#vapor twitch

[pettybourgeoiz]

#music discovery #music #spotify link #spotify #music artists #machinedrum #song #center your love #genres #footwork #future garage #glitch #glitch hop #halftime dub #intelligent dance music #minimal dnb #uk bass #vapor twitch #wonky #Bourgeoiz Music Discovery #MORE MUSIC ON MY BLOG #from me #Spotify

[justanotherindie]

Xandos - Keep U Close [Vapor Twitch]

Австралийский музыкант Xandos, адепт Vapor Twitch сцены, влюбленный в мрачные вокальные партии, глубокий бас и кристальное звучание синтезаторов, продолжает оттачивать свой уникальный саунд, сочетающий эмоциональные мелодии с глубоким басом, экспериментами с wave и крепкими trap битами, и на днях представил свою новую работу – сингл “Keep U Close”. Артист блестяще сочетает угрюмый, плотный бас с…

View On WordPress

#Vapor Twitch

[scythedelic]

Malic Acid // 002

#Complextro #drumfunk #vapor twitch #and wonky electronic beats. Created 01/12/2018 #spotify #playlist #Spotify

[thetaizuru]

(cr3sh)

#SoundCloud #music #cr3sh #downtempo #vapor twitch #dark #soundcloud

[bonlynx]

#idk if any of the ppl running this even have tumblrs so I'm just gonna post this #u should all come hang out #live music #music #twitch #stream #live #headless blood idol #show #video #underground #artist #dusk rose #lilienfeld #boseby #gamor vapor #da tengu god #wurm #violence mars #elias and the error #download history #traumacorp se #dj hypergiant #waavypanda #teen smoking #cruel hunnies #magenta skull #saturday #night #hope I didn't misspell anybody lolol

[thewild--flower]

#was so sure newjeans would be my top artist this year but forgot gorillaz released an album earlier in the year #checks out #also i think this is the first time in a while i havent had electropop as a top genre #idk wtf alt z and vapor twitch are tho #spotify unwrapped

[littlemotac]

Star Bit / Sub Twitch Badges x5 | Colourful Vapour-Wave Inspired Stream Badges

5 cute and delicate star designs, each in a unique colour, ready to use on Twitch, Discord or other streaming platforms~!

#emotes #twitch #youtube #stream #livestream #gaming #sub badge #bit badge #badges #star #cellestial #horoscope #green #blue #orange #cyberpunk #vapor wave

[lilisettean]

Fogged Mirror | Zayne/Reader

About: You went to check on Zayne when you felt a sudden drop in temperature. You knew he was in the shower but... What if he was in pain again because of Evol overuse? Couldn't hurt to check right? Until one thing let to another and...

Pairing: Zayne/Reader

Notes: I saw the artwork for Zayne's Lingering Warmth and yeah. Mirrors. Fogged mirrors. And my brain ran with it hahaha...

AO3: Read here!

Warnings: Hinted no protection. Age 18+ only please. Enjoy :)

“Open your eyes and look at yourself. Good… good girl.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open, doing your best to fight against the waves of pleasure that coursed through you at that moment and not let your eyes roll back. The vapor and water droplets that clung to the mirror in front of you made it difficult to see what Zayne wanted you to see, but you managed. 

And was it a sight. 

You were naked in front of the full length mirror the bathroom has, your skin flushed from the heat. And Zayne was right behind you; his hands grabbing your hips as he slid his hardened cock between your thighs, both of your towels laid forgotten on the damp floor. 

Fleetingly you thought, how did this even happen; how did you coming to check on Zayne when you felt a sudden drop in temperature after your shower led to you having his cock so sinfully close to your heat?

That thought, however, was quickly forced out of your mind the moment he pulled back, the reddish tip of his cock grazing your clit as he thrusted forward. You grapsed at his hands and arch your back, or as much as you could with him lifting and holding you in place, the sensations from him brushing your clit with the side of his cock and fucking your slick folds was so overwhelming that you let out the moan that you’ve been holding in for so long.

“Don’t hold back.” Zayne murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe. Was it your imagination or he had picked up the pace a little?

You fought against the cloudy haze of lust that had descended upon your mind and opened your eyes, wanting to see more of his reaction. Through the mirror you saw him bite his lip as he thrusted, his brows furrowed and face tense, as though controlling himself. The hands that were on your hips were making indents into your skin, and while you cannot see it with all the water vapor in the room, you could feel his precum leaking and dripping onto your inner thighs.

“Mmh– Zayne–” You breathed out, his thrusts growing sloppier and more erratic with each call of his name. You could feel his cock throbbing against your heat, and God, did you want him to just–

“Ah–!” You let out a startled moan when he suddenly slid a hand under your thigh and lifted it, giving himself better access as he pushed his weeping tip past your entrance. 

“Focus on me.” He said, nipping your earlobe as his other hand found your cheek and kept you in place, making you watch him slowly sheath his cock within you, inch by inch. It was as though he was making you acknowledge that you belonged to him now, that he was the only one that could ever see you in such a state.

