#not the bussi ring

[shiftythrifting]

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

I think something went wrong with my copy of the DLC. Did anyone else get this for killing the final boss?

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the try fingers but hole prophecy fulfilled

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Helluva Bussiness Comic Page 20

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[saenora]

Yee I’m going to be a boss

IKK ITS SO STUPID?? That’s why I’m going to see the lead guy or whatever tomorrow bc likee

I’m not doing that unless I absolutely have to

YES YES!! GET IT THROUGH WITHE ADMIN!! THATS THE WISE THING!!

[yupaendo]

I love the idea of Bruce Wayne keeping his children secret like on those fanfics where nobody knows Tony Stark has another child other than Morgan???

I have already talked about this, but is like the whole fostering and adopting his children was super top secret and all the cps that knew about them were like super well paid. So the only ones that are publicly know (since the assosiation with batman in their public personas could be lesser AND they either wanted to be public or didn't have another choice) are Tim and Damian.

(All the other children of Bruce are still his children, but Dick didn't want people to know about him due to MANY things, Jason was super scared, Cass hated the idea of everyone knowing her before she was ready. All of them were more complex but wth).

Tim's parents were very publicly dead. He was also bery publicly Bruce's intern/heir and somewhat board member?? Bruce adopted him that very moment, and everyone tought "well, that's fine, it was prob. a financial move" but still was like "better not???" So they had to say that he took care of Tim when his parents were out of the country (which kinda true but kinda not...) and even showed photos of 14yr old Tim in the manor (he is 16-17 in this moment)

AND THEN, came Damian. He was insisten in being shown, since he was the blood child and kinda weird and insecure so Bruce gave him the pleasure and ALL of Gotham was like omg your actions are catching up on you and Bruce, to prevend Damian from being bullied and called a bastard son (which is only important if you are rich and famous and as man eater and womanizer as brucie) had to say that, in fact, he was married when damian was concived.

(This was, ofc, a whole other drama. Bcuz he was never, ever publiclly married, yet there is paperwork and blurred photos, etc. And Bruce still keeps the rings (talia left hers too) so...)

Anyways, so then lets say a couple of years have passed. Both of Bruce's children are grown up and Tim is fully into the W.E. bussiness + whatever else he wants to do, same with damian. And then one day the three of them are talking in front of some w.e. emplyees or at a gala or sum and Bruce, acting like a father (which he only does when his children are right in frontal of him) is all like "can any of you call your brother X/sister and tell them..." and everyone is like 😧😧😧😧😧

And then people say he has like a little child now, that this, that, etc. And it's really like... olympic golden metal winner Dick grayson (or professor from blud d.g., or policeman from blud d.g., or firefighter d.g., or detective d.g.,) or super ballerina cassandra w. (which, ok, Wayne is not THAT common) or some random man from the low sides of gotham that is either a) a mob boss or 2) a teacher or some letters major

[idleness-24-7-blog]

@hehehereliesmysanity this hc is so sweet 🥰

And @groenendaelfic your fic was awesome I love it 💖 baby Wilmon where so cute and a great trouble makers haha

think about wilmon meeting in kindergarten and a five-year-old wille stealing one of kristina's rings and proposing to simon

think about Linda thinking it is a paper ring when Simon came back from kindergarten and told her wille proposed and he said yes

think about Linda calling Krissy to give the ring back after seeing it is a real diamond ring and laughing about it together

think about Krissy giving the ring back to wille when he wants to propose for real in the future when they are adults

think about linda telling this story on their wedding and everyone laughing but wilmon being embarrassed and shy but happy and giddy because this is always bound to happen

[drowningmist]

𓇢𓆸 [4:14 AM] GOJO SATOROU

You glared at your phone, infront of you on the mattress which had been ringing for five minutes straight.

12 missed calls from toru☆ , it shows.

Your phone brightened again with a message

"Baby please pick up the phone"

You grabbed your rectangle and switched it off. You were never like this, never ignored the stressful situations, always confronted them but right now you were in a tight spot yourself.

You have been with gojo satoru the gojo satoru for 8 months now and you were happy, happier with him. But never dated before the sudden relationship made changes in your life which you only came to notice now. Now you had a person to remind you to take rest after studying, now there was a person waiting for you to cuddle him, now you saw places never seen before although leaving in this city for almost 2 years. Now you had conversations with your aged people that didn't end with just a small question related to assignments. Maybe, you liked the nows so much, this new change in your life that you side tracked from your goal, what you came her for. This was your dream university for which you worked so damn hard to get in, it took you two attempts to get into this uni , the first time you got sidetracked , had friends , you get swayed by them. The failure gave you a reality check and only you knew how hopelessly and desperately you tried again, completely alone fighting your depressed tired mind that you will make it this time and you did and you swore you would never repeat your mistakes and only focus on being the best student in your firm and get placement, a job , a peaceful solace life. That was your plan but then came gojo satoru.

He was in bussiness branch, you being in robotics and automation. But you both shared a few clubs and that was enough for the gojo satoru to set an eye on you. That was it, man had your whole schedule revised, your cafe order to you favourite place in the library. Initially, you despised him. He had everything you didn't have, got admission cuz he was rich while you rubbed your ass, unsurprisingly popular and surprisingly one of the best bussiness student for straight two years. You often wondered when did he studied and how much, did he even had time for it after his night outs . Maybe it was jealousy you felt but you don't know, your heart don't know what he his eyes did to you in the two years of knowing, from pulling away and pushing his advantages to grabbing his face to gently peck him from making a disgusting face when he was around to greeting him with open arms and snuggling to his chest.

