#Neutral!Reader
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a-soft-hornytiny · 2 years ago
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I just did my nails and since my brain is always in the gutter and thinking about ateez I thought- what would be ateez's reaction to their significant other getting their nails done for them and who's mlt ruin them 😏
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Reaction: Getting your nails done for them.
Requested by 🍓 anon
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive
Pairing: Ateez x reader with pretty nails (neutral)
Warnings: none
Notes: Okay this format is a bit weird and new but it works I guess haha reaction and mtl in one
I added some details about what kinda designa you would get for them but im horrible with nail designs so it’s probably bs. Hope its what you wanted hehe
Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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Wooyoung:
all day, all tease
“ohhhh you like me so much???” a lot of sighing
he is happy inside but he gotta do his job and annoy you
and he’s most likely to ruin them because he wants to. kinda wants to prove something. probably what an amazing lover he is xD
But he would pay for the replacement.
and because you knew that you had gotten a simple black design with his initials and some of his lines in their songs
Jongho:
he would notice immediately but wouldn’t say anything because.. idk why tbh
similar to Yeosang you would get frustrated abt it but he’d be like “yeah nah I noticed” .-.
but as he noticed it upsets you he’d be really sweet and shower you in compliments, he just has a hard time putting the gesture in context of importance
that is until he googles how much getting your nails done costs
even if its just a purple sky design like you did for him
when it comes to ruining them tho- that man is probably an absolutely beast in bed.. i assume. they wouldn’t survive for long.
Yunho:
puppy eyes, puppy design (or smth blue)
“for me?🥺 really?🥺” i CANT
takes your hands all the time to kiss your nails
cute as fuck but also kinda too much
which may ruin them
and listen: that man will be most likely be ruining them by making you grab the bedsheet to hard if you get what I mean
Mingi:
“are those for me?” you deny it at first to tease him
“oh come on they gotta beeee” whiny man
really full of himself as soon as you admit it, which is why you didn’t at first
maybe some kind of combination of a princess theme with his favourite colour… cement colour.. (i swear he is such a man)
wants to get matching nails 100%
if he ruins them, it was an accident. but since he is clumsy af it may happen xD
San:
happiest bean, so excited
why do I feel like one half of your nails would be like super serious, beautiful gold black designs and the other half is like.. san memes
like a literal mountain or the muscly cat yk
would be careful not to ruin them at first but as the time goes on he wouldn’t have the control to care haha
Yeosang:
wouldn’t notice at first and you’re kinda upset you had to say something
“Your beauty is so distracting y/n, im sorry I didnt see your nails” ironie and shade
but appreciates it, even tho he has a hard time saying it
he’d be proud that you chose a doberman design instead of a maltese one tho (yes i needa be cliche)
would he ruin them? maybe, maybe not. depends on the position👀
Seonghwa:
admires them when you don’t look
he‘s unsure if you really did it for him but as soon as he finds out he is all blushy and happy
definitely either a sakura, strawberry or star design
and he‘s to careful and tidy to ruin them
only if he’s normal hwa tho, horny hwa wouldn’t give a shit
Hongjoong:
he would adore it SO much
would go on and on about how your nails are perfect and that he feels honoured that he was the inspiration to get them done
i think for him you‘d get like a sunflower or music sheet design and he’d definitely want to get some inspired by you too
also least likely to ruin them because they are just too precious to him
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paranoiddreams · 2 months ago
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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.
You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??
All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.
The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.
You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.
“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.
Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.
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It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡
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kashverse · 2 months ago
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“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”
your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.
“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”
your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.
“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”
your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.
“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”
you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?
but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”
your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.
“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”
the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”
you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.
“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah… you could be something great.”
your cat sneezes.
sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”
he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”
excuse me again???
before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.
he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.
“…i’m gonna eat it.”
you finally lose the battle against your laughter.
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faintrustle · 3 months ago
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CALEB's Back
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solrabi · 6 months ago
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Boxer!Sukuna annoying you while you pamper him.
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If the world knew what Sukuna was up to now, he’d be eaten alive. Emasculated and ridiculed by thousands of his fans that consisted of teenage boys, martial artists and “alpha” podcast bros.
Here he was, sitting in your pink room, wrapped in a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket as you did his skincare. The best sight of all was him (reluctantly) wearing a bunny ear headband to keep his unruly hair out of his face.
