#rei writes

[pichichuu]

choso is just so desperate during sex. he doesn't have years of knowledge, much less experience, as your previous partners. although by now you've fucked countless times, he can't help but get lost in how your pussy feels soooo gooood.

of course, this is where he finds himself now; thick cock buried in your glittering pussy to the hilt, heavy balls hitting hard against the sensitive spot between the bottom of your slit and the curve of your ass, both of your heads lolled back as he drove his hips into yours in short, uneven strokes. his hips stagger almost as much as the begs and praises stumbling from his pussydrunk mind.

"s-so good– s' t-tight n' wet n' -hah! sh- squeezin' me shoo good" his eyes were torn between your beautiful, blown-out expression and his cream-coated length disappearing into your dripping cunt. "wan- wanna be in you forever-r-r" he sobs, unintentionally punctuating the last word with sloppy thrusts.

his thick hands splay across the meat of your thighs as your knees flop straight, his grip pushing you spread eagle, hips never slowing. he leans forward, the new angle sending waves of pleasure down your spine and making you shake.

he dips his head into the crook of your neck as his cock begins to twitch, orgasm imminent. your broken moans mix with his, the lewd sounds of his thrusts ringing throughout the room.

you feel him throb in you, thrusts getting sloppier as his lips graze against your earlobe. "c-cummminggg– ngh"

"thankyouthankyouthank-kk-youuu" he stammers, cumming hard inside of you.

he collapses on you, breaths short and heavy. his tongue swipes across your neck, kissing and biting the skin as he catches his breath. he pulls out, still half-hard, and slides himself down between your trembling thighs. your eyes meet his, peering up from behind your puffy pussy, his tongue painting hearts on your swollen clit.

batting his dewy eyelashes, he calls out to you in the sweetest voice.

"can i eat her now, baby?"

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[ryulshot4sho]

"He runs his mouth too much."

(NSFW/MDNI)

pairing: fwb ryul x f!reader

notes: smut, p in v, missionary sex, both of y'all lowkey and secretly like each other, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, ryul likes to tease, use of y/n

"Hah... Ryul..."

You whimpered out softly as Ryul's tongue came in contact with your slick folds, eating you out like a starved man. His mouth sucked and gently biting your clit while humming softly. The vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Instinctively, your hands fly to his hair, gripping and slightly pulling his locks. Ryul smirked slowly, you were so sensitive, and he loves it.

"You're extra sensitive today. Did you miss me that much?"

He couldn't help it, he loved teasing you. Loves seeing that small scowl on your flushed face while still pulling him closer. You almost scoffed at his words and was about to cuss him out, but you were cut off by Ryul shoving his two fingers in your tight cunt.

"Ahhh-! Fuck...!"

You cried out, throwing your head back as it softly hits the headboard. You can feel his lips still grinning against your clit as he pumped his fingers deep inside you.

"You like that huh y/n? You like me eating you out while my fingers are inside you? You're such a pervert."

Ryul laughed softly, tongue swirling against your sensitive bud while he pushed his fingers in and out of your wet cunt in a relentless pace. God, how your pride had to hold you back from coming so soon because of his taunting words. The sounds of squelching, your moans, and his occasional chuckles filled the bedroom. You can almost feel it steaming in here.

"Why are you holding back? Do you not wanna come? Are you embarrassed?"

With that, he raised his head and quickened the pace of his fingers. Curling them just right as the tips of them slamming against your g-spot. Your eyes widened and you let out a loud moan that was music to his ears.

"OH-! Shit! Ryul you b-bastard... Slow fucking down...! Awh~!"

A wide grin appeared on Ryul's face, he was enjoying this. He watched your flushed face, he always thought you were so fucking pretty. Falling apart because of him, it turns him on even more. The hot sounds that come out of your mouth, it sent jolts of lust right to his cock that was painfully straining against his boxers. Ryul can just come in them watching you like this.

