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#First proper spamton drawing in a HOT minute#And it's angst lmaoo#Idk Mask of My Own Face came up on my spotify and I have enough of a vision and motivation to see it through#I wanna try to draw more again so taking any excuse tbh#Aaaanyway hope y'all enjoy#sheepy post#spamton#Deltarune
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` 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.”
#going full brainrot mode after Caleb's trailer dropped so this fic happened lmaoo#wrote it in a spur of the moment#caleb x you#caleb x reader#Caleb x y/n#lads caleb#lnds caleb#love and deepspace caleb#lads fanfic#lads angst#lnds angst#love and deepspace#love and deepspace scenarios
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random sketches
#felix fathom#i love his angst lmaoo#miraculous ladybug#ml#art#felix#fanart#sketchbook#messyy... but whateverrr#felix graham de vanily#argos
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"I know why you are the way that you are, but you're still being an asshole"
#south park#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#south park fanart#sp style#style sp#sp stanky#finally finished finals and decided angst was the move lmaoo#gonna draw something soft bcs ofc they make up#ahhhhlovember
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When you're trying to introduce yourself to the new people but your husband will not stop hyping you up.
#This is how I interpreted that moment lmaoo like shHH#Qsmp#Pissa#qsmp shipping#Qsmp Missa#Qsmp Philza#Yes there is angst going on buuut still pissa-pilled#Also realised this could have easily been Missa's way of letting the new comers know that Philza is taken. so no one gets any ideas KEKW
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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.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#satoru gojo#geto suguru#suguru geto#gojo x y/n#satosugu#angst#jjk angst#i’m so sorry lmaoo#gojo x you#jjk gojo#gojou satoru x reader
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See You Again (Will I?) — @black-brothers-microfic — WC: 1366 | Warnings: implied (sacrificial) suicide
Hogwarts circa June, 1978.
“Regulus,” Sirius said, the name foreign on his tongue, the sound wrong in his ears.
The younger boy gave a short nod. “Sirius.”
Oh—his own name sounded wrong, too.
It was a well-established fact that Sirius hated the Blacks and that included the hollow shell of a brother he once knew—who was now staring back at him with a razor-sharp gaze.
Regulus used to be such a soft kid—annoying and snobbish, yes, but polite and sweet, too. It was like Sirius had blinked one day and Regulus had shattered into a mosaic of broken glass, all jagged edges that threatened to leave the deepest cuts. A part of Sirius knew that he had missed out on his brother’s life by his own choice but he couldn’t help the wound that opened up in his heart at thought.
Sirius decided to speak up. “I’m leaving.”
Regulus raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.
“I mean—” Sirius grimaced at the wording. “Hogwarts. Seventh Year done and whatnot.”
“A bit surprised, if I’m being honest,” Regulus said. “I always imagined that you would get expelled.”
Why did he speak like that? Absolutely zero emotion on his face. He had changed so much in the last two years—him arguing with Sirius and being a little bitch was much better than … whatever this was.
“Yeah, well,” Sirius shrugged, passing him a toothy grin. “Came close once. Or ten times.”
“I’m sure.”
Usually, Sirius would be mean to Regulus. He would look at him and turn away in pure contempt. Today, however, with all the goodbyes and a war looming ahead, Sirius found himself overcome with a fondness for his brother that hasn’t been there in … six years? Longer?
Sirius has heard the rumors about Regulus already becoming a Death Eater. He knew that even if it wasn’t true, yet, that was still the path Regulus was heading down. That has always been his big goal in life. The thought of it brought back some bitterness but the more prominent cloud in Sirius’ mind was a heavy reminder that he would be on opposite sides of a war with his own brother.
He had no confirmation that Regulus had actually taken the Dark Mark and as long as he didn’t, Sirius reasoned, he had one last chance to say the goodbye they had put off for two years.
Sirius didn’t think much about it. Words were failing him, anyways, and so he moved forward, bringing his arm around Regulus in a hug that neither of them were prepared for.
