#And it's angst lmaoo

[sheepydwagondraws]

Look into my eyeholes, tell me what you see

[alovember]

"I know why you are the way that you are, but you're still being an asshole"

[ladeldee]

When you're trying to introduce yourself to the new people but your husband will not stop hyping you up.

[svquence]

It’s no surprise that Gojo had his first love before you. You didn’t mind at the start, having fallen for each other in your mid 20’s, it was only natural that you wouldn’t have been his first.

They do say however, that you never forget your first love. Which is proven to be true, especially in your case. And you try your hardest to fight for a place in his heart, scraping and digging to find yourself a place in his ice cold heart like a dog. You want him to love you the way you love him, the love you’ve craved from the start of your relationship. That pure, unconditional love. Don’t misunderstand him, he does love you, but you’re not who he truly wants you to be. It has you so torn.

Having witnessed his first love bloom while you were a young sorcerer alongside him, you couldn’t have been more hurt. You know you shouldn’t be, but you’re oh so jealous.

And oh my god, you reminded him so much of him. But he just couldn’t love you the way you wanted to be loved, because you are not and never will be him.

Betrayal comes in all forms, everyone has experienced it. The way gojo’s first betrayal happened the moment his first love turned his back to him, it happened to you when your first love only ever loved you because you’re so similar to his first love.

When you silently and slowly grew into a different person with time, as one does, you noticed your boyfriend growing more and more distant. You were no longer a piece of him. You were you.

Gojo was selfish, as much as he was aware. He knew the real reason behind your relationship, but he just couldn’t let go of you. The moment you changed however, it’s like it was his primal instinct to leave. You were no longer a patch suitable for his wound.

That’s until the moment you took the final blow instead of him. You couldn’t handle seeing him suffer, nor could you handle suffering further yourself. That’s when you allowed yourself to bleed out on the ground in front of him, with no return.

And he finally realized. He loved Geto more than anything, but he also eventually learned to love you for you, even if neither of you knew it. When he finally realized, however, your last breath grazed his skin oh so gently, like you always treated him. He was so unfair to you. That’s when he finally realized he ended up killing both of his best friends, his loves.

As your crimson blood stained his shirt, and his salty tears warmed your cold, lifeless face, his own demise came from around the corner.

And he promised to make it up to you, to him, to both of you. But even in the afterlife, both of you knew you would not come first. Even after death, he could never bear to put you first.

[salsakiyoomi]

Hiii, I have a request! Ok so hear me out, what if Sukuna finds another woman and replace reader. make it as angsty as possible with a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top🥹

a/n : absolutely!! you can read this for more context. cw : extremely suggestive towards the end, vulgar language

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

the sight in front of you was one for sore eyes, and it made your heart pang in your chest — sukuna with his arm wrapped around a pretty blonde, a very pretty blonde in fact, with the bluest eyes you had seen and pretty cherry red plump lips.

it’s not the first time you had seen him around with her. It’s been two weeks since he had seen you coming out of that guy’s dorm room covered in hickeys and whatnot, and it’s been two weeks since he had stopped talking to you and started hanging out with that girl.

you weren’t sure why your heart hurt so much and why your shoulders were heavy as you watched him kiss her temple and tug her closer — he never did that to you, in public at least, he insisted that since the two of you weren’t official there was no need for pda, nobody even knew that you had any connections to sukuna, most of the time he’d ignore you in public, but when night came? it was like you were the only girl for him.

so why was he holding her like that? like she was the only girl for him — were they dating? is he in love with her? no, impossible.

sukuna didn’t do love, that's what he always told you.

the only thing left is that he was doing this to spite you — replace you with someone else, and right in front of your eyes too, he was making it painfully obvious.

your heart sinks in your chest as his gaze catches your and there is the tell tale of burning in your eyes as tears begin to well up — why were you crying? for a man like him? he didn’t deserve it.

for a moment, you think you see a flash of pity on his face, but the blonde is up in his lap leaning in for a kiss and — 

you turn away before you could see it.