But yesterday's results of your mid semester pulled you back on earth. Yeah , afterall you didn't belonged there with the gojo satoru who had everything you didn't and gained everything you couldn't. Unlike him you had to be consistent you weren't gifted, hardwork was your key. You weren't here to fall in love, you were here to be the best student. And maybe it was your insecurity but you always thought you were just his temporary infatuation, a fling, you thought it wouldn't last he will get bored of your stiff personality and leave you alone. But you were immune to being left alone what you feared was the failure you didn't wanted to repeat the pattern. So, you broke up with him and in the worst way possible on a text. Maybe it was intentional you wanted him to stop chasing you, stop loving you , stop looking at you as the most priced possession.

There was a knock on the door, you remained still but then the few more thuds had you standing on your doorstep.

"I know you are there open up"

" its early sato- gojo, go home". You gulped down your whimpers and spoke sternly.

You heard a dry laugh from the other side

"Gojo, huh?"

Then there was another thud on your door making you jump, this one was the loudest.

"Stop , you will disturb the neighbors! "

"You open the door and I'll stop knocking" he replied curtly

Sighing you open the door mentally readying your break up speech. But you didn't get the chance, just as you opened the door gojo was pulling you to your couch settling you there and then crouching down to your eye level and flashing you his phone screen.

" Explain".

You eyed his phone it was opened to your today's conversation more specifically your message of breaking it off.

You looked at him but immediately looked away.

Was he able to make this type of face before?

" there's nothing to explain, I want to break up with you"

He scoffed

"Why?"

"You are .. you sighed " I don't want to be in a relationship now"

"Should have thought before kissing me"

You glared at him

" I am not able to manage it all. My studies and our relationship "

Gojo cupped your face and sighed

"Oh baby.., you should have said so ,we can just study togeher its a win win, u see? we could plan study dates then ..hmm yeah thats a good change of pace, we can meet in the library and study or we could plan home dates too-

"Gojo" he stopped

"You don't get it.. i-i don't want to be in a relationship! I want to focus on my studies"

"Nobody is stopping you from studying and your way of studying is not healthy at all. it's always good to relax and don't worry about managing stuff I'm a part of your life now just like you are of mine, all I want is for you to be healthy and happy . who will stop you when you are at your limit-

"You are a distraction gojo! You are the problem if it weren't for you then I wouldn't have to go through all this again I don't want to experience that shitty feeling of being a failure!"

''distraction''

his lower lip wobbled as he tried not to sniff even thought there were no tears in his eyes.he was looking at you with flummoxed expression on his face.

you paused at his crack of voice and kept your head low.

''just leave please''

Nobody said anything and gojo got up and left without uttering another word and you remained still tears cascading your eyes which started to fall as you heard the door shut.

[lyrenminth]

You silly girl

n/a: sorry in advance for any mistakes.

***

You were a matchmaker. You enjoyed the process of getting two people together and watching how they fell in love for eachother. During your teenage years you considered to made it a bussiness.

Your friends always teased you about the irony of being a matchmaker and being single for almost three years. But you didn't worry, the one would arrive at any moment, so meanwhile you would enjoy all the weddings.

One of your friend, Joe was single too. And Jocelyn, your gorgeous model friends was single and ready for a relationship. So, your duty was to introduce them to eachother during a meeting with friends. You stole glances that night at them, watching them talk the whole night. Ring, ring, ring! Another success. After the party you made your interrogation individually. Jocelyn was smitten by Joe.

"He's so handsome, a little bit weird but I can pull out with that" she stated, eyes glistening with hope.

"Great! I'm going to ask him" she grabbed your arm, suddenly shy "I know you want the best for me but Joe gave me the impression he wasn't that into me as I was into him"

"Nonsense. I'm going to talk to him"

"Oh, please you better not" you looked at her face, and realize the best thing to do was to leave it behind. Somehow it weird you out, that night Joe seemed interested, perhaps you misread him?

A couple of days later you were in Joe house, you were making spicy chicken wings as Joe watched tape on his Mac.

"You can help, you know?" you teased him, putting sauce in each wing.

"I told you we should buy them but you didn't want me to" he stated, lifting his index finger.

Then, you brought the topic in a "friendly way".

"Hey, what is your impression of Jocelyn, isn't she nice?" you started. Joe paused the video and looked at you, serious.

"I know your fame, and I'm telling you right now isn't gonna work"

"My fame?" you asked, incredulous.

"Your matchmaking thing" he replied without fun.

"So, Jocelyn is a no?" he didn't replied, only looked at you from head to toe as if you were a big cockroach in his kitchen. "Okayyy, I was thinking you could be a great couple that's it" you said, trying to change his mood.

"You're clueless" he was talking to you in this annoying voice that made you get defensive. Joe wasn't like this usually, only when he was big mad for a reason.

"Wow, I'm just trying to help you"

"With?"

"You know is weird that a star quaterback is single. Makes you wonder"

"Wonder what?" his tone was cold and sharp, it made your heart clench. You looked at him, dead in the eye and start shaking your head. You put the wings aside, not wanting to be there "You're behaving like an asshole, Joe" he frowned. "How so?"

