[matzism]

[ ISSUE NO. 1 : THE NATURAL WAY TO ROLL ]

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-— 坏 Bad Desire 渴望 ᯓ

⤷ ゛no going back now ˎˊ˗

৻ꪆ SUMMARY : You and your lifelong best friends with mutual, unspoken lust finally break the tension during a late night game of Truth or Dare, exposing your true feelings.

৻ꪆ CONTENTS : MDNI (18+) ⋆ dom!ryul ⋆ down bad ryul ⋆ extremely needy ryul ⋆ built up tension ⋆ clothes ripping ⋆ choking ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ mutual pinning ⋆ aftercare

taglist : @amyishere123 @444pondju

৻ꪆ PAIRING : ryul x f!reader

৻ꪆ WORDCOUNT : 3.6k

The rain is drumming a steady, mindless rhythm against your bedroom window, the kind of white noise that usually puts you straight to sleep. Tonight, though, you’re wide awake, propped up against a mountain of pillows with a half empty bag of sour gummies balanced on your stomach.

At the foot of your bed, completely taking up all the legroom, is Ryul.

He’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a faded t-shirt that stretches tightly across his shoulders when he shifts. Right now, he’s aggressively tossing a small plush pillow into the air and catching it with one hand, his eyes glued to the TV screen where some low budget horror movie is playing on mute.

"I'm telling you, if she goes into the basement, I’m turning this off," Ryul mutters, his voice carrying that low, edge it always gets when it’s past midnight. He catches the pillow without looking, his fingers sinking into the fabric.

"Oh shut up, Ryul," you laugh, nudging his thigh with your foot. "You cried during the trailer. Don’t act tough now."

Ryul scoffs, turning his head to look at you. The dim glow of the television catches the sharp line of his jaw and the soft, dark mess of his hair. A lazy, lopsided smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I did not cry. I had a hair in my eye. There's a difference."

"Right. A very emotional hair."

He rolls his eyes, but the smile stays, warm and familiar. It’s the same look he’s given you for years. The one that used to just mean we’re idiots, but lately, has started making your chest feel tight. You try to blame it on the two mixed drinks you both knocked back an hour ago, or the suffocating humidity of the summer night, but you know better.

The truth is, the air between you two has been changing. It’s heavy. It’s the way his eyes linger on your mouth a second too long when you laugh, or how his hand always finds the small of your back whenever he guides you through a crowded room.

You’re both so hopelessly into each other it’s practically pathetic, a mutual, unspoken longing that neither of you has had the guts to voice. So instead, you play the roles of perfect best friends, ignoring the way the tension thickens every time your skin accidentally brushes his.

Ryul tosses the plush pillow aside, suddenly sitting up and crossing his legs. He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning in closer to you. The sudden shift in proximity makes your pulse hitch.

"I'm bored," he announces, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "The movie sucks, you're making fun of my fake tears, and I’m too wired to sleep."

"Well, what do you want to do then?" you ask, tilting your head.

Ryul's gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. A mischievous, slightly smug glint flashes in his eyes. "Let's play a game."

"Like what?"

"Truth or Dare," he says, a low chuckle escaping him. He reaches over, his fingers lightly brushing against your ankle as he moves, sending a sharp jolt of adrenaline straight up your spine. "No backing out, no chickening. Just honesty. You down?"

You swallow hard, your heart suddenly hammering against your ribs. Looking at the intensity in his face, you get the distinct feeling that this game is going to cause some serious problems.

"Fine," you challenge softly, holding his gaze. "You go first."

Ryul chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates right through the mattress. He leans back on his hands, tilting his head as he studies you, his dark eyes narrowed in playful calculation.

"Alright, let's start easy," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," you say instantly, keeping your defensive walls up.

"Weak," he teases, rolling his eyes. "But fine. What's the biggest lie you've told me this month?"

You snort, leaning back against your pillows. "Easy. I told you your new haircut looked fine the day you got it. It actually looked like a bird tried to build a nest in it for the first twenty four hours."

Ryul gasps, throwing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Remind me never to trust your compliments again.”

"My turn," you say, your voice dropping a fraction. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Ryul says, his eyes locked onto yours. He doesn't blink.

