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nymphomatique · 1 year ago

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Thinking about reader getting rejected by some guy and she gets drunk and loser nerd miguel is there to comfort her and she is like "miggy you are so much better than him!!" (She won't admit she said that when she is sober) and she is crying and saying embarrassing stuff she likes about miguel while he is trying his best to comfort her. Things like "i actually think the glasses are so cute" "i love how smart you are, always so helpful" and it escalates into things like "i love sitting on your face and seeing the glasses fog up" "your dick is big for a nerd, i love sucking you off" etc. And Miguel is like 😳

she is finally here!! had a blast writing this one 🤭

cw: drunk reader, reader gets rejected and gets shitfaced, miguel being a sweetie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, erm like pantie sniffing? 😭 idk, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting (because why wouldn’t there be it’s me whose writing this), slightly drunk sex (can be considered dubcon), switch miguel??, undercover feelings if u squint🕺🏽i think that’s it lmk if i miss smt. and as usual, not proofread ❤️ enjoy my luvvies

wc: 3.0k

your head was pounding. but that’s to be expected with the excessive amount of alcohol in your system paired with the booming bass of whatever song was playing at whatever club you were at.

you felt so disoriented. at the beginning of the night, you wouldn’t have shown up if you had known what was going to happen. you came out tonight with your sorority friends because you had your sights set on hobie brown. tall, lanky, and fucking gorgeous. all night, you had done your best to push your tits up in your skimpy dress and sway your hips to the song that had been playing at the club to no avail. he left you alone, feeling high and dry to hook up with one of your friends instead. seeing him make out with her in the shared booth you had all pitched in for bad made you feel slightly insecure. was there something wrong with you? you had chosen not to dignify that question with a verbal answer but rather with shots of tequila, and that had been 4 shots ago.

your head was spinning, and you felt so so warm in the club. in this moment you found yourself thinking of one thing only, miguel. you hated yourself for it. and when a mysterious double shot of vodka had appeared in front of you, the bartender saying some guy had payed for them with you, you downed them no question. the burn in your throat quieting the burn in your mind. but only temporarily. you can’t stop thinking about him. his curly brown hair, his plump lips, his cut nose, his eyes, and those glasses he wears. you find yourself missing him in this moment, yearning for him to make you feel better. you’re ready to go home.

you push yourself away from the bar counter, and the push sends you reeling backwards and onto your ass with an “oof!”. with the strobe lights, loud music, and moving bodies, you were nothing in the sea of movement and stimulation on the floor. you figure the floor is your best option at regaining some sense of orientation, so you pull your phone out and order yourself an uber home to the best of your ability. through your hazy vision, you open your messages, scrolling through your contacts until you find the one you’re looking for, under the name ‘four eyes’. without thinking, your thumbs start moving, and you’re pressing send periodically.

you figure you’re done, and you brace yourself to get up and navigate through the sea of bodies ahead of the exit.

in his dorm at his desk, miguel sat quietly studying for his upcoming molecular biology quiz, when his phone starts to buzz.

my love <3

1:22 am. — r y awsje

1:22 am. — awake

1:22 am. — my roon in 15

1:23 am. — pls

miguel looks at his phone, trying to decipher whatever gibberish you had been typing. he figures you mean to meet him at your dorm, a little escape between you two at this time of night wasn’t unusual, but never initiated like this. miguel bookmarks his page in his textbook before closing it, grabbing some water and ibuprofen with him before he makes his way to your dorm.

when he arrives, he sees you on the floor leaning against your door, barely awake. you perk up however at miguel’s footsteps, your eyes fluttering open and a small smile plastering across your face. “miguellll,” you exclaim, throwing your hands towards him. “dunno my room code. piggy back me!” you giggle, rather loudly at that. miguel smiles a bit, walking over briskly to shush you. “okay baby, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?” he smiles, taking you in so.. free. happy.

a smile graces your lips, eyes hazy and blinking, hair messy and unkept like the clothes you wore, but to miguel you were as beautiful as ever, even at your most unguarded. he watches you with a smile, knowing this will be the last time for a good while he’s going to see you like this. he kneels, placing an arm at your back, scooping under you arms, the other arm at the back of your knees. with a swiftness, he steps back up with you in his harms with no sweat, and as drunk as you are damn do you find it hot. your face burries itself in miguel’s pectoral, covered by his soft grey sweater.

you breathe him in quietly as your head the buttons to your room door beep and your handle twist somewhere distant. all you can think about is miguel. as drunk as you were, your eyes would always find the time to focus on him. the way butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw him walk towards you in his plaid pyjama pants and his loose sweater, glasses atop his head. he looked tired as ever, probably busy studying quantum mechanics or something. yet, here you were in his string arms. miguel, miguel, miguel. you look up at him as he walks you to your bed, and you catch a look at his resting face. he naw tense and sharp, lips pursed, brows bushy and furrowed, his brown eyes sharp and attentive. you’ve never seen him like this. you like seeing him like this. your hand creeps up to his jaw, tracing the muscle and vein, in brief brushes as miguel finally sets you down on your bed.

you’re sat with your back parallel to the wall the length of your bed sits along, head leaning back and reeling in the coolness of the painted wall.

“you enjoy yourself back there?” he teases, smiling softly at you, beginning to undo your necklace clasp. you smile sheepishly, feeling warm and embarrassed you let yourself get caught staring and touching him like that. “s’okay. you know i love it when you touch me.”

and there it is. the sharpness and the bite in miguel that you’re not used to seeing, the miguel who makes your stomach burn with a look, makes your chest pound by saying things like ‘i love it when you touch me.’ he’s long gone from your neck, his nimble fingers at your wrists, unclamping your bracelets and slipping off your rings, placing an occasional kiss on your knuckles. and you sit in silence as he takes care of you, stripping you ever so slightly more bare than you were before, not just physically.

you watch and see the attentiveness in his moved, how he’s careful with you. he moves to take your shoes off next, kneeling as he does so. the begins to unbuckle one strap of your heel, focus built in his face as he does so. he pulls your shoe off, massages your foot, up to your ankle, up to your calf, stopping right as the burning you feel on your skin begins to pick up. you break the comfortable silence with the whisper of his name from your lips.

“yes, my love?” he hums, rubbing soft circles in your calves.

“you’re so good to me. make me really happy,” you murmur.

“yeah? you make me happy too.”

