#Faltering Stars

[wickedzeevyln]

Until There Were None

Oh weary sun,you look upon this fieldswith a frown,for lay here,the forty-four did,now their names arefor the wind to hear.Woe the day they met night,when faceless darknessshot up the skyfor knell, black bells tolled thehours in eternity lost,and children find tomorrowwithout fathers,and motherswithout their sons. The turfs spat firezipping past mercy,hot lead burroweddeep downsouls piled on…

[fonthoura]

So, about my "Garak knows Julian is lying, he doesn't know about what" hc. Now a bit from Julian's pov.

He knows that Garak is onto him, so when they're together he creates a system, he will talk, he will debate and have stimulating conversations, but he doesn't leave openings for Garak to ask much. And if he does, he never outright doesn't answer, he does so, only noncommittal, he never outright lies elaboratly like Garak, he just evades. (one time Garak asks how was his childhood on earth and he only says "dreadfully uneventful")

He does the same with all his friends, but the problem with Garak is that he notices, he can talk a lot with Jadzia and never reveal anything, Miles is a closed off man that doesn't ask too many questions, but Garak? Garak pries, he is curious, and is much like Julian in that sense, he can't resist a mystery.

Now, let's think about how much it would hurt, to be falling in love with a person, to want to spend your time with them, but you just can't. Julian wants to talk, he wants to let Garak in, he wants to spend many hours with him, but he restricts himself to only his doctor or his lunch mate, nothing else, he can't risk it, it's too dangerous, and he never felt lonelier.

To love someone who will never know who you really are.

I think it would get so much worse after the changeling, like I said on a previous post, the changeling emulates Julian well and no one notices because no one knows Julian all too well.

I think everyone would feel so much guilt cuz, how could they not notice it? He's their friend, he knows everything there is to know about them, and they can't even notice when he's literally not himself??

But Julian is okay with it.

Not okay, per say, but he expected it, he knew it all along, that his friends wouldn't know it, he's resigned, it's his own doing and he is defeated by it, by this horrible thing that he made happen because of something his parents did to him, but he assures everyone that it's fine, there was no way for anyone to notice.

How could they know? He sure as hell didn't make it easy.

And he gets lonelier, if possible, because he is painfully aware of how insignificant his existence is, because no one knows him apart from his name and job, he can't rely on anyone, only on himself, and he is going crazy with it.

Julian spent his time on the camp convinced that no one was coming, because no one knows him enough to notice, and it's his own fault, and he feels so hollow, the solitary confinement brought it to the surface, how it felt silent and he was forced to confront his solitude for the first time.

He needs to let it out, but he can't, and Garak gets more persistent.

All his friends start to notice something is wrong, but he bounces back from the camp like nothing happened, smiling, acting the same. All this acting, he only starts to get noticed by others because he's getting tired.

Everyone just thinks it's just because of the camp, but he knows Garak sees him, so he distances himself a bit.

And when the secret is out, he wants to run, to hide, he is scared, terrified even, he knows people will look at him differently, he is mortified of being known for who he is, he doesn't know how to deal with any of this, he was never ready to be himself fully.

But, for the first time, he feels free.

[whaliiwatching]

haunts the punk rocker with gay thoughts

prompt: dream

[blanc-ci]

Thinking about when McCoy and Spock walk in on Kirk in that crazy make-out scene in ‘Elaan of Troyius’ and how after McCoy explains the tears love potion thing Spock says

“It is true then, Captain?”

In such a particular soft tone that my brain wants to interpret it either as concern for Jim essentially being assaulted OR (if you funny spirk lens it) as Spock almost being hurt/in disbelief at Jim being with another woman

Realistically, it may be more along the lines of Spock knowing just how much Kirk hates it when he’s not in control of himself (the most recent one before this being ‘And the Children Shall Lead’ I think?) and immediately going into “I must aid the captain so that he doesn’t do something he will regret” confidant/support mode

[jicklet]

Kanan and Hera being partners in 2.05 "Always Two There Are"

[bumblingbabooshka]

Voyager plotline in which The Doctor, Seven, Tuvok, and Neelix have to become a barbershop quartet in order to save the crew. With the little outfits and everything. (Harry's providing the music)

[kerorowhump]

I love assuming that keroro has been through this de-aging process countless times already but something went somewhat wrong this time (like maybe... acquiring the keron star which holds the history of keron?) and now he remembers, it really would explain many of his behaviors, from childhood to now. surely, knowing what keeps happening to you and all the friends you've already lost would make you more inclined to use people and make you selfish, and later down the line, would explain his paralysis (although that's already justified enough from the circumstances). I have this HC thought of keroro basically trying his best to break free of this... loop, basically. or at least postpone the inevitable. it must be SO hellish for the government to just own your dna and be allowed to make copies of you at will to replace you. fucked up

[sanctui]

tags . . .

