TOOTHACHE

Blood sucker | 18‼️ | a quiet place.. | hope you Enjoy my place.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[plagued-roses]

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

[thaumbody]

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Always reblog the potato.

[chrisbambi]

!?

[tomlinsn]

everyone else is doing it so

[lovebit3r]

Can u suck my blood ???

Yes.

[lovebit3r]

Why is it giving puppy Chris? 🥹

[orpheuslament]

whats the point of a man if he doesnt whimper

[megluvsmatt]

My love, my love, my love

[lovebit3r]

Soooo…does anyone else agree that we should start posting breeding kinks again? 🤗 (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

[sosasturns]

“BIG BAD WOLF” ⸝⸝ werewolf!matt in which reader wanders too far into the woods and ends up being preyed upon by the wolf himself.

warnings: nsfw, predator–prey dynamics, cnc, feral/animalistic sex, breeding kink, biting/marking, spitting, size kink, possessiveness, outdoors (foggy woods) setting, power imbalance.

word count: 2.3k

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fog drifts between the trees, curling around your legs as you run. it swallows the sound of your steps until all you can hear is your own breathing.

your lungs ache from running. the ground’s slick, uneven, roots catching at your shoes as you push yourself further off the path. your heartbeat’s in your throat—loud, all adrenaline and fear—driving you forward even though your body’s begging to stop.

the air’s cold enough to sting, your breath clouding in front of you as the thick fog starts to close in. it feels like the whole forest is watching.

then something rustles up ahead. sudden. sharp. you freeze.

“lost little thing,” it rasps—voice low, guttural—but not quite human. not anymore.

a growl echoes as two golden eyes lock onto you before the figure moves closer, still hidden behind the fog.

“who goes there?” you whisper, your voice cracking in the cold.

the wolf huffs lowly, head tilting, as if studying you.

“shouldn’t be out here alone” it says, the words shaped almost human through its canine snout.

your heart pounds in the silence, the only sound now the beast’s panting as it steps closer, swallowing up the air between you.

“come here,” it whispers—so soft you almost think you imagined it. despite yourself, your body moves, one trembling step forward, fingers clutching the edges of your red coat.

you take another cautious step. the air thickens, swirling around you like a curtain. you scan the fog, searching for the voice… but there’s nothing. until heavy breaths echo all around you.

you whirl around. eyes wide. and then—

a human.

there, about five feet away, stands a man. nude. the fog coils around his body like smoke, tracing every muscle. his chest rises and falls in quick, heavy breaths. there’s something wild in his stance—coiled, predatory, ready to pounce.

you freeze. “matt? is that you?” you croak, a chill crawling up your spine.

his head snaps toward you. teeth glint in the fog, animalistic. primal.

you stumble back, voice trembling. “you… you were chasing me. i thought you were going to kill me.”

matt’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, lips curling into something a smirk.

“oh, no,” he rumbles in that same low, guttural tone, words laced with dark amusement and hunger alike.

“not killing,” he growls, voice still rough and animal-deep, though more human now. barely.

he steps closer, heat radiating from his body, towering over you.

“no,” matt repeats, softer now. dangerously soft. “i was jus’ chasing you because i wanted you.”

his gaze drags down your trembling form, then locks back onto yours with predatory focus—and something far darker in the way he says the next words.

“and now that i’ve got ya? not letting y’go ’til every last drop of me is inside where it belongs.”

the fog thickens as you take another faltering step back, pulse pounding in your ears. matt’s muscles coil with every movement, his body language sharp and predatory.

“matt, snap out of it,” you say, voice trembling. “you’re scaring me… this isn’t you.”

his gaze darkens as he prowls closer, eyes gleaming with something feral.

“oh, this is me,” he growls. “this is exactly what i’m meant for.”

each step he takes is slow, deliberate—stalking. his breath comes ragged as he closes the distance.

“you’ve got no idea how much i’ve wanted this… wanted you,” matt groans, voice thick with something that makes a shiver crawl up your spine. his eyes rake over your body, possessive and primal.

his breath is hot against your skin when he closes the last bit of space between you, body pressing flush to yours.