“not just that,” you begin, perking up a bit from your slumped posture. “you’re really smart. makes you really attractive.”

he keeps rubbing soft circles into your supple skin, but this time he’s looking up at you, a slight redness to his cheeks. adorable.

“you’re big n’strong too. carryin’ me like that to my bed,” you giggle. you lean forward, your face a few inches closer to miguel’s. “made my pussy fuckin’ wet,” you whisper at him, leaning back against the wall to watch him, a stunned look on his face. “my other shoes not gonna take itself off.”

miguel doesn’t let your comment phase him, at least beyond the physical sense, as he moves to take your other shoe off. and he repeats. unbuckle, massage, foot, ankle, calf, thigh- thigh? you watch miguel quietly, his hands rubbing and kneading into the meat of your lower thigh. higher and higher his hands creep, until they’re sitting right below the rolled-up hem of your dress. miguel looks up at you, waiting for a sign, an order. wordlessly, you let your legs spread apart.

miguel takes heed of your cue, and his hands gently trail up your thigh and split at its junction, each of his large hands latched onto your hips. he abruptly pulls you forward, and you let out a small squeak. miguel pays you no mind, his eyes on the prize present between your legs. he burries his strong nose into your clothed vagina, rubbing at your clit a bit and he inhales, moaning at the smell. your stomach tightens a bit and you feel both embarrassed and aroused at his display.

“smell as good as you taste.”

you bite your lip and snake your hand up to the thick head of hair in between your legs, pushing him closer to your panty covered wetness. “quit teasin’ me, you breathe out, miguel’s strong nose prodding at your clit. at your expression he moves to lick a stripe up your pussy, licking up the taste of you from your soaked underwear. you let out a soft exhale, feeling sated at the kitten licks miguel gives you. he trails up your clothed wetness once more, and moves the gusset of your panty to the side, exposing you to him.

ever anxious, you hold in a breath, ready and waiting for miguel. after a beat he finally places his mouth on you, delving between your folds and training up between them to reach your clit, which he sucks into his mouth hard. you can’t help but let out a moan, praising him for his work. “f-feels so good, migs. keep goin’ for me.”

and he does, licking and sucking and thrusting up into you until you’re writhing writhin his grasp and you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm. that is until he pulls away. he’s sat on his haunches, mouth wet and face flushed, lust heavy in his eyes at he looks at you.

“please, mistress, can i make you feel good?”

you lean forward and grab him by his sweater collar, pulling him up to your bed, his face inches from yours. your lips ghost his as you whisper, “you always make me feel good.” you pull him in for a kiss, your lips hot and heavy against miguel’s, swirling your tongues between each others. when you feel void of breath, you break up the kiss, taking a moment to look at miguel until you push him back against the bed, throwing your leg over his hips so that you were straddling him.

“wanna know something else?” you begin, leaning your head down to kiss his cheek. “you always make me cum. with that big dick of yours.” you grind your hips against his, feeling him throb against your pussy even through his sweats. “you always make me cum, even make me wet the bed and squirt. no other man has done that to me.” you continue kissing and suckung his neck, being sure to leave the unmistakable mark of hickeys down his jugular.

miguel moans, his arms tensing and hips jerking up at the sensation and you giggle a bit. “want you to fuck me and make me cum with that dick of yours. hard.” you leave him with your words as you get off him, stumbling a bit, the remaining alcohol in your blood making itself present. you watch miguel, still laying against your bed and you strip for him. you pull your tight dress up and over your head, shimmying it off you until you’re only in your panties. you wore no bra.

at the sight, miguel gulps and raises off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and sweater in record time, until he’s naked in front of you. you peel your panties off of you, throwing them at miguel’s face as you walk over to him and push him back into the position the two of you were in once more. you’re sat on top of miguel’s hard length, laughing at his eyes peeking through the gusset of your lacy underwear. “bet you like havin’ my panties on your face,” you tease, running your hands up his chest, ghosting his hard nipples. he lets out a sharp inhale and you roll your eyes, grabbing your underwear off of miguel’s face. “open,” you command, and his jaw unhinges without a spare moment. you ball up the lace fabric in your hands and shove it in his mouth, biting your lip at seeing miguel like this.

“you’re so fucking sexy, especially now that you can’t talk.”

you decide you’re done teasing, ready to finally satisfy yourself, and you lift you hips up. “put it in yourself,” you tell miguel, and a muffled sigh comes out of his mouth as he grabs his cock, aligning it with your wetness. miguel’s eyes close and his hips jerk up, his fat tipping pushing through you. miguel grabs your hips, squeezing and his keeps going, pushing the entirety of his length within you. you moan, the stretch burning so good along with the slight rush of liquor running through you. you feel hot and lightheaded, and good. so good. when miguel is fully sheathed in you, you don’t give him a moments rest before you plant your hands on his soft pecks and push your hips up to slam them back down.

miguel let’s out muffled curses, and your breaths become to come out faster and shorter as your hips keeping going up and down. “fuckin’ love this cock. s’all mine. don’t ever wanna share you,” you moan out. miguel’s feet plant into your bed and he matches your thrusts, his hands pulling your hips down as he thrusts up into you, causing you to squeal. he’s hitting you deep and hard and you don’t know how long you can take it like this. in the midst of it all, one of miguel’s hands leave your hips to make its way to your clit, rubbing your swollen bud. your body tenses and shakes, and your feel your orgasm build itself up quickly.

“g-gonna cum,” you moan out, looking at miguel. you already find him looking at you, his face in utter ecstasy. your underwear in his mouth is darkened from his saliva, his forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair strewn across your sheets. he makes your stomach clench, and you feel yourself shake from your orgasm. miguel doesn’t let up, he’s still fucking you and prodding your clit. he’s determined to make you squirt, just like you told him to.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, i’m- ah!” you babble, your brain beginning to fog. your first orgasm doesn’t even let up when you feel a second one hit you, and a groan leave miguel at you tightening and leaking around him. “h-hurts to good, please don’t stop baby please please please.”

he has you begging, the pleasure feeling too much. he’s still not done yet, his determination to make you squirt keeping him going. he flips you both, so that you’re laying against the bed, with him kneeling above you. you’re in such a deep haze that you don’t even realize until you hear miguel speak. he took your panties out of his mouth.