hot tears stream down your face and you wonder if this is it, if that’s how everything ends — you knew you were getting into a mess once you involved yourself with the infamous drummer, that he wasn’t necessarily a good guy.

but still.

you spend the rest of the day in your dorm room, crying your eyes out for the most of it and eating ice cream — classic, but you didn’t have anything else to do, nothing to take your mind off of things.

it was around eleven pm when you considered going to that dude’s dorm, the one that you slept with two weeks ago — you really needed something to get your mind off of things.

you decide you will, and when you get up to go open the door to get out, lo and behold, it’s nobody but sukuna, and it looks like he was about to knock on your door.

your eyes widen and instantly there is a scowl on your face, “fuck off.” you grit out.

his face is of indifference, staring down at you intimidatingly you could almost shrink down under his gaze — you always do.

“we need to talk,” he says and you scoff, “the fuck we don’t — hey! get your hand off of me —” he’s gripping your arm and leading you back inside the dorm room, maybe manhandling you a little bit, he shuts the door behind him and leans on it, staring you down.

“what do you want?” you ask, and there is a slight wobble in your voice and once more, the burning in your eyes — you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

he doesn’t respond at first, and a moment passes of him just staring at you and you avoiding his gaze, before he is shifting himself off of the door and taking a step closer to you, his hands at your waist.

you try to slap his hands away but his grip is firm, “oh, come on, don’t you have the pretty blonde whore to fuck?” you say bitterly and he cringes.

“she’s nothing to me,” he says and you roll your eyes, “then why was she all over you?”

god, it hurt so much, to have seen him like that with her, and you could only wish to be her in that moment.

he stays silent for a moment and you stare up at him, letting out a noise that was close to a whimper, “you hurt me, ryomen.” you say meekly.

you catch the slight twitch of his lips into a pout, but it’s quickly gone, “you fucked me up, too.” he says, “sleeping with that fuck boy.”

you scoff — does this even make any sense anymore? the two of you agreed it was nothing exclusive so why the hell were you so attached to each other?

“i was drunk that night,” you murmur, and you can’t believe you actually feel bad for sleeping with that guy, “and stupid…”

sukuna huffs, his hands moving up your body and you stare up at him with innocent eyes and god, he can’t resist you like that.

ho he presses his lips to yours in a firm kiss, and pulls you closer to him, letting his hands wander all over your body, “i don’t even like that blonde whore you’re talking about,” he murmurs against your lips before going back to kissing you and your body is on fire.

his hands wander up your shirt and his touch is like electricity to your skin — god, you missed his touch so bad, it’s been almost a month and half since the two of you had done anything.

you moan softly and you feel him smirk against your lips, “that desperate, huh?” he hums and your stomach twists in knots.

he takes your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but your bra and shorts, his hands wander up all the way to your breasts as he trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw and neck.

you shiver under the cold tips of his fingers, your lungs are constricting and there are butterflies in your stomach, and he can tell, he can absolutely tell the way you inevitably melt under his touch.

“bet that fuckboy couldn’t make you feel as good as this,” he murmurs against your skin, before sucking harshly — he’s determined to leave his marks on you tonight.

“ryomen,” you moan softly and oh how the way his name falls from your lips make him so heated, especially when you let out a pretty moan like that.

he fiddles with the clips of your bra as he continues to trail kisses down to your collarbone, and you’re leaning into him, melting under his touch and you forget anything bad he has ever done to you, you don’t care to remember, not when it feels as good as this.

and sukuna is addicted to you too, you were like a drug for him, no matter how much he tried to pull away, he always found his way back to you — he was addicted to the way his name rolls off of your tongue when you were breathless and under him, he was addicted to how soft your skin was compared to his calloused hands, how pretty you sound when he was deep inside and he was addicted to how you completely crumble under his touch.

he unclips your bra and the clothing falls to the floor and he’s smirking against your skin as he can practically hear your heart thumping in your chest.