"I'm just trying to help"

"I don't need your help, and I don't want to date anyone right know because..." he stopped himself, you waited. He rubbed his face, exasperated. "I feel like you think I'm broken or something. I'm not, it's just my job is hard, finding a partner that can deal with it it's hard. So, stop with the matchmaking thing, please"

"I-I never thought you were broken, I was just trying to help you because a partner might help overall." you explained, worried about his thoughts about the situation. "I didn't meant to be intrusive"

"If you think a partner is better overall why don't you get one" he shoot back. You shrugged, not making a big deal about it. "Sorry, Joe"

He sighed, and you stayed in silence for a minute or so. Joe was the first to speak. "There's another reason why I don't want Jocelyn" you raised your head to look at him. He was nervous and a little red on the cheek. "Can you guess?" you shook your head as the answer.

"No clue"

"Would you believe if i say it's because of you" you felt the air around you dissapear from one moment to another. You frowned, confused about what he was saying. "Excuse me?" you said in a high pitch tone.

"I can't seem to like anyone when you're around. Believe,I have tried but..." he shrugged, and look innocent, almost.

"Why?" you asked, stupefied. He laugh lowly, craned his neck to one side. "For being a matchmaker you're truly clueless. Maybe because I like you?"

"What" you started blushing, looking everywhere but him. "How's that so? You never show any sign"

"Didn't I? Maybe answering your calls during busy moments, or inviting to every social event or buying you all those weird snacks you liked wasn't good enough? Perhaps should I tell you how happy and focused I am around you, how lonely I feel when you aren't around making me wonder if there's something wrong with me. You're eveything right for me"

The silence was deafening. His words shock your to your core. Joe was in love with you? What. The. Hell.

And somehow, you understood his feelings because in some years of your long-time friendship he was everything you could see. Blinded by him, you know. It was the a delicious and painful feeling. Loving someone you were sure they loved you in a different way.

But now you have Joe looking at you, expectantly. His blue-green eyes you always wanted your kids to inherit, the perfect bunny nose. The tiny smile.

"Sorry, but I had no clue" Joe's smile faltered, sensing rejection. "I don't know what to say, I've been loving you all these years" you said, in a low tone. "I never thought you would love me back"

"I do" he said ardently. He got closer to you, and face-to-face you could see all the emotions. He was nervous when he cupped your face between his hands. "I've been feeling this for years, but I want to feel like this forever"

"Joe" you said whispered his name, still in shock. Sometimes he was such a romantic it made you giggled, surprisingly happy. "You're right I was clueless"

"You have a choice now" he stated.

"Of course I want to date my best friend" you said standing on your toes to kiss him. He caught your lips midway.

When you stopped to catch your breath he gave you a big smile. All happy.

"Better than my imagination"

[dolliestfairy]

і L᥆ᥲ𝖿 hᥱr 𐒖᥆ ოᥙᥴh ּ ᮫ ˵ ִ ۪۫ 🥧 𓋜

Sukuna, & Toji hcs with chubby!fem!reader who is a baker (∩˃o˂∩)♡🧁

Author note 🥧 : this is a continuation from the Yuuji, Megumi, and Nanami hcs part 1 with baker!chubby!fem!reader that you can find in my masterlist in the pinned post.

Warning 🥧 : Blood & Flesh mentioned, cursing word, some tinyy spice in toji part, reader skin color is not announced. & some misspelled word maybe? this is just pure fluff.

Part One ♡ Part Two ♡ Part Three

Enjoy reading my Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ ּ ᮫ ˵ ִ ۪۫ ♫

✧ Sukuna

• doesnt want to admit it but he's freaking love you and would kill for you.

• he really really wants to taste the deliciousness of your pastry and bread but his tongue will never work :(

• he just like silently drooling seeing people eating your pastry snd bread while he's just sitting in his throne mind empty only full with "i wanna taste that type of food" even though he know his tongue couldnt handle it.

• he sometimes ask if you could make a pastry or a bread made of curses flesh & blood 💀

• and you would tell him "kuna.. thats not gonna happen."

• big king curse pout :(

• he just gonna be dreaming all day while imagining the taste of your pastry and bread in a way his tongue could accept, that was his biggest dream </3.

✧ Toji

• he think of you as a Wife material.

• you : round, soft, good for breeding, own a bakery and can make a good pastry and bread!? yum yum, diamond rings is on the way!!

• would always bring the topic of what-you-can-do to his other companion, like everytime he's in a conversation, he's always somehow manage to bring you and your bakery bussiness into it. even if the conversaton with naoya zenin.

• but if the conversation turns to be negative, like they mock you or something, you bet your ass this big guy will break their fricking nose for look down and talk down on you.

• "watch your filthy goddamn mouth over my fiancee, you fuckface."

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Helluva Bussiness Comic Page 19

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

I need my fingers in Santi’s bussy

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT!

All Night

Trans!Santiago Pope Garcis x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Summary: You get your fingers in Santi's bussy.

Warnings: Fingering, squirting, overstimulation, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 393

Santi whines, biting his lip, his eyes screwed up tight. His fingers have paled with how hard he’s holding the headboard. 

“Like that?” You tease, your voice low. 

He nods rapidly, whimpering out an affirmative as you curl and stroke your fingers against his velvety walls. He's soaking wet, just gushing onto your hand. His muscles tensing and flexing as your thumb rubs his swollen clit. 

His thighs squeeze your sides, his body trying to simultaneously push closer and away from the deep pleasure as you kneel between his legs. 

Sweat runs down his chest, pools at his collarbone bone and you just about manage to resist the urge to lean forward and lick a thick stripe up his neck. But you can’t bear to tear your eyes away from his face scrunched up in pleasure and how his pussy flutters around your fingers. Creamy white has started to gather around the base of your knuckle, the practically obscene sound of his slick growing with every movement. 