Regulus went rigid instantly, his entire body locking up as if he had been petrified. The hesitation, the instinctive recoil, it all vibrated through Sirius’ own body, but then—slowly, stiffly—Regulus started to return the embrace. In all honesty, it was not much at all. There was no warmth—in fact, even under the glare of the summer sun, Regulus felt colder than ice. But it was there, he was there, and Sirius decided that this would have to count. It would have to mean something, and it does.
Sirius exhaled through his nose, gripping the fabric of Regulus’ robes for just a second longer before pulling back. His hands lingered on his brother’s arms, giving them a brief squeeze before letting go entirely.
“This is the last time,” Sirius said, voice not as steady as he had intended.
Regulus blinked, something flickering across his face but it was gone before Sirius could place it. “Hmm?”
“This is the last time,” Sirius pressed more firmly, “we will ever see each other.”
Regulus did not argue. He only nodded, paused for one second, then promptly turned on his heel and walked away.
This time, Sirius watched Regulus leave.

Knockturn Alley circa August, 1979.
Regulus stepped out of Burkin and Burkes, the replica of Slytherin’s locket safely tucked into his pocket. Time was moving slowly for him tonight, which probably made sense since he was quite literally on his way to trade his life for the real locket.
For someone who was about to die at eighteen, Regulus didn’t have much that he wanted to do. He wished that things had been different but, honestly, even without the war, Regulus Black would not mean anything to anyone. That was his reality, it was his burden, and he will rot the water with it soon.
Perhaps the universe wasn’t done punishing Regulus, though, because as he turned down an alley, he came face to face with his brother. The estranged, disowned brother he hadn’t seen in a year. The brother who was actively fighting against him.
Where the light bled into the dark, where the flickering streetlamps didn’t reach, that’s where Regulus saw Sirius again.
One last time.
“I don’t want to fight,” Regulus found himself saying, immediately, voice small. He was exhausted—bone-deep and soul-deep. There was nothing left in him to give anymore. “Please, Sirius.”
Sirius was accessing him carefully, jaw clenched tightly, but Regulus caught the hint of concern in his unforgiving gaze. He must look like a special brand of shit for Sirius to put aside his hatred.
“You look like hell,” Sirius muttered, confirming that theory.
Regulus huffed. “Don’t we all?”
Sirius didn’t smile. Regulus hadn’t expected him to. With that, a silence settled over them, and calling it uncomfortable would not do it justice.
None of it mattered, anyways.
Regulus was already dying.
He was dying, and Sirius hated him.
He was dying, and no one loved him.
“I know we’re on opposite sides,” he admitted, keeping his gaze fixed on the cold stone wall behind Sirius’ shoulder. “And I know what that means.”
“Do you?” Sirius’ voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous. Something awful, something hateful. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be here.”
Regulus shook his head, a bit desperate. “I do,” he hesitated, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “I don’t expect you to understand, but this—this is something that I have to do.”
Sirius’ expression twisted, frustration flickering across his face. “You’ve never had to—”
“Listen,” Regulus cut in, digging crescents into his palm. “I meant what I said about not wanting to fight. Please, Sirius, don’t be mean to me today.”
It was unfair. It was pathetic, too, but again—Regulus was dying so nothing mattered. What was Sirius going to do? Leave him again? Kill him more?
None of it mattered.
Regulus didn’t matter. He never had, never will.
“Reggie—”
And maybe it was simply the fear of dying alone or maybe it was the use of the nickname the Regulus hadn’t heard in years that made him pull Sirius into a hug in that moment.
Regulus had never initiated an embrace with anyone before—and he never will after this. This had been his last chance to do so and he has done it. Now, at least, Regulus can claim that in the eighteen years he got, he had given one hug.
It was warm despite his own inherent coldness. Unlike Regulus, Sirius didn’t hesitate before retuning it, arms circling around his shoulders. It was then that Regulus realized that he had grown taller than Sirius. The older Black seemed to have come to the same conclusion, his response being a tight squeeze.
In another life, Regulus would have teased him about this. In another life, Sirius would have been annoyed by this.
Regulus didn’t let go of his brother for what felt like an eternity. He wished that Sirius would ask him to stay, but how could Sirius know where he was headed? Would it change anything, Regulus wondered? If Sirius knew that Regulus was going to give up his life to bring down the Dark Lord, would he stop him?