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        YOU  HAVE  BLOOD  ON  YOUR  TEETH  /  SMILE  FOR  THE  CAMERA!     |     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓  ╱   𝐈𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        TEAR   ME   OPEN   &.   PRAISE  ME   RAW  AND  PURE    |     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓  ╱   𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        DO  YOU  FIND  ME  SACRELIGIOUS?  DO  YOU  FIND  ME  LOVELY?     |     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓  ╱   𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        SINK  TEETH  INTO  TENDON  /  I  AM  YOURS.  I  AM  YOURS.     |     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓  ╱   𝐇𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        FIND   GOD   IN   THE   LINE   OF   YOUR   JAW   &.   BREAK   IT     |     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑   ╱   𝐈𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        NOT  A  PERSON  BUT  A  VORTEX   /   ALWAYS  HUNGERING     |     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑   ╱   𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        NIGHT  HID  THE  SUN  &.  YOUR  FACE  DRANK  MY  DREAMS     |     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑   ╱   𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        MY  GOD  IS  DARK  AND  LIKE  A  WEB  ;  A  HUNDRED  ROOTS  DRINKING     |     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑   ╱   𝐇𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        THE   HALF  -  GOD   RABBIT  ;   BUCKSHOT  IN  TWO  LEGS  &.  PRAYING  MERCY      |     𝐉𝐀𝐗  ╱   𝐈𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        LIKE   DIVINE   ABSOLUTION   /   HE   LICKS   BLOOD   OFF   HIS   FINGERS     |     𝐉𝐀𝐗  ╱   𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        THE  HEART  IS  A  FIST  THAT  PICKPOCKETS  RAGE     |     𝐉𝐀𝐗  ╱   𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        YOU WERE KIND. I WAS CRUEL. IN ANOTHER LIFE MAYBE I WAS YOU.     |     𝐉𝐀𝐗  ╱   𝐇𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        GIVE   HUMANITY   TO   THE   MACHINE   &.   GIVE  BLOOD  TO  THE  CODE     |     𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄  ╱   𝐈𝐂.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        AND   AREN’T   ALL   MACHINES   JUST   GHOSTS?     |     𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄  ╱   𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘.

 " † . ༝˚       ╱        LIKE   A   SHADOW   /   I   BOTH   AM   AND   AM   NOT     |     𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄  ╱   𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

 " † . ༝˚   ��   ╱        BECOME   QUIETLY   DEVOURED   /   OUTDO   THE   CREATION     |     𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄  ╱   𝐇𝐂.

‘ †  ༝˚ ˑ   ﹠     NOT  A  CREATURE  THAT  WAS  BORN  /  A  FIRE  THAT  WAS  SET     |     𝐎𝐎𝐂.

‘ †  ༝˚ ˑ   ﹠     WHETHER  YOU  COME  AS  LOVER  OR  EXECUTIONER  /  I  RECIEVE  YOU     |     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎.

‘ †  ༝˚ ˑ   ﹠     ONLY  ME  DO  I  THREATEN  /  ONLY  ME  DO  I  KILL.     |     𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

‘ †  ༝˚ ˑ   ﹠     THOSE  WHO  FALTER  &.  THOSE  WHO  FALL  /  MUST  PAY  THE  PRICE     |     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

‘ †  ༝˚ ˑ   ﹠     YOU  FALL  AS  AN  EVENING  STAR     |     𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

About Eros [for both Chennie and JiaoJiao <3]

character thoughts. @draconicfool

Chenhua: "Sometimes... I wish I had the power to take away Eros' curse for good. He's forced to do horrible things because of it, and all I want for him is to live his life without that pain hanging over his head. But, right now? I hope I can continue to give him all the love and normalcy he deserves."

Jiaoqiu: "Never did I believe I could meet someone as remarkable as Shoi-Ming. Getting to know all of his complexities has been a great privilege, and knowing that he feels complete peace whenever he's with me fills my soul with a profound sense of gladness. I look forward to spending the rest of my days with him by my side.

[stuffyflowers]

I think Starlo makes a good sheriff in the way Martlet makes a good Royal Guard

They're not exactly good at their jobs, but they have strong emotional characters that drive them to do the right thing rather than convenient or injust protocol. Being in positions of authority, this is possibly one of the best traits you could possibly have imo.