You squirmed as his cock made its way deeper into you, his girth stretching you more than your fingers ever could. His grip on your thigh tightened when your walls fluttered around him, clenching him and tempting him to just give in to his lust for you.

“You alright?” He asked once he was completely within you, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head while waiting for you to adjust. He grunted when you clenched around him to test the waters, his cock twitching in anticipation in response.

At your nod, he kissed the top of your head once more, before holding your cheek in place, rendering you unable to look away from the full length mirror.

“Now watch.” Zayne whispered as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, leaving only the tip in. “Good girl.” 

#love and deepspace #love and deep space #love and deepspace zayne x reader #love and deep space zayne x reader #that artwork man. #i want that towel off dammit!! #that goes for xavier and rafayel too

[lovrspell]

Red water

Pairing: Astarion x Gn!Reader.

Warnings: 18+. Shower sex. Porn without plot. Vampire bite. Blood sucking.

Word count: 1,1k

Masterlist.

Swish, swosh...

The water runs boiling, rocking from side to side in the bathtub. Astarion's hands are planted firmly on your waist to ensure stability as his hips, with slow, deep thrusts, meet your sex. You're intimately tucked together, with no intentions of letting go of the other; your arms are wrapped around his head, hands chasing his damp, white locks whenever they slip into his eyes.

With your foreheads together, your breaths mix to create one in a puff of vapor that vanishes in the warm, condensed air around you. The sound of falling water becomes quieter and quieter, and in the haze of pleasure you take a quick look behind you only to realize that the flowing water has almost reached the edge. You stretch out a trembling hand and with a quick movement you reach for its handle, twisting it and ceasing the water flow before it could reach and exceed the edge of the basin. Meanwhile, Astarion takes advantage of the angle of your head and therefore easy access to your neck to plant a sloppy kiss on it.

A particularly deep thrust of his earns a mewl out of you, and your grip on the faucet tightens.

“Relax,” he soothes you, “let go.”

You obeyed — how could you not, when his voice sounds so sweet, laced by pleasure and ecstasy? — letting go of the handle. And so he takes the chance to take your hand, bringing it up close to his face and kissing the palm with those soft lips of his before letting it go. His eyes remain locked into yours for the whole time.

His thrusts become somewhat sloppier, messier. He brings his hips up with the laziness of someone making love just for the pleasure of having his lover's insides wrapped around his cock, without any secondary purpose. All he wanted was to sink inside you, into your essence. He wasn't even looking for the morbid release an orgasm brings — in reality, all that was enough for him was to see your body react to his touches, to him.

Each moan of yours, each heavy breath that causes your chest to rise and fall slowly, each twitch of your brows as your face contorts in ecstasy, even, causes his cock to twitch.

And you feel it.

You feel it all too well.

He traces a path that goes from where your pulse pounds — his fangs scratching your skin threateningly on that point on which your life depends — to your shoulder, and that's when he sinks his canines in your skin, breaking the soft layers of flesh. Simultaneously, he thrusts a bit harder and meets your sex with unexpected force, causing you to yelp from both the sharp pain of his love bite and the sudden change in his pace that makes you bounce in his direction.

That's what he enjoys doing most. As soon as you are relaxed, lost in the warm embraces in which sexual pleasure envelops you in, he does something, anything to make you flinch, gasp, wake up from your trance-like state. He can't see your face now, but he can just imagine how deliciously surprised and pained your expressions looks and could get off to that mere thought.

You feel the warm blood pouring out from the holes his fangs made. You feel his tongue lapping at that oh-so-sweet nectar of yours and there's that familiar heat in between your thighs — your sex throbs, clenching around his own. He groans, all too aware of it all, of how much it turns you on when he sucks you dry and fucks you through it.

Possibly, he gets even harder. His cock throbs inside you and for a moment he was way too focused on your nectar of life on his taste buds that he had even stopped thrusting, reducing the movements of his hips to mere twitches.

But that lasted only for a few seconds. He took no time in grabbing you by the hips, digging his fingertips into your skin to make sure you weren't going anywhere as he pounded inside you. Your pelvis goes numb for a few seconds as he gives it all in those thrusts, making you cry out.

You hear him whimper as he chases your collective ecstasy; he pulls away from your shoulder after a while, but he keeps his tongue ready to lap at any blood leaking out from the wound. He reaches both hands down your rear, looking up at your face as you approach your high. As you're finally able to look at his face as well, you see your blood smeared across his chin, lips, and now that he had detached from the injured, stinging area, you see the water around you starting to paint a fair red.

You see that wry smirk of his, and he tilts his head to the side as he leans in, whispering,

“Taste yourself.”

You don't even have the time to process his words. He kisses you deeply, and I mean deeply.

You feel the metallic taste of your own blood spreading in your mouth, his tongue searching for yours with unadulterated hunger.