Soon enough, you couldn't hold back anymore. Your eyes rolled backward as you came from Ryul's fingers, letting out a silent scream. He could feel warm liquid of yours soaking his fingers. You could technically feel the desire radiating off of him. Ryul watched your tight hole pulse around his fingers with narrowed eyes. Like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Slowly, he pulled out and let you catch your breath.

"Damn, you're so damn hot y/n. I almost came in my boxers just from this."

He stared down at you before looking down at his very visible boner. Ryul laughed and slowly pulled the waistband of his boxers. His dick instantly springing out, slapping against his abs.

"But we're not done yet. You promised me I can cum inside this time..."

You groaned, but you didn't protest. Just covered your face with one of your hands. But you peeked and stared at his thick shaft. You knew he was big, I mean y'all both fucked a thousand times but you still get overwhelmed by his size. He could practically rearrange your guts if he wanted to.

"Just... Hurry up already..."

Ryul smirked at your demand and lined himself up towards your entrance. He was holding himself back from just shoving his cock into your cunt and fuck you to oblivion like a feral beast in heat.

"Impatient are we?"

Both of his large hands rested beside your head as he slowly pushed the thick head of his dick in. You let out a loud exhale, trying to compose yourself. Ryul groaned at how tight you are, your entrance was squeezing down on his tip.

"You feel so fucking good..."

Before you can say anything, he suddenly slammed his entire length inside of you, earning a nasty ass scream from you. His cock buried in the hilt, so deep it was hitting your cervix.

"AHH~ Fuuuccckk...!"

Your insides were squeezing him so good and tightly. Ryul's eyes rolled back at the extreme pleasure. He couldn't contain himself, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. After a few seconds, he started moving, slow and deep, like he's trying to hold himself back from going insane.

"Mmph... Your insides are squeezing me so damn well y/n... It wants my dick so bad..."

He stared down at your face, his gaze lingering on your lips. Your face was red, your breathing was uneven and heavy, your moans and whimpers blessing his ears, and your eyes were slowly looking at him with annoyance and lust. That defiant look on your eyes made Ryul just snap. His pace suddenly quickened and turned brutal. Slamming against your cervix each time like he's trying to tear through. You let out a high pitched moan every time he hit the right spot.

"Ohh~ Ahh-! R-Ryul you're too fu-fucking deep! Ahhh! Slow down~!"

Despite your protests, you pulled him closer, your hands scratching his back that would for sure leave marks. Ryul didn't slow down, instead he chuckled, his breathing ragged. The pace didn't slow down one bit, drilling his cock inside your cunt with no mercy. He wanted to ruin you, wanted to make you scream his name, wanted you to be his.

"Hell yeah-! You're mine... This fucking pussy is mine-! Gonna fuck you so hard... Do you like this y/n? Does my cock satisfy you? No one else can ruin you like this other than me..."

He spilled all the filthy thoughts he can think of. That was it, those words made your back arch as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Clenching around his shaft tightly as you let out a broken moan.

"Agh... Ryul... Too good-"

You were trembling in overstimulation, breathing hard and trying to catch your breath again. You couldn't even take a rest for more than 10 seconds before Ryul started moving again. Ramming in your pussy impatiently, his large and thick length was filling every inch of you.

"I need to- cum... I'm sorry... You feel too amazing- Your cunt is amazing-! I love you so fucking much y/n..."

You needed him to shut up, anything, find anything to shut him up. You didn't wanna come so embarrassingly soon again because of his nasty words. Suddenly, you grabbed the back of his head and slammed your lips against his. Ryul's pace halted, his eyes widened like saucers, like a miracle was happening to him. But then, he slowly melted into it, clasping the sides of your head as he deepened the kiss. Ryul forced his tongue past your lips and they tangled with yours. He gradually started moving again, but this time, more intimate. He didn't stop kissing you, only breaking it to breathe before diving back in again. Your hands were locked in his hair as you let out muffled whimpers.