“gonna soak me? i need it, baby. you can do it, huh?” you hear him in your ear. your legs are over his shoulders and he’s pistoning into you and you just can’t. your head falls to the side when you feel a pressure build in your abdomen and you think you did it. liquid spurts from you, soaking you sheets and miguel’s stomach, and he lets out the deepest groan at the feeling. he’s still fucking you, hard thrusts and skin slapping. you feel light and you don’t know how much more you can take until miguel comes, and your hand weakly pushes at his stomach.

“move your hand, baby.”

you moan, the overstimulation becoming too much, and miguel assures you he’s close, almost there baby, hold on for me, yeah? and you do, you hold on even though you feel like his dick is in your throat and you’re gonna pass out if he keeps fucking you like this. you swear your prayers are answered when his thrusts slow, his moaning becoming erratic and loud.

“fuck baby, m’cumming. so good for me, mommy, so fuckin’ good.”

his warm seed fills you up and his thrust still, your back arches at the feeling and a small stream of liquid gushes from you again with a heavy moan. “fuck baby, you still squirting f’me” miguel groans. he pulls out of you slowly, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. when he’s finally removed from yoh, you close your eyes, feeling a kiss to your forehead and sleep pulling a cover over you.

the next morning, you wake up with a blistering headache and a soreness to your body that just pisses you off, more than the sun peeking through your blinds. you groan as you get up, your sheets falling off of you and you see you’re in a grey sweater. huh.

you turn to your bedside table and see that it’s 10:37 am, with a glass of water and two white pills next to it. you reach for them when you hear your room door open, and none other than miguel o’hara enters your room. he greets you with a smile and you scowl at him, noticing the bag of fast food in his hands.

“brought breakfast for you. thought you would, um, be hungry.” he says. you look at him, the scowl leaving your face, and you feel the itchings of a smile poking at your face. if miguel notices, he doesn’t say anything, but he drops the fast food bag on your bed and kisses your forehead, before he disappears off into your bathroom somewhere.

you fucking can’t stand him.

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k-hotchoisan · 10 months ago

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Hi I’m new to your blog but OMG i love your writing 💕💕 if requests are still open, may i request a demon hongjoong one shot where he finds out you have a choking/hand kink 🫣🫣

ur wish is my command!! I like the headcannon of when Hongjoong finds out a kink you have, he exploits it to the fullest extent. I laugh but what if… 😳

Also, Hongjoong genuinely has such pretty hands! Like goddamn!!

As always, enjoy! 🩷

all hands on me

hongjoong x fem!reader

Synopsis: two things that you found out while dating Hongjoong:

1. He’s a fucking demon.

2. You have a choking kink.

Genre/warnings: smut, choking + hand kink, demon! Hongjoong, unprotected sex, corruption kink

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

When you found out your partner was a demon, for some reason, fear was the last thing you felt. If anything, you wondered to yourself, how the fuck you even pulled a demon.

It all started when you felt the lights flicker in your home while you were cuddling with Hongjoong, but you ignored it, making a mental noted to phone the electrician to fix it.

Then it was the sightings of a horned figure from time to time. When Hongjoong went to the washroom, you happened to glance at his silhouette from the bathroom, you swore you saw horns. And when you blinked, it suddenly disappeared. You wondered if your eyes were playing tricks on you.

The weirdest one was when you swore you saw Hongjoong’s eyes flicker from brown to golden for a spilt second. You pointed it out to your boyfriend and he stares at you for a moment, as if pondering something, but he only shrugs it off and teases you for hallucinating what you thought you saw.

All of these has never happened before, up till recently. Panicking wouldn’t help, as much as you were starting to feel a little unsettled, because at least nothing seemed to be happening to you. Especially when all of this started happening with Hongjoong.

Hongjoong is smart, or either that he’s really good at feigning ignorance as your mind gradually melts from the way his lips are burning a trail down your neck.

“Hongjoong-“, you manage through breathless pants, soaking in the gorgeous face who’s eye fucking you just from his gaze when he pulls back.

He hums in response, before he lowers himself to between your legs, sucking and biting against the tender skin of your inner thighs. Suddenly whatever you wanted to tell him doesn’t exist.

The moment Hongjoong flattens his tongue against your endlessly leaking pussy, your mind goes blank. It’s by reflex that you want to close your thighs, but Hongjoong holds them open effortlessly, making sure he tastes every part that leaks out of you.

“I could never get sick of this taste. Your taste”, he sighs, the vibrations of his voice only amplifying the sensitivity you’re already feeling. Your eyes meet his—and you fucking see it, albeit for a spilt second—the quick shift of brown to gold in his pupils. Your breath quickens, but your mind once again short circuits when he’s lapping you up, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, your orgasm just ready to tip you over.

And Hongjoong feels it, the way your thighs tremble, your desperate whines, the melodic cries you’re singing for him, and he lets his face drown in the perfection of your pussy, making sure his tongue violates every crevice he’s able to, and it your fingernails are pressing against his hands as he hastily interlocks his with yours. His gaze locks onto yours, his eyes completely shifted to a golden sheen, and you barely have seconds to process before you tip, your jaw hanging open, eyes rolls back when your orgasm washes over you, your nerves buzzing with dopamine.

Your hips lift as Hongjoong doesn’t let his pace falter—his eyes are dripping with lust that you’re the thing that matters—well, other than his erection that’s just leaking endlessly with precum.

“That’s a good girl”, Hongjoong huffs in satisfaction as he pulls back, licking the corners of his lips stained with your juices that his tongue is able to reach.

You’re panting from your high, as well as the disbelief from what you’re seeing—his glowing, gold eyes.

“I fucking knew it”, you whisper, loud enough for him to hear.

“Knew what?” Hongjoong teases. “Knew something was up with your boyfriend?”

You don’t answer, too entranced by the shimmer. He shifts above you, trapping you beneath him.

“Guess the secret’s out though. It was gonna be a matter of time anyway.”

“What are you gonna do?” You question, despite the fear and desire mixing in you. His usual soft and calm demeanour now a 180 degrees switch.

“What am I gonna do?” He repeats your question. He pauses for a second, before he combs his platinum locks back, and you spot something move—no—grow, from his scalp. A pair of horns begin to sprout. They curl as they grow thicker until they sit atop his head, a jet black in contrast to his bright platinum hair.

You don’t even find the strength in you to feel afraid, because for some reason, it just makes him look all the more delectable. And you think to yourself—what the fuck did you get yourself into?