You cry out in his mouth as your throbbing only gets worse, resulting into that familiar feeling of pressure in your lower half that spreads in your stomach once you reach your peak. He hums contentedly, gradually slowing down his thrusts.

With his hands firmly planted on your rear, he guides you to ride out — in quite the literal sense — on that wave of ecstasy, giving your backside a gentle squeeze as to say Good job.

With those same movements, accompanied by his own deep thrusts, he brings himself to orgasm too. As soon as you feel his breath catch, you detach from his lips to see it all happen on his face: his lips part, he whimpers, sinking a canine in his lip. Then his brows furrow, creating wrinkles in their middle— oh, there he is. How lovely. He lets out a low, long groan as his hips twitch towards your sex one last time and you can see the muscles in his neck tense up.

A shaking sigh leaves his lips as he fills you right up, and your back arches. His cum might be the only warm thigh about his whole being. He opens his eyes, looking into your own, and he gives you a knowing smile, his fangs barely showing.

He would ask you if you liked it for the sheer praise, but it's pretty damn obvious from that look on your face. Better not waste his breath — he just fed on you, he'll definitely have enough energy for another round.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion smut #astarion baldurs gate #astarion x female tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x male reader #astarion x gender neutral reader #astarion fanfic

[pettybourgeoiz]

✰Bourgeoiz Music Discovery✰

#music discovery #music #spotify link #spotify #genres #electronica #float house #uk bass #future garage #deep house #indie soul #ukg revival #lo-fi house #vapor twitch #vapor soul #music genres #music artists #poté #song #ur<3 #Bourgeoiz Music Discovery #MORE MUSIC ON MY BLOG

[justanotherindie]

Laxcity - skyscraper [Vapor Twitch]

Уроженец Замбии, британский музыкант Джошуа Мбеве, известный как Laxcity любит экспериментировать с бэйс-музыкой, создавая сложные звуковые ландшафты и многослойные аудио-текстуры, и на этой неделе представил новый трек “skyscraper” с его микстейпа “kinder opposites”, релиз которого запланирован на май этого года аккурат к выступлению артиста на фестивале HARD summer LA хэдлайнерами которого…

View On WordPress

#Vapor Twitch

[scythedelic]

Kiva Chocolate // 001

#Drumfunk #lo-fi and other hip-hop #vapor twitch #and some [adult swim] vibes #mostly instrumental. Created 01/12/2018 #playlist #spotify #Spotify

[deadghosy]

VEES MEETING MY VERSION OF Y/N

Part 1 part2

WARNING: VALENTINO 🤮, swearing, and foul language.

I listened to Edit audios while making this to feel something🤭

YOU ENTERED the Vee's tower to see......a bunch of things you didn't care about as you are only here to see what the fuck they want.  Neno slithers around the area, you sighed worried for Charlie as she must be waiting for you at home as you did say you would be there. You only hummed as you heard clacks of shoes coming towards you, you whistle loudly as Neno warps around you in a haze.

You turn to see the man himself, Vox with... (GAGGG) Valentino behind him smirking as he holds his cigarette between his hands. You stare at them with a blank look as Vox smiles his shit eating grin. Velvette walks in as well sitting down on one of the couch's wanting to watch this go down.

"Happy to see you. Ain't this an amazing reunion my friend." Vox says putting his arm around your shoulder and pinching your cheek. You turn to vapor and move away from him as Vox smirks at your reaction to him being close to you. You narrowed your eyes.

"Did you really fucking invite me in your home only to annoy me?" You said as your eye twitched. Vox can hear the whispers of your back getting slight loud due to your emotions. "What? Of courseeee not my dear friend." He says walking to you having his hands behind his back. "We're here to offer you something [Y/N]! We just to help you."

The last words he said went to static as he used one of his eyes that swirl. He was clearly trying to use his hypnosis on you, but you weren't buying it as you had Neno cover his vision of you.

Vox grunts waving Neno away as Neno snickers going over to you as you tried to leave. Key word, TRIED! Valentino grabbed your arm pulling to his chest as he used his other arm to pull your chin to face him.

"Woah woah, where are you going~" he said with a slight purr as he grabs your hand and kisses it leaving red saliva. You cringed as you immediately stepped on his foot making him yelp holding it. Velvette chuckled with an amused smile.

Neno held your hand as they wipe off the red saliva with a noticeable frown. You had a scowl at how he tried that shit on you, but it seemed to turn Valentino on a bit. After he calmed down he puffs in his cigarette with a grin showing off his gold tooth with his other sharp teeth.

"I knew I liked them fiesty. Even if it's the princessa's pet~" he says staring at you up and down with a lick of his lips as he blow red smokes towards you. Before it would reach you, your sharp grayscale/[color palette] wings blocked it as you had enough.