“How much more?” the boxer groaned as you poured a hydrating toner in your palm. “This is literally the first product, you giant baby. I’m so glad I noticed your huge pores. I feel I’ve scrubbed off a whole layer of your face with the amount of dead skin that came off after that mask.”
He rolled his eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers. I gotta fight all the time and most of my sparring mates don’t really wash their hands before punching me in the face, ya know?”
“Well, I wish they did,” you say as you massage a vitamin serum in his face. “It’s cold and slimy. I don’t like it.”
“Shut up and let me do my job.”
“I deserve compensation.”
“Pizza’s on the way.”
“Monetary compensation sounds better.”
“I’m already using my expensive ass skincare on you. You’ve sucked me dry of my money.” He chuckled after you said that. You knew what was coming after this. “Sukuna, don’t you dare-“
“Maybe you could suck me dry instead.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You couldn’t believe that the dumbass you’re dating is one of the most feared men in the ring.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You’re so lucky we’re past the first three months of our relationship or I would’ve ghosted you after tonight.”
“Hey!”
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tetriminas · 1 year ago
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dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)
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He leaves you for a man
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holeforzenin · 6 days ago
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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM
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It takes you a few minutes to work up the nerve to do it. You’re standing outside Toji’s bedroom door, shifting on your feet, feeling ridiculous considering you’re fucking grown yet scared like a kid because of some random nightmare. But the nightmare still lingers, the shadows in your room feeling too heavy, a bit too real. You just need… something.
You knock lightly. Silence. You debate turning around, but then there’s a low, groggy grunt from inside. “What?”
You push the door open just enough to peek in. The room is dark but you can make out his large form sprawled across the bed, barely covered by the blanket. His voice is thick and deep with sleep when he mutters, “The hell you doing?”
You hesitate. “Had a nightmare”.
Toji sighs, shifting slightly to look at your silhouette better in the dark. “So?”
You fidget with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. Feeling awkward and embarrassed to even ask. “Can I sleep with you?”
There’s a beat of silence. You’re convinced he’s about to laugh or worse, tell you to fuck off. But then— “Yeah yeah. C’mere kid.” His voice is gruff, but there’s no irritation in it. Just exhaustion and weary.
You don’t waste time, slipping under the covers, and the warmth of his bed immediately makes your body more relaxed and calm. He doesn’t even hesitate— just slings a big arm over you, gently yanking you in against his broad chest with ease. His skin is warm and comforting. You exhale, pressing your cheek against his pecs and resting your head against him while he holds you.
“Better?” he mutters, voice already fading. “Yeah,” you whisper back. He grunts in acknowledgment and then, just as you start to drift off, he starts snoring. Loudly.
You almost laugh but the steady rise and fall of his chest is sooo comforting and relaxing that you would’ve fell asleep even if you weren’t tired. The nightmare feels so far away now that you’re lying with him and being so close in his arms.
And despite the snoring, you fall asleep easily.
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urmomschocolatemilk · 7 months ago
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I 🩷 bikers
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Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off
Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.
Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you
Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out
Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets
Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?
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pinkmelodie · 1 month ago
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Sukunas staring problem ⋆✴︎˚。⋆
pt.2: Sukuna needs to be around you at all times <3
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⊹₊⟡⋆ Thinking about Sukuna whose second pair of eyes never leave you… .
It doesn’t matter if you’re across the hall or right in front of him, he’s always sneaking glances at you. His eyes could be glaring at someone else or have the most disinterested look, but the pair below them would always remain on you with a look you could never fully uncover.
If you ever pointed it out he’d deny it, offended you could even consider that he doesn’t have full control over his body, especially for something so ridiculous.
Yet as soon as you turn away, without missing a beat, you can feel that sharp gaze landing on you again. This had to be on purpose now ..
It had started out a little unsettling, but it had grown to be a comforting feeling you were accustomed to by now. He refused to admit it, but it was the same for him. Always knowing you were safe and hadn’t run out on him.
Whether it be to give you a curious glance, a loving gaze, or just to be sure you were still there with him, Sukuna always kept at least one pair of his eyes on you no matter what—consciously or not.
જ⁀➴ tw:violence
.ᐟ when you walk in on him slaughtering someone, his eyes crazed as he slashes his target with terrifying precision, those bottom eyes flicker to you with a warm gaze so opposite from the one above them that it makes your head reel.
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luviisabella · 8 months ago
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“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.
You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.
You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.
“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.