This too is a Papyrus thing except unlike Papyrus I can believe they could actually be competent with some time

Yeah, when I say star and martlet aren’t good at their jobs I am referring to the one they are expected and try to perform. The Royal guard is full of rules and regulations which martlet can barely keep up with, as well as being at its core against what she believes is right in regards to the fallen humans and how monsterkinds freedom should be secured. The illusion of being an almighty sheriff breaks for starlo during his fight with clover, realising that apprehending them for simply being human as his role as a lawman of the underground would entail isn’t justice at all, and he’s not prepared to take a life. It’s not fair.

That doesn’t mean they have no leadership skills or strong moral character that they can put into other more useful/productive roles. I think they both show they can be great leaders when put in actual threatening situations in the climax of most routes. Starlo immediately forms a rescue plan for clover when he finds out about cerobas intentions (which would have worked if not for their own insistence to seek her out). Martlet is defined in every ending by her ability to try to achieve the most just outcome, whether it involves protecting/vouching for clover, trying to rehabilitate them, or having to take them down as a last resort.

Being in a position of power under asgores political regime doesnt go well for either of them bc they don’t get to use these qualities in a way that matters, they don’t get to follow their own idea of what ‘justice’ really entails. By post pacifist they both come to this realisation: star tones down the sheriff stuff in favour of focusing on the actual positives which his town brings to the underground. martlet quits her job and while we don’t see what she is doing with her life now, I think she tries to follow in the footsteps of her mentor (the one she knew, anyway) by making the world a better place through small acts of kindness. It’s the kindness of people like martlet that eventually allows for the barrier to break in the pacifist ending of undertale, after all :)

[blazingblorbos]

there are two types of Nihility women

so pretty

...

so unserious

(and of course the not-so-secret-but-instead-the-majority third option being: everything at once)

I was expecting Drip Marketing Part 2 and instead... we got this,,,

Black Swan looks so aloof-ly amused at everything that happens around her. SURELY these three are in some form of danger (Stelle and Acheron, weapons at the ready) and she was- LITERALLY JUST LOOKING OFF TO THE SIDE!!?? LIKE?!? ma'am,,

She gives off the air of being so effortlessly calm and grounded like she's already foreseen everything that's about to happen.

Ma'am.

what do you know 👁️

WHEN CONSTANCE AND HER MEET I MIGHT FUCKING FAINT YOU MAY NEVER SEE ME POST ON THIS BLOG AGAIN.

the yuri fest that's about to happen between these characters is unlike anything we've ever gotten before in this game and I'm genuinely not prepared

I also can't remember if this is something I read, like.. on twitter or whatever but I swear I've seen someone mention how the Star Rail team likes to use Stelle as the Trailblazer in all the promotional videos that are stupid and silly and completely unserious and that person would just have been proven completely right yet again

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

How do you spend most of your days, Astra?

Mothra Astra:

"I went on watching the humans' every day lives and activities; the Shobijin, my Mom's Twin Priestesses, taught me about them and how to be a 'role model' as a protector and guardian of the humanity and Titans."

"Whenever I'm bored, I spend most of the days weaving about crafting using my silk and other materials, if there's any human assistance, analyzing my stability by using the crystals that served as my energy, meditating, practicing my defense and fighting skills and maneuvers with the help of my two uncles Rodan and Anguirus, singing, stargazing, and learning more about the other humanity's culture, which is why I loathed for. Oh, and I love drawing too, because my two human best friends taught me well."

"Thanks for the question!"

[saviourkingslut]

YESSSSS FELLOW RUSSELL CROWE APPRECIATOR <3333

(the fact that the sixth former who played javert in my school's production looked exactly like russell crowe when he was in full costume and make up has revived my love for this damn movie (affectionate) and i am being so normal about it)

he's just so fucking good as javert. i can feel the inner torment like a physical presence every time he is onscreen. the way he is strict and ruthless with everyone including himself, and yet at the same time unsure as you feel his faith in the world as he knows and understands it becomes challenged and starts to waver. this is a man that i understand is so miserable, feels so out of place and worthless in the world and in the face of god as the foundations of his beliefs that he thought always guided him true turn out to be flawed, that he kills himself at the end of the story. i think he found a perfect balance between those different sides of javert.

[mxllitiam]

INTRODUCING . . .

e f f i e t r i n k e t .

GENERAL...

name : effie archer trinket. meaning : effie "well spoken"; archer "bowman"; trinket "jewel". nickname : effie, archie (must achieve grand friendship levels). age : forty. birthdate : july 21st. zodiac: cancer sun, cancer rising, leo moon. gender identity : cisgender woman , she / her. orientation : bisexual , biromantic. place of birth : the capitol , panem. current residence : the capitol , panem. occupation : escort for district 12.

