fuck fuck ‘m cummin!” Your legs kick out and shake as your cream around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming as he fucks you. He hasn’t let up, his grip still tight on your waist as he moves you, rolling his hips into and fucking you onto him. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, heavy pants brushing past the skin of your neck as you sob and keen through your orgasm. Your hands fly up to bury into his hair, moving until your arms are wrapped around his neck. All you can do is hang on as he fucks up into, using your body  for his pleasure. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well angel. You were made for it. Made to take my cock.” His breath stutters on the sentence as your velvet walls pulse around him and you whimper, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders. His masculine scent envelopes you, and everything about him crowds your senses as he drives into you. The entire room is filled with the sounds of your slick squelching around his cock, the cries that fall from your mouth and the filthy words he breathes harshly into your ear. 

“I’m gonna fill you up. I have to. Have to fill this fuckin’. Perfect. Pussy.” Each word of is enunciated by  a sharp thrust of his hips and you practically wail out his name. 

“Can’t.. Can’t take anymore Ken please.” Bleary, misty eyes look up at him, blinking past tears as your body jolts with the force of each thrust. His pace is picking up and he’s huffing out deep breaths, and you can tell by the way his abdomen tightens that he’s about to cum. His thrusts are getting sloppier, but you’re right on the edge with him, walls starting to clamp down again. “Ken I can’t!” “You can.” He places a soft kiss right under your jaw, dragging his lips up until they’re resting against yours. “I know you can. Give me one more baby.” You try  to shake your head but your mouth falls open when a hand snakes between you two again and starts to make firm circles on your swollen puffy clit. “Ken.. please I…” 

Your cheeks heat and your hiccup out an embarrassed sob. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve never had something that feels like this. That feels this overwhelming and good. You’ve never had someone who fills you this much, who hits every sensitive spot, whose cock is so big it sticks out from your tummy and pushes past your cervix with every sharp thrust. There’s a foreign feeling that’s settled in your stomach and it increases the more he plays with your clit and with every thrust that rams into the tight ring of muscle inside of you. Words tumble out before you can stop them and the minute  they’re out, embarrassment and lust flood you in the same instant and it makes you dizzy. “Ken please.. Feel like I’m gonna go to the bathroom!” A rumbling groan is the only answer and his thumb speeds up its pace, his thrusts sloppy. “Fuckin’ squirt baby. Squirt on my fuckin’ cock. I know you can. Make a mess ‘f me.” Another sharp thrust and a pinch of your clit sends hurtling into oblivion as you do just that. Your last release comes squirting out of you, coating his hand, his thighs, the mattress, his abdomen. You feel it run down the swell of your ass as you cry, your nails clawing at his back as you call out his name, sobbing and cumming as he doesn’t relent, panting and groaning into your neck. Hot ropes of cum start to coat your insides, filling you to the brim as he moans. It’s unhinged and messy, his cock head pushing past your cervix to coat your insides, filling your womb almost overly full. Your name leaves his mouth in a rumbling shout before his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting down to muffle the moans that leave his throat. 

His hips finally slow and he lays his forehead into the crook of your neck, his hands drifting down to your quivering thighs, massaging them as you both catch your breath. You let your palms lay flat on his broad back, running them up and down as little shuddering breaths leave you. 

Finally moving to look down at you, he blinks the sweat out of his eyes, brushing the hair out of yours. Both of you are a mess, covered in sweat and slick, your entire body marked with his love bites and his back scratched from your nails. 

Bliss and submission is written over your face and your eyes drift shut as his palm comes to cup your cheek. You’re so good for him, it makes his chest squeeze tight. He’s already softening inside of you, and surprisingly, you both still feel a little high, the combination of pleasure, euphoria and rapture making it that much more heightened. 

Both of you hiss as he slides out of you, moving so he’s hovering over you and bringing you to relax your legs completely. There’s a few moments of silence, soaking in each other’s presence.The air between you two settles into something you’re not sure you’re ready to name and you turn your head to say something to him, but find him already staring at you. He pulls you onto his chest, uncaring of the sticky sweaty mess you’ve become. His hand drags up your spine slowly, gently, and he pushes your head down so it’s tucked onto his shoulder. Ken is gentle as he continues to rub up and down your spine, grounding you and bringing you back down to earth. Humming contently, you drift until a rumbling laugh rouses you, and you move your chin until it rests on the top of his chest and you’re looking into those dark alluring eyes. Your hand comes up to trace the dragon tattoo on the smooth skin on the side of his head, following the inky black swirls as he continues to dance his fingertips up and down your skin. “So… wanna smoke again?”