Then, Ryul pulled away and you involuntarily whined, already missing his lips on yours. His dick slowly moving forward and back in your pussy. Your hands came up again to cover your face and mouth to muffle your short whimpers Ryul came down to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his torso on yours while staring at your face.

“y/n… Look at me.. I wanna come while seeing your face…”

Gently, his free hand grabbed your wrists and took them off your face, staring at you as his hips kept moving. You wanted to pushed his face away and just flip him off, but his handsome face just stopped you. You don’t know why that held you back. Instead, you just put a small scowl on and stared at him as well. Your moans and his groans were all you can hear. Ryul picked up the speed again, your whimpers and moans got louder, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His balls slapping against your ass each time his dick hits deeply inside of you. You were soon nearing your climax and him as well.

“Ryul-! M’gonna come…! Again… Ahh~”

Ryul groaned loudly and kept slamming his cock quickly inside your wet cunt.

“You’re gonna come? Alright… I’ll come with you princess…”

He raised himself up and grabbed your thighs, pulling you down onto his shaft. Ryul’s movements turned sloppy and uneven as his thick cock stretched you out. You were letting out loud moans every time he buried himself balls deep inside of you. After a few more, deep, brutal, and hard thrusts, orgasm both hit you like a train. Ryul shamelessly let out loud, guttural groaned. Your tight cunt clenching around his length as he pumped loads hot seed in you.

“Fuuckk… Ahh..! Shit… y/n..”

Your hands gripped the bed sheets as you both tried to catch your breath. Slowly, he pulled his dick out, pulling you closer so he can watch his cum drip out your hole. Ryul ran his pointer finger down your slick folds, pushing it back in so no more can escape.

“You’re so fucking beautiful y/n… Your pussy all filled up by me… You love it don’t you?

With that, you weakly kicked him off with a groan and sat up, scowling at his teasing words but you can’t hide the small blush on your face.

“Just shut up already, you talk too much.”

Ryul just laughed quietly and watch you sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly, he came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips came down and started peppering kisses on your shoulders.

“You’re blushing though.”

You gritted your teeth and pushed his face away. But you knew he was right so you didn’t say anything. Ryul smiled and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

“Just one more round y/n… Please…?”

Typical, one round isn’t enough to satisfy him. You scoffed but didn’t push him away this time. Your hand just came up to his hair and ruffled it slightly.

“…Fine.”

[reineyday]

“My brother's mace, most like,” Baelor replies, eyes still closed. But then he leans in toward Raymun and opens them again so he can look at the lad with a pride that sits familiarly on his face, mouth tipping up into an amiable smile as he continues, as if sharing an open secret, “He’s strong.” And he chuckles, too.

There’s a simple delight there—a brightness in his mismatched eyes where they meet Raymun’s from under the cracked visor of his borrowed helm. It’s the expression of a loving older brother that has definitely bragged about this before, to their parents and other brothers, to nobles in a tourney’s royal box, to sparring knights in several training yards, to soldiers around a campfire after a day of fighting a war. My brother is strong. An inarguable truth, personally experienced; an honest smile to accompany the out-of-pocket boast. Countless memories of reveling in their ability to meet one another physically, to harm as much as to hold. To leave wounds and scars, to manhandle one another. The fun that comes with it, and the joy of being moved so literally—the deep pleasure of having a brother like Maekar, who can move him.

Baelor is playful in this moment, the helm still tight on his head, talking about his baby brother to the young Ser Fossoway. And he radiates the plain happiness of knowing his Maekar grew up so demonstrably, undeniably, wonderfully strong.

(more thoughts on this moment!)

[tsxkishimx]

Sleeping on the floor (Aomine Daiki)

Notes: f!implied reader, one bed trope, university!au wc: 1.1k (I got carried away even though I'm not super happy about this)

Touou University had organised a game against University of Yousen. You usually didn’t mind, with Momoi always there to help you. However, Momoi had called in sick today, meaning that you had to travel to Akita with no support. And what’s worse, there was no one capable of keeping Aomine in check. This was going to be hard.