“you smell so good,” he growls low, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply—your scent mixing with the cold fog curling around you both.

his hands find your waist, rough and trembling with restraint. his voice drops even lower, brushing the shell of your ear like a warning and a promise all at once.

"gonna fill every hole 'til there’s no mistaking who owns you... who put a pup inside."

the moment his words register, your entire body tenses—your stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and something else entirely.

matt’s lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, the heat of his breath against your ear making you shiver violently beneath him now. "you heard me," he murmurs darkly before nipping at a delicate spot just below your jawline while his hands slide up your waist possessively yet again.

"this pretty little cunt?" teeth graze collarbone next—sharp enough to sting but not break skin.

your breath hitches as his teeth scrape your skin, a shudder running through you. "matt,"

he cuts you off with a low growl, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. "no talking," he rasps against your throat before sinking his teeth in—not deep enough to tear, but just enough for the sharp sting, marking his claim. his other hand slips down between you. your thighs already slick despite every instinct screaming how wrong this all was.

the moment your body stiffens, matt senses your tension and a wicked smile twitches at his lips before he whispers in your ear: "relax. let me take care of you."

he doesn't wait for a response, he's too hungry to hesitate any longer. with a sudden movement, he grabs you roughly and throws you onto the hard forest ground.

the impact knocks the wind out of you, but before you can even catch your breath, matt is on top of you, his weight pinning you down, his eyes burning intensely into yours.

you gasp as your back hits the damp earth, leaves and moss cushioning nothing. matt’s body presses down on yours instantly, hot, heavy, inescapable, as he cages you beneath him with a growl that vibrates through every inch of your trembling frame.

"should’ve run faster, huh?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear before nipping at it sharply enough to make you jolt under him while one hand fists into hair.

his fingers curl inside your pussy without warning—only taking what was owed.

your eyes widen in a mix of surprise at the sudden invasion, your body involuntarily stiffening despite the heat pooling low in your stomach. matt grins above you, his gaze never leaving yours, drinking in every minute reaction with smug satisfaction.

he leans closer, his lips brushing against your skin with a possessive touch, hot breath mixed with yours as he speaks. "fill you so deep you'll feel me for days," he growls, voice laced with desire and something almost feral as his fingers thrust in a deliberate reminder of how much deeper he could go if he wanted.

your breath hitches, your fingers digging into his forearms as a shiver runs down your spine. the forest around you feels too quiet, too still—like even nature itself is holding its breath at what’s unfolding here in the fog.

matt’s grin widens when he feels the way you tremble beneath him. “that’s right,” he rumbles lowly before sinking his teeth back into your shoulder while his other hand slips up your thigh to press a thumb roughly against your already throbbing clit.

he pulls his fingers back, leaving you breathless and trembling. then with a swift, almost violent motion, he flips you onto your front, pinning you down with his entire weight.

matt yanks at the red cloak, gathering it in one hand, his other hand roughly hiking up your skirt, revealing the warm skin of your thighs glistening with dampness. the forest ground pressing into your palms and knees, cold and unforgiving—a stark contrast. the red cloak is shoved up roughly around your waist while your skirt rides even higher—mud smearing across bare skin as matt drags you back against him with a possessive growl.

"look at you," he rasps, voice dripping with dark satisfaction as a hand slips between your thighs from behind. fingers curling inside again—deeper this time; claiming every inch just like promised earlier.

his teeth sunk into the skin of your shoulder blade when his dick finally pressed flush against your soaked opening; throbbing under touch alone before pushing in.

matt doesn’t give you a second to adjust—his hips snap forward with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. your gasp is swallowed by the forest, but he feels it anyway. the way your body clenches around him like a vice as he stretches you open beyond reason.

"fuck," he growls against your spine before biting down again—harder this time; breaking skin just enough for blood to bead.

mud cakes your thighs. your cloak already smeared with it, filthy from the ground. the forest noise is louder than your whimpers and matt’s ragged breathing against your back. his grip is ironclad, no escape, no mercy, as he fucks into you with relentless precision.

"gonna fill you up," he breaths between thrusts that make your vision blur at the edges.

his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as his rhythm stutters toward something primal.

your body is on fire—burning with pain and pleasure in equal measure as matt slams fucks you, his words burning against skin like branding iron.