Hongjoong takes a sharp inhale, as if he was on a morning walk or something, before he pushes his thumb past your lips, which you gladly took despite whatever the hell is happening right now.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re fucked and filled all the way to the brim. I’ll make sure I’ll break you so good, you won’t even remember your name”, he smirks, letting each word he said weigh onto you.

Your heart beats in your ears, because goddamn, you’re fucked. But deep inside, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He rubs his cock teasingly against your sopping folds, the anticipation weighing heavily in the air. He’s thick, and you’re wondering if-

“It’ll fit. It’ll fit in you so nicely, my pretty”, Hongjoong affirms, giving himself small pumps, before he lines himself up to your entrance.

His eyes are almost frenzied the moment his cockhead inches into you. It feels so fuckin warm in there. Hongjoong’s eyes dart to your expression, marvelling the way you’re beginning to fall apart on his cock as he begins to push more inches in. Half way through his hand slips from your mouth to your throat, and he squeezes unintentionally.

Which lures a choked moan, accompanied with your cunt squeezing his cock slightly, letting him fit another inch.

Oh.

“Oh. Now that’s something I didn’t expect”, Hongjoong says, watching you go dumb on his cock as he buries himself right into the hilt with your cunt desperately swallowing him in, your eyes struggling to stay open, still on him. He’s only stilled in you, yet to move, but he shredders in anticipation at how your body will break when he does.

And when his cock starts hitting deeper parts of your pussy while it stretches you out, dragging along your tight walls, your whines are so fucking loud even though it’s partially cut off by Hongjoong choking you, but all the more it only enhances your pleasure.

He releases his grip, wanting to soak in your symphony of moans just for him, and he’s rewarded.

“Amazing. Your cock feels so good”, you blabber pointlessly through the bliss, feeling your body bounce with every thrust Hongjoong fucks into you. You love the way your mind is completely blank—from the fucking, from the choking, from his fat cock.

Hongjoong looks nothing short of satisfied, especially when his fingers climb closer to your jaw, turning your head to face him, adoring the way your eyes are watering, your slow blinks as you slowly lose any ounce of rationale.

“That’s it, that’s the eyes I adore looking at—fucked out and blank. That’s my pretty girl”, he praises as his hands lower onto your throat again, giving it a soft squeeze while he continues to pound into you while he takes advantage of your slacked jaw to devour your lips.

You feel your cunt pulsate and the pleasure builds rapidly the more he presses his cockhead against your spongy spot. He’s seem to feel it too.

“Cumming soon, darling?” He asks, in which you could only squeeze your eyes shut pathetically with your mouth hanging open once more when you feel it about to snap.

Hongjoong chuckles, and uses his free hand to thumb against your clit, giving it circular rubs, and your eyes flutter open, tears streaking down as your toes curl. Your orgasm sweeps through your body, wet pleasure spilling right out of your pussy as your moans bounce off the walls in increasing octaves.

“That’s it. Oh fuck, keep doing that, please”, you whimper, letting Hongjoong draw out your pulsing orgasm as long as he could, watching your body twitch in aftershocks from the overstimulation.

It’s then you feel his cock tighten in you, before he folds your legs, driving his cock even deeper into you.

Your eyes, completely glazed out and only filled with lust stare right at Hongjoong’s. He throws his head back as he bites his lip, groaning about how your pussy is only made for him and how perfect it feels.

“Fill me up, Joong. Need your fucking cum so bad”, you mutter, your hands clawing against his arm.

That certainly snaps something in him, because his smile pulls wide as his gold eyes flicker once more before he sits his cock deep inside you, then filling you up with thick release.

“Such a good pussy. Oh god it feels so good, babe”, he groans, unable to keep his hips still when he jerks into you. He stays in you for a moment before he pulls out, giving your ass a good spank, as he watches his load ooze out of your abused hole when you shiver.

He lets you catch maybe two breaths, before he has you seated on his lap, back against his chest, his hands running up your sides to give your tits attention as you feel his cock grow hard again, brushing against your spine.

He slowly lifts you up, and it’s automatic that your body shifts to be just above his cock before you sink in once more, so easily too, your thighs shaking as you do. His arm hooks around your neck, the other holding your legs apart as your soft whimpers fill the air.

“Good girl. Still so tight and warm after filling you up. It’s not enough right? You need more, don’t you?”

You nod, feeling your mind slip away once more as Hongjoong’s cock continues to impale you from below, cream and cum displaced with wet squelching sounds.

You’re certain that you’re in for a very long night. Yeah, maybe having a demon for a boyfriend isn’t so bad.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 7 months ago

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Heeyyy my first time requesting I read all your works I just wanna say it’s absolutely Amazing 🤩 but I’m here to request hawks x chubby black reader (if you don’t write for him I’m so sorry 😞)

Hopefully you can make it like “smile for the camera” except hawks is like “😳” when he first meets the reader but reader doesn’t like the way he’s staring at her and thinks he’s judging her (but really he’s not he just luvs the reader)

I’ll let you do the rest yourself

Again if you don’t write for hawks then it’s fine ignore the request😁

Stay safe,drink water,and luv yourself😘

As Beautiful as Moonlight (Hawks x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which Hawks tries to show you that you are more than just a conquest and that his stares aren't because he's judging you. They're because he is dying to make you his.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Chubby!Reader; Black-coded!Reader; Fem!Reader; Sexual Tension; Some Alcohol & Drug (Nothing crazy lol just weed); Flirting; Mutual Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing; Missionary; Doggysyle; Sex in the Mirror; Overstimulation; Sloppy Tongue Kissing; Mutual O; Snuggling

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I told you I gotchu! I’m so, so sorry this is so late, anon, but I didn’t want to make you wait any longer for this request. I’ve been so busy with commissions, getting ready for my summer job, AND classes, but this is the least I can do for you. I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the love 🫶🏾🫶🏾 -Jazz

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“What are you lookin’ at?”

Hawks blinks once, coming out of the trance you put him in for about five minutes now…which is as long as he’s been staring at you like a weirdo. Or a dumbass, in his case, anyway.

He can’t blame you for giving him the evil eye as you sit together at the bar while the rest of your mutual friends yack it up over shots and the music playing from overhead. “Huh?” he dumbly asks, his mind having gone to mush in the five minutes he was staring at you.