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[kenuis]

Here to say that Shuji Hanma's kids are his spitting image. He winds up having two, one older boy and one girl. When his daughter is born his son is innately curious as to what has dragged his dad's attention away from him. You two have waited quite a few years to try again, so your son is about 6. Two matching pairs of golden eyes stare at her sleeping on your chest. Your son is the spitting image of his father, down to the thin, gold wire framed glasses. Your daughter has yet to open her eyes since entering the world but when she does, you can't help but let out a sound that's between a laugh and a groan. Three pairs of golden eyes look over at you, and you can't even find yourself to be annoyed that no matter how long you've spent growing these children in your belly, they look exactly like their father.

@dyerei. @s4no

[kenuis]

Ran Haitani loves the smell of shea butter and vanilla that seeps off your skin when he climbs in bed at night. He'll trail his nose over your shoulder, feather light as he breathes you in. It's only when his lips hit the spot below your ear that he allows his tongue to flick out for a taste. It's his second favorite taste in the world, the first being the sweet honey that descends from your tiny little hole. His hands run up your sides, carrying your sleep shirt as the tips of his fingers skim over your smooth skin. You're soft and warm with sleep, letting out beautiful sighs and cute little whines as you slowly join him in awareness. At least enough to lift your hips so his hand can slip under your cute little cotton sleep shorts. His weight is against your back, pinning you down to the mattress. Your hips buck, but you find that you can't move because he's pinned you with his hips. Long slender fingers swirl over your needy little clit, cooing in your ear as it swells and twitches underneath his touch. Your bleary eyes blink open, wide watery eyes glancing up at him as you beg. "Daddy please. More." "More more more, such a greedy little thing." He laughs, giving you reprieve as his fingers sink into your heat, the way he has you pinned ensuring that your clit grinds against his palm and you're whining needly. He can feel you squeezing and sucking in his fingers as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. Ran Haitani loves the smell of shea butter and vanilla. @audrinui

[kenuis]

Ran Haitani has never had a desire for children. 

He’s content to sit back and let that be Rindou’s thing. He’s happy to sit on the sidelines and watch his brother struggle through the various stages of his niece’s life. From diaper changes to first steps, to her first words, he's seen her through it all and learned right alongside his brother. But Ran is content being Uncle Ran. He doesn't need much else in his life. And then he meets you. You're his niece's ballet teacher and despite her being only 4, you have an endless amount of patience with her. You adjust her arms, talk to her soft and sweet. You help adjust tutus, and tights, with a saccharine smile. It makes his stomach bottom out and his chest do weird things and then there's a heat in his loins. Ran Haitani has never has a desire for children. But maybe one or two with you wouldn't be so bad. @dyerei @audrinui @s4no

[kenuis]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☽༊˚ Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji

Come Through and Chill - plug!draken x fem!reader

[kenuis]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

・❥・Tokyo Revengers

・❥・Jujutsu Kaisen

・❥・ Gangsta!

・❥・Blue lock

・❥・Attack on Titan

・❥・My Hero Academia

[kenuis]

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬

#✧.*isla. journal - thoughts, ramblings etc.

#✧.*isla. library - fics, fic recs!

#✧.*Isla. art gallery - fan art

#✧.*Isla. grimoires - original works

#✧.* familiars. {xxxx} - moots

#✧.* shadows - anons

#✧.* tw: {xxxx} content - content warnings

#✧.* soulmate. {xxxx} - self ships

#✧.* spell casting - events and polls

#✧.* reading tea leaves - inbox

[reyes-magia]

“Ama, we need your help. There may be away to locate Catalina even if she’s not using her magic.”

They had all just settled in at the table for a light comida when Luis brought up the topic. A topic he had promised Elena would be discussed later, after she had time to research the spell needed. She felt her anger flare as her older brother cornered her that way, glaring daggers at him while slowly retaking her seat after seen their mother’s plate filled with fruit and cheese. He would be getting an earful later.