You lean forward, resting your chin in your hands. "Have you ever actually read any of those romance books you found on my nightstand, or were you just pretending to judge me?"

Ryul’s smirk fades into something a little more private, a little more intense. He holds your gaze, his voice dropping an octave. "I read a few chapters of one. The one with the dog eared pages." He pauses, his eyes dropping to your mouth before rising back up. "I wanted to see what kind of things make you lose it."

The sudden shift in his tone catches you completely off guard. Your throat goes dry, your heart doing a sudden, violent flip. He's testing the waters. He’s pushing the line that you’ve both spent months pretending didn't exist.

"Your turn," Ryul murmurs, his gaze heavy as he shifts closer, his knee now firmly pressed against your thigh. The heat radiating off him is suffocating. "Truth or dare?"

You catch your breath, refusing to let him win this little game. "Dare," you challenge, your voice steady despite the adrenaline spiking in your veins.

Ryul’s eyes darken. A slow, predatory smile creeps onto his face. "I dare you to sit on my lap for the next three rounds."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. You swallow the lump in your throat, holding his gaze as you slowly crawl over the space separating you, your movements deliberate, keeping your eyes locked onto his the entire time.

When you settle onto his lap, straddling his thighs, you hear his breath hitch. You can feel the rigid tension in his muscles, the way his hands twitch against the mattress like he's fighting the urge to grab your waist.

You lean in close, your face inches from his, mimicking his earlier posture. You can smell the clean, sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the faint sweetness of the drinks.

"Truth or dare, Ryul," you whisper, your eyes dropping to his lips in a deliberate, agonizingly slow tease.

You think you’ve won. You think you’ve caught him off guard.

But Ryul just stares up at you, his pupils completely blown, the easygoing best friend completely vanishing from his expression.

He doesn't break. Instead, his jaw tightens, and before you can even register the shift, his large hands come up, wrapping firmly around your hips. He grips you tight, his fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes, and effortlessly hauls you a fraction of an inch closer until there is absolutely no space left between your bodies. You can feel the hard, pulsing heat of him pressing right against you.

"Truth," he rasps out, his voice thick, entirely stripped of its usual playfulness. He tilts his head up, his breath hot against your lips, completely commanding the space. He tilts your hips just a fraction, a subtle, pressured movement that forces a soft gasp from your throat.

His grip on your waist tightens, pinning you in place, making it entirely clear who is in control of this game now.

"Ask me your question," Ryul murmurs, his dark eyes burning into yours, completely undone. "But choose your words very carefully."

The air in the room is suddenly so thick you can barely breathe it in. Every ounce of playfulness is stripped away, replaced by a heavy, suffocating weight that has been building between you for years.

Ryul doesn't let go of your hips. If anything, his fingers dig deeper into your skin, anchoring you to him as if he's terrified you'll pull away, or as if he’s entirely lost the capacity to let you go. The heat rolling off his body is suffocating, making you dizzy as you sit stranded over his thighs.

"You're not asking," Ryul says, his voice dropping to a rough, ragged whisper that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. He leans in closer, his chest pressing hard against yours, forcing your back to arch slightly. "What's the matter? Forgot the question?"

"Ryul—" Your voice breaks, a tiny, breathless sound that betrays exactly how undone you are.

Hearing his name on your lips makes something click behind his eyes. The last thread of his restraint completely snaps.

He lets out a low, guttural growl, his grip shifting from your hips to the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up just enough to pull you flush against him. The friction of the movement makes your breath catch in a sharp gasp.

Ryul tilts his chin up, his eyes fixed entirely on your mouth, completely gone by the sight of you looking so helpless beneath his gaze.

"Screw the game," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply. His lips brush against your pulse point, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through your veins.

"I'm sick of pretending. I'm so fucked up for you, it’s driving me insane."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers instantly tangling in the soft, messy strands of his hair, pulling him closer.

The sheer desperation in his voice triggers something wild inside you. You lean back just enough to look at him, your chests heaving in sync.

Ryul’s eyes are completely dark, filled with a raw, predatory hunger you’ve never seen in him before. His hand slides up your torso, his large palm burning through your shirt as he grips your jaw.