“I said,” you pointedly repeat, “what are you looking at?” Your hand with your pretty nails wraps around your cocktail glass. Hawks imagines it somewhere else on his body.

“Uh…nothing,” he decides. “Just…” He tries to think quick, hating that he took a hit of a blunt before coming here and downed those two tequila shots before Mirko showed up with you as her work friend.

He isn’t usually like this: so clueless and all fumbly. He is known for his charm and flirtation when it comes to pretty women. You are no different. You’re about the prettiest thing in the bar in your red dress that makes your skin seem so vibrant and wraps around your body.

The fact that you’re a big girl makes no difference to him. He loves how your stomach rolls as you sit down; how your thick, soft thighs squish on the stool you sit on; how you have such an adorable softness to your cheeks. Hawks has never cared about the size of a woman. If he thinks you’re attractive, he’s going to try his luck to scoop you up!

But he’s also never had a woman give him such trouble and a cold welcome like you are now. “You were just starin’ at me because…why?” you pointedly ask, squinting at him, your long lashes framing your pretty, brown eyes. “I know this dress is tight, but you don’t have to stare.”

Hawks simply laughs, pulling the collar of his Armani button-down. “Well, you ain’t really givin’ me a choice in the matter,” he jokes. You scowl at him, earning a sheepish shrug from him. “But since you asked, I’m only starin’ because you’re the most beautiful thing in here.”

He watches as his words process in your head and registers on your gorgeous face. You look shocked at him uttering such words to you, but then that wall that he sees built up around you comes back, shielding you for whatever reason. “Right,” you scoff. “I think those shots have gone to your head…or you’re just tryna fuck.”

You turn away slightly, wrapping your soft, glossy lips around the straw in your glass. Hawks stares, unabashed in his attraction to you, his cock stirring impatiently in his jeans. “Well, I mean, if you’re offering…”

You look back at him with a hard stare that would’ve left him dead if looks could kill. “C’mon!” he laughs. “Can you blame a man for bein’ attracted to a pretty woman such as yourself? Why the pushback?”

He isn’t trying to sleep with you! He just wants to know why you’re so goddamn cold. Is it truly impossible for you to believe that a guy can be interested in getting to know you without having grimy ulterior motives?

You turn to him now, eyes still sharp and indifferent. “Because I know guys like you,” you huff. “You butter me up with your flirting, fuck me for the night, and then never call again. You are a bachelor, after all.”

Hawks states at you, his body becoming hot from such harsh words. “Now why in the hell would I do that?” he asks, honestly offended by such an assumption.

You blink at him, wondering if he’s serious. “Because I’m…” You motion over your body. “Fat. Chubby. Chunky. Whatever the fuck you wanna call me. I know I’m pretty, but guys like you don’t date girls like me.”

You chuckle to yourself, but it’s an empty laugh. Hawks can tell, especially with the way you look at Mirko who is so muscular and toned. She doesn’t have to worry about people judging her, flaunting her body in her skin-tight dress on the dancefloor. He hates to see it, so he does his best to stop it.

“Y/N,” he says, using your name since the first time he met you. It catches your attention immediately. “I don’t want you for a one-night stand. But would I want the chance to touch that body in the privacy of a bedroom? Hell yes!”

You flush at his boldness, looking away from his intense, golden eyes. “But believe it or not, I was thinking more on the “taking you to dinner and getting to know you” side, if you’re okay with that.” He searches your face for a possible yes, but all he sees is your eyes looking away from him even though your body is still turned his way. You seem like you want to say yes, but something is holding you back.

Hawks withers, disappointed, but he won’t push it. “I guess not,” he sighs. “Well, it was worth trying anyway. I’m gonna go get some air.” He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes before getting up from his stool and leaving you be.

He carefully meanders through the throng of pro heroes and regular club-hoppers with his ruby-red wings though people make way for him anyway. He walks to one of the exits and leaves the club’s hot, sticky atmosphere for the cool early-summer air in the alleyway.

He immediately digs into his pocket for his cigarettes, having toned down on nicotine a long time ago, but he still carries them around for stressful or disappointing situations. But as he sticks one of the cigs in his mouth and goes for his lighter, he stops and turns.

There you stand in the doorway, silhouetted by the lights behind you like some curvy, plump angel wrapped in a delectable red dress. “I didn’t know you smoke,” you say, nodding at the cig hanging out of his mouth.

He takes it out from between his lips, chuckling. “Yeah,” he sighs. “You ain’t gon’ tell on me, are you?” You shake your head and slowly walk out into the alley with him. You take something from behind your back: a glass of water with lemon. “I got you some club soda.”

Hawks takes the water, confused at the offer. “So you came out here to keep me company?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You look down at your strappy sandals with your cute, pink-painted toes hanging out of them. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people looking at me without judging me or with lust. I guess I just thought you weren’t serious.”

Hawks nods as he sips the water, his thirst quenched. “I can understand what it feels like to be judged and lusted after.” You stare at him, your eyes as big as the full moon hanging above you. “Really?” you ask, slightly breathless.

He nods wordlessly. Having made mistakes as a pro, people judge him. Having slept around and graced magazine covers, people lust for him. He can’t remember the last time someone really wanted him for just him and looked at him with kindness.

“I can’t say that I know exactly how you feel though,” he apologetically says. “I’m sorry you’ve ever felt that way and the need to protect yourself from others who can’t see beyond your body.”

You seem to know that he means that because you take his glass and drink from it, attaching your lips to the same spot his were on. He watches, his need for you rising. You stare at him over the rim of the glass, your eyes hooded and saying things to him that match his teak and his intentions. “I think I’ll take you up on that dinner date, Hawks,” you say, a slight giggle in your tone. “If you give me a dance.”

You give him a bashful, crooked smile that lights his damn heart on fire. He nods, too afraid to ruin his with his words, and you take his hand in yours, leading him back into the club.

Several drinks, convos, and a dance later that gives him a boner because of how close you are to him, your back pushed up against his front and his hands on your hips, you and Hawks finally get to dance in private hours later when you leave together, much to Mirko’s astonishment.

“Wow, you managed to get her, Hawks?” the Bunny hero gasped while he led you into an Uber. “Damn, you must’ve put a spell on her! I was sure she’d send you packing!” She pulls him close by the elbow and lowers her voice, intimidatingly so. “Just take care of her, understand?” she asks, giving him a stare that would make any man piss his pants. Hawks only nods, promising you mutual friend.