“I’m, I’m,” he swallows, almost hiccuping. “I’m gonna come.” He sobs, opening his eyes a crack to stare pitifully up at you. 

You smile wickedly. “I don’t care.” 

He chokes back a whimper in surprise. 

“I’m gonna keep my fingers, right here.” You press at his spongy walls as you flick his clit with your thumbnail and he wails in pleasure. “Gonna keep playing with you no matter what, so I don’t care Santi if you come or not.” 

“Please!”

“Please what?” 

He shakes his head, not knowing what he’s asking for as he rocks his hips desperately to the rhythm of your hand.  

“Come whenever you want,” you repeat, a little sweeter this time. “I’m gonna make you come again right after.” 

He groans, his back starting to arch. “Fuck, please.” 

“Then I’m gonna fuck you.”

He moans loudly. 

“Then I’m gonna shove a vibrator inside you and make you come and come and come all night.” 

He screams as the pleasure overwhelms him, his whole body shaking as it paralyses him in place. Slick squirts out of his pussy, dripping down your wrist to mix with his sweat that soaks into the bedsheets.

You slow down slightly, but never fully stop, until his breathing calms and he opens his eyes once more. 

You then give him another wicked smile and pick up the pace. 

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Easy Prey (An Underestimation) | Miguel x M!Reader

Brother's BFF Miguel! x Male!Reader W/C: 3.2k

#NSFW, college party, cringe dirty talk, butt plugs, bussy loading, alcohol usage, pot usage, vaping, reader is a little shit, miguel gets got, fluff, it's kinda cute tho, consensual sex, car sex

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"Who is that?" Miguel asked over the howl of party-goers and blasted music. He held his shitty beer in one hand, and a weird concoction of juice, something and…something suspicious in his other hand. Lyla really knew how to embody college in her get-togethers. 

Sebastian glanced at who Miguel gestured to with the tilt of a chin, and he burst into drunken laughter. 

"Dude. No. Nooo no no, nope. That's–nope," he answered, very helpfully. "Just very no." 

Miguel rolled his eyes as his best friend's girl kissed her man, and stole away Miguel's chance of learning just who the alt weirdo lounging on the couch was. Christ, people in love were so fucking annoying. 

"Why, what's his baggage? Drug dealer? Academic dishonesty?" Miguel took a deep drink from the red solo cup and grimaced. "Fuck, what the hell is in this?" 

Sebastian let his girlfriend kiss his neck as he finally gave Miguel an answer. "That's my little brother, dipshit. You remember (Name)? I've only mentioned him like a thousand billion times." 

"Huh." Miguel sipped his beer this time. 

(Name). 

Yeah. Through the haze of booze and the boom of the bass, Miguel did recognize that name. He didn't know you had such a pretty face, though. 

Seb smacked his friend's shoulder. "He's sooo off-limits, dude, so off-limits." 

Miguel scoffed, brandishing an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. "Says who?" 

"Says me, you fucking whore–you're not going to stick your horse dick in my baby brother, you got that?" And he sounded serious, but Miguel didn't really care much. "Hey, hey, if you fuck him, I'm gonna rip your cock off and shove it up your ass and then light you on fire, Miguel. I'm so fucking serious."

"Baby," Seb's girl cooed, "why don't we go wind down a little, huh? I think you need to lay down and cool off." 

"Yeah, go lay down, Sebby," Miguel chided.

"I–but I–okay, I'm gonna go do a 'lil nappy nap," he started, letting his girl drag him away from his arch nemesis, "but when I come back, you better've not cum in my brother, you hear me, O'hara?" 

"Bye bye, sweet dreams," Miguel called instead of answering. He downed the cursed solo drink as soon as Sebastian was spirited away and made his way over to you. 

Miguel more or less brute forced his spot on the couch next to you, pushing between you and some other guy that was getting too handsy with his prey. The other guy threw half-assed complaints and curses at Miguel, but one simple condescending glance had him backing off. Hah. So weak. 

"Woah, you really just–just made a spot for yourself, hey?" You said, earning his attention back. "Kinda hot. Really hot. You're hot." 

Miguel smirked as he looked you over. He liked the sound of your voice, and the lazy, relaxed gaze you met him with. Normally, he didn't go for the softcore scene type, but the black nails suited you, as did the ring showcasing your septum. 

"Couldn't ignore a damsel in distress," Miguel leaned in to say before he slipped his arm along the back of the couch. "I'm Miguel. Miguel O'hara." 

"Cool. You fuck guys?" You licked your lips and, oh god, was that the gleam of a tongue stud he saw?

Excitement bubbled in Miguel's gut. "Straight to the point, huh? I like that." He finished off his beer and set the can down to focus on you. "I fuck anyone with a pretty face."

"Oh. Wow. Damn." He watched your leisurely fingers touch all up and down his body. The firm pushes and soft pinches were left in the right places, like you'd done this before to other men. Miguel figured he was probably the best specimen you'd ever laid eyes on.

And then you kissed him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Somehow, it did feel natural, like you'd been dating for years and had done this a million times before, but still drowned in the excitement of one another. 

Miguel anchored one hand to your waist while the other freely travelled from your shoulder to your neck to the side of your face. He jolted when your fidgety hand slid down to his clothed cock and gave a hearty squeeze. Damn, you really were straight to the point. 