"keep taking what i give you," he growls against your ear, voice rough with need and possession.

he doesn’t let you breathe—just drags his teeth over your spine as his hips snap forward again. the forest air is thick with sweat and musk now, each ragged exhale from him was hot against your damp skin.

“gonna put a pup in you,” matt snarls suddenly, one hand fisting your hair while other gripped your waist “fill this tight little pussy ‘til it takes all my cum.”

and then he does.

with a feral groan, matt slams into you one last time, his dick pulsating deep inside as hot cum floods your womb. the sensation is overwhelming, scorching and so much all at once, as your walls clench around him desperately while his teeth stay locked onto that spot between your shoulder and neck.

he doesn’t pull out yet. just stays buried to the hilt. ragged breaths against spit slicked skin before finally growling low.

"mine."

[lovebit3r]

This is hot. 😍

[lovebit3r]

Come check out my new c.ai page!

https://share.character.ai/70U7/b4yjfrk5

@bernardsbendystraws thanks for the divider !

[lovebit3r]

Guys I’m assuming Chris has PTSD from the house fire… (BUDDY IS FREAKING OUT.)

[tezzy-lovez]

As a person who hates and absoulutely despises kids, why must I have a breeding kink. I could go on a rant about how much love and joy I feel when I think about being pumped so full with cum that I can't feel my legs as he whispers in my ear "You'll be the one to carry my kids, my babies." While I just sit there taking it all in so drunk on lust that I accept without knowing the cost. @seakicker has done this to me and there's no going back. seakicker is the main reas9n for my insanity.

[lovebit3r]

I FULLY AGREE.

[lovebit3r]

STALKER!MATT paired with BARISTA!READER..

Every Saturday morning, Matt would always come Into the coffee shop and spot you immediately, working behind the counter, a huge smile on your face every day, talking sweetly to costumers and always being polite, he’s always loved that about you, he adored everything about you. Even though you don’t always see him, he can always see you.

A/N: hey guys! This is my first time writing something and Ik it’s very small and probably confusing but I hope you like it ! - 🦈

[lvrsturniolo]

while the Sturniolo fandom is FULL of love and support, some of the fandom is getting SERIOUSLY out of hand—and although it’s terrible that this even needs to be spoken of, id feel horrible if I didn’t speak out on it, so you can just scroll if you don’t wanna hear <3

The fans who think it’s okay to show up at the boys homes or places they’ve been just because they found them are NOT fans, they’re stalkers. That is criminal behavior. It’s genuinely disturbing and disgusting to invade someone’s privacy like that, and if you haven’t already, you should absolutely file an anonymous report to the police!! You have enough info on these girls to be able to do so, and although I cannot speak for the boys, I’m sure they’d appreciate it!!

This kind of obsession puts everyone involved in danger—both the triplets and the people stalking them. It only takes one unstable person for something to go terribly wrong!!

These guys can’t even feel safe in their own homes anymore. A home is supposed to be your safe space—NOTTT a place where you’re constantly put under the fear of being watched. Let them live. Being a fan does NOT and NEVER WILL entitle you to their personal lives.

THEY DO NOT WANT YOU. Making yourself believe things like this, not only could cause harm to them if you try to act on it— but could cause harm to you for creating that false sense of reality for yourself. you are not a fan, you’re obsessed. get help.

do NOT show up to their home.

do NOT try to FIND their home.

do NOT post photos of their home on social media.

do NOT send them things like door dashing and stuff like that— that’s genuinely terrifying!

thank you, love you, ty for listening to my rant <3

[chrisssiren]

『 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔—𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 』

𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @bernardsbendystraws

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉 ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ pet names ⋆ this is not related to furry ⋆ pound town ⋆ prone bone ⋆ headlock ⋆ slight choking (?) ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ big dick!chris ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ overstimulation (f!) ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie ⋆ did I mention breeding kink? + more.

𝒘𝒄: 𝟏.𝟓 𝐤

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this might not be everyone’s cup of tea but i used to read 18+ bl manga and i’ve seen this typa trope a lot and i dunno i got inspired by it i guess lol

𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅: english is not my first language!

