#like…. I have plenty of shit of my own to do but I WANT !!!! to!!! see!!!! you!!!!

[jasper-pagan-witch]

Three Kings Divination Spread

After rounds of testing and refining, I present to you, the completed Three Kings Divination Spread! This is a spread used for getting advice (which, in my opinion, all good tarot spreads should do to varying degrees).

Feel free to use this for yourself or for free readings, but do not use it for paid readings and do not claim that you invented this particular spread. I went through a lot of trouble to figure this whole thing out and troubleshoot it over on @jasper-tarot-reader. Other than that, I don't care what you do with it. Print it out, eat it, shit on it, I don't care.

Finally, if you independently decide to invent your own Three Kings-inspired tarot thing, great! More of us should be poking at Creepypastas for inspiration, and there are a shitload of other ways to approach this ritual-story and turn it into a spread, some of which I worked on before I narrowed down to this. Get silly with it.

The Story

The Three Kings Ritual was originally posted on Reddit's r/NoSleep under the title "Please don't actually try this." by FableForge. This is a ritual creepypasta focused on helping you tap into (but not travel to) a place that the OP calls the Shadowside in order to ask questions and have them answered, sometimes with more questions.

It's a very short Creepypasta and it's worth reading in full to understand this spread in its entirety. You need the context of the source for the reading to help it make sense, even moreso than the average pop culture tarot spread.

We are not going through all that trouble to tap fully into the Shadowside. Instead, we are using the general theory of this ritual-story as a framing device for a standard advice-seeking reading, potentially tapping into other entities (pop culture or not) for their perspectives.

The Setup

There are several things you need in order to get started:

three tarot decks

a strong appreciation for and decent understanding of the elements that line up with the tarot suits

a large surface to do the readings on, ideally with you sitting facing the north (or north-ish) so you have plenty of room for cards

something to prop up the Kings/Queen and Fool so that they can "see" both you and the other card

Ideally, you will want to use two decks with incredibly established "characters" for the Court cards, and one deck with unestablished "characters" for the Court cards for the querent.

You will then sit roughly as seen below:

The red cards are your significators, which we will talk about more in the next section, while the white cards with the black details are the actual ones you draw for the reading. I usually cap it at two cards each. You will be sitting facing the north (as is seen in the original Creepypasta) at a table or desk with plenty of space for the cards and reading to spread out.

This spread is broken up into two categories: In Court and Out Of Court. It is entirely up to you about whether or not your question is for within your Court or from outside of it. Regardless of the version, you choose the Court whose element you are most connected to.

In Court readings are typically best for questions in which you are the primary decision-maker but would like advice. This version has you as the King (represented by the King/Queen card) and grants you the Queen (represented by the other Queen/King of the same suit) and the Fool (represented by the Knight/Page of the same suit).

Out Of Court readings are typically best for questions in which you are on equal decision-making footing with others (typically spirit guides or deities) or you need advice from someone who is an equal. This version has you as a King (represented by the King/Queen) and involves picking two equivalent Kings (if you use a King card yourself, use two more Kings; if you use a Queen card, use two more Queens) from other suits.

If your tarot deck has renamed the Court members, choose from the "top two". For example, in the Transient Light Tarot, I would choose from the Crown (King) or Keeper (Queen) instead of the Champion (Knight) or Apprentice (Page).

(Since my practice with the four elements involves them having an allied element, an enemy element, and a neutral element, I typically pick the allied and neutral elements to the querent's element.)

This is why you need three decks - the Querent deck, the Queen/King deck, and the Fool/King deck - to represent their respective advice. Fandom decks for pieces of media you enjoy can actually be useful for this even if they otherwise suck as divination tools, since you already know the characters quite well.

I tend to work clockwise - the querent in the middle, the Queen/one of the Kings at the northwest/11 o'clock position, and the Fool/the other King at the northeast/1 o'clock position. But I've also accidentally reversed it a few times and it still came out fine as long as the cards were in their right spots.