You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.
You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.
“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.
“Night doll.”
(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)
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cheuby · 2 months ago
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sleeping with simon riley is a chore.
retired/civilian simon riley in mind :) part two found here.
simon sleeps like a rock; a big heavy boulder that has no problem turning over at any moment and rolling lazily on top of you, trapping you under his usually firm muscles that have gone soft from being so lax. you’re lucky that his arms respect the fact that you’re right there, enveloping you as soon as you’re in reach.
and just so naturally, he runs hot. he’s a human furnace and he knows it — working out shows that detail when his face always flushed rosy afterwards, skin glistening and radiating heat like a force of nature. though, he plays coy when he’s sliding two very warm hands into your shorts and wedging them in between your thighs to ‘get warm’, this action becoming a staple of his night time routine.
simon is a blanket gripper, maybe potentially (unintentionally) blanket hogger as well. sure, sometimes he sleeps stationary — back pressed flat to the mattress, arms untucked from the blanket surrounding to fold over his chest as if he’s laying in his own personal tomb — but, other times, he’s just gripping onto the blanket as if it’s an emotional sleep support. and god forbid he decides in his sleep to turn over with the duvet whilst he’s gripping it, he might just take the blanket draped over your side of the bed and you along with it.
simon who can’t keep himself from curling into you if he’s holding you in his sleep. he’s almost like a cat when sleepily or unconscious, burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing your back to the broad of his chest, and nuzzling his cheek into your hair when he stirs just a little from sleep. his arms, as thick with muscle as they are, are closed around you like an iron brace, sealing your fate of being in his personal teddy bear for a good 4-6 hours or more.
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luvbabydoll · 25 days ago
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john price never expected much from retirement. peace and quiet, maybe a drink at the bar in the evening, and the occasional fishing trip to keep his hands busy. but what he didn’t expect was you.
he first saw you at the local café, where you’d waltz in wearing little sundresses, always with a book in your hands, always smiling at the staff. a sweet little thing—too young for him, too pretty, too full of life. but you had a habit of looking at him, big eyes lingering a little too long, lips curling when you caught him staring back.
it didn’t take long after that.
one drink turned into two, turned into his hand resting on your thigh, turned into him murmuring in your ear, low and rough—“let’s get out of here, love.”
you barely made it through the door of his place before he had you against the wall. his hands were big, rough from years of work, gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from something deeper, something darker. but when you whined, arching up against him, his restraint snapped.
price fucked you like he had something to prove.
like he needed you to feel him, needed you ruined and wrecked and too dumb to think of anything but him. he had you on your hands and knees, dragging out those sweet, needy sounds from your throat until you weren’t sure if you were moaning and mewling.
“you take it so well,” he grunted, palming your ass, watching the way you trembled under him. “little thing like you, stretched around my cock—”
your nails scraped the sheets as you whined, pushing back into him. “p—price—”
his hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "john, love. s’john to you now.”
and fuck, you liked that. you liked the way it sounded, the way it felt, warm and thick on your tongue as you gasped it over and over, sobbing it into the pillow when he pressed down on your back and fucked you deep.
when it was over, you should’ve left. should’ve gathered yourself, slipped out before he could say anything, made this nothing more than a memory.
but when he moved to get up, you made a soft, breathy noise and curled around him, clinging like he might disappear if you let go
"where you goin’?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
john exhaled through his nose, looking down at you. his hand hesitated before settling on your hip, big and warm.
"nowhere, love," he murmured, giving you just enough to keep you holding on.
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kashverse · 2 months ago
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the first time it happens, sukuna doesn't even react.
your daughter, a tiny little thing with a head full of wild hair that looks just like his but with your color, storms up to him while he's adjusting his tie. she's got a determined look on her face, a plastic figurine clutched in her tiny hands—a sonny angel doll, of all things.
"papa, hold," she demands, her chubby fingers working to shove it into the breast pocket of his pristine, custom-made suit. he looks down at her, red eyes blinking slowly. then he looks at you, standing off to the side, barely holding back your laughter.
"what is this?" he asks flatly.
"sonny angel," your daughter says like it's obvious. "he's cute. for you."
you make a choked noise behind your hand, and sukuna exhales through his nose. his baby girl, his tiny menace, is standing there with all the confidence of someone who has never been told 'no' in her life. because, well. she hasn't. so what does he do? he lets her shove the damn thing in his pocket. adjusts it a little so it's sitting neatly, because if he's going to have a tiny cherub-faced baby figurine sticking out of his suit, it's at least going to look intentional.