But the way you kissed was another story--you took your time, licking deep into his mouth and prodding behind every tooth to commit Miguel's mouth to memory. You made the sweetest noises, too, reacting to however Miguel decided to taste along the top of your mouth, how he bit your tongue lightly to stop it from leaving him. It'd been so long since Miguel had a partner like you. 

"Let's take this somewhere else," Miguel whispered into your skin while his hands started to wander to your hips, your waist, your legs. "Unless you're an exhibitionist freak." 

"Woooah, you'd fuck me right here if I wanted? And they say chivalry is dead." Miguel laughed something genuine, only cutting off when you kissed him. "But no, no, I like gettin' messy in privacy." 

"Then let's get messy."

Miguel picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. The choked half-laugh, half-squawk you let out earned you a sharp slap on the ass as he stole you away to eat you whole, like a jaguar dragging its kill up into a tree for a little privacy. 

He could navigate Lyla's house easily, expertly dodging the flailing limbs and spilling drinks of party-goers as he searched for somewhere quiet to take his prize. But every room he checked had its own lust-crazed college students busy fucking or about to get things started. 

You piped up from your spot on Miguel's shoulder, though, suggesting the perfect place to fuck: your truck. 

"Pretty big," Miguel commented as you both rushed to fold down the back seats to make more room for playtime. 

"Mmmn, I like big." You slammed the boot closed before shuffling back to him. "Bigger is better." 

Miguel grinned wolfishly before pinning you down. "Glad you understand." 

You helped him pull everything off of you from the waist down before you yanked him back in for another sloppy, drunken kiss. His hands, broad and calloused from years of lifting weights, felt up every inch of exposed skin, from your waist, to your thighs, to the powerful curve of your calves, and back up again. Admittedly, he didn't expect you to be in-shape. You weren't built like your brother, a buff, tall meathead; you were built more like a runner: slim, toned, agile.

"Wait, wait, wait," you gasped when Miguel's kisses started migrating lower and lower. The man looked up at you, brow quirked, impatience tugging down the corner of his mouth. "I wanna–" 

"Nope," Miguel cut in.

"Whaaat? I just–'M not allowed to feel you up–? I wanna see your muscles," you whined.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Don't care."

Miguel ignored your drunken complaints while he focused on getting you prepped and ready for his own satisfaction. Sure, he liked letting his prizes fawn over him, obsess over his muscles and leave feverish touches on his tawny skin, but time was of the essence; who knew when your brother would roll up and ruin things? 

He leaned back up and stuck his fingers into your mouth for a few, rude thrusts before yanking them out and easing your legs open so–oh. 

A twinkling, pink, heart-cut gem winked at him in greeting, and a jolt of excitement went straight to Miguel's straining cock. He swallowed as he watched it flicker and gleam with every little shift of your impatient hips. Part of him wanted to leave it in. But the worse side of him wanted to yank it out, and give it something to hold in. 

"What's this?" He asked, patronizingly as he gave the plug a bit of a tug. "Guess you are a freak, huh?" Miguel asked in a rich, smokey tone. 

But instead of getting embarrassed and shrinking away like he expected, you just wiggled your ass tauntingly. 

"'S a buttplug," you said matter-of-factly. "Wanted to get laid t'night." You reached your mischievous hand down between your legs and drummed two fingers against the crystalline base. "Stuffed lube in first. Makes hookin' up fast 'n easy," you explained as you gripped the heart and started to tease the plug free. Miguel's hand caught your wrist before you could get very far. 

"And people call me a degenerate," he laughed. Miguel pulled your hand away and took over, watching with rapt attention as the silvered metal plug started to emerge. "But you're just…somethin' else." 

You mewled softly and your thighs tensed the slightest bit when the plug slipped out before a generous amount of lube oozed from your emptied hole. Miguel eagerly scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back inside. Knowing him and his size, he'd need every last drop. 

"People call you a degenerate?" You said through a snorted laugh. "Why? You're like–you're so–" you gasped in the same way a 90's horror final girl would when you caught sight of The Thing being pulled from Miguel's pants, "--b-big. Wow. Big. Can I take a pic?" 

"What? What do you–can you–no, Christ." He sighed as he stroked himself with your slick and didn't waste much time with foreplay or warming up before mounting you again. "Think you might be worse than me after all, you know that?" 

"Probably am." You squirmed a little under his body as he caged you in, his thick arms bracing on either side of your head, and his hard, heavy chest looming above you as he got his massive frame comfortable in the trunk of your truck. It was insane to think that, even with the seats down and nothing in the way, Miguel still almost didn't fit. Part of you kind of thought he might weigh more than the car, too. Hm. 

But finally, finally, Miguel dragged the hot tip of his cock against your soft, pliant entrance before jamming himself inside with a blissed-out sigh. 

"Fuck," he breathed before pulling out the slightest bit and pressing in deeper again, and again, and again, until he bottomed out. His nerves flared when your hand slipped down to your own weeping length and stroked yourself, selfishly chasing your high with no regard for Miguel. 

He scoffed, and bitterly refused to hold back. The pace started off brutal and fast, Miguel using you the same way you were using him. Annoyance fuelled his tempo. He didn't know why your lack of giving a shit aggravated him, but it did. And he didn't like it. 

But when he finally got a breathy, thin gasp out of you, he smirked. 

"Oh? Finally something out of you. Tch." He folded you in half and hiked your legs over his solid shoulders to drill into you harder. Another small sigh fuelled his ego. "You like that, huh? You like being bent up, outta sorts, fucked by a stranger at a party, huh? That get you off?" 