And “taking care of you” he absolutely does. The man makes you cum four times throughout the night at his luxurious penthouse:

The fits time on his couch, coaxing you to bend over and let him massage and spank your plump, soft, jiggly ass that he swears his heaven sent as he plunges his tongue into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy while you moan and toss your behind back into his mouth much to his enjoyment.

The second time is in his bed, your legs pinned down onto the mattress while he tails you, his cock plunging in and out of you and his wings wrapped around you, allowing you to feel safe and comfortable while he dicks you down and makes you gush all over his cock, feeling fetal at the sight of your tummy and tits jiggling, causing him to fill you up.

The third time is when his dick is down your throat and wrapped in your pretty lips while his face is once again buried between your asscheeks, his tongue in your cunt, hungrily lapping at your folds and making you cum again, your moans muffled from his dick lodged in your throat while your delectable pussy spasms in his mouth.

And the fourth and last time (because you physically can’t take another orgasm) is when you’re getting bent over and fucked from behind by Hawks in front of his full-length mirror. His hands hold your hips while his wings wrap around you, physically holding you up because your legs are too weak.

Your hands grip his arms as he pounds into you from the back, creating lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your clir, his firm thighs meeting your asscheeks, and the squelching of his cock plunging deep in your pussy as he fucks you like there is no tomorrow. “F-Fuck, Hawks, right there!” you sob. “Oooh, yes, right there!”

He watches your pretty face contort in pleasure in the mirror, loving how soft you feel pressed against him and how you sound moaning from your soft lips that he’s been kissing all night. “Keigo,” he huffs in your ear. “Call me ‘Keigo’, baby. I don’t wanna be just Hawks with you tonight.”

You nod, moving your hand between your thick thighs to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “Keigo,” you moan. “You’re so fucking good at this!” He smiles, becoming cocky at seeing you lose your mind on his dick. “Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “You love gettin’ this pretty pussy fucked by a pro, don’t you?”

You only moan and whine in response, but that isn’t good enough for a gluttonous whore like Hawks.

SMACK! The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek makes you moan and your pussy tighten around him. “That was a question, baby bird,” he whispers, teasingly sucking on your earlobe.

“Yes!” you gasp, the sensations too much. “Yes, I love it! I love it s-so, so much!”

“You’te not to bad yourself, y’know, datlin’,” he moans. “You’re body is so fuckin’ perfect!” He grips one of your juicy tits as he pounds into you faster, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Look at you,” he demands. “Look in the fuckin’ mirror. Look at that pretty face and perfect body gettin’ fucked.”

You do as he says, looking into his mirror as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to your end. “Oh, God, I can’t!” you lament. “I can’t…K-Keigo, I’m gonna! I’m gonna!” You can’t even finish your sentence because of the pleasure, your lips quivering just like your pussy is around Hawks’ thick cock.

“You gonna…gonna what, baby bird?” he chuckles. “You wanna cum for me again?” You pathetically nod, making him cackle. “God, you’re insatiable!” Bur so is he. He would fuck you all night if he could, but even pros have a breaking point. This second orgasm is going to flood you, he promises.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he begs into your ear, slamming into you harder as you rub your clit. “I’m close too. Rub that little pussy and fuckin’ give it to me, baby!”

It doesn’t take long for him to blow his load inside of you, flooding you with cum that drips down your thighs. His moans and orgasm rigger you, causing your pussy to quiver and flutter around him as you cum. A string of moans of his name and swears leave your lips as you cum, coating his cock in your sticky juices. You wrap your arm around his neck, bringing him into the crook of his neck, connecting you both to this moment of bliss.

“Kiss me,” he demands. You turn your head and do so, your tongues swirling and lips sucking, creating a very messy, sloppy kiss that makes his orgasm feel that much better.

When the amazing feeling finally fades and you come down from your high, Hawks gently pulls out of you, making your pussy spurt out his cum. The sight nearly makes him hard again. “You’ve made a mess on me, baby girl,” he pants. He motions to his cock shining in your cum.

You turn around, your body illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through his balcony window. “I’m sorry, sit,” you giggle, looking up at him through your long lashes. “I’ll clean you right up, I promise.”

You then get on your knees and begin to slurp his clean, your tongue tunning over his shaft and balls. He moans and whimpets at the sensations, biting his lip.

“M’s-sensitive,” he hisses. Though to see you be such a little cockslut for him after being so closed off and cold is a treat indeed. Perhaps it takes the right person to bring that side out of you. Hawks wants to think that this person is him.

When you finally finish, you give him a cute little smile, your brown eyes sparkling. “We need to lie down,” he states and you nod, agreeing. He helps you up and scoops you up before flapping over to his bed. He lays you down on the silk sheets first before lying down beside you.

Both of you lay on your side facing each other, his hand on your hip and yours on his chest. “That was really, really nice, H–um, Keigo,” you softly say into the quiet, dimly lit bedroom. “Thank you.”

He smiles, filled with butterflies at the sound of you using his real name. “It was my pleasure,” he sighs. “Thank you for giving me a chance. So what do you prefer? A steak dinner or Hibachi?”

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips as you lay next to him, as beautiful as the silvery moonlight lighting the bedroom.

THE END.

#hawks x black!reader #hawks x black reader #hawks x you #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #black coded reader #bnha smut #hawks smut #chubby reader

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jackassbrainrot · 2 months ago

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Could we possibly get a bratty Knoxville with a possessive reader? Like the Bam one you wrote 😳

all yours [knoxville x f!reader]

desc: Your dear boyfriend gets a bit too flirty during an interview, whatever shall you do with him?

a/n: finally some knox stuff for you guys!! I've been slacking on knox fics so bad, sorry! but bottom knox lives in my head rent free sooo

warnings: smut, possessive behavior, light bondage, brat taming, unprotected sex, d/s dynamic, johnny calls reader ma'am and he gets called a good boy once

Everyone knew Johnny was a flirt, it was no secret, and you'd been quite tolerant of it, but even you had your limits. He'd been doing press for a new movie he was filming and during a particular interview, your boyfriend seemed to be more interested in the interviewer than the interview. She was absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying that, but the way his eyes raked over her body combined with the seemingly never ending string of compliments pouring out of his mouth made your blood boil. He looked over at you and you could see that he knew exactly what he was doing by that cocky grin plastered on his face, and he knew he was in trouble by the glare you gave him, only making his smile grow wider.