Pulling in a breath, she shifted slightly in her chair so that her onyx gaze could level with her mother’s, preparing herself while her four siblings listened on. “The scrying waters have been still as glass since the large disturbances weeks ago. Catalina has stopped using her magic for some reason, and we can’t assume she’ll start again any time soon. Luis…” And she cast yet another piercing glare in his direction as she spoke his name. “…he suggested we might be able to use magia de sangre in order to find Catalina instead.”

Regina listened, fingers laced together in front of her untouched place. “Magia de sangre…” She muttered, brows furrowing. “In order for that to work…”

“Si, ama. One of us would need to go with the team to perform the spell and maintain it until Catalina is found.” A feat for any of them considering their magia weakened when they no longer stood upon the resting place of their ancestors. Their power would be greatly reduced beyond the edges of the shields.

Luis stood. “Let me go, ama. I’ll find our hermana and bring her back.” As the second eldest, it was he duty. He was also the most experienced with magic besides Griselle, who was sitting rim-rod straight as if she might argue to go herself.

Lola was still to young to venture out beyond the borders, and like Isabella, her strength didn’t lay in battle magia. Lola was a seer. Elena could go, but her experience with magia paled beside Luis’s. Strength, power, and a strong mind would be needed to ensure the teams survival and safe return with Catalina.

Regina knew all of this. Intelligence and wisdom still brightened her eyes despite her frail body and advanced age. “It will not be easy, hijo. We know almost nothing of what awaits you beyond the Isla. It will be disorienting and difficult for the entire team, but you most of all.” Her gaze found him, and held him like a spell. “The moment your feet leave this earth your magic will weaken. It will be a blow nothing can prepare you for, and yet you will be expected to use and maintain that spell until Catalina is in your sights. While also protecting your team.”

She waited until she saw the sheer determination and drive in his eyes before nodding; Her attention moving to Elena. “You must find the spell in our grimoires and instruct Luis how to use it. It is to you the job of preparing him and the team for this task.” The historian in the family. The one with pages of notes taken from new arrivals of what the outside world was like. Who spent hours pouring over any books people brought with them…the grimoires of their ancestors.

“Si, ama. Lo que sea necesario.”

Regina nodded and looked one more time to Luis. “Lo que sea necesario, but do not bring war back to our doorstep.” She was dying, and did not need an international incident to be Catalina’s welcome home present.

@elreinodeparaiso

[dreamyarcana]

@me-yasato was so kind to draw a beautiful picture of my apprentice, Isla~ Many thanks to them and please go check them out - they're a fantastic artist! I haven't posted her grimoire profile yet, but Isla's magic is kind of like a modified version of astrokinesis - she can create stars and whatnot. I haven't figured out it's extent but honestly I'd envision something like being able to create meteors at its strongest and small baby stars at it's weakest ✨

[dreamyarcana]

3, 6 ,13~ my dear friend..

3. What type/s of magic do they specialize in?6. Describe their grimoire profile.13. What do they think of the various animals they encounter at the palace?

3. *screams* I haven’t picked it yet xD LOL uhhh

well, I mean, tarot readings, obviously. I’d expect Isla definitely to be in like astrology “magic” which, I suppose, is more knowledge than facts. But if we’re talking like Asra’s crazy af magic, simple healing spells (nothing life saving, but things like a small cut, etc) and perhaps slight emotional manipulation? which sounds horrible, I know, but you know how some people kind of radiate a comforting prescence? maybe something similar to that

6. 

Isla

The charismatic but daydreaming apprentice who strives for knowledge of people and a fairy tale ending. ♓

Favorite Food: Blueberry Parfait

Favorite Drink: Sparkling Cider

Favorite Flower: Rose

13. Scared af of all of them except Pepi and Faust. She doesn’t really like eels, unfortunately, she thinks its low key creepy and sad that they exist in places they don’t belong. Doesn’t really like the dogs, either, but she can tolerate them better than she can the eels, lol

Y’ALL GO FOLLOW THESILVERARMADA BC THEIR ART???????? IS SOMETHING ELSE!!! THEY DREW MY APPRENTICE AND ARE AMAZING AND SWEET!!!!!