The Reading

This is the most standard part of this reading. You are going to refer to yourself as King [Querent Name] or Queen [Querent Name] and use the formal titles of your Queen and Fool/other two Kings (if they have them) while asking your question. You will also have to repeat your query and any background information three times.

Do not belittle yourself in the reading - you are the querent, you are the one with the most agency in this reading, you are a King getting advice from your Court or speaking to Kings of other Courts, and there is nothing to fear. You are merely getting advice from beings that you respect the opinions, thoughts, and advice of.

When drawing cards for the reading, keep it balanced. Don't draw one card for yourself, three for the Queen, and two for the Fool. Everyone gets equal say in this spread.

Don't be surprised if the "advice to yourself" portion (the Querent part) just reiterates the problem. This is helpful too, because it gives you a good look at the situation in the context of the rest of the cards. You are both reading the cards separately (as advice from the different Court members) and together (as one giant clusterfuck reading, just separated into understandable chunks).

Finally, expect this to knock you on your ass if you pour energy into your readings. Three decks and an average of six cards plus searching for the three Court cards beforehand for the reading and, if you're me, tapping into the pop culture entities involved (even accidentally but I keep doing it) will wipe you the fuck out. At the risk of using a metaphor, you are not examining already-identified patches in your tomato garden, you are getting lost in the woods and fighting a coyote with nothing but a plastic water bottle and a stick you found on the ground. And sometimes that's what you need in life to get some good advice.

[homelanderbutbig]

Proper Incentive To Be A Hero (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2341 words. Hurt/comfort, and some angst. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You are tasked by the Vought board with disciplining Homelander… he doesn't take it well. Inspired by a conversation with @sehtoast.

Although your official position at Vought is as Homelander's personal assistant, your role has become much more akin to his manager. You handle his day-to-day scheduling, book his appearances, help him prepare his speeches, and attend meetings on his behalf with board members. He trusts you to fulfill these duties for him, because you don't just go off with your own ideas; you listen to him. If there is something he doesn't like, you work with him until you're both satisfied. You operate as a team, something he never got to have with Madelyn. She made the decisions, and he had to follow them lest he upset her.

One day, you are called to the 82nd floor for an important meeting with the board. To be honest you were a little surprised for them to request you specifically and not Homelander, but once the meeting started you quickly understood why.

Homelander has always had an issue with collateral damage during his 'superhero missions'. Due to his size and strength you suppose it can't be helped, he's bound to topple a building or two to save people's lives. However, Vought is stuck footing the bill to fix everything he's destroyed, and to pay off any civilians he injured by accident.

First and foremost, he is costing them a lot of money with his carelessness that could be spent elsewhere. The board is emphatic that you ensure he curbs his destructive tendencies, seeing as you are the sole reason he's become easier to work with these last few months.

And truth be told, they really don't understand the half of it. Upon your gentle guidance, Homelander religiously tries to be on his best behaviour at the Tower and keep his anger under control, because you make sure to reward him with plenty of hugs, kisses, and cuddles. The things that he was never allowed to have, the love he's always wanted. You don't string him along with the feigning prospect of attention. You want him to know how much you appreciate his efforts, and he reciprocates by being an incredibly good boy, solely for you.

Later in the evening, you ask him to meet you in your office to discuss something 'important'. You have not yet told him what happened with the board, needing time to work out how to broach this touchy subject with him. He is not one to take criticism about himself lightly, especially when it's coming from the higher-ups at Vought. You just hope that your office is a hospitable environment to have this deliberation, with it being filled with photographs and mementos of your love for each other.

Like clockwork, Homelander enters your office at just the precise time you requested.

"Well, here I am," he smiles, shutting the door before strolling in front of your desk with his hands on his hips. His smile falters slightly when he sees your serious expression, which he can't say he's ever seen from you. "…What?"

"I had a meeting with the board members this afternoon," you begin.

"…Yeah? And what did they want?" he asks, his brows furrowing in anticipation of the board's latest demands.

"They wanted me to help you… get better at your saves. So you… don't… um… destroy so much," you respond, struggling to get your sentence out through your rising nerves.