You should’ve known how badly this trip would go from the first minute of the day. You had to wake up at 4am to get to the coach at 5am. At least you got to have a seat alone, hoping to catch some sleep. Of course, Imayoshi had other thoughts. He seemingly has a talent for deciding to ask you a question right as you’re finally starting to fall asleep, not reacting to the little glares you shoot him every few minutes.

He finally gets the hint and you manage to get a bit of shut-eye, although 2 hours out of an 8 hour trip is far from enough. You awaken as the coach pulls into the parking lot of your hotel, getting up to start getting all the equipment out.

You notice that Aomine has already wandered into the hotel, not bothering to even grab his own bag and you scoff, what a dick. At least Sakurai is here to help you carry the bags.

You start to head in to the hotel before Imayoshi pulls you to the side, “Hey, have you looked at the room allocations yet?”

“No, but I assume I’m alone, right?”

“Well yeah, you were supposed to be rooming with Momoi but since she’s not here, you should have an extra bed in your room.”

“There's more isn't there?”

“Uh, well…” Imayoshi hesitates, he never hesitates, something’s wrong.

“Spill,” you sigh.

“We were supposed to have 3 guys in a room for 2 and now that you have an extra bed we were hoping you’d be okay sharing a room with Sakurai.”

You rub a hand on your face. Things start adding up, you’re sure Imayoshi kept you up in the coach so that you’d be too tired to think properly, “Ugh, fine.”

Imayoshi smiles, “Thanks, you’re the best!” and runs inside the hotel.

At least Sakurai is pretty discrete, you’re sure it won’t be too bad rooming with him.

~

Practice is over for the day and you can’t wait to finally get to your room and sleep. Today has been long and all you want to do is collapse into bed. Sure, sharing a room with Sakurai isn’t the best but, right now, you couldn’t care less.

The doors to the elevator open and you look for your room number. You open the door and drop your bag in surprise. Aomine Daiki is sat on the only bed in the room, reading one of his stupid magazines.

“Aomine? What are you doing here?”

“Reading.”

You groan, this is absolutely not what you wanted, “I’m serious, how did you get into my room.”

He flashes a key dangling from his finger, “Our room.”

“What?”

He puts sets his magazine on his lap, “Our room.”

You resist the urge to punch him, “Listen, Aomine. I’ve had a long day, I’m tired and all I want to do is sleep. So please, please get out of my room.”

“So what, you’re going to share a bed with Sakurai?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

“I’ve crossed it for you, I swapped with Sakurai, roomie.” He doesn’t admit that Wakamatsu didn’t want to share a room with him and the only person willing to swap with him was Sakurai, sweet and quiet Sakurai.

You’re speechless, “Wha- why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t care.”

You’re going to kill him. No, you need your best player, you can't kill him. You sigh, knowing that you’re not winning this, “Fine. But you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“I’m already in bed. Plus I don’t think it’s a good idea to make your best player sleep on the floor.”

He’s not wrong, you won’t admit that, “You sleep on the roof of university buildings all the time.”

“I nap, there’s a difference.”

Your eye twitches, “Okay,” you say through gritted teeth, “I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Can’t let you do that, Satsuki would kill me.”

“Then what do you expect me to do!” You exclaim, frustrated.

“It’s pretty obvious,” you raise your brows questioningly and he continues, “We share the bed.”

You open your mouth, and close it again. There’s no winning with Aomine Daiki, you need to remember that, “Fine, but I’m making a pillow barrier.”

He laughs, and you hate how much you enjoy it, “Sure.”

You angrily stomp to the bathroom to get ready.

~

When you get out of the bathroom, Aomine is changed into a sleeveless tank and a pair of basketball shorts. You snort, the man does not know how to dress any other way, even when going to sleep. You see him look you up and down but you ignore it, moving to your side of the bed.

