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Love Begins
hello vonnie
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
cherry valley forever

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౨ৎ 𓂃 sol's love letters ˆ𐃷ˆ
nineteen, any pronouns, all-time uni student, multifandomer final boss, and professional sleeper!
"but they are not canon"
Do I look like I give a fuck
HIJO DE LA LUNA
valarr targaryen x reader
comparing valarr’s beauty to the moon while laying under the stars 𝜗ৎ
You couldn’t see him all day, and his presence haunted you like a ghost. The heat of the day had long since bled out of the red stone of King’s Landing, leaving only the cool breath of night and the silver sprawl of stars above the highest terrace of Maegor’s tower. It was a place few ventured, a forgotten lip of stone overlooking the sleeping city and the distant, black ribbon of the Blackwater bay.
Valarr found you there, exactly where he knew you would be.
You were seated on the edge, legs dangling over the void, head tilted back. He made no sound as he approached, but you felt him, the smell in the air, the warmth that seemed to radiate from his beautiful skin even in the chill.
“You’ll fall” he said quietly, lowering himself to sit beside you.
“Then I’ll fall into the sky” you replied without looking at him. “It seems softer than the ground.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, rare, for him. Valarr was not grim, precisely, but he carried his lineage with him. The firstborn son of the firstborn son. The weight of a crown that had not yet been placed. But here, with only the stars to witness, some of that tension flew from his back.
You turned your gaze from the heavens to his face. In the moonlight, his silver streak looked almost white, a pale river spilling over his brow. His eyes, mismatched colors of old Valyria, reflected the sky above, twin fragments of a forgotten dream.
“Do you know what you remind me of?” you asked.
“A dragon? ”he said, teasingly. “Or perhaps a particularly handsome ruin.”
“The moon” you said, ignoring his self-deprecation.
That startled a genuine blink from him. “The moon is cold. Barren.”
“No” you said softly, shaking your head. “The moon is the most faithful thing in the sky. The sun burns too bright, it devours everything it touches. But the moon… the moon just shines gracefully. It even pulls the tides without ever asking for thanks.”
Valarr was very still. The easy rhythm of his breathing seemed to pause.
You lifted a hand, not touching his cheek, letting your fingers hover along the line of his jaw. “The moon takes the light of a distant sun and makes it gentle enough for lovers to see by. It doesn’t need to be the source to be beautiful.”
He caught your wrist, slowly encircling his fingers around the bone. “And what happens to the moon when the sun rises?” His voice had dropped, rough at the edges.
“It stays” you said simply. “It’s still there. You just can’t see it for a while. But it never leaves.”
He had no words. He looked to fragile, almost like a child. His eyes lit up and his heart was beating fast. No one ever said such beautiful words in his presence, much less about him. A pity it was, that you weren’t his wife.
“You’re going to ruin me” he mumbled with a breath he had been holding.
“We’re both ruined”
The space between you was nothing, a heartbeat, the span of a single unspoken word. He closed it. His lips found yours gently. It was a little wet, a little clumsy, but it was utterly beautiful.
When you parted, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the faint flutter of his pulse where your fingers had finally settled against his hand.
“Stay with me” he said, as a few tears started rolling down his cheeks.
It was a view of the old songs and beautiful glass windows from castles. No perfectly sewn tapestry could compare to the moonlight reflecting the tears of the prince in front of you.
You cleaned his tears with your hands, kissing the tip os his nose and leaving a small peck on his lips.
“I’ll stay”
the sweetest to ever exist i #love him so much 🥹
DUNCAN WHO FUCKS YOU IN A HEADLOCK
ooo this gentle giant … gimme that cookie right now
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, m’lady. so fucking sorry.”
the position dunk had you in was brutalizing, your hands clawing at his forearm as he held you in a headlock, his other arm splayed across your stomach, pushing your back into his front. you both were kneeled on his bedroll, the fire light dancing across tree bark and soft grass as your moans echoed throughout the air.
duncan had pounced on you the second you came back from cleaning off in the stream, a little shy in the fact he watched the water trickle down your breasts as you washed yourself, yet unabashed in the way he fucked you relentless. his oversized cock split you in a half, each rut of his hips leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess.
“o-oh god,” you cried, dunk’s hold getting softer as gasps of air spit from your lips. all though he couldn’t help his desires, this was still dunk — your dunk, and he would never hurt you.
breath tickling your neck, duncan’s moans were loud in your ear, the sounds of his pleasure stirring you on further. you loved the way he fell apart, each fibre of his being submitting to you as he made his only goal to make you feel good.
“i swear on my honour,” dunk whispered, his voice coarse with pleasure. “that i will never hurt you. you’re my girl, okay? remember that.”