He stares at you vacantly, blinking rapidly in disbelief at what he is hearing. After a moment of silence he scoffs, rolling his eyes and shaking his head before he starts wandering aimlessly around the room.

"So… what, I'm a fucking toddler?" he frowns, the jovial mood he entered with now replaced by pure contempt. He's clearly irritated by the mere suggestion that he isn't doing his job perfectly. "I need you to babysit me because I can't be trusted to do shit on my own without being supervised?"

"I don't think that's what they want hun," you calmly attempt to rationalize, but you can see by how his eyes are twitching that this is going to be an uphill battle.

"This is what I was born to do, be a hero! Dedicate my entire fucking existence to Vought! And now what, I'm too much for them?!" he shouts, though you're unsure if it's directed at you or at the board.

"Sweetheart, I think-" you say, trying to get a word in, but your efforts are in vain as he begins walking towards you. Although you usually aren't bothered by his over-the-top bravado, the anger currently radiating off him is enough to make you feel uneasy. You're taking steps back as he stomps closer into your personal space, until you're back is against the wall. With nowhere else to escape, leaving yourself at his mercy.

"Is my best not good enough for you, is that it? Is that why you're siding with them?" he sneers, the unbridled derision dripping from his voice. Towering his expansive frame over you, you're forced to crane your neck straight up to even see his aggravated visage. "We're supposed to be a team! You and me against the world! A-and yet, what? One meeting and they convince you to keep me on a fucking leash? Are you too dumb to see they're just using you like a fucking pawn to control me?!"

"Hey!! That's not fair!" you retort, trying to push past the insults to delve into the obvious deflections of his guilt. "I'm not siding with you or the board. I'm just trying to do my job, just like you are! Can at least you answer me one thing?" you question him sternly, waiting a moment to see if he'll interrupt you again. When he remains silent, you seize the opportunity. "Why do you go out of your way to hurt the people you're supposed to save?"

That was enough to crack through his hardened exterior, you can observe it in the way his expression goes blank for a moment. His jaw tenses as he swallows back his rising anxiety, practically staring straight through you as he become lost in his thoughts. His brain is attempting to process a witty response, one to deviate the conversation back in his favour so you can admit that you're the wrong one. And yet, the way you look at him, so defiant in the face of an eight foot tall supe who could rip your head off with a flick of his index finger…

He can't handle it anymore.

"You know I can't control my height!!" he finally yells at you, throwing his arms out in exasperation.

The walls he's been trying so hard to maintain crumbling down, allowing all of his pent-up feelings to spill out with no signs of stopping now that it's started.

"I go out on these saves, and you know what I see? Every fucking time, these people, these fucking ungrateful mudpeople…" he rants, voice cracking as his once stable composure very quickly vanishes to reveal his vulnerabilities. "I risk my life to yank them out of a burning building, you'd think they'd be appreciative?? No!! They're scared, they're always scared!! They take one look at me and they don't think I can tell they all think I'm a monster?? How am I supposed to react to that? They think I can't hear what they're saying amongst themselves?? Gee, I'm grateful Homelander saved my life, but why couldn't Vought send a normal hero instead?? Why shouldn't I be mad! W-why shouldn't I break their legs so they learn how much their words fucking hurt!!"

By the end of his tirade, he looks like he's just about to burst through the walls and enact his revenge on the unsuspecting city below. His breaths are haggard, his whole body quivering heavily from the flood of emotions now laid bare for you to gawk at. His fists are tightly furled by his sides and tremoring uncontrollably, and if you were anyone else they'd be wrapped around your throat right now.

A sensible person would have run away from this outburst. Witnessing Homelander lose complete control of himself, only a fool would stick around to see the consequences.