“let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

[crystallizsch]

guess who (re)watched everything everywhere all at once and cried (again)

[sulfies]

🌊Sweet Slumber✨

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Shh dont wake him up, he is resting…finnally

[iilmunchkiin]

"Rude. (2/2)"

This was a shitpost, but I accidentally made it too realistic.

The shitposty part of this was supposed to be what Ceroba said in the previous comic and how absurd it was but even with it's.. yikes.

My craving for ansgt is so bad when I try to make a shitpost it becomes depressing ... (´。＿。｀" )

Chapters: One || Two

[fraternum-momentum]

[mushtoons]

doodled this in between commissions 💕 more au doodles for the soul

[lamb-teaa]

` Choose Us, Choose Me

` pairing: colonel!Caleb x mechanic!reader

` tags: canon divergence!! strictly doesn't follow canon timeline!! but might seem similar?? idk tbh. anyway ANGST. full hurt no comfort. vague plot. vague relationship. vague mentions of betrayal and double agents. vvvery short scenario.

` teaa's note: having to wait for 22 Jan for Caleb's full lore to drop, imma indulge in my personal headcanon for this ficlet instead - a special (&painful) treat for all the Caleb girlies (and me ehe!) (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Your silence is the cruelest punishment he had ever endured.

Yet Caleb too remained silent as he watched you meticulously work on repairing his damaged bionic arm, not once had you uttered a single word since his impromptu arrival at your workshop stationed within the massive spaceship.

You merely glanced at him, your tired gaze instantly flickering towards his shortcircuiting arm before letting out a small huff of annoyance as you slammed the coffee mug on the messy table. Like a routine checkup, you wordlessly pointed towards the empty seat and began working on fixing his bionic arm back to good as new.

All the while the tense atmosphere remained palpable within the workshop. Even your trusty little invention-slash-companion robot, Brownie had jumped over the table, holding out all the necessary tools for you to fix Caleb up, yet the presence of the adorable little brown robot cat wasn't enough to shimmer down the tension in the air.

Your expression remained aloof yet the look in your eyes held a strong suppressed rage. Caleb winced when you purposely handled his arm a tad bit too roughly, shooting a side eyed glare at Brownie snickering at him, a clear message of 'you deserve it!' written all over your little companion's face.

Caleb was tempted to send the smug rascal flying across the room using his Evol.

...But he wouldn't want to risk facing your wrath, not when you're still mad pissed at him right now.

"...You know I had to do it." Caleb decided to break the silence first, his eyes locked onto your face, hoping to ease down your anger even just a little bit. "I was following orders."

You stayed silent, nonchalantly avoiding his gaze as your attention was solely on the holographic screen displaying the restoration process.

Caleb gritted his teeth, growing agitated by your lack of response. Why were you so stubborn? Why couldn't you understand him? Why do you have to subject him to this stupid silent treatment of yours?

Why can't you see he's doing all this for your sake?

"It's done." You finally spoke after a long tense silence, your voice cold and detached as you did the final adjustments on his bionic arm. His piercing stare was suffocating you and you wanted nothing more than to be out of his sight. "Now get out."

You had only turned around for a brief millisecond before his hand suddenly snatched your wrist, pulling you close to him. His taller frame towering over you, his face confronted in a mixture of anguish and pain - a sight that made your heart ache, but you refuse to show any weakness, not in front of him, especially not in front of a cruel man like him.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Caleb spoke lowly, struggling to suppress his own anger. "Aren't you tired of these charades of yours?"

You glared up at him defiantly, despite the slight tremble from his iron grip. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me." He scowled, his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. "How long are you going to play both sides? Do you think they're going to let you off easily once they find out you've been secretly colluding with the enemy?"

His heart sank in dread at your unfazed reaction, as if you've been expecting this to happen sooner or later, that the consequences be damned if it meant fulfilling your own secret mission no matter the cost.

Even at the expense of your own wellbeing.

"..Choose us." Choose me. Caleb shut his eyes briefly before letting go of your wrist, his voice strained with a soft plea as his hands gently cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "I can guarantee your safety if you choose our side, please Princess. You'll die if you keep this up."