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: waking up one morning to find out your boyfriend grew bunny ears and tail overnight leads to you and him going at it like rabbits.

The morning sun filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds of your room, falling onto Chris’ face and making him stir. His arm instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he nuzzled his face deeper into your hair, as if to hide from the warm rays of the summer sun.

His movements stirred you awake, eliciting a small groan from you. You slowly turned around to face him, eyes still closed, throwing a leg over his hip. You were going to go back to sleep but your ankle grazed over a fluffy—almost fur like, warm ball.

Wait, what?

Your eyelids fluttered open and you blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the light. Your brows furrowed when your eyes zeroed in on an unusual sight.

"What the fuck...?" You mumbled sleepily, slowly sitting up.

Chris slowly began to wake up when he didn’t feel your warm body curled up beside him. Yawning softly, he sat up, stretching his arms over his head before turning towards you with one eye partially open and the other still closed.

"You okay?" Chris rasped, voice heavy with sleep.

"Yeah..." You breathed out, eyes still glued to the top of his head. "I’m... I’m alright but... that- are those bunny ears? Were you wearing those last night?"

Chris’ sleepy expression morphed into one of confusion, both of his eyes now open and staring at you like you were speaking nonsense.

"Bunny ears?" He asked, as puzzled as you.

"Yeah, bunny ears..." Your voice trailed off when you saw one of the snow-white bunny ears on your boyfriend’s head twitch.

Your hand slowly reached up and tentatively touched the ear, flinching when it twitched again. Chris seemed to have felt it physically – a shudder running through him at your touch – as if the ear was attached to him.

After further inspection, you found out that it wasn’t just some role-playing prop but actual bunny ears and he wasn’t playing a prank on you like you initially suspected.

"This is some crazy shit- I actually grew bunny ears... and a tail." Chris shook his head, laughter beginning to bubble in his throat at the pure absurdity of it all as he rubbed his face with his hand.

A soft "pfft" escaped him and laughter immediately followed. You watched him with a reluctant smile, unable to keep a serious face as his infectious laughter filled the room.

"Chris!" You whined, barely holding back a chuckle of your own. "Take it seriously! I mean, you have literal bunny ears and a tail attached to you... This is not funny."

"What are we gonna do about this? Get it removed? Or-"

"Nah, I think I’ll keep it—looks good on me, no?" He cut you off, grinning playfully.

"What are you saying- Chris!"

You shrieked in surprise when he suddenly pounced on you, successfully cutting off your words. You squirmed when he began to tickle you, but it escalated rather quickly when his touch morphed into something more sexual.

"I feel soo horny right now..." Chris rasped, nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling your sweet scent, pressing soft kisses on the sensitive skin there.

"Maybe it’s because of my morning wood... Or could be because I’m basically half rabbit right now." Chris chuckled lowly against your neck, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You know what they say—rabbits have crazy sex drives."

"Wanna find out if it’s true?"

"Ch-chris-- oh, oh—mffh—my god!" You cried out, nails digging into his forearm and biceps as he plowed into you from behind, his arms holding your head in a headlock to prevent you from moving away.

Your hips were pushed into the mattress with each of his deep, quick thrusts—literally getting fucked into the bed.

"Fuuckk, your pussy feels so fucking good." Chris growled softly against your ear, his hot breath and grunts making your skin break out in goosebumps.

"Taking my dick soo good—such a good girl. My sweet girl."

Your brain turned to mush, mindless babbles of how good his cock feels spilling out of your mouth along with your desperate moans as you got closer and closer to another orgasm.

You can’t even remember how many times you’ve come. Hell, you couldn’t even think clearly, too consumed by the feeling of Chris’ hefty length dragging across your velvet walls to form a coherent thought.

"Fuck, ma, your pussy’s s’fucking greedy ain’t she? Squeezing me like she doesn’t want me out... So tight—haah—can barely move." He chuckled breathlessly, amusement evident in his tone.

His dirty talk barely registered in your mind, your body twitching and shuddering from overstimulation, eyes rolling back and drool leaking out from the sides of your mouth as you struggled to breathe due to how good he was fucking you.

He was so deep; deep enough for it to hurt—in a good way.