"Try that shit again...I will rip your arms off and feed you for the whole cannibal town to feast on your worthless, disgusting body..." you said warning him with sharp teeth grin as a black shadow takes over your face only showing your eyes and mouth. (Kinda like mandela catalogue)

Vox stepped in between you and Valentino with a tight smile as he could tell you weren't playing around as your eyes shake between him and the pimp behind him. Your eyes were crazy looking you stood still.

"Now now, we can't have this as the first impression of the Vee's." Vox says pulling Val by his arm only to put his arm around Valentino's shoulder. "Right Val?" He says using his hypnosis slightly on him. Valentino pouts slightly but regains his smile as he stand up straight.

Your "face" gets wiped off quickly as you sighed at this waste of time. Vox explained about this "meeting" he planned as it's been a while he talked to you. He dragged you to this office place as the two other Vee's are between you and Vox. You rolled your eyes as you sat where you could see all three of them at the same time. Velvette still on her phone, Vox smiling at you with his grin and hands cupped together on table, and Valentino smiling as he wiggles his fingers at you.

You narrows your eyes as you pulled out a file and start to file down your nails, "Alright, spill the shits. I got time to go and a place to be"

"I want you to join Voxtech. It will amazing to have you and your stern and forward personality on my team. Maybe even a contract." Vox says smiling crazily at you

"Or maybe you can work for me doll.~" Val says eyeing your chest as you narrowed your eyes putting your file up. "I mean, your body is just magnificent with the curves and the hips you got." You could've swear his saliva was seeping through his mouth which made you scrunch up your face.

"I want you to be a model for me. You got the fierce look for it. Plus like this dickwad said. You have the perfect body for it." The female V says lastly as you stare with an amused smile. But the smile starts to crack as you laugh holding your stomach.

The Vee's glance at each other confused as they stare back at you while Neno stays beside you.

———

AFTER LAUGHING at their offers for who god knows for long. You couldn't help but smile at the fact they actually want you on your team when it's damn well known in hell you would do anything to protect the princess of hell and king. Hell even your friends.

"Damn you guys are fuckin' worthless..." you said crossing your leg over your other leg as Neno purrs over your shoulder. Neno snickers with a shark like smile at the three Vee's who seemed a little stumped at how you rejected their offer.

"I'll show you worthless!" Vox says slamming his hand down on the table as he stares at you with a slight glitch in his body movement

You raised a brow as you chuckled to yourself covering your smug smile behind your hand. "Eww.." you said as you crossed your arms switching your crossed legs.

Vox actually felt ticked off staring at your calm and teasing posture not actually a pissed one he had seen yesterday. Valentino stops his lustful gaze as he turned sour, Velvette just flips you off as you smile and flip her off kissing your middle finger. Today you felt a little cunty as you smirked at the two male overlords staring angrily at you.

"Listen, I don't want to be a sex worker. So fuck you." You said flipping off Valentino who lets out a moth squeak pissed off. "And I don't see why you want me to be here for this little ass meeting or reunion you called it earlier. Because honey, it's worthless for me to be here with the three little bitches."

You said with slight venom with your voice as Neno lets out an airy chuckle. You got up and left with a bow as Valentino just stares at you with a snobby look raising his brow. Velvette actually smiles at how you stood on your ground. Vox was glitching in anger as he claws something by him with his nails/claws staring at you.

You smirked pulling out your hands like a cat that show more sharper than his. "Oh sweetie...I can do that too hoe! What a surprise." You said lastly leaving as the last thing you heard was Vox yelling after you.

"YOU FUCKING BIT-"

But you already teleport as vapor to the hotel as you sat on your bed with Neno who swirls around you with whispers. You chuckle lowly as your room starts to light up as you stare down at Neno who swirls around you.

"Next time they try this shit on me. I'm going to fuck up their lives and make them a laughing stock." You say with glowing white eyes matching Neno's eyes as he smiles his sharp white teeth. He nods laughing as whispers get loud with a purr.

#hazbin vees #the three vees #hazbin hotel vees #the vees #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x you #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x female reader

[christinarowie332]

“id be a fucking idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

a smoke session with a pretty boy

warnings: suggestive asf ? droogs ofc . language

____________

i cough for the fourth time tonight .

“bro i thought you were like this stoner chick what’s going on ?” the boy sat opposite me asks , his voice deep with smoke after inhaling .

i regain my composure with teary eyes and sniff my nose while laughing .”your girlfriend grows some serious shit man” i say before coughing again and grabbing my white red bull from the table .

i take a sip and notice the blue eyed boy scrunch his eyebrows in confusion, smirking slightly. “my girlfriend? who said i had a girlfriend?”

“your weed was rolled in pink paper and i’m pretty sure they’re cherry flavored? u either have a girlfriend or you play for the other team” i reply matching his smirk and holding my arm out , gesturing him to pass over the blunt .

he inhaled one more time and passes it over with pinched fingers . he squints his eyes to hold in a cough before exhaling the thick vapor . “my brothers girlfriend gave us all a little hamper each for our birthdays . these were in them . but you are right that’s some serious weed” he laughs over the last sentence, leaning forward and grabbing his root beer .