The ladies always crumpled under his heinous words and dirty talking; their expressions warped into something pathetic and embarrassed, they'd make the worst discount pornstar noises, or they'd cum right on the spot. It was a great thing, a beautiful thing, something that Miguel prided himself with quite a bit. 

So why were you shaking with bottled laughter? 

Miguel's eye twitched. "What's so funny?" 

"Y-you just–you talk like you watch too much porn–! I'm just s-saying, man, this is kinda wild." A confusing mix of laughs and gasps punched out of your lungs as your back started to arch. "I-It's making it hard to cum–" 

"Shut up, just shut up–you're making me regret this," Miguel bit out, trying to hasten his pace to finish up and leave you in the dust. "I didn't know you were so fucking annoying." 

You moaned sweetly as he nailed that sweet spot of yours perfectly, before never hitting it again. "Awe, boo hoo, gonna cry 'cause I think your dirty talk's cringe? Life is sooo hard–" you squeaked as he pulled back and out abruptly. Your legs clattered to the ground and you barked out another hyena laugh as Miguel moved to tuck himself away with the most unreal sour expression you'd ever seen. 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't give up," you cooed. "Come on, you know you wanna finish the job. I'm so submissive." 

"I fucking can't with that fucking annoying fucking mouth of yours," Miguel grumbled before spitting bars of Spanish at you. 

Feeling a rush of energy, you tackled him as well as you could in your truck, and managed to wrestle that hulk onto his back. He was glaring at you when you finally managed to straddle him, but in a sort of embarrassed-mad way, not a real pissed off look. Still, you had to test the waters. 

"Off," Miguel said. 

"Woah, woah, woah, I can do the whole dirty talk thing if you want," you bartered. 

"No. Off." 

"Come on," you whined before leaning down to his ear and dropping your voice down into a dripping dark chocolate, "you're such a good boy, Miguel, let me treat you right." 

And with a greedy little wriggle of your hips against his stiffy, Miguel was doomed. 

"Fucking–fine, you little–" but he couldn't finish that thought, not when he suddenly found himself plunged back into your tight heat. 

"Bah, come on," you prodded as you rocked your hips at a selfish, primal pace. "Say it if it gets you off." 

With a mind of their own, Miguel's hips jolted up to meet your downwards momentum, and a near animalistic cry hoarsely tore through your throat. And once again, Miguel couldn't help the jerk of his pelvis grinding up against you–you were proving to be too much. 

"Fuck," you gasped. You stroked yourself again, now faster and with the broken tempo of your chaotic coupling. "You like being dominated? That it? Told what to do 'n then get some praise for being so, so good?" The laugh you let out could only be labelled evil. "Mmmn, that's hot." 

But Miguel couldn't speak, not through his mind blanking bright white every time your bodies crashed together. Even when he tried to speak, only gasps and pathetic moans and pleas slipped out of him, suddenly begging you to fuck him harder, to make him finish, to let him cum inside of you and mark you as taken for the night. Reality felt so far away and numb, even when he knocked his head against the ground as he came.

You felt his nails bite your sides as liquid heat filled in the space where Miguel couldn't reach. Miguel's teeth clenched together with an audible clack as you laughed at him, riding him for all he was worth, using him past the point of over stimulation without a care in the world. 

"Shit," you moaned quietly, then chanted it over and over, breathing faster and harder as you pushed yourself towards the edge. But you were a little shit, so of course you scrambled to push up Miguel's shirt just before you finished, just in time to streak sticky white webs of cum onto those well-defined abs of his. 

Miguel finally caught a break. He held you in a vice grip, not trusting you to behave while you both calmed down and fought to steady your breathing. Your fingers trailed across his stomach and abdomen, tracing the dips and curves of hardwork and dedication, and also smearing trails of your spend on him. 

"I've decided. I hate you. So, so much," Miguel said. He let his eyes fall closed again as he accepted his fate. 

You laughed, more amused and playful than mean and mocking this time, and drummed your fingers against his sticky skin. "Yeah. Fair. Kudos to you for being a good sport, though." You paused for a moment. "Wanna get high?" 

"Yes." 

Shockingly, you were quite good with the aftercare; you took it upon yourself to clean the both of you up with a plethora of wet wipes, paying special attention to the mess you'd made on Miguel's stomach and leaving no trace behind on him. As for yourself, you stuffed the silver plug back into your ass and called it a day, only really needing to clean up any sin that'd escaped your insides. 

You both more or less got dressed, and then you hit the vape. Miguel wasn't a stranger to Mary J, but he didn't often vape. He was used to messy blunts rolled by idiots like your brother, but admittedly, he kind of liked this more. 

"It's not bad," Miguel remarked as he examined the silvery pen. "Lot less…y’know." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get what you mean." You stretched languidly across Miguel's lap, and plucked the pen from his fingers. You took a deep, lazy drag while your newfound friend exhaled a cloud of vapor. "Smoke works better for hot boxing, though. Blunts do, I mean." 

Miguel hummed, lost in the haze of his thoughts, warmed by the buzzing in the back of his skull and your weight across his lap. His fingertips dipped beneath your clothes, absent-mindedly seeking comfort in the heat of your body in his lap. His broad palm pressed flat against your stomach, and you rested your smaller hand over his. 

"You think the, uh, the chick who owns this place is gonna freak if I crash here?" You asked before crafting a few smoke rings. "'M toootally fucked up. Driving's a no-no." 