Will he mourn him?
Will anyone?
“Alright. Alright,” Sirius sighed. He was the first to pull away and it had to be him because Regulus wasn’t brave enough to face reality again. “Stupid question but … are you okay?”
Regulus supposed that’s something he hasn’t done yet. Be okay. He pulled back further, shrugging.
“You were wrong, Sirius,” Regulus muttered. “This is the last time we will ever see each other.”
Sirius had left once, so Regulus had to be the one who left at least twice.
And for good this time.
Edit: Moodboard I made inspired by this
#first micro did i do it right idk lmaoo#reg’s pov is less expressive because it became triggering to me lmao i’m sorry#it would be too heavy for this & too many words#also to be clear i don’t think this is how it would go in canon#black brothers angst#rereading and cringing 😭😭#black brothers#sirius and regulus#marauders microfic#black brothers microfic#sirius black#regulus black#jegulus#james potter#dead gay wizards from the 70s#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders#hp marauders
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back & better than ever!!
#finally got around to updating them just in time for valentines day... but watch it be an angst edit lmaoo#ts4#sims 4#ts4 cas#create a sim#ts4 lookbook#simblr#.atticus#.tallulah
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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?”
#im sick asf lmaoo#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk headcanons#jjk drabbles#jjk scenarios#jjk angst#jjk smut#jjk suggestive#jjk x reader#jjk sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna headcanons#sukuna drabble#sukuna scenarios#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#drummer! sukuna college au
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guess who (re)watched everything everywhere all at once and cried (again)


#this isn’t new art LMAOO#i’ve been putting this off for months#also either of them could be saying the quote#i just- couldn’t decide#domestic currynoodles i love u#(ignores the angst)#[—✦-#-✧ my art#-✧ comic#twst art#twisted wonderland#twst#jamil viper#twst oc x canon#jamiyuu#jamil x yuu#twst yuu#twst yuusona#(💜) yuusha#(💜) curry noodles#-✦—]#anyways other than this quote#this movie had me bawling#it hit WAY too close to home
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so um
cough
blood warning?
#rise of the tmnt#rise of the turtles#rottmnt leo#rise mikey#disaster twins#tmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#unpause rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt raphael#rottmnt raph#rottmnt michelangelo#tmnt leonardo#tmnt fanart#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt art#rottmnt angst#crazy scientist core LMAOO#cuh i dunno i just had phonk music while drawing this ☠️#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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🌊Sweet Slumber✨
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Shh dont wake him up, he is resting…finnally
#eepy moment#assassin's creed#desmond miles#art#dont look at his shoes too much lmaoo#we do a little bit of angst
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#bruce wayne#jason todd#brujay#bruce x jason#batman#batman: arkham knight#arkhamverse#red hood#my gifs#arkham knight#i love jason's different exits here lmao#but the first one looks so silly because the gif was too big so i couldn't get the smoke with when he disappears so now it just looks like#he's falling lmaoo#also this batsuit goes very well with this scene and they match#the angst OH THE ANGST :)))#the angsty ones are the best one#tropes like fluff and stuff? i don't know her#i only know angst and heartache#well it's fine if it goes from angst to fluff I GUESS#also can we talk about when bruce rips of his arkham knight symbol?#and then later when jason saves him#he has painted his own#because he's not arkham knight anymore that chapter is over#it's so cute
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#oh sweet sweet angst where would i be without you my sweet summer child#fun fact that one uber detailed sketch of pc is supposed to be for a shitpost but i never posted it so just used it here#and the last panel looks like the arthur meme LMAOO#degrees of lewdity#kylar the loner#dol kylar#wabam bitch heres the#yandere#tag again#my art
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doodled this in between commissions 💕 more au doodles for the soul
#wanted to draw some angst#we'll upload the individual pics here in a bit fhfjf#but the audio makes it better in our opinion lmaoo#our poor scratched up screen however 😭#simon petrikov#ice king#adventure time#fionna and cake spoilers#fionna and cake#golbetty#betty grof#make room for ice king au#mycel doodles
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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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