“ahhh, of course . your matt right , chris’s brother?” i say while snuffing out the now fully smoked blunt and flicking in in a plant pot .

we were sat on a porch in some random kids garden on two opposite benches. i met chris last party me and my friend went to and to be honest i fully forgot about him until now , the whole night was a blur after being cross faded and getting home was a mystery .

“so that’s why you look so familiar!” i continue, slumping back in my chair and crossing my legs .

he mirrors my actions , leaning back and adjusting himself slightly thrusting his groin and man spreading . i watch him do this before realizing where i’m looking and quickly meet his gaze . his eyebrow twitched at this and smirked , noticing my gaze and huffs a laugh from his nose .

i take a deep breath to compose myself as i feel a rush of blood travel to my face and other places . “anyway , your brother seemed nice enough, his girlfriend too .” i say to try and diminish the growing tension.

“he didn’t mention you , somehow” he says eyeing me up and down , looking at my baggy low waisted cargos , then to my low cut long sleeve cropped sweater . his eyes not meeting for my own as his glare lingers like the smoke around us .

i shift slightly under his gaze , he notices and meets my eyes , pupils blown out and heavy from the high we both start to feel . the light blue i was becoming accustomed to ,shifting next to the pinkish tones . making them swim with lust.

“so you uh..” i clear my throat in anxiety , “you didn’t specify ?”

his face shifts from a calm and cold expression to a now confused one .

i take his silence as a hint and continue.

“u got a girlfriend?”

he smirks at this , tongue pressed to the inside of his mouth “i don’t no” he says quietly. his voice low and hourse

“play for the other team?” i tease raising eyebrows and leaning forward in challenge

“i’ll leave that to my brother nick” also leaning forward , not being intimidated and honestly intrigued as to where this is going .

i hum in response. leaning back because unlike him, i am extremely intimidated.

he shifts his body to the edge of his chair and leans over the table separating us . staring at it for a while seemingly fighting with his own thoughts. he hesitates for a moment before pushing himself off the chair and walking around the table towards me .

i watch as he does this , my heart racing slightly as he plops down next to me .

we both put an elbow on the back of the bench we now share . angling our bodies towards each other .

“i didn’t get your name?” he asks leaning back slightly and smiling .

“it’s y/n” i reply , tilting my head and smiling .

i could smell his cologne, mixed with the mint and weed on his breath as he whispers while leaning forward towards me. “your uh …” he hesitates trying to pick a respectful word to use , even though the thoughts he was having was far from it “your very pretty y/n.” he says while moving a piece of my hair behind my ear .

my breath hitches at his touch and i side eye his hand as it moves to the side of my head . the warm lighting highlighting the shadows from his veins .

i couldn’t think of a response , my body tensing up at his words and ceaseless touch . he enjoys the sight of me nervous and drops his hand to my thigh, running it upwards to my pocket .

in a trance i miss as he grabs the lighter that’s hanging out of said pocket and holds it up to my face . before grabbing another joint from his own pocket with a crooked teasing smile.

i roll my eyes and shake my head slightly before speaking. “wanna shot gun?” i ask with a raised eyebrow

his head snaps towards me . “i’d be a fucking idiot if i said no to that”

i snatched the joint and lighter from his hands , before lighting the rolled plant and chucking the lighter to the side .

i get up from my seat . feeling a surge of confidence and deciding to match his energy. “it’s better if i do this” i said before straddling his lap and adjusting myself on him .at the sudden movement he flinches and his eyes shoot to mine . widely in warning.

i’m the one smirking now knowing exactly what i’m doing before inhaling the blunt , taking a long drag not breaking the eye contact. i put my arm holding the joint out to side and putting my free hand on his jaw . i tilt his head up before closing the distance and blowing the smoke into his mouth .

he keeps the eye contact still , never looking away , but tilting his head upwards , exhaling the smoke and biting down on his bottom lip agains a smile threatening to form .

we stay looking at each other for a few seconds before he grabs the joint out my fingers , licking his own and snuffing out the half lit end . his teeth flash as he hissed at the pain. he throws the joint to the floor and looks back at me grabbing the side of my face .

“fuck that” is all i hear from his lips before they’re smashed onto mine . all most immediately it turned into a heavy makeout , him moving from kissing my face down to my neck. i throw my head back and move my hips on him slightly . his teeth graze my neck at the movement. his hand moves from my face , against my neck, his thumb pressing down on my throat slightly and a his other hand running from the back of my neck , down my back, to my ass . lifting me with the movement .

after a good few minutes we both pull away to get our breath , and to slow down the pace as neither of us felt like getting caught doing anything more then kissing on some random guys patio .

his nose was red and lips swollen . hair messily plastered to his forehead and raised at the back from my needy tugging .

“your number”he whispers breathlessly , nodding his head messily .

“what?” i say as out of breath as him , tilting it .