"H-harder-- please, please harder— Ahn!" You let out a loud, startled moan when Chris complied with your request and began to fuck you faster and deeper, his arm tightening around your neck and making you feel lightheaded.

"Cum--cumming— D-don’t stop, please don’t stop! I need it-"

Your desperate mewls spurred Chris on, making him fuck you like he meant it.

His bunny ears and tail bounced and plopped subtly with each slam of his hips against yours, his thick cock plunging in and out of your poor, oversensitive pussy—still leaking his previous releases.

"Haahh..." Chris let out an airy chuckle, the sound raspy and deeper than usual. "Yeah? You gonna come again and again for me? Be a real good girl and let me fuck your brains out huh?"

You could only nod and moan out a breathless "y-yes".

"Good girl." Chris whispered breathlessly against the shell of your ear, his cock mercilessly bullying your sopping wet cunt.

"I want you to feel my dick still buried deep in this pretty pussy tomorrow... Fuck, I’m close too, gonna fill you up again and again—make you carry my babies." He groaned, burying his face in the crevice where your shoulder met your neck, as he continued to fuck you like a man possessed.

"C’mon, angel, fucking give it to me."

His voice paired with the intense pleasure of his tip hitting just the right places inside your gummy walls sent you over the edge with a choked scream, your mouth opening in an "o" shape and eyes rolling back in ecstasy as your inner walls milked Chris’ length.

Chris shuddered at the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around his shaft, gritting his teeth to somewhat muffle his moans but failing miserably as the lewd noises still slipped out anyway.

"Holy sh-shit-- m’cumming again! I’m filling you up so much... Wanna make you pregnant." His hips still rutted against your ass, his hard length pistoning in and out of your abused pussy despite him just climaxing.

"I need more—need to make you a mama. My pretty girl needs to become a mom, don’t you?" He cooed softly, the gentleness in his voice contrasting starkly from the fact that he was destroying your pussy.

FWOP!

SQUELCH!

PLAP!

The wet smacking of his hips meeting your ass mixed with the lewd sounds of his cock jackhammering in and out of your already full pussy, filled your ears, making everything more stimulating than it already was.

A few more thrusts and Chris was coming, moaning lowly as he unloaded yet another load of his pearly white semen deep inside your eager and welcoming pussy.

You thought he was done, but that wasn’t the case—not at all.

"M’not done with you, ma... Or are you too tired? Too sensitive? Want me to stop?" He asked, concern creeping in his voice when he saw how thoroughly fucked you looked.

Chris’ brows raised in surprise when he saw you quickly shake your head no—even begging him to continue. He can’t say he expected that answer but it sent a surge of unadulterated desire through him.

Well, who is he to disobey his pretty girl who’s letting him breed her?

And so, he began to fuck you again, his hips moving with renewed enthusiasm, and his mind set on making you the mother of his children just like he promised.

You and Chris fucked like rabbits all day.

Everything seemed like the perfect place to do it; spread across the kitchen island, pressed against the living room window, bent over the washing machine, on the kitchen counter, standing up, so on and so forth.

You were exhausted by the time it was evening. It’s not like you fucked nonstop, you did take breaks, but Chris’ stamina was almost terrifying—his need to breed you having doubled due to the primal instinct that came with having features of a rabbit.

The next morning, however, the bunny ears and tail were gone as if it was never there, but the pictures he took while fucking was enough proof that it wasn’t just some mutual hallucination—rather something very much real.

Fin... But is it truly over?

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[lovebit3r]

I’m in absolute heaven.

[lovebit3r]

HELLO?? DILF!MATT? 😍

[sturnsbeer]

can we all just hug💔💔

[leoslaboratory]

silky black ribbon

chris version

tonight, matt was at your mercy.

wrists bound to the arms of his desk chair with a silky black ribbon, his body tense beneath you, his dick buried deep, twitching inside you, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

and fuck, you were milking it.

rolling your hips slow, teasing, deliberate, your warm brown skin gleaming under the dim light of his desk lamp. the thin straps of your dress had already slipped down, the fabric bunched at your waist, your tits bouncing with every single movement.

matt’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against the restraint.