You set up the pillow barrier and he starts snickering, “Stop laughing,” you scold.

“No can do, this is so dramatic.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Aomine Daiki, I am absolutely shattered and if I don’t get a good night’s sleep tonight I may just kill our entire team so if you,” you poke a finger to his chest, “would kindly not annoy me tonight, it would be much appreciated.”

He smirks, nodding. You smile in relief, lying down, back to him, and prepare yourself for some well-deserved sleep.

~

You’re woken up by soft snore. You keep your eyes closed in the hopes of going to back to sleep. However, you’re bothered when your pillow moves up and down, in sync with the snores. As you become more conscious of your sensations, you feel a heavy weight across your lower back, it feels good, safe. Your eyes open and you realise what’s going on. You’re cuddling. You’re cuddling with Aomine Daiki. Shit. You shoot, up, getting off him and feeling his hand slip off you.

He groans, arm wrapping back around you and pulling you back down, “Stop wriggling,” his voice is raspy in the morning and you quickly shut down the thought of waking up to this every morning.

“Aomine, what are you doing?” You say, trying to keep a blush at bay.

“You cuddled into me in the middle of the night, I’m just getting some sleep.”

Well, the blush is definitely not going away now. You move to get up again and he sighs, “This is such a bother, just stay here a little longer.”

You concede, lying back down into him, “Fine, but only if you start during this game.”

He laughs, “Sneaky, but okay.”

The grin at your win quickly drops when you feel his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, “Wha-?”

“Don’t say anything.”

“O-okay, Aomine.”

“Daiki,” he says.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daiki. Please.”

The blush comes back, “Okay, Daiki.”

You feel him smile against the crown of your head before pressing another kiss. You could get used to this.

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[pe-arls]

Naoi rei

( ๑ ´` ๑ ) ive 09 lockscreens, not repost.

♡'조용한 : algumas das bios/locs foram feitas por : @baenuit, @s-eokie e @snowithv

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

A Helping Hand by Zuesue

#domestic fluff #dnb After receiving impossible help from an unknown stranger, Technoblade searches for this unlikely ally to repay their kindness.

My work for @fairytalesfromthesmp! Thank you for this lovely prompt; I had a lot of fun with it.

Also, thank you to @day-mark and @caffe1ne for making such incredible art for this story! They made such beautiful art you can find here and here. You two were incredible to work with, and I'm forever indebted to your kindness :)

[poisonedfate]

craziest ideas always hit you right before falling asleep

[meepwrites]

Who’d want to be called a Black ? - A Jegulily short fic, sort of..

In an alternate universe Sirius Black marries Remus Lupin. Becoming Sirius Lupin and never lets the man or anyone call him anything else ever again.

In an even alternative Universe Regulus Black pulls the same thing on one Lily Evans and James Potter once they marry him, a quiet

‘Call me that again.’

While his lovers halt their chatter and share a look and while James seems utterly confused, Lily smiles softly and practically coos at him.

‘Regulus Potter.’

‘Fully.’

Regulus says not looking at either of them and James figures it out now too, a hand on his shoulder and Regulus swears he can feel the bright beams of his smile even if he doesn’t see it - it’s in his voice.

“Regulus Arcturus Evans Potter.”

Regulus insisted on taking both of their names, though officially they are all known by the last name of Potter and things have just never felt so right in the world.

Now, lets roll this tape back to the beginning and talk about how I think both Black brothers love nothing more than to have been able to toss their old name away and take on the ones of those who have chosen to love them despite it all and who have taught them what love actually was always supposed to be.

Which is why Regulus insisted on honouring both the last name ‘Evans’ and the last name ‘Potter.’

Even if Lily had looked at him softly and told him that she would be a Potter too so there was no use to taking both, Regulus refused to budge and I don’t know how he would communicate it but I think he would also somehow get across that he knows some deep part of Lily wishes she could keep the name - not in the way that implies James is forcing his on her, because god forbid but in the way of, if only things had gone better with her family she would have - in a different world so Regulus will take it, he is willing to carry it for her because unlike she, he associates nothing but warmth and her with the last name Evans. Same way he does James and Love to the last name Potter.