HISTORY...

tw: parental neglect, death.

The Trinkets tried for years upon years to have a baby and, when the bundle of joy finally came, they flinched at the cry coming from such tiny lungs. A girl, they found, much to their thinly-veiled disappointment. After so much trying, they could only hope for an heir to carry out their name, but, sure, a girl would do.

Effie grew up loud. She filled up every room she walked into from a young age, her grin wide and her eyes bright. She was the wildest, strangest, funniest little girl of her class, with her clothes always so colorful and shoes too big, stolen from her mother's closet. She found that she was happiest outside of her house, where people would compliment her feathery eyelashes or her new hat, and not inside those cold four walls, where she had to struggle to get a pair of eyes to see her.

Her parents always gave her everything she wanted monetarily. They were sponsors of the Games and something of an old money family, not unlike most of the Capitol residents, so Effie always had the latest toys and clothes and things. But there was a stillness in their house. Effie knew to be quiet, and solemn, when she was anywhere near her parents. She grew up with her elbows nowhere near the table and a well-practiced use of cutlery and, you see, if she behaved just perfectly, sometimes she would get her father to smile some.

A people pleaser, someone told her once, with disdain behind their snarled lips. She'd never known being polite and pleasing to be around could be such a bad thing, but it was. The Capitol didn't care if she was fun and cute and pretty, there were a dozen, a hundred other girls just like her. But she kept trying. They called her spirits annoyingly unwavering and high with the way she bounced back from anything, but that's only because no one saw her staining her satin pillowcases with tears every night.

This was her dance, she'd learned from a young age to bottle it up, to present herself as whatever people liked to see, and put herself second. Maybe then, she'd be liked. Maybe then, she'd get praised.

She didn't choose the easiest career when she decided she wanted to be a creative in the Games. A stylist, she told her parents, only to hear them groan in distaste. Still, her own pride sitting somewhere low on her stomach, she promised them she'd make them proud.

She bit off more than she could chew, as was often the case with Effie. Big dreams, big shoes to fill, big mouth to talk, a big heart, and yet – she kept falling into traps she built for herself. She clawed her way through the industry as best as she could, but without her parents' support, networking proved nearly impossible. She was growing old – the Capitol discarded people so young –, she was growing hopeless.

And then, a breakthrough. Finally, she'd be getting to work in the Games, not as the stylist as she'd hoped, but as an escort, and that was good enough for her. To be a part of this celebration was already something so grand, she couldn't imagine – the thrill of helping young tributes honor their districts! The Games were something mythical to her, a magical yearly thing that she would be oh so grateful to be involved in.

District 12, she learns, and her face falls. Possibly the worst placement she could've gotten, seeing as they have the least chances of ever making a victor out of their scrawny little kids, but she still wants to make the most of it. She still climbs onto the stage with clicking heels and a pearly white grin and pretends she doesn't stutter over the words as she greets the crowd.

Now that she's done it a good handful of times, it's an easier dance. She braves a crowd that hates her, and she silently begs for their approval with fluffier clothes, more colorful hairs, and still finds dull eyes looking back at her every year. She pulls out names and comforts kids on train rides while Haymitch is too drunk and too detached to do it.

She was so used to the push and pull of it all, to gathering begrudging tributes under her wings only to see them replaced the next year, but then things changed. Katniss and Peeta held deadly berries in their hands and Effie, who always looked away from the screens whenever a death was incoming, couldn't take her eyes off the scene. The girl on fire, the one tribute who had felt different from all the others, all these years, and her sweet, lovely boy counterpart. Effie felt an uncharacteristic ache in her heart. She waited with baited breath, and with her heart stuck in her throat. Relief flooded her when they were both announced the winners, and she hid her desperate tears from Haymitch when they celebrated.

She grew too attached. She greets them back into the Capitol with shaky hands and pretends she doesn't know she's hugging them extra tight this time. They won, and that's what matters. They can have a wonderful life ahead of them in peace, now, and Effie can go back to her job.

Except life always has a way of tripping her up. The new quarter quell is upon them, bringing a whole new set of problems that she can't account for, that she can't control. Everything feels like it's slipping through her fingers at an alarming speed. She finds Porter Millicent Trip and she can't quite shake the feeling of that limp hand on hers or the sight of those lifeless eyes staring back at her. 

She's growing wary and restless and she can feel the tension in the air; she's starting to notice certain exchanges of glances across rooms. If there's anything left to dig up, she'll find it.

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader.

WC so far- 26k - ao3 link here

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

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