"If I kiss you right now," he breathes, his thumb pressing firmly against your bottom lip, dragging it down just a fraction, "I'm not stopping. Tell me to stop now, or I swear—"

You don't let him finish. You lean down, closing the distance, and press your lips to his.

The collision is explosive. Ryul lets out a sharp, ragged breath into your mouth, his hand immediately moving from your jaw to the back of your head, fistfuls of your hair anchoring you to him as he deepens the kiss with an intense, desperate urgency. It’s rough, uncoordinated, and utterly perfect driven by years of suppressed longing.

He tastes like the sweet liquor you drank earlier, but the heat of his mouth is entirely his own. He devours your lips, his tongue sliding past yours in a frantic rhythm that leaves you completely breathless, whimpering softly into his mouth.

The sound only seems to make him wilder. His other hand tears at the hem of your shirt, his rough palms making direct contact with the bare skin of your waist, sending waves of intense heat crashing through you as he pulls you closer, desperate to eliminate every single inch of remaining space between you.

Ryul pulls back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen, his chest heaving violently against yours. His eyes are entirely filled with a wild, feral intensity as he stares up at you. He looks completely unhinged, caught in the grip of a hunger that has been rotting away at him for years.

"Your shirt," he pants out, his voice a ruined, gravelly rasp against your mouth. "Take it off."

You don't even have time to move before his hands are under the fabric, bunching it up and hauling it over your head in one violent, impatient motion. The material catches slightly on your arms, and you hear a sharp rip along the seam as he literally tears it away from your body, tossing it blindly over the edge of the bed.

The cool air of the bedroom hits your bare skin for a split second before Ryul replaces it with the scorching heat of his own body.

He hovers over you, his eyes scanning every inch of your exposed skin with a terrifyingly hungry gaze. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle leaps in his cheek.

"You have no idea," he rasps, his large hands coming down to pin your wrists to the mattress on either side of your head. His grip is like iron, completely restricting your movement. "No idea what you do to me. I've sat on this exact bed for months watching you, wanting to do this, wanting to ruin you until you couldn't think of anyone else."

He leans down, burying his face in your chest, his mouth devouring the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He bites down, not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to force a loud, high pitched whimper from your throat. He sucks firmly on the mark, his tongue soothing the sting in a slow, torturous rhythm that makes your hips instinctively roll up against his.

The friction makes Ryul let out a sharp, choked sound. He breaks away from your neck, his eyes snapping to yours, completely broken by the contact.

"Don't move like that unless you want this over in two seconds. I've been waiting too damn long to rush this." he warns, his voice shaking with a dangerous level of restraint.

With one hand now pinning both of your wrists above your head, he uses his free hand to reach down, his fingers gripping the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, exposing you completely to his heavy, burning gaze.

The vulnerability makes you shiver, your knees instinctively trying to close, but Ryul immediately wedges his thigh between yours. He forces your legs wide apart, his large hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, his rough palm sending waves of electric heat crashing straight to your core.

"Look at me," Ryul commands, his voice dropping to a dark, breathless whisper as his fingers brush against the aching, damp center of you. You gasp, your back arching off the bed, but his hand on your wrists keeps you pinned. He stares directly into your eyes as he slips one long finger inside you, testing how ruined you already are for him. "Let me see exactly how much you want this."

Ryul lets out a dark, approving hum as his finger slides deep inside you, the slick friction of the movement drawing a broken cry from your lips. He doesn’t wait, immediately adding a second finger, stretching you open with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your mind go completely blank.

"You’re so wet for me," he pants, his thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive core, rubbing in tight, agonizing circles. "You've been thinking about this too, haven't you?"

You can only nod frantically, your hips rolling upward, desperately seeking more of the blistering friction. Your pinned wrists twitch against his iron grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap around his neck and pull him down.

"Please, Ryul..." you whimpered, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

"Please what?" he says, his pace quickening, his fingers turning you completely inside out. He leans down, his face inches from yours, his breath dragging heavily across your lips. "Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you."