“i need your fucking number , and i need to do this again”

—————

HEHEHEHHEHEGGEHEGGEGE

god he’s so hot

🤍🤍🤍

taglst/bbgs

@mangosrar @jcwrites-blog @sssturniolofart @soursturniolo @sturnphilia @daddyslilchickenfingers @def-livv @urmyslxt @littlebookworm803

———

i am literally in shock from how many people are likeing my shit right now you are all the sweetest people ever . love every single one of your with all my heart .

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #milkietalks #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #milkie is down bad #matt sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #send anons

[dollsuguru]

Hello! You can totally ignore if this isn’t up your alley but you could write something about suguru watching reader from afar while they grieve him for leaving? Either it’s super sad or twisted cause he feels happy that you love him enough to grieve him

I also could send in nsfw requests if you want those too

“the choiceless grief that drove him underground.”

contents: f!reader, mentions of guilt, stalking, & mass murder. both characters express grief in different ways. bit of callous/twisted suguru, a nod to his dacryphilia as well. mainly angsty but i guess at the core of it… it’s sweet? w.c: ~ 1.4k

a/n: rem, i owe you my life & then some! :’) thank you SO much for the concept idea! <3 i love delving into the twisted/not-so pretty parts of suguru so i hope you enjoy! :D

the premise of the situation is quite… haunting.

to mourn a friend, (‘a lover’ — his voice gently admonishes from the back of your mind), who isn’t dead.

he still roams around the aether — akin to a ghost. and here you are, grieving a corporeal phantom of your past.

both you and suguru have a penchant for nostalgia, him moreso than you. it’s why he’s here now at the foothills of mount mushiro, camouflaging himself into the shadows of the night, depleting his own cursed energy so there’s not a single trace of him left. he stands there in a vantage point hidden behind massive japanese oak trees, a lonely specter peering wistfully at his dearly beloved.

ex-beloved, rather, he should say.

it was of his own volition anyways.

your lack of cursed energy leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he remembers why he despises you so. the healed x-shaped scar on his chest burns and he wants to give you a matching one on your heart, as a reminder. you’re worse than a curse, he forces himself to seethe. heavenly restriction, huh? nothing heavenly about you…

a sick part of suguru wants to finally see you shatter — to watch someone as powerful as you break down and wail with such unbridled anguish, to hear your sorrowful screams pierce through the night sky like a gunshot wound to the head. something about imagining the way your tears would stick to your lashes makes his heart beat unbearably fast from within his ribcage. from sadness or intrigue, he doesn’t quite know…

he just selfishly craves to be the cause of it. to have you drown in tears of melancholy & be sundered by it like a tsunami of eerie desolation — to be plagued with devotion and corruption. just like him.

he wants you to get on your hands and knees and prostrate yourself to him — to lower yourself at his feet.

beneath him.

where you should be.

to apologize for being you. to apologize for coming into his life. to apologize for making him fall in love. to apologize for being his greatest curse. his greatest regret.

(regret for loving you or regret for leaving you… he’s not sure, yet. he’ll decide when he’s of more sound mind.)

yet all he gets is… just you… sitting there. expressionless.

suguru huffs quietly, his low-lidded gaze is heavy with fatigue and slight boredom. his soft exhales turn into smoky vapor in front of him, evaporating within seconds. he tediously redirects his amber irises back at you, observing you like a science experiment, scrutinizing your every move… only if you had done something, of course.

he notes that your stony face betrays no emotions, your body is rigid as if in living rigor-mortis. he surmises that the only thing that differentiates you from the zen statues around you is the gentle wisps of your hair across your face courtesy of the cold wind, crisp due to the night air.

before he realizes it, suguru’s fingers involuntarily twitch.

muscle memory.

(the same fingers have brushed against the plush of your cheek, caressed your hair & gently moved the strands away from your face. soft finger-pads outlined your lips gently, the shape of your cupid’s bow committed to memory. suguru figured the name was quite apt… he found himself wholly enraptured & in love.

hit by eros’ arrow the very moment he laid eyes on you — his lighthouse. his demise.)

a slight sniffle breaks suguru out of his reverie. he snaps his head back up at you, pierced brows furrowed and bright ochre eyes wide. he ignores the pang in his chest, his shock overtaking his senses leaving him paralyzed.

are you…?

your reddened eyes flit towards the foliage where suguru hides behind, and you softly rasp out a tired sigh. your lack of words are far more frigid than the midnight air, causing an ice cold shiver to run through suguru’s spine.

forcing the constriction in his throat back down, he exhales shakily, in a state of utter shock.

right.

heightened senses. superhuman physical capabilities. you always knew where suguru was before he ever knew where you were. a relationship of mutual indulgence — you pretend you don’t see him, and he pretends that you don’t know where he is at all times. as if you haven’t memorized his scent, his mannerisms, his soul. as if you couldn’t recognize him through physical vibrations alone.

just pretend you don’t see me now… indulge me one last time… please.

muscle memory.