However, you can see something in his body language that someone who didn't know him well would miss. That fracture in his otherwise immaculate armour, which normally shields his weaknesses from the world, is allowing you access to that part of him he's worked his entire life to keep a secret. His inner self, the boy whose childhood was nothing more than abuse and torture, you've pressured him to speak for the first time in a long time. Although his rage would appear to be from pure sadism to an outsider, he's revealed to you why he can't help but hurt those he's meant to protect. All he's ever wanted is to be loved, to receive what he's never been allowed to experience. And when people see him as nothing more than a monster…

He can't help but inflict his trauma back.

Sighing resolutely, you slowly saunter over to your office's oversized couch. The tears he's fighting back are all the evidence you require; while he won't say it out loud, he's admitted defeat. All he wants now is for you to forgive him.

"Sit down," you insist, your hand patting the middle cushion. He hesitates to even flinch, standing still like a deer caught in headlights. However, the way you eye him so intently is enough for him to understand you aren't giving him any chances to say no.

Homelander might have been in charge of this conversation before, but now it's your turn.

Like a scolded dog, he follows your orders and makes his way to the couch, sitting down with fists by his sides. He's waiting for you to do what everyone has always done when he disobeys: punish him by taking away the few things he holds dear. You might not be Vogelbaum or Madelyn, but tonight was the first time he exploded in rage at you, in a way that would warrant admonishment.

Regardless of his expectations, you don't intend to express any frustration.

Instead you climb up onto his lap, kneeling down on his thighs so your face is directly in front of his. Gazing into his eyes, it's apparent that his inner child now in control. He looks so petrified, so small; his breathing shallow in anticipation of the pain he's grown accustomed to. It's almost enough to make you forget he's so tall that you are literally sitting on top of his legs just to reach his head.

"You aren't a monster baby," you console him, resting your forehead against his while you cup his cheeks with both of your hands. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that. I know how hard you try."

Your compassionate words are enough to begin to soothe the scorches inflicted on his ego. Homelander stops fighting his tears as he exhales deeply, his breaths finally becoming more steady. He leans ever so slightly into your touch, resting his hands against your back to keep you from falling down from his weight. The way he's totally enveloping you in his hold, it's as if you're the only thing anchoring him to reality and he needs to be as close to you as possible.

"Let's make a deal, okay?" you eventually declare, pulling back to see his face. "Every day we'll check in. When you go out on a mission, and you do your very best not to kill someone or break anything… we'll do something special together." You can see the wheels turning in his brain as he ponders this proposal. "We can bake some cookies, cuddle on the couch, watch one of your movies, have a warm bath together… anything you want," you explain further. "You can choose your reward."

"Even… e-even milk?" he whispers shyly, his eyes unable to hide his internal turmoil, the mixture of yearning and apprehension.

It's always been something he's had to struggle with deep down, the desire for what he missed during his childhood. He never had a loving family, a mother or father, nor had he ever been bottlefed as a baby. He's always been confused by how strongly he craves it, the simple and human impulses.

Sometimes the two of you share a bottle of milk together. And sometimes you indulge him by feeding him the bottle. Those times it's hard to miss how dilated his pupils become once the bottle reaches his lips, how deadweight he feels leaning into your shoulder as he gives into his basic instincts.

"Yes, I can feed you milk too," you reassure him, kissing his forehead before leaning in to wrap your arms around his wide shoulders for an embrace. This earns you a heavy sigh from him in return as he sinks into your touch, resting back against the couch and letting any remaining stress fade away. Your fingers running daintily through his hair is enough to have him purring contently into your small stature, his voice rumbling through you in a way you know only you can achieve.

Homelander supposes, now he finally has proper incentive to be a better hero. Fame and fortune were never enough to motivate him not to leave a path of death and destruction during his missions. Madelyn would placate him with the prospect of albeit hollow affection for following her orders, but it was rarely ever doled out. Always dangled in front of his face, yet always out of reach.

You're different. You would never lie to him or judge him, especially with the way you actually attend to his need to be loved. No matter what happens, you're always there to pull him in for a hug, to tell him everything will be alright, and that you're always there by his side.

He'll do better for you. He wants you to be proud of him, he wants you to be happy that he's trying to do good just for you.

…And the milk.