Ryul’s jaw tightens, a sudden, fierce flash of possessiveness taking over his features. He abruptly withdraws his fingers, leaving you cold and aching, but before you can even protest, he’s unbuttoning his pants. He kicks them off along with his boxers, and when he moves back over you, the sheer size and heavy, throbbing heat of him pressing against your thigh makes your breath hitch.

He grabs your knees, pushing them all the way up toward your chest, completely opening you up, exposing you to his dark, unblinking gaze. He settles his weight between your thighs, the broad head of his length catching against your wetness.

"Look at me," he says, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. He reaches up, his large hand wrapping securely around your throat—not cutting off your air, but grounding you, pinning you to the mattress beneath his palm. "Keep your eyes on me."

You look up at him, your chest heaving, completely consumed by the feral, ravenous intensity in his eyes.

With one heavy, unyielding thrust, Ryul drives himself all the way inside you.

The sudden, stretching fullness forces a loud, high pitched gasp from your throat. He buries himself to the absolute hilt, his hips slamming hard against yours, the sheer impact sending a violent shockwave of pure desire straight to your core. Ryul freezes for a fraction of a second, his entire body rigid, his eyes blowing wide as he absorbs the tight squeeze of your walls.

A ragged, pained groan rips from his chest. “God, you're so tight," he chokes out, his fingers tightening slightly against your neck as he begins to move.

He doesn’t ease into it. Driven by years of agonizing restraint, Ryul begins to pound into you with a relentless pace. Every thrust is deep, hard, and punishing, his hips meeting yours with a wet, heavy slap that echoes in the quiet room. He completely dominates your body, the angle of his thrusts hitting your sweetest spot over and over until you’re sobbing his name into the space between your mouths.

Ryul lets out a harsh, broken breath against your ear, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate as the friction between your bodies reaches a scorching breaking point. His entire body is slick with sweat, his muscles locked tight under the strain of trying—and failing—to hold himself back.

"Ryul, please," you sob out, your hands desperately clawing at his broad shoulders, your hips instinctively rising to meet every heavy, punishing thrust.

The sound of his name on your lips completely ruins him. He lets out a low groan, his grip on your waist tightening until his fingers dig deeply into your skin, pinning you flat against the mattress. He changes the angle, his hips slamming into yours with a sudden, devastatingly deep rhythm that makes your vision go completely spotty. You are entirely at his mercy, completely consumed by the sheer power of his body moving against yours.

"I can't—" Ryul gasps out, his teeth brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as he bites down softly, his breath hitching violently. "I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it."

He doesn't give you a chance to answer. With one final, devastatingly hard thrust that buries him to the absolute hilt, Ryul stiffens completely. A ragged, animalistic sound rips from the back of his throat as his body shudders violently over yours, filling you completely with his thick release.

The intense sensation triggers your own arousal, your walls squeezing tightly around him in a series of helpless, overlapping spasms that leave you completely undone, crying out into the quiet room.

Ryul collapses against your chest, his heavy weight a comforting, suffocating presence as you both try to catch your breath.

His heart is hammering wildly against your ribs, his breath hot and ragged against your collarbone. He doesn't move away, keeping himself buried deep inside you as his hands slowly move up to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the stray tears at the corners of your eyes.

The bedroom is completely quiet now, save for the sound of your overlapping, shallow breaths and the distant rhythm of the rain still tapping against the window.

Ryul doesn't move for a long time. He remains draped heavily over you, his forehead resting against the crook of your neck as his chest slowly expands and contracts against yours. The sheer intensity of what just happened hangs thick in the humid air, turning the initial wild adrenaline into a warm, heavy, and deeply intimate haze.

Slowly, Ryul shifts his weight, sliding out from inside you with a soft, quiet gasp escaping his lips. The sudden absence leaves you feeling cold, but he doesn't let the space last. He immediately pulls you against his side, wrapping one large arm around your waist and dragging you flush against his chest.

Your back is pressed to his front, his chin resting right on top of your head. His skin is still radiating an intense, comforting heat, and his heart is still drumming a frantic rhythm against your shoulder blades. His fingers lightly trace lazy, mindless circles across the bare skin of your stomach, his rough touch sending faint, lingering ripples of pleasure straight to your core.