You didn't wait for him to wrap up the interview, heading to your shared hotel room instead, not wanting to make a scene in front of people. You lean on the desk in your room, collecting your thoughts, a million ideas running through your head while you thought of ways to teach your boyfriend a lesson. Lost in thought, you barely registered the click of the door opening, Knoxville walking in with that smug smile still on his face. "Hey, sweetheart." His southern drawl filled your ears as you turned to face him, arms crossed. He came closer, bending down to kiss you before a hand in his hair stopped him, tugging hard and making him groan lightly.

"Can't even kiss my girl?" His tone was dripping with faux confusion but that smile never left his face, looking at you through his bottom lashes, his head held in place by your firm grip, neck slightly bent back. "I don't think you deserve it." You couldn't hide the little smirk pulling at your lips, looking at him with an almost predatory gaze. You finally let go of his hair, shooting him a warning look telling him not to move as your hands drifted down his body. "I don't know where that mouth of yours has been." You said, your fingers slowly unbuckling his Knoxville belt.

You pushed him back onto the bed, pulling a surprised noise out of him, pulling the belt out of its loops as he fell back. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you crawl onto the bed, his deep brown eyes burning with lust. You straddled his lap, pushing him to lie down on the bed fully with a hand on his chest, before pulling both of his arms up above his head. You looped the belt around his wrists, tight enough so he couldn't wriggle out but not so tight as to cut into the skin.

"Now, what are you doin' that for?" He whined, pulling at his restraints, testing them. You could see right through his complaining, knowing he was enjoying being treated like this, or rather, you could feel it through his jeans. "Since you wanted to be greedy, you don't get to touch." You ran your hand down his chest, punctuating the last word by stopping right above his crotch. Another groan left his lips, rolling his hips up before you lifted yours up, denying him the contact. You loved the desperate look on his face, intent on making him suffer some more.

You got up off the bed, making a show of taking your clothes off. His eyes followed your every movement, your hands slowly running down your torso before pulling your shirt off, dropping it onto the floor next to you. Your hand dropped lower, unzipping your pants agonizingly slow, letting them fall down your legs. Your eyes locked onto Johnny's as you reached your hands behind your back, unhooking your bra. A desperate groan slipped from his mouth, those pretty brown eyes pleading. You smiled down at him as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling the last bit of clothes covering you off your body.

"Cat got you tongue?" His whine made you chuckle, crawling back onto the bed, this time between his spread legs, your face hovering over his crotch as you unbuttoned his jeans, taking the pull of his zipper between your teeth. A breathy moan escapes Johnny's mouth as you unzip his jeans with your teeth teasingly, pushing your hands under his shirt and dragging your nails over his abs. You push his pants and boxers down, pulling his dick out and stroking it painfully slow, desperate little noises leaving his mouth.

"Please, ma'am." His voice was wrecked, and you'd barely touched him. "Please what, PJ?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes, taking in the desperate look on his face, his eyes glazed over with lust, mouth agape, trembling breaths slipping past his bite swollen lips. "I need you." The word need was dragged out, so whiney and needy it made you laugh before straddling his lap and lining yourself up with him.

Bracing yourself with a hand on his chest, you sank down slowly, a relieved moan leaving Johnny's mouth. "Fuck, thank you, ma'am." His words were like music to your ears as you started moving up and down, setting a slow rhythm, making sure his dick hit the right spot with every thrust. His breathing was ragged and you could see him straining against his restraints, desperate to touch you. "Only I can make you feel this good, isn't that right, PJ?" Your tone was teasing, with a hint of malice in it as you picked up the pace. "Yeah, fuck, yes ma'am, only you." You smiled down at him, reaching up to where his hands were tied above his head. "Good boy."

With those words, you unbuckled the belt, releasing his hands which were all over you in less than a second. He sat up, his hands touching every bit of skin he could and his lips attaching to your neck. He left open mouthed kisses all over your neck and chest, whispering thank you's into your soft skin. His hand snaked between your bodies, rubbing your clit, making your hips stutter and mess up your rhythm. His dick twitched inside you, both of you so close to orgasm, and you pulled him up into a searing kiss. You came together, moaning into each others mouths as he spilled inside you, both of you shaking from the intensity of your orgasms.

You collapsed on the bed, Johnny's arms wrapped around you as you bodies pressed together, still trying to catch your breath. "You don't have to piss me off to get fucked, you know that?" You asked, glaring at him. "But it's so much more fun this way." That smug smile was back, a little more tired and blissed out this time. You punched his arm lightly, a playful warning. He pulled you into a gentle kiss, pulling you closer to his body so you were pressed chest to chest.

"All yours, darling."

#this was so fun to write actually #haven't written knox in ages #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville

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didyoulookforme · 8 months ago

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pov: you decide matty needs some makeup

this photo always makes me feel things as it is peak shy subby bf matty so some thoughts on that below as i have nothing better to do than mop around now that they’ll be going on a (much needed) break.

warning: 18+, smut mentions. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

okay. maybe there was one time when you went to one of their shows so you were just chilling in the greenroom minding your own business. it was just after soundcheck so there was time to spare and you decide that a makeup touchup wouldn’t be the worst thing. you grab your bag, walking over to one of those cool tables that have the large mirrors and impeccable lighting which makes you feel like you’re a famous person yourself. fancy! anyway, you sit down and take out some of your makeup to use, neatly lining the items down on the surface in front of you. you pull you hair behind your ears so it’s not in the way when you notice in the mirror that matty is heading towards you. the cute bf that he is, he comes up and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck from behind.

“whatcha doin’, my darling?”

“not much. just freshening up a bit.”

“you know you don’t need any makeup ‘cause you’re already fucking gorgeous, right?”

“says you, the most effortlessly good looking human ever.” he snorts and rolls his eyes, but you notice the grin on his face because he’s a sucker for compliments, specially coming from you hehehe.

“you should try it sometime.” he looks confused at your statement. “makeup. you should try it sometime. it’s fun.”

“oh. hmm, never done it before. feel like i’d be rubbish putting it on tbh.” (he would be abysmal at it, i’m afraid)

“well, lucky for you i’m here. sit down, healy. let’s make those fans of yours go absolutely crazy.”

his eyes widen and jaw drops in utter disbelief. “what!? NO absolutely not.”