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[brick-van-dyke]

If there's one thing I've respectively noticed from Zionists and defenders of Israeli war crimes, it's that every source, argument and potential avenue to explore each explanation is riddled with cherry picking, moving the goalposts and mental gymnastics to explain why their conclusions, which typically are barely even related to the sources they use, somehow overshadow literal reality and what we see with our own eyes.

While scrolling, one example I came across was the repetitive misrepresentation of BLM, antifa and quotes from Martin Luther King Jr, as well as statistics, scholarly journal articles and government website information. These are all good sources, yet every single time they're mangled completely until the only possible "interpretation" of any of them is "well Israel is right to defend itself after shorting rockets beforehand because the retaliation was brutal and all Arabs are bad by default therefore". As if any of these sources are even about individual exceptions of Israel versus hatred towards Arabs.

I think what I find most absurd, as someone in the middle of their own studies, is how every bit of critical thinking and logic goes out the window as they do every single thing possible to do what professors worldwide say NOT to do when evaluating sources. It's like watching a race to see who can tangle and misconstrue scientific information to fit their world view the fastest. Then said people say "um actually I studied at university before so it's actually not wrong that I'm doing this exact this everyone is warned not to do because I have a permit". Ignorance I can forgive, but willful and arrogant manipulation? That's another thing entirely.

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I don't not mean this offensively at all but is blows my mind that you are a lawyer but also writing jjk fics bc I work at a law firm and cannot for the life of me imagine any of the lawyers that work there writing fanfiction LOL kudos to u seriously I know how busy schedues can get due to court dates haha

im working in like. big city criminal law stuff right now and have been told by people in my office that i come off as a very deadpan and straight-laced legal nerd so i don't think the people who know me from my attorney life are imagining me writing jjk fanfic in my free time either

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[kissingarthurclaus]

me irl

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

they're in love your honor

[arolesbianism]

Everyday I see another youtube video or whatever say smth along the lines of "this character is badly written because they're unlikable/annoying/insert negative description here" and everyday I end up massively disappointed because I came here for analysis on the actual writing of a character not just a description of the feelings they made you experience

[sanchoyo]

nephew doesn’t get here until 2 hours from now so I’ve just been waiting and while waiting I’m snooping thru other ppls pinterests for their stories. I love being nosy and also this is propaganda to make a moodboard of ur story/characters. Having clear visuals makes to way easier to establish a Vibe. AND it’s self indulgent

Also in the same vein… fanfic covers?? Ff.net u could put an image for the cover art and more ppl should do that on ao3 tbh….have more fun

[surfs-up-brian]

I feel like other autistics are quite social and have lots of online friends but less irl ones and have an intense drive to connect and I dont relate at all

[tomurakii]

Winged men I would hit with my car + reverse back over to make sure the job was done if I saw them on the street

[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'

Soooo this is a tease of a full fic- Pour it up

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[roseverdict]

it is 4 AM which means it's Desperately Claw At Hobbies In An Attempt To Make Some Form Of Money To Set Aside So I Can Go Be An Adult Instead Of The Parentals' Puppet time!

[doublesidedgemini]

Part of the reason I started crying more was bc I was trying to plan a hang out with my bf but he texted me back and said he has to do this and that and this today

And then he sent another text and said I can text him when I’m ready and he’ll let me know what he’s up to and then I can decide if I want to come over

Yesterday he said something similar, “I’m welcome to come over if i want…”

At least today he texted me that he’s sorry he’s been so short on time BUT then he followed it up with “but I HAVE to do these things”

Which like I get it he’s extremely busy rn. But I texted him at the beginning of the weekend I had a lot of work to do as well if he wanted to be work buddies this weekend — didn’t acknowledge that. Then never texted me beforehand trying to set up time for us to work together, it’s always been a “I’m doing xyz and you can tag along if you want”

I told him he can just do what he needs to do today, which is what I told him yesterday. I haven’t seen him since last Saturday. This is the first week since we’ve started dating where I haven’t seen him and it feels really terribly bad :(