"Lyla won't care," Miguel said with a yawn. "She's a witch, but not a psycho bitch." 

"Hah. You know her?" 

"She's basically my sister. Unfortunately." Miguel huffed and shook his head.

"Oh, cool, cool. She's fire. Like her. Really chill, but in, like, a smart way," you rambled. 

"Pretty good way to put it." Miguel smiled. 

"Yeah? Yeah. I'm kinda smart sometimes, too. Not super smart, but, y'know, selectively smart." You nodded and stretched again with a yawn. "That's how I bag hot guys. Like you, I guess. But this was more fun. You're more fun 'n a better sport than most guys I mess with." 

Miguel stared at the foggy windows. Fun. That's what he was thinking, too. He never had the chance to smoke a joint or indulge in aftercare with most of his one night stands, but it's not like he'd gone out of his way to make that happen, either. He'd never really had a partner mock him either, though. You were kinda weird. But in a good, fun way. 

"Yeah. I had fun," Miguel admitted. When his eyes slid back to you, you were grinning, and a sweet dusting of strawberry powder lit up your soft cheeks. Miguel couldn't help his own smile. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"Oh. Cool, cool." 

"Wanna go out with me?" The question caught Miguel by surprise, too. He didn't really commit to people. He didn't really become exclusive with people. But hey, people changed. 

You fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Mmn, what's in it for me?" 

"Bragging rights." Miguel smirked. "You know how many people want me?" 

"Hmm." 

He huffed, now, your skepticism doing a number on his ego. "I–well what do–you'd get dick, big dick, get chauffeured around, I'd pay for dates–" 

"Would you go see a musical with me if I asked?" 

Ah. The ultimate test. 

"...Yes." 

"'Kay. We're gonna go see Grease tomorrow night–uh, tonight. Technically." 

A grin split Miguel's face and ached his cheeks. "Alright." 

You smiled back. "Alright." 

"Just don't tell your brother." 

"Lame."

[breadtheend]

NAGA HEADCANNONS

Cw. Drugs, mentions of war, Naga being deranged. Bonus Naga face hcs in the end

GENERAL

-Short king 5'3ft/160cm

-Asexual

-Actually Hmong (thank you @vasyandii for this info)

-Has anger issues tho he's also a cocky bastard

-And also very much holds grudges, accidentally spilled coffee on him 3 weeks ago? He's still planning on your death

-Also has some superiority issues and some apathetic tendencies

-Was an addict at one point in his career, probably the reason why he's not a warlord anymore. "Nowadays"(1980s) he still does drugs but in "controled" quantities

-Unsurprisingly this causes him to be more deranged some days

-Likes arts n crafts, to be specific, painting clothes and characterizing things to make It "more him"

-Simultaneously doesnt care abt his appearence while also being a very vainy person. Like he's the type of person to just shave his head bcs fuck it its easier this way but also owns HOARDS of acessories

-Will and has taken small trinkets from other dead soldiers (dog tags, small accessories like rings n stuff and also body parts (to both serve as throphies))

-His birthday is most likely wrong (due to the war that was happening in 1950s)+ he doesnt really care? Like he will most likely forget abt it anyways

-Never went to the Beach (lmao)

Headcanons about his backstory:

-Bcs of his height he got picked on a LOT as a kid/teen and to defend himself he started training muay-thai (and IS REALLY GOOD at It too) + other martial arts on the side

-His father was never really a present figure (bcs of the war)

-After some complications his father came back but by this time Naga had already grown a resentment towards him

-His family mostly worked in agriculture and he overall hated doing heavy work

-His mother was ok but died early because of unknown causes

-First started smoking as a teen and tried to quit a few times only to constantly fail on month 2

Career:

-When he was in his early 20s the ongoing war started to have a bigger impact in his life

(Now If I were a good writter I would specify how this led to him being a Warlord, but since im not, have a brief rundown)

-When he joined the war, the team he was assigned to in particular was already very corrupt, and even still Naga saw the wasted potention in it

-So what did he do?

-He killed his boss and took over his army of men

-And well basically he just got more and more power and influence overtime

-Very capable of reading and manipulating someone to his desire. (But he does find intimidating people into submisison more amusing and even fun for him)

-He's slowly drifted into the cartel/smuggling bussiness, starting with weapons, drugs etc

-In his late 20s/early 30s, despite the war being over, he still a very respectable and powerfull man (Warlord) and It was also during this time where he got the reputation of being a "brutal son of a bitch" from the CIA

-At one point in time he did come back to his villa but purely to kill his father lol

Face headcannon

-All of the piercings he has were homemade (aka he did It on himself) but he fucked up on the thongue one

-Since he most likely has enemies (other than the ones we see on BOCW) he has scars from many MANY failed assassination attempts

Anyways thats ALL of my Headcanons for the guy, Hope you guys liked reading them :3

And like always, feedback appreciated

[writing-whump]

Shawn's secret

Isaiah visits Shawn, who isn't in the best shape. Angsty conversation and some emeto.

It took Shawn three rings to shuffle the door, which Isaiah noted as very strange.

"Hey, man! Glad to see you!" Shawn's greeting was characteristically enthusiastic, but his smile was strained and there were large circles under his eyes.

Isaiah stepped in before Shawn moved away, not giving him time to decide whether to let him in or not. It was very rude and forceful for a wolf.