He sees the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, the conflict swimming in those alluring gaze that never fail to make his heart stutter. But as soon as that raising hope for you turn to his side came, it vanished in an instant when you slapped his hands away.

"I'd rather much die." You spat, your fist clutched the collar of his shirt as you glared up at him, the hatred and disgust written all over your face as your final words shattered his heart into pieces.

"Than to serve the likes of abominations like you.”

[itza-me-xinnamon]

so um

cough

blood warning?

[jasonsbruce]

[foolsocracy]

I can't help but notice you haven't posted any angst in a while and I'm suspicious

whipped this one up just for u anon

[eph3merall]

let's talk some more about toxic!chris . . .

you can't help the giddy feeling in your stomach at the sight of chris' "omw" text. all thoughts of trying to convince him into a relationship disappear into thin air when he says that he can make everything better. who are you to decline that?

the wait felt like forever. it was probably ten minutes or so, and soon enough you're laying comfortably on your bed with chris in between your legs. his hands shove your knees up to your chest, the position uncomfortable at first, but any pain got replaced with pleasure with how chris' nose nudged at your bundle of nerves.

"tastes s'good, baby, jus' needed me to make it all better, right?" the words are mumbled against your cunt, and he didn't exactly realize he was the problem in the first place, though. you were about to reply, only for the words to die on your tongue and get replaced with a hoarse sob at how chris' tongue prodded at your entrance.

he licked a stripe up your cunt, eyes lifting up from underneath the brown curly tufts of hair on his head to playfully meet yours. he's quick to dive back in however—lips wrapping around your clit to suck gently on. he doesn't miss how you're thrashing, trying to grind down on his face, ringed hands holding the back of your thighs down to keep them pinned in place.

he's eating like a man starved, beard covered in your slick and hair slightly damp from sweat. mumbled praises are said right against your pussy, making you buck and tremble. and before you know it you can feel the knot untwisting in your stomach, a hand reaching down to grip desperately at chris' hair. "gonna cum, chris, 'm gonna cum—"

"come on, give it t'me," and his tongue is licking broad stripes and then alternating into fast flicks and you're coating his face in your slick with a few loud sobs and moans. his hands slowly ease up their grip on your thighs and he's wiping his face and lips off when he rises up onto his knees.

chris is so pretty you forget you were trying to convince him to date you. he's so sweet that you forget you saw him with multiple other girls at a party just a few days ago. you forget that you saw him drag some girls away into a private room.

forget, forget, forget. that's what chris wants you to do. because he can't get into a relationship with you. no matter how sweet you are. how loving.

in the midst of him cleaning you up, you forget that he's an absolute fucking asshole.

that text message photo in my header made by me!! cred if u wanna use

omg! smut!!! wowie

masterlist coming soon (+ lots of matt stuff)

was this good pls give feedback lollsjsba

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©eph3merall 2024

[localcanadiancreature62]

My stance on how i treat my blorbos ISN'T "I can fix them" "I can make them worse". It's actually "I'll break them and THEN fix them". Like they'll go through the most traumatic, unimaginable horrors ever and they'll get therapy as well as a drinky drink if they were a good sport about the Horrors™. You see i like to see my faves heal,but to see them heal i have to hurt them.

Rant under the cut.

I'm not like other angst writers who are allergic to happiness *looks at my mutuals Aria and Angst*. They just have to go through a horrifically terrible time before having a good time. I literally give all of my faves more baggage than they already have only to fix it soon after pfft. Also i don't like sad endings,i physically cannot write them, because i will Cry. Like what even is the point of making them go through the Horrors if they come out as an unrecognizable husk after?. I break them and i fix them,but other people just break them break them break them break them break them until there's nothing left. Like i get where you're coming from. Becoming totally changed by trauma that there's no coming back is interesting. But like,bruh. Not my cup of tea. K rant over. Thank you for listening to my ted talk.