"shit—" he hissed, head tipping back, jaw clenched, muscles tight.

he was trying.

trying to let you have this. trying to let you feel like you were the one in charge. but you weren’t making it easy. not with the way your soaked pussy clenched around him, squeezing just right every time you sank down. not with the way you dragged your nails down his chest, purring, "what’s wrong, matty? not used to just sitting back and taking it?"

his jaw ticked. his hands twitched.

you smirked, rolling your hips even slower, feeling how badly he wanted to thrust up, to grab you, to ruin you."bet you wanna touch me so bad, huh?" his breathing staggered. his muscles tensed."bet you wanna flip me over and fuck me stupid, huh?"

a low, dangerous growl rumbled from his chest.

his fingers flexed against the silk. his biceps bulged. still, you pushed.

leaning in, your lips ghosted over his jaw, teasing, taunting. "poor thing," you cooed. "tied up, all worked up, can’t do a damn thing about it."

then—you wrapped your hand around his throat.

firm. claiming. daring.

matt froze.

his breath caught, his thighs tensed beneath you, his fingers curling into fists where they were bound. you felt it—the way his pulse pounded beneath your palm. the way his chest rose and fell faster, heavier.

your grip tightened.

"can’t even fight back, huh?" you leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "guess i really do own you tonight." that was it.

a deep, animalistic snarl.

a sharp, violent yank.

the ribbon ripped.

before you could breathe, matt's hand was already around your throat. barely had time to gasp before he lifted you off him effortlessly, one arm locking around your waist, the other squeezing your neck as he carried you to the bed.

"oh, you are so fucking stupid."

his voice was low, wrecked, dripping with disbelief.

"you really just choke me?"

your back hit the mattress.

before you could even think, his hand was pressing you deeper into it, fingers firm around your throat. "you must’ve lost your fucking mind, baby." he hovered over you, eyes dark, wild, completely unhinged.

"you really thought you could pull that shit and not get your shit fuck up?" his dick, thick, twitching, soaked from being inside you, pressed against your dripping cunt.

"fuck no, sweetheart."

his grip on your throat tightened. "you were real bold a second ago—what happened?"

"talk that shit now."

before you could answer, before you could even breathe— he slammed into you.

hard.

a wrecked moan tore from your throat as your body arched off the bed, your nails digging into his arms.but matt didn’t let you move. didn’t let you breathe. didn’t let you think. he fucked into you, fast, deep, merciless—like he had something to prove. like he needed to remind you who really ran this shit.

"thought you were in charge, huh?" he gritted out, his hand still wrapped tight around your throat. "matt—oh my god—"he laughed.

low. rough. mean."where’d all that attitude go, sweetheart?"

his hips snapped forward, slamming into you so deep you almost screamed. "still wanna tease me? huh?, still wanna be a little brat?"

your nails clawed at his arms, your body shaking beneath him.

matt leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "that’s what i thought, your fucking ruined you."

his pace turned even worse.

every stroke hit deep, knocked the air from your lungs, made your thighs tremble.his fingers tightened around your throat just enough to make your head spin, just enough to leave you lightheaded, breathless, at his mercy now. "gonna cum for me, baby?" his voice was low, teasing, dripping with power. you sobbed, nodding frantically, your walls clenching so fucking tight around him. "yeah?" he mocked. "not so mouthy now, are you?"

he grinned, rolling his hips in a way that made you scream. "cum" he demanded, slamming into you harder, deeper. your vision blurred. your back arched. pleasure slammed into you, ripping through your body like a fucking hurricane. your thighs shook, your cunt clenched around him so tight it dragged matt over the edge with you.his breath hitched, his jaw clenched, and then he was filling you up, deep, throbbing, moaning against your throat. his whole body shuddered as your world spun.

and when it was over, when you were panting, trembling, wrecked beneath him, matt just smirked, hand still wrapped around your throat, keeping you pinned.

his cock still twitching inside you.

"next time you wanna choke me?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice dark and mocking.

"you better be ready for how hard i’m gonna fuck you after."

lab data 🥼: tied up matt version u filthy animals , here another reaction pic

divider by @adornedwithlight

[lovebit3r]

I need to be treated like this.

[sturn1uver]