But while I do think the change of names and the severing of ties means all the world to both of them - I also think that Regulus probably had a lot of harder time throwing his away than Sirius ever did.

Sirius being Sirius did it without hesitation, the moment he married there was no questions, not when he’d thrown the name ‘Lupin’ around from the moment him and Remus had began dating.

But for Regulus, it was a question, the name engraved so far into his skin he was unsure he could ever let it go and erase himself from his family tree, his blood-tie completely.

And that had certainly warranted several talks and yet still, the first time Regulus gets called “Regulus Potter” it isn’f even officially, it isn’t on a wedding day or after or whatever :

It’s on a quiet night he spends with his lovers in James’s room where Lily and James are quarreling lightly for James has been pestering him about how much he will simply love the change of last names and he should trust his guts on the matter or just simply asking him what he wants because James would love for a decision to be made, he’s always been not so patient and Lily rounded on him after a while to give Regulus the time he needs to decide and that James shouldn’t insist simply because (and they all know this is the case) he’d clearly love for both of them to flaunt his last name around, the idea has simply always made James’s heart soar higher than anything and now that Remus and Sirius are married he just wants, he wants these people he’s loved so deeply to be his.

And while Lily quarrels, James boasts that Lily doesn’t mind being ‘Lily Potter.’

And when that makes Regulus snort half of a laugh from their bed it’s like a lightbulb goes off in James’s head and he rounds back on him eyes shining and Regulus is in less than a moment trapped between the bed and the warm body of his boyfriend, his fiancé and there is a warm whisper against his ear.

“Regulus Potter, come on, you like it Reg, I know you do.”

and Regulus’s mouth falls open in response,

Pathetically, if you were to ask him.

Breath stuttering - flushed in the cheeks because he does he really really does and he thinks maybe he can throw that wretched last name of ‘Black’ away afterall - and the moment is silent like that, no one talking, no one moving until Lily jokes from her space sitting away from them on the bed - gaze on the two man unbreaking “Could you two make this look any more obscene ?”

It’s almost a challenge rather than a joke even and Regulus flusters more though he smiles and James simply sits up, straddling his lap - he can tell he’s stuck his tongue out at her and he seems triumphant even though Regulus has not verbally agreed to a single thing ‘I told you Sirius was right, he told me I better insists till his wants got through to his thick skull or he’d bury me to an early grave.’

And Regulus groans, picking up a pillow from beside him, whacking James across the head and murmuring ‘What did I say about talking about my brother while I am in bed with you.’

Lily Laughs, James shrieks, Regulus owes an unwitting thank you to his brother, apparently.

For knowing him better than he knows himself.

Later regulus does voice his agreement verbally though he doesn’t really need to, not with them and tells Lily he will take her last name too if she is willing for him to, he will completely toss away who he once was.

Now a round of bonus thoughts for this particular au :

-I think Sirius and Remus married young, laughably young but it is why he is know as Sirius Lupin way before Regulus even gets to consider the taste of his name with a different last name on his mouth.

-I get this feeling that James and Lily might have married each other before they married Regulus idk this just has me like 🥺.

-As I said both Black brothers adore having thrown the chains of their family physically away. It is liberating like nothing ever could be and if anyone ever tries to call them Black again they will both simply insists that they have no clue what that person is talking about.

If the person insists back they will both snap with the same fire in their eyes :

‘I am afraid I am Regulus Evans Potter.’

‘Sirius Lupin, Sir.’

And there is just no argument with either for anyone to get it wrong again.

THOUGH, calling the brothers by the wrong name is still better than calling them the wrong name _infront of their lovers_ if you do that, you will have hell to pay.

For Regulus and Sirius have never truly belonged to the Black family name that they chose not and never will they do so again.