"Hey," he whispers after a long silence, his voice incredibly low, vibrating right through your back. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction. "You okay?"

You nod against his chest, your fingers reaching down to interlace with his. "Yeah. More than okay."

Ryul lets out a breathy, quiet chuckle, his thumb rubbing comforting strokes over the back of your hand. The tension that had been rotting away at your friendship for months is completely gone, replaced by a deep, undeniable intimacy.

"Good," he murmurs, his eyes half-closed as he inhales the scent of your hair. "Because I'm not going back to how things were before tonight.”

The easy, uncomplicated safety of a platonic friendship had vanished the exact moment the game started, fully shattered by the sheer weight of what had been hidden beneath the surface for so long.

There was no going back to mindless late night hangouts, no pretending that the space between you was just empty air, and no putting the carefully built walls back up. Everything had been rewritten in the span of a single night.

As the quiet settled deeper into the room, the reality of it became entirely clear. The familiar dynamic you had protected for years was gone, completely consumed by the realization that you could never look at each other the same way again.

The friendship hadn't just changed it had been entirely undone, leaving behind something far more intense, permanent, and entirely unavoidable.

[matzism]

your page is so littt

thank yewww <33 i love ur theme sm its cool asf

[matzism]

dentist!hoon x strangers from hell…… I have an idea bro

[kangsyeosang]

[starcatching]

YUNHO ☆ 260717 Ghost

[matzism]

lwk not surprised ni-ki is most requested, he’s been looking super fine lately 🤤🤤

i can’t lie, you’re definitely right about that

[matzism]

──── PILLOWTALK .ᐟ

thinking about… pussydrunk!won & his addiction with being in between your thighs┊custom order 📋

warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ oral fixation ﹕ face sitting ﹕ cum eating ﹕ masturbation ﹕ (not proofread !)

order notes: playing re9 and im so close to kms… capcom just throw anything together to make these creatures bro

꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who became addicted after his first taste of you. he could never get enough. he loves your sweet moans and the way his name slips from your mouth like a prayer whenever you are about to cum.

꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who wakes you up with his face between your thighs, chin already drenched in your arousal. he’d hum whenever you were fully awake, already slipping two fingers inside, curling them just right while he devoured you.

꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who loves when you grip his hair whenever it’s too much. he’d be on his knees at the edge of the bed, desperately fisting his cock every time you tugged his head closer.

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꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who likes to pour wine on your breasts, thighs, then right above your pussy. he’d lick up every drop, refusing to waste anything.

꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who tends to forget to breathe properly while eating you, hooked on the taste. he’d come up for air, breathing ragged, chin glistening with strings of your slick connecting from his mouth before diving back in.

꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who keeps going even after you cum. he keeps licking you through it, savoring the way your hips twitch—not planning to stop until you’re crying and pushing his head away.

[matzism]

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[matzism]

haiiiiii how is your cute face and your amzing writing fingers

haiiiii cutie im doing good and you, my love? ( ˘ ³˘)

(btw i loved only for you… sub!mingi needs to be the norm)

[matzism]

GO REQ SUNOO GUYS 😡😡😡

[matzism]

wait noo, why does sunoo have no requests ??? 😓😓

unfortunately, nobody ever asks for him… most of my requests r always riki with the exception of hoon and jake (nd just recently jay)

[wntrluvrr]

──── safety net

﹙ syn ﹚winter decides to play with the new toy she bought in the middle of tennis match

481 ── sugar mommy!minjeong ⍀ 𝑓. reader┆warnings. . . smut ⋆ public play ⋆ remote control vibrator ⋆ mommy kink ⋆ praise

🗯️ notes: i used to play tennis.. winter went to a tennis match... heh you get where im going with this??? ok lemme shut up.

the skyview suite at the wimbledon towered over centre court at a breathtaking height, the glass windows giving you a perfect view of the two players preparing for the match below.

winter sat next to you on the plush, white leather couch, legs crossed, eyes locked onto the court, and one perfectly manicured hand resting over the small remote hidden in her palm.

the first serve cracked through the air like a sharp whip, and that's when it started. the small vibrator pressed against your clit began to buzz at a low, steady hum.

your teeth sank into your bottom lip, thighs clenched together as a sharp pulse shot through your core. winter's mouth curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes still on the match below.