But this was Shawn. Their relationship wasn't close because of its frequency but the intensity of the interactions.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Shawn said, following Isaiah into the kitchen. His feet were bare and he was wearing an oversized white shirt and black sweatpants. Surprisingly relaxed for him, even for home.

Shawn liked being stylish and always ready for a sponatous visits or invites. And he liked colours not the monochrome.

Isaiah walked around the apartment. It was so bare. Almost no things to create his usual chaos.

This was getting more and more suspicious.

Shawn looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You done with the examination? Everything up to your liking?"

"Not exactly, no." Isaiah peeked into the bathroom and the bedroom. The bed was unmade and warm to the touch and had the strongest scent. Shawn must have been in it just a minute ago. In the middle of the day?

"Why are you at this apartment?" Isaiah got his network working and figured out Shawn had several apartments across the city. This one was the most modest, empty, behind the river. No pack territories, just humans. It was pretty far away from the centre too, with minimal noise.

Shawn wasn't one to crave peace though. And the apartments weren't the only thing Isaiah had been researching.

"I like to switch them around. You know how it is." Shawn braced himself against the table from behind. If he thought he looked nonchalant, he was gravely mistaken.

Isaiah narrowed his eyes, noticing the glistening trail of sweat on his forehead and cheek. Huh. This was worse than he expected.

"Ehmm...I'm a little low on shopping, so I hope you aren't hungry...or we can order-"

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "I didn't come here to eat."

"You are so formal and boring. Gotta have some kind of fun excuse at least."

Isaiah stared at him unimpressed. The other wolf might have looked cheeky and carefree, but he didn't flinch or lower his gaze like other wolves would have. The heir mentality and their comparably big shadows were at play here.

Isaiah let the silence stretch, giving Shawn one more opportunity.

His breathing was getting shallower though and his dark eyes looked more and more like bruises. Maybe this wasn't the time to push.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Isaiah asked with a sigh, relaxing his posture consciously.

As expected, Shawn's own posture mirrored his, sagging a little more into the table. But not sitting down, so he was still alert.

"Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb." Isaiah took his phone out of his pocket, waving it around. "You thought I wouldn't find out? Who do you think I am?"

Shawn grimaced, something flashing in his eyes. "Whatever you think you know, it's not your bussiness."

"You came to me, remember? That kinda contradicts it."

"I thought I was coming to the Executioner who used to be my friend. You are in no position to help me right now, so I decided otherwise. Thank me later." Despite how insulting the words sounded, Shawn's voice was tired. It was the first time it sounded so...defeated.

"What do you mean, no position? Only I have the right-"

Shawn scoffed. "Who is playing dumb now?"

"I'm the Executioner of this town."

"No. You were one. You could have been one. You haven't been acting like it. Focusing on your mundane life, fitting in with them, playing human—you thought there would be no consequences?" Shawn rubbed the side of his face, then forced himself to straighten up to flop onto the couch. "No once can force you if you don't want it. It's fine. It's...it's your rightful decision."

Isaiah frowned, stepping closer to stand over Shawn.

There was a cold realization seizing his chest at the words. He had been so...conflicted and undecided about his role and the life he wanted to lead, his efforts not to fulfill his father's wishes and to redefine what the role meant...but he had been relying on its benefits all this time.

On the respect from packs, on his ability to protect his people by reputation alone, on being able to help someone like Rip.

We’re living the dream we wish for, not the life we have. Isn’t that right, Seline?

Yeah, he bet she would say something like that if he could talk it over with her.

"It's okay, Zaya. I'll deal with this on my own. Forget about it."

Isaiah's frown deepened as he shook off his thoughts. "You have been wrongly accused of something terrible. If the word gets out here, you'll be in trouble. I won't let this stand."

Shawn gave him a crooked piting smile. He truly didn't believe Isaiah would be able to influence the issue.

But Isaiah was the Executioner. He might not have chosen it, he might have resisted it, he might have been resentful of what it brought him. But he was the one city accepted as one. The only one who the wolves trusted to make a judgement.

And a judgement he would make. He would decide what would happen. To Shawn and to Rip.

He grabbed Shwan by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up with a quiet growl. "How dare you? I'm the Executioner of this town. Wolves here live and die by my decision. My word is the law."

Shawn's eyes widened, but he still sported a scornful smile, more of bitterness sickering through. "What about the human laws? I'm guilty just for the suspicion and wolves won't help me."

"I'll show you. This is going to end the way I say." He released his grip, letting Shawn drop back to the couch.

Shawn said nothing this time, something hopeful and mournful flickering through him before his face settled on a queasy expression. "Would you mind...getting out of the way?" He slowly got to his feet, bumping into Isaiah to get by.

Something about his tone changed, new urgency in Shawn's movements as he walked towards the bathroom.

Isaiah followed after him, partly shocked and partly knowing immediately what was happening.

The other wolf got in front of the toilet just in time to lean over it. His back arched and he gagged, liquid hitting liquid with a splash.

Isaiah winced in sympathy, his momentarily provoked shadow and competitive anger forgotten. "Are you sick?"

Shawn coughed and brought up another wave, dragging his wrist over his mouth. "I'm fine."

"Is it really necessary to spew that nonsense when I'm literally looking at the evidence?"

"It's nothing." Shawn straightened up, hands all shaky as he braced against the wall. "Can't really sleep or eat. It's to be expected."

Isaiah planted a steadying hand on his back. Shawn breathing was fast, as if unsure whether he would get sick one more time or not.

How his words didn't manage to reassure...that he regretted the most of all.