#please
⡴ utterly whipped gojo with a girl who’s just using him for dick slowly warming up to him ⡴ 0.5k words
“you’re really gonna make me leave baby?” he’s frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as you’re actively trying to shove him out. “i brought flowers.” he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.
“yes, i am.” you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know you’ll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes you’ll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. “i’m not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i don’t need you all fawny over me. now leave.”
his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.
“so you’re just using me for my body?” he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. he’ll leave eventually.
“you’re a great person ,” you feel like you’ve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. “but i can’t deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, bills—”
“i can pay them!” he suggests, perking up like that’s the only word he heard. “or you could move in with me!” he’s back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.
“that’s not it, gojo—”
“i love you,” he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. “i can wait, sweetheart! i can—i really can!” he’s like a child trying to convince their mother they won’t act too crazy on sugar.
he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.
“i-i can buy you anything. my friends would love you—especially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long ago—” you start to drown him out.
“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”
“gojo,” he looks disappointed already, like he’s anticipating a terrible answer. “come here.” you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. “go home.” you deadpan.
and best believe he’s showing up at your door the next evening awaiting another one.
pathetic gojo yes…good soup…
Clandestine Meetings
Aerion Targaryen x wife!reader - A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Summary: Aerion's lady wife keeps sneaking out of their bedchamber at night. Aerion is determined to find out why. Can be read as a oneshot. Can be read as a chapter in Growing Strong series. Set after Growing Familiar but before Deep in the Meadow.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ p in v, unprotected sex, obsessive behavior, breeding kink, power imbalance, talks about killing, Aerion has insane ideas. Dual pov?
The first months of your marriage to Aerion Targaryen, he bedded you every night without fail. It did not matter if you were tired from a day of riding or bored from hours of needlework or still irritated from some sharp word he had thrown at you over dinner. It did not matter if you drifted off before he even finished unlacing his breeches. Aerion Targaryen took what he wanted, and what he wanted, night after night, was you.
The first time you fell asleep before he came to bed, exhausted from a long day of travel, your body aching from the saddle, you woke to the feeling of his hands on your thighs, pushing your nightdress up to your waist. The room was dark, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth, and his silver hair gleamed like moonlight as he knelt between your legs.
"Aerion," you mumbled, still half-asleep. "What are you..."
"Hush." His fingers found your center, stroking with practiced patience. "Go back to sleep if you like. I will be quick."
You did not go back to sleep. You could not. His touch was too skilled, too knowing, drawing moisture from your body despite your exhaustion. When he finally pushed inside you, your back arched off bed and a broken moan escaped your lips.
i love them your honor :’)
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dark valarr would worship reader while fucking, like missionary while looking into her eyes and whispering to her would be his favourite, but i see him also placing his hand on the back of her neck like he usually does and even (gently) wrap his hand around to front of her throat in pure ownership. and i bet he’d thoroughly enjoy headlocking her in probe bone and seeing her try to get away from him and pulling her back into him (i saw a tiktok saying men enjoy that position more especially when they see the girl clawing at the sheets cuz it awakens something feral in them lmao). ah i can’t get enough of that problematic man
oh man....
***warning filthy smut***
i #love him so much
MODERN!AERION with a sweet gf .ᐟ
MODERN!AERION is perpetually annoyed by his surroundings and the people. Everyone is inferior to him. But you? He finds a special comfort with you. He doesn’t need to be the cruel son, he can just be Aerion. And you’re the only person who doesn’t think he’s a monster. (He is)
MODERN!AERION gets annoyed on how sweet!reader is the kind of girl who compliments strangers’ earrings, and somehow knows everyone’s birthday.
MODERN!AERION who’s just infuriated at you for being like this. “How dare she be so relentlessly happy in his presence? Doesn’t she know the world is cruel, ugly, and unworthy of her optimism?” He pretends to hate your cheerfulness, but he finds himself orbiting you anyway. He’ll show up at your study group, mock all of your friends, and somehow stay the entire time.
“You’re staying? I thought you hated group work.”
“I do. But you’d get distracted and forget half your notes.”
“So you’re my babysitter now?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
come home aerion, i can fix you too!!
HOUSE RULES⠀─── ⠀Your daughter's friend always heard from her that her parents are disgustingly in love. She doubts it after watching you and Sukuna interacting.
The girl had heard many stories about her friend’s parents.
“You don’t understand,” she had said more than a million times, “my parents are, like, disgustingly in love. It’s embarrassing.”
She had expected something cringey. Kisses in the kitchen. Maybe matching mugs. Some middle-aged couple nonsense. Something wholesome, like in one of those old movies.
She hadn’t expected… this.
She stood awkwardly near the front door, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She felt slightly suffocated, as if the walls had eyes and all of them were staring at her.