"focus on the game, baby,” she murmured, voice low and smooth like dripping honey. “wouldn't want you missing anything."

you gave a shaky nod, nails digging into the armrest, pretending to focus on the match.

the second serve landed and winter increased the intensity of the vibrator. it buzzed at a medium pace, pressing right against your clit. your hips twitched, a soft whine slipping from your lips right as the crowd applauds, saving you the embarrassment.

by the third serve the intensity becomes worse. winter increased the pressure again, the small toy pulsing rhythmically, making your pussy clenching around the silicone. you can feel how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds.

“winter—mommy… please— s’too much,” you whispered breathlessly, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

“shh… it’s okay. you’re doing so good for mommy—staying so quiet,” she cooed, placing her hand onto your knee, tracing soft circles against your burning skin.

it continues like this as the match goes on. during every point, win or lost. every serve, every cheer from the crowd—winter adjusts the speed on the remote. sometimes she lowers it to a slow torturous pace. sometimes she pauses it completely, letting your clit chase the missing rhythm.

“im close— f-fuck.. mommy,” you warned.

it didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up, heat pooling in your lower stomach. when the players the changed ends, she didn’t wait; spiking the vibrator to the highest setting.

your breath hitched, teeth biting down hard into your lip, enough to draw blood. your vision blurred as you came hard, walls pulsing around the toy, the space between your thighs now soaked in your own wetness.

you choked out a moan, attempting to cover it with a cough and a hand over your mouth, but it still earned you a few looks from the surrounding people.

she finally clicked the remote off and her hand lands on your trembling thigh, warm and gentle, rubbing against your skin like she’s offering you comfort, but her words are everything but, “you did so well for mommy, baby. but the match isn’t over yet.”

[matzism]

the goat finally posted (after a million years)

[matzism]

how i feel whenever i wake up to another jay request

[samwspn]

tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

⋮ ⌗ ┆ deer, bears and wolves :3

npt:: @wintrynightz @heart-of-alex @pittsick @rogersgal @kismetsfawn @amourflores @userhotd @im-miss-worldblog @prettysouled @severedlamb @dontlistentodaisy @deadbeatpup @fawnrott @gilmrres @gengarwebs @heapingfern @lilahthedoll @carmysdoll @cup1dssorrow @cumkissed @vlarrtrgryn @beafond @nuitts @meiyokstarr

[meiyokstarr]

tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

ˎˊ˗ puppies , bunnies and penguins <33

𓈃❛⃯ npt @skiendielific @sturnsfavgirl @s0nnielvr @lamourdmavie @xavanzinilover11x @meretzinis @rajzini @godspeedfike @williamssbabydoll @glocer @geekzini @groovywaves @2pac-wrld @spoonisnotcat @yourdecayedfaith @yearnmachine @mykhq @myfemmefatales @reiziji @miagamegirl @rninne

[mykhq]

tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

— Otters, Bernese puppies, and ladybugs⭑.ᐟ

npt: @sorry-babyx @unfinishedsoull @mangomohyo @m4nonz @m6eusss @baredbloody @rajzini @mayzini @stupidogz @lovelee4u @loseryok @meretzini @nayloni @roansverse @gabsrevival

[nayloni]

ty this is cute - hermit crabs turtles cats

@meeerlmorp @goodmorningfromthesunn @nakylvr @meifixblr @shiho0pirate @that1fangurl @herestoallmytgirls

[that1fangurl]

aww ty loni i feel like i haven’t talked to you in a minute!

-bunnies bc that’s what illi says i remind them of

-i really love any type of bear but polar bears are my personal fav

-and fenex foxes are my favorite animal!

i just feel like there all me…..uhh tags @wonbubee, @kittyxcams, and anyone else!