"happy?" he asks.
his daughter beams at him, gives his pant leg a firm pat like he's done a good job, then scurries off to continue whatever other toddler nonsense she was up to before this. you’re wheezing in the corner.
"don't say a word," he warns, fixing his cuffs.
you grin. "i didn't say anything."
cut to his meeting later that day. sukuna walks in like he owns the place (because he does), radiating his usual aura of dominance and unrelenting authority. his executives are already seated, tense and ready, knowing full well that sukuna does not entertain idiocy. but today? today there is something new. today, nestled neatly in the breast pocket of his three-piece suit, is a tiny, plastic baby figurine wearing a duck hat.
the entire room freezes.
one poor soul, likely new and unaware of how the corporate hierarchy works under sukuna, makes the grave mistake of letting out the faintest, almost imperceptible snort.
sukuna turns his head very slowly.
"who the fuck just laughed?"
silence. absolute, suffocating silence. the man looks down at his notes as if they might save him from impending doom.
sukuna leans back in his chair, tapping a clawed finger against the conference table.
"anyone else got something to say about my sonny angel?"
no one breathes.
good.
he conducts the rest of the meeting as if nothing is out of place, occasionally adjusting the little doll in his pocket like it's just another part of his attire.
by the end of the week, rumors have spread. no one dares to question the sonny angel. entire powerpoint presentations are given with the utmost professionalism while a tiny, smiling cherub peeks out of sukuna’s suit.
by the end of the month, it becomes an unofficial rule of the office. mock the sonny angel? fired. make a comment? fired. even looking at it for too long earns you a pointed glare.
and by the end of the quarter, the entire upper management team has started discreetly wearing their own sonny angels in solidarity. your daughter, completely oblivious to the corporate chaos she has caused, simply continues her toddler life, happy and content in the knowledge that her papa always carries her gift with him.
and sukuna? well. if having a tiny plastic baby in his pocket means seeing his little girl’s delighted grin every morning, then so be it.
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faintrustle · 3 months ago
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LADS developers survived the hardest computer college, only to end up coding CALEB.
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minimiance · 9 months ago
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Ghost who fucks NASTYYYY, he gets so sweaty and he’s licking the tears off your face, licks away sweat on your neck.
NASTY!! Has got you in a tight grip, one arm wrapped around your throat and the other wrapped tight around your waist to move your body against his as he thrusts harshly. Can barely moan because you feel like he’s stealing all the air from your lungs.
Licks your teeth until you open up and let him kiss you. Barely lets you breathe between kisses. When he gets close he just starts to thrust harder. Going as far as to get a foot on the ground for better leverage to pound into you.
Finally cums inside of you, rubbing you until you cum too. Loves the overstimulation of you squeezing around him after he’s painted your insides. Lets out the closest thing he could to a whine from the feeling, pressing his body as tightly against you as he can while he bites into your shoulder.
God he’s so gross and nasty i love him….
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simonz-angel · 27 days ago
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enemies to lovers… n yearning simonnn 😣
his fingertips glide, slipping down over the soft of your waist. and his lips press, press down right above your belly button. it’s sweet, the way he tastes your silk skin, letting his lips caress and pucker.
“what do i have to do?” he breathes, looking up at you from the carcass his lashes cast around his sugary, honey brown eyes. his knees ache, tendons and bones stinging against the hardwood flooring, but it’s the last thing in his mind, his chest tightening in a yearning pain. “tell me, i’ll do anything.”
you smile down at him, pulling his head further back when you cup a hand beneath his jaw. n his fingers tighten, fisting at the material of your loose shirt, pulling it up further over your ribs. he wants to cry, scream and throw a fit. it’s all too much, so much hidden beneath the anger, the disgust, something that morphed into a deep longing of love.
“i just want you to apologize, simon, to me.” and you push his lips to the open column between your hips.
and his lips smear over your skin, spilling apologies in tight gasps, like his lungs tighten and restrict over emotion. it’s blubbering, fingers grabbing and pulling at your hips, kissing over your skin in a disgusting mess of words.
“i’m so sorry,” he finishes, “for everything.” and his teeth snag at the waistline of your jeans, nose bent against your lower belly, nails cutting their way into your back as he holds your shirt up. “you’re all i want, please.”
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