you look away.

you focus your gaze towards the skyline of bountiful forest green trees, impeccable eyesight zeroing in on a tree with a heart carved around both his and your initials upon the espresso bark. the same tree where you had rested your head on suguru’s lap while he read his favorite books to you. the same tree where you had both shared your first kiss. the same tree where you had found out from a dear friend that suguru had murdered a whole village — some bullshit about him wanting to create a world with no curses. no non-sorcerers. no you.

you once playfully joked to suguru that you loved him more than he loved you. you remember the way his fists clenched at his sides, the furrow in his brow coupled with the immediate narrowing of his eyes, along with the slight snarl in his lip and voice pierced your soul as he resolutely scolded you — no one could ever love as deeply, as passionately, as genuinely as he loves you.

loved, rather, you should say.

what a fuckin’ liar.

…

in a blink of an eye, you disappear.

like a ghost.

you leave suguru alone to his own futile devices. he figures it’s fair, to indulge you one last time too, allowing you the ‘last laugh’, though he knows there’s no victors in this sick game that’s being played. he’s walked away from you before, it’s only fitting you do the same to him now.

his feet drag him to where you were hunched over before, his brain unable to catch up to what his body is doing. something glints in the moonlight, there in your stead, atop the plush green grass.

he crouches down, picking up the small photograph. the faded polaroid feels far heavier in his hand than he would think. a delicious shiver runs down suguru’s spine when he realizes his fingertips are touching where yours have touched. the bitterness that found its way in his mouth in the beginning washes away, leaving only a sickly sweet flavor that surrounds his mouth like pillowy cotton candy.

it’s one he hasn’t seen. you must’ve kept this with you all this time, he muses.

a photo, a candid, of him.

the pink sakura petals offered up a beautiful backdrop after a mission you two took in kyoto. back then, his smile was genuine & unbelievably wide — pearly whites on display, his pierced cherry red lips matched the camellia red blush that painted his cheeks — no doubt from your flirtatious comments of his beauty. his eyes were squinted, a photo you took of him while mid-laugh. he pushed his bangs aside while speaking to you, wanting to give you his full attention. the promise ring on his finger glinted in the sunlight along with the silver hairpin you gifted him moments before you took the photo, its amethyst gem dangling above his bun. a beacon of light.

a sign of devotion, of unending love. a promise.

suguru’s heart feels a bit heavier than he would like it to, yet the soft smile that graces his features is the most genuine form of adoration he’s exhibited since his defection. inundated with grief, you still held on to him.

an anchor of your past. a plague of your present. a welcoming calamity of your future.

“you still love me too, huh?” he softly whispers into the night, a sad smile on his face.

he gazes up at the moon. it looks quite beautiful tonight. he silently hopes you’re staring at it too.

thinking of him the same way he’s thinking of you.

#geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #if it’s in a jjk au TRUST my readers will ALWAYS have heavenly restriction… it’s just so delicious coupled w suguru’s character arc #my writings #personal

[bby-deerling]

daydream believer (law x reader)

your last night with law before he leaves the crew in zou (been having brainworms about law not expecting to get out of dressrosa alive)

wc: 1.4k masterlist

cw: established relationship, suggestive content, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

tagging: @willowbelle @sanjisjuul @eelnoise @kaizokuniichan @risenwrites @ragethebunny @mirillua @sanjisprincesswifey @atanukileaf

A murky, dust-filled cloud had been continuously swirling around Law for months now, growing with intensity with each passing day.  Abandoning you in the dark, he’d pulled the wool over your eyes and procrastinated the inevitable for as long as possible, trying to avoid a break in his resolve due to emotional attachment; however, the chips were now set, the cards were drawn, and the Polar Tang was docking in Zou in the morning.

The only piece that remained was to tell you that he’s leaving.

“I’m leaving to take care of something on my own, and I most likely won’t make it back.” he says, carefully rehearsed, as if it were as mundane as asking for a cup of coffee in the morning; however, the tremble in his hand is impossible to miss as it grazes along your cheek, soft as a feather.

Law could have told you ages ago.  He could have mentioned it when the stress of his impending mission had started to manifest into irritability and frustration that could only be quelled by holding you tightly and burying his face in your hair.  He could have told you during any little moment over the past three years—he could have even given you a choice and told you before your feelings for him grew too deep, giving you the option to escape from the unknowing choice you had made to love him for a short while until he vaporized into a dwarf star.

But he was imperfect, and incapable of denying himself the selfish pleasure of loving you.  Like him, you were a chronic worrier, and the knowledge of his possible impending demise would have hung over your head in a dense, debilitating haze, worsening your already crippling insomnia—it would be cruel to tell you—at least that's what he had told himself.

“And you have to do this alone?  You’re certain that we can’t help you?” you ask, with less resistance than he’d expected; perhaps it was a side effect of the fact that he had put off looping you in on this until the eleventh hour, or more likely, that you simply trusted him enough to know that if he had gotten to this point, that he had exhausted and carefully thought through every possible option.