[nichoberri]

tags game! what animals represent u!

aheh this is adorableeee n I just wanted to bother my mootz lol :3 (I adore you all <3)

— bunnies, pandas, and fawns ~ (I’m just an anxious little fluffball basically)

tags (not required!): @irichooe @euijooswife @wanyangii @jyuugoyasmine @sunmoonnie @takifusion @smidare @7yataki @fumasannn

[smidare]

tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

— hamster, puppy, bunny ~ ⊹˚₊ ⟡˙⋆૮ . . ྀིა

tags (not required) : @odetolune @jyuugoyasmine @jyuumii @angelsacrificez @angelskura @wenology @yumanohime @ikigaijo @chuchunyangz @fuubun @fumaid @fumabun

[yuumaszn]

tag game! What animal represents you!

Red panda, calico kitty, and a red fox! :D

No pressure tags! @wanyangii @7yataki @yumangel @solairemelo @jyuugoyasmine @appledhead

[wanyangii]

TAG GAME : what animals represents you ?

bunny ─── · wolf / wolf dog ─── · fawn

thank you my dearest @jyuumii and @nichoberri for inviting me!!

tags : @withallmy-heart @nichozzystuffs @minhosimthings @makizdoll @junifi3d @jyuugoyasmine @sunmoonnie @angelskura @polkadotedvee @ikigaijo @yumanohime @yumangel (no pressure)

[polkadotedvee]

TAG GAME : what animals represents you ?

۶ৎ 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑔 ۶ৎ

Tags (No pressure) @matzism @luvrikiiiii @rarawonder-blog @elenasaidwhat @yum4d @lettaluvv

[matzism]

tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

# ⌇black cat, otter, and the cutest bubbler jellyfish !

tags (no pressure, luvs!): @wntrluvrr @unsvripted .. i don’t talk 2 anyone else on here ;/

[smidare]

ouuuu ik her strap game is CRAZYYY

[matzism]

──── CRY FOR ME

in which ◞ your boyfriend tends to make you cry during sex from how good it feels

warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ unprotected sex ﹕ overstimulation ﹕ sensitive!reader ﹕ praise ﹕ crying during sex

•﹙ 442 ﹚ ── boyfren!jay ✶ 𝑓. reader┊custom order 📋

collector’s notes: being sick on my birthday has to be some type of karma given to me for whatever i’ve done in the past… 🫩

jay had your back pressed against the mattress, thighs trembling around his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly, watching the way your pussy swallowed his cock with every deep stroke.

you were a beautiful mess beneath him: tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, nails digging into the pillow behind you, and your jaw slackened with every quick thrust.

"please... i—i can't... too much—" you sobbed, voice cracking.

“shh… it’s okay, baby. you’re doing so good for me,” he cooed, voice low and almost gentle, but the words came out thick with amusement.

he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. it wasn't the soft, sweet kisses jay usually gave you whenever he was cooking dinner or came home after a long schedule. this kiss was deep, hungry, his tongue sliding against yours, like he was savoring the taste of your moans.

he broke the kiss long enough to catch his breath, a string of spit following before pressing his forehead against yours. you wrapped your hands around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair while the other clawed his back.

his pace was quick. his thrust growing harsher, the tip kissing your cervix. he wasn’t letting up, never giving you a chance to recover. another broken sob ripped from your throat, your body shuddering, the pressure building in your core.

"i know. i know, baby, just take it for me," he murmured softly, his hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the overstimulation making cry out.

his hips continued to snap into yours, his cock drilling into the spot that made your vision blurry and mouth water. the sounds of his cock slamming into your slick pussy filled the quiet room.

“fuckfuck— please— s’too much!” you cried out, nails practically digging into his skin now. the knot in your lower stomach threatens to snap at any moment.

jay’s eyes stayed locked on your face the whole time, a certain glint in them as he watched your face contort in pleasure and the new set of tears roll down.

“you’re doing perfect—squeezing me so tightly. you’re so fucking sensitive—god, i love you,” he breathed, feeling your walls flutter around him.

it didn’t take long for you to cum. the combination of his thumb pressing against your clit and his brutal pace, tipped you over the edge. your orgasm shatters through you fast and intense, your whole body a twitching mess as your walls clench around him.

he doesn’t give you a moment to settle before his follows behind, his hands moving to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. he groans before releasing thick, pearly ropes of cum inside you.

“see? i knew you could do it, baby,” he cooed, leaning forward again, his cock buried to the hilt. “you’re such a good girl for me.”