A deep voice echoed through the house and she swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen, where her friend was calmly chewing her toast as if it were just another normal day.
“Are you blind?” Ryomen cleared his throat, one hand on his hip and the other lifting a small yogurt bottle to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his wife. “That’s not how you cut them.”
that’s my type of flirting YUP
no warnings spiderman!yuji loves to swing around! (you don’t)
“yuji, are you sure this is a good idea?”
when the boy first suggested to take you on a little swing through new york, you had agreed. it seemed like something you had to do at least once—i mean, not everyone has spider-man as their boyfriend! it seemed fun even.
now, perched on top of the empire state building with nothing but emptiness at your feet and trust in yuji in your heart, it seems like a not so fun thing to do.
yuji seems relaxed and confident, as always. he’s just smiling at you and so obviously trying not to laugh at your visibly distraught face.
“don’t worry,” he says with an infuriating big grin considering the circumstances, “the hardest part is jumping.”
which, yes you can understand. still not reassuring enough. a part of you wants to do it. the other part, however, is scared shitless. you look down, nearly throw up, stumble backwards straight into yuji’s arms. he looks down at you, eyes full of mischief, and that’s when you understand you shouldn’t have went into his arms.
“maybe you need some help,” he trails off. you say the first half of his name in a warning tone but too late, he’s already jump off the building with you in his arms.
you shut your eyes tight and cling to him like a koala, while he’s just laughing and telling you to look at random things—the audacity! you utter weak threats in his ear through gritted teeth (in case you actually throw up) and crack one eye open. you close it back immediately. then you do it again, both eyes this time. everything is a bit blurry but you manage to see a part of new york sprawled out under you.
it’s beautiful, of course, but you’re very high in the sky. you close your eyes again, and this time yuji swings to a building and gently lets you go once you have both feet on a hard surface again. your legs are wobbly but you manage to glare at him in between deep breaths.
“i’ll kill you right now,” you huff, and he simply laughs once more, wrapping his arms around you.
“aw, come on baby,” he hums, pressing a kiss on your temple. “wasn’t it amazing?”
“it was awful.”
he snorts, fondly shaking his head. “maybe we should do it again soon, then, so you can see how cool it really is.”
you glare at him again, and he mutters a little “fair enough,” with a laugh before kissing your cheek. he’ll try again maybe. or maybe not. maybe he’ll just walk with you. and buy you flowers for forgiveness.
one thing is certain, having spider-man as your boyfriend is cool, but having yuji as your boyfriend is cooler!
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no warnings spiderman!yuji loves to swing around! (you don’t)
“yuji, are you sure this is a good idea?”
when the boy first suggested to take you on a little swing through new york, you had agreed. it seemed like something you had to do at least once—i mean, not everyone has spider-man as their boyfriend! it seemed fun even.
now, perched on top of the empire state building with nothing but emptiness at your feet and trust in yuji in your heart, it seems like a not so fun thing to do.
yuji seems relaxed and confident, as always. he’s just smiling at you and so obviously trying not to laugh at your visibly distraught face.
“don’t worry,” he says with an infuriating big grin considering the circumstances, “the hardest part is jumping.”
which, yes you can understand. still not reassuring enough. a part of you wants to do it. the other part, however, is scared shitless. you look down, nearly throw up, stumble backwards straight into yuji’s arms. he looks down at you, eyes full of mischief, and that’s when you understand you shouldn’t have went into his arms.
“maybe you need some help,” he trails off. you say the first half of his name in a warning tone but too late, he’s already jump off the building with you in his arms.
you shut your eyes tight and cling to him like a koala, while he’s just laughing and telling you to look at random things—the audacity! you utter weak threats in his ear through gritted teeth (in case you actually throw up) and crack one eye open. you close it back immediately. then you do it again, both eyes this time. everything is a bit blurry but you manage to see a part of new york sprawled out under you.
it’s beautiful, of course, but you’re very high in the sky. you close your eyes again, and this time yuji swings to a building and gently lets you go once you have both feet on a hard surface again. your legs are wobbly but you manage to glare at him in between deep breaths.
“i’ll kill you right now,” you huff, and he simply laughs once more, wrapping his arms around you.
“aw, come on baby,” he hums, pressing a kiss on your temple. “wasn’t it amazing?”
“it was awful.”
he snorts, fondly shaking his head. “maybe we should do it again soon, then, so you can see how cool it really is.”
you glare at him again, and he mutters a little “fair enough,” with a laugh before kissing your cheek. he’ll try again maybe. or maybe not. maybe he’ll just walk with you. and buy you flowers for forgiveness.
one thing is certain, having spider-man as your boyfriend is cool, but having yuji as your boyfriend is cooler!
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ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.
ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.
alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.
alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.
alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.
alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them
alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.
alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.
alt geto come home the kids miss u
[08:03 am]
you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly
“morning’, mommy!” he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.
“mmm, good morning, baby” you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, “you are up early today,”
“yeah! i dreamed about you!” he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap
“yeah? about what?”
before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.
“s’too fucking early for this,” your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.
you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dad’s bad word. “ryo! language,” you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.
“brat’s old enough, don’t you think?” sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.
“yeah, mommy! i’m a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!” your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up
sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.
“go back to sleep, brat. it’s saturday and too early to be up,” he says, his big hand covers his son’s face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his father’s grip.
“dad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!” he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.
“later, let your mom rest,” sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, “come here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,”
you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.
closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.
a/n: wanna see what was yuuji's dream? here !
soft domestic life w sukuna save me…save soft domestic life w sukuna
☀︎ SATORU GOJO is the only person who could fuck you mid-argument.
i mean, one moment, you're complaining about how close he was to a girl today.
something about how he let her flirt with him 'without having the decency and respect' to tell her that he was beautifully taken by a beautiful girl.
something about how you always (not true) have to tell girls that your precious boyfriend is taken while he sits there and does nothing (also not true).
another moment, you're bent over, trying to whine about how much of a piece of shit he is while he dicks you down, half apologetic, half amused. amused at the fact that you even had the courage to talk to him the way you had.
"sorry, baby," he says, but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the pussy he was submured in, because hell, it was definitely talking to him. "'m really sorry... 'kay?"
he's whispering in your ear, but you can't seem to comprehend a word he's saying. the dick's too good.
he grabs your jaw with one hand, and grips the sheets with another, his chest warm against your back.
every thrust forces a moan from your throat, but you can't quite talk.
not like he wanted you to, anyway. you'd done enough of that.
"i didn't mean to make you jealous, baby," his brows furrow as he looks down at you with those blue eyes that you love so fucking much. "you're– you're the best, i swear, my– fuckkk,"
he pushes his upper half away from you, letting go of your jaw and moving his large hands down to your ass.
squeezing it, his thrusts slow down, and it makes him smirk.
the sight of his dick easingggg in and out of you? he loves that shit.
you? you're still whining and trying your best to shit-talk. satoru knows you can't. you never can when he's fucking you this good.
and there's never a time where he's not fucking you this good.
"f–fuck you," you finally push out, knuckles aching from the grip you had on the sheets.
"you can, baby," he grins, moving a hand up your back. "i promise, only you can." he almost whispers, but he knows you can hear it.
it only makes you wetter.
oh i KNOW dada
18+ frat!sukuna is a piece of shit!
sukuna is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. he’s nice and sweet to you, doesn’t really care about anyone else, and always makes you feel like the most beautiful and loved girl on earth. most people wouldn’t believe, considering how he scowls anytime he sees someone — which is all day — and glares at anyone that comes talking to him and is not his friend.
but, sukuna is truly a sweet guy, when you’re together in your room or his. the scowl melts away, the glare morphs into warm, loving eyes, and he even happens to laugh sometimes!
yes, sukuna is a good, kind boyfriend.
except when he wants to fuck you. he makes you a whiny, trembling mess before he even thinks of sinking into your warmth, and mocks you all the while.
“aww is the poor baby too tired already?” or “damn, and here i thought you could keep up with me…” and you’re left to shake your head energetically and cling to his arms while repeating that you can, of course you can, you just need him so bad!
it makes him really happy to see you like that, so different from the usual composition you have at college. it makes something quite possessive flare in him, to know he’s the only one who gets to see you letting loose this way.
that’s usually when he enters you, groaning as your cunt sucks him in eagerly.
you moan softly in relief, nails sinking in the meat of his arms, before remembering that he’s mean when he’s into you too!
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18+ hair pulling makes izuku feral!
izuku loves when you pull his hair.
feeling your needy hands in his hair, your body arching against his, hearing soft sighs escaping your lips…it all makes him feel so good, so feral.
it’s like a button was pushed deep in his mind (or down in his cock) that immediately makes him needier but also so so determined to go harder.
he has no excuses really, he just want more hair pulling, more of the sharp sting that turns into waves of pleasure, more, more, more!
you found out really early about this little thing, how he’s always shivering when your fingers thread in his hair, and downright whining when you pull hard enough.
so naturally, you use this knowledge at your advantage, even outside the bedroom. want something? your hand goes in his hair while you ask, fingers playing with his curls; you’re sure he’ll say yes. want a little foreplay in public? hair pulling, only lightly, until his cheeks are flushed and he can’t really breathe anymore. hair pulling became a way to tease him and to turn things in your advantage, you just need to be ready for what’s coming after.
and truthfully, izuku is right where he wants to be!
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