“I’m certain.” he replies firmly, the mere thought of Doflamingo getting his strings wrapped around any of his crewmembers—let alone you—making him internally shiver.

The emotions pooling in your eyes would be mistaken as dismay and defeat by anyone less attentive, but Law has studied each curve and twitch on your face enough times over to know you were filled with painful understanding.  You were practical, like him.  You knew he couldn’t risk any of you getting even a scratch on you for the sake of his own vengeance.

“Does anyone else know?” you ask, hastily wiping at the salty tears that form in the corners of your eyes.

“Bepo knows what he needs to.  That I’m dropping you guys off on his home island for safe keeping.  Penguin and Shachi know I’m leaving temporarily, and I’m telling the rest of the crew in the morning.” he says, his words once more feeling almost too practiced, a side effect of rehearsing this conversation in his mind countless times.

“So, they don’t know that you might not make it back.” you state quietly as you aim for clarification, averting your eyes from his, opting to draw circles along the tattoo that frames his chest.

Law takes a heavy inhale and swallows before replying.  “They might have assumed as much, but I’m only explicitly telling you. Because I trust you, and because—” he says, pausing to take another deep breath, taking in the courage to finish his thought.  “I have to tell someone, so that they can tell the rest of the crew that this was my decision and mine alone.  I don’t want them to think it’s their fault.” he says, his voice nearly trailing off into a whisper.

“But it is.  Because we’re not strong enough to protect you.” you insist, phrasing broken up by sobs catching in your throat.

“No, it’s not.  Don’t think about that right now.” he pleas in a hushed whisper, directed at both you and his own tumultuous state of mind.  Steady hands tip you over gently from your side onto your back, and he cages you in, leaving you helpless to the power of his gaze; many a time had you been pinned underneath him like a piece of prey to toy with, but this time, he simply wants to look at you between shaky and unsteady breaths.

“I love you so much.” he whispers, running his thumb across your bottom lip.  Such words were rarely spoken by him, saved for the dead of night where his mumbles can be smothered by the darkness that hangs inside his bedroom.

 Shivers run through his spine as you give him a teary-eyed smile and reply with a soft, broken “I love you, Law.”

The words are hauntingly familiar, but this time, he’s the one with the lipstick smeared across his face and cigarette between his teeth.

“I’ll try my best to be back in a couple of months—” he murmurs, unable to restrain himself from giving you a smidgen of false hope. “And in the meantime, I want you to not worry unless you hear the worst.” he continues as he traces the side of your cheek with his fingers, using the soothing cadence of his voice to mask the fact that he’s demanding an impossible task from you.  Always his steadfast willow branch, weathered by storms and bending ever so slightly past the limits of the tension he puts you through, you sigh and nod.

“Now, let me give you something to remember.” he says, low and gentle, and lacking the snark and teasing bite that normally saturated his tone while he picked you apart.  Each dusting of a touch along your skin conveyed that this was a reward, for taking this as well as you are, for promising to not fret too much while he’s gone, for putting up with him for all these years.

For loving him, without reservations, and with unwavering trust.

“Something to remember until you come back.” you whisper, a slight stubborn insistence clinging to your voice even as it wobbles in the space between you.

Law lets out a deep exhale.  “Until I come back.” he replies against your lips, too drunk on the tantalizing possibility of returning home alive to allow his mind to consider what such a promise might do to you, should the worst come to pass.  The tiny, slight hint of force behind your statement is enough to get him to tell you whatever you need to hear to feel better—you bend for him, constantly attentive to his whims and wishes, but he folds and snaps for you without fail, with such consistency that it frightens him to the core.

He would do nearly anything for you.

He would die for you.

It was a shame he had already long since committed to the likelihood of dying for revenge.  He wonders if you’ll grow to resent him for it.

Despite the hopeful sweet nothings that he lovingly coos into your ear, when the day breaks and the time comes to truly part, he chooses his words carefully, murmuring them softly as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheek for what he believes is the last time.  True to your word, you hold off on tears until he’s out of sight, playing his tantalizingly soothing reassurances in your mind like a comforting, deeply ingrained melody, though they lose their potency as time wears on, and your patience and sanity both begin to wear thin.  However, curious news of a certain unprecedented pirate alliance serves as a source of continued faith.

And, luckily for you, Law was unintentionally prophetic, returning in a couple months, just as promised.  After being smothered by Bepo, he does a quick headcount, briefly panicking as he realizes you’re missing, though his worry vaporizes once he turns his attention to a rustling noise nearby.  He repeats an inverse variation on his parting words when he sees you once more—though this time full of snark as he stifles a chuckle.  “You’re lucky I found you.” he teases, reaching out his hand to you.

Tripping over your own feet in an attempt to reach him before Bepo, you’d fallen flat on your face and entangled yourself in a bush.

#one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x you #law x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law #x reader #one piece fanfiction