“c’mon love. pretty please? i bet you’d look damn sexy with some lipstick on.”

“riiiiight.” 😒

“i’ll make it up to you after the show.” 😉

😳 “OKAY FINE” he immediately scoots you outta the chair so he can take a seat lol

you spin him around so he’s facing you, quickly kissing his forehead and lips before you get started. internally you’re flipping out ‘cause, of course, you’ve daydreamed of putting makeup on matty more than once (re: many many many times) before. you pick up three lipsticks from the table and ask him which colour he’d prefer. he tilts his head looking at the shades before pointing at the dark burgundy one in the middle. fuuuuuuuck. okay okay, you didn’t really expect him to pick that one tbh. you'll be fine. sure.

you get your scrambled (dirty) thoughts together and pop the lid off the lipstick, grabbing some of the pigment with a thin brush. you begin by carefully outlining his lips, all while he looks up at you with those soft brown eyes that you cannot get enough of. you can tell that that he’s a bit nervous as he keeps repeatedly tapping his foot. “it’s okay, baby. it won’t take long,” and after a minute or so you’re done with the outline, taking a step back to ensure it looks alright. you’re happy so now it’s time to fill in the rest. sweet matty is still looking up at you as you ask him to slightly open up his mouth to get better access for adding the colour. he obediently does so and it takes everything in you to not drop to your knees in front of him as fuck he looks too damn beautiful for his (your) own good. once again you attempt to set your mind straight and bring the lipstick to his bottom lip, slowly dragging it across as you start to apply the burgundy tint on him. you continue on to the top one until his pretty lips are all now covered with a deep shade of berry which actually complements his skin tone perfectly (but what doesn’t, really?) he closely watches as you lift your thumb and lick the pad a bit before bringing it to the corner of his mouth, wiping away some of the residue. you take a closer look, almost there.

“okay, bear with me here darling, okay?” he nods.

you bring up your pointer finger and slowly put it in his open mouth resting in on his tongue. his eyes widen in surprise but you can definitely see a glint of lust in them. this is too much fun for you.

“close your mouth and suck.”

without breaking eye contact he does as instructed and you SWEAR you heard him quietly moan as you slowly start sliding your finger out of his mouth.

“there, now you won’t get lipstick on your teeth.”

you take your face in both of your hands to look at your handiwork. perfect. you smile and very lightly kiss his lips (as to not ruin them) before you spin him around so he can look at himself. your arms wrap around his shoulders as the both of you stare at his reflection.

“what do you think?”

in usual matty fashion, he blushes at the sight of himself wearing lipstick, the same colour which he’s seen you wear countless times before. also the same colour that has ended up all over his body due to your lips. you notice the gears turning inside his head and kiss his temple in order to try soothe him as you think he’s feeling self conscious at the sight of him wearing makeup. when in reality he’s just flustered because he cannot stop thinking about kiss you all over and marking you as his.

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ngl i could ramble on about putting on makeup on subby matty for hours lol

sorry for the nonsense ramble but thank you if you made it this far :)

#will never get enough of this image #matty healy #bf matty #bf matty blurb #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #matty healy smut #blurb #mw

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kate-les-bridge-stewart · 1 year ago

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I've been having many thoughts about missy and spy!master because of the panels Michelle and Sacha have been doing together so here's some of those for you hehe

As per Michelle and Sacha's opinions on their dynamic together, the sexual energy between the 2 would be off the fucking charts, perhaps even stronger than it was with simm and missy 😳

I just think missy would find dhawan more physically attractive than simm (No offense to John simm of course lol, all 3 of them are GORGEOUS)

Like despite dhawan being debatably more unhinged than simm, something about his overall look in most of his appearances just feels more neat and well groomed than simm

Like dhawans facial hair (excluding the Rasputin thing) was always very well groomed and cleanly trimmed. Meanwhile all of simms appearances always made his hair look at least a little disheveled, especially his goatee

Another thing I think missy would like is dhawans eyes. I'm not sure if the casting director had this in mind when they picked sacha but his eyes lend themselves so well to the masters cunning and manipulative abilities. His eyes are so big and expressive, he can manipulate them to look so soft and genuine and kind. Yet in the blink of an eye he can go from an angel you'd trust with your life to shedding his sheep's clothing to reveal a rabid wolf underneath

Him and missy are a perfect match in that regard since missy also has some stunning eyes herself.

Dhawans eyes are round and large with deep brown irises which lull you into a false sense of trust. Missy's eyes however hypnotize not with trustworthiness but with stunning beauty. They're polar opposites to Dhawan's eyes, being slim and almond shaped and a stark icy blue that snatches your attention and holds it in an iron grip. Her irises are so pale they almost blend into the whites of her eyes and in combination with her overall facial structure give her this ethereal, otherworldly feel. Like a mysterious spirit that claims to be an angel.

Speaking of facial structure, (I guess this is just gonna be a body worship post from me LMAO) dhawans face also lends itself well to his deceptively trustworthy appearance. His face shape is round and his cheeks are full making his face look softer and more approachable. In fact there are few sharp edges in any of his facial features to begin with. His nose is very round and his chin has basically no edges. His eyebrows are thick and dark with the edges of their shape blending into his skin, thus with no defined lines his eyebrows look softer.

Another thing I noticed about his facial hair, it's dark color and well defined edges actually create some symbolic imagry. Think about it, the fine contrast between his beard and the rest of his face almost looks like a mask. Just like how he was wearing the character of O like a mask! Idk I just thought that was a cool idea hehe

Missy's face completely opposes this. She's ALL sharp edges. Her eyebrows? Sharp as needles. Hell their angles form this angry V shape which of course makes her look inherently angry or hostile. Her nose? Straight and narrow. Her jaw? Things built like a fucking cleaver. And don't even get me started on her cheekbones, those things could slice through GRANITE. Even her fucking cupids bow is like 2 razor blades. Her skin (mainly her cheeks) is pulled tight to her skull which causes her to look as deadly as she is. Going back to her eyes, her irises look smaller than Sacha's, they could actually be physically smaller or it could be an optical illusion from how pale her eyes are. Either way her irises looking smaller gives her a wild look and draws far more attention to her pupils.

I could go on but I feel like I've obsessed over these people's faces enough lol

#doctor who #missy #gomez!master #dhawan master #gomez master #michelle gomez #sacha dhawan #dhawan!master #spy!master #spy master #i need a life

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