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I CANT STOP DRINKING EGG NOG AND NOW I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT. THATS WHY IM FAT AS FUCK
#fyp#gawd damn#im going feral#dookie#p#u#s#so#y#giggling and kicking my legs#goingwild4joshie#hes so babygirl#mike schmidt#five nights at freddy’s movie#five nights at my house#GOD HELP ME
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Hard Candy
🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Solo Sikoa
🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, language, Solo Sikoa sm*t :p
🖤 Word count: ~1,400
a/n: This story was inspired by Solo looking delectable on SmackDown tonight, my gawd. 🤤
Happy reading! Read more of my stuff here, if you’d like. ✨
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You were too grown to go trick-or-treating these days, but you'd never outgrow curling up on the couch in your pajamas to watch scary movies all night.
Your boyfriend, Solo, had his muscular arm thrown over your shoulders as you snuggled up to his chest, your legs folded beneath you with your head comfortably resting on his warm, broad chest. You plucked another Jolly Rancher from the bowl of assorted candy in your lap that you bought yourself because you couldn't show up at someone's door asking for it at your big age.
Child's Play 2 blared on the flatscreen TV across the dark living room as you took the strawberry hard candy from its wrapper and popped it into your mouth. Jolly Ranchers were your fave sweet treat and you made sure to grab an entire bag just for yourself to add to your candy collection—so when you saw Solo's big hand reach into your bowl and snatch a few, you playfully slapped it to make him drop them back.
"Damn, baby! Why I can't have some?" he asked after he sucked his teeth. You glanced up at him as you sucked on your candy and shot him a little smirk before you teasingly pulled at his beard.
"Because I bought them with my money and they're mine," you replied and planted a light kiss on his full, pink lips that poked out in a pout from your cute, stingy ass.
"So, it's like that, huh?" Solo had to giggle as you pecked at his lips again to make him smile. You then felt him cup your chin with his thick fingers to hold your mouth still on his as he kissed you deeper than you anticipated, making you tuck your hard candy into your cheek so you could kiss him back. He sucked on your lips with passion so slow, so smoldering that your cheeks felt warm...and that heat traveled even lower as his tongue pushed into your mouth to taste yours.
You loved the way Solo's kisses felt intense like he wanted to devour you, especially as he held the side of your face now as he rolled his tongue on yours, undoubtedly tasting the strawberry flavor of the Jolly Rancher still in your mouth.
Yet to your surprise, that was what he was searching for as he flicked his tongue again and stole the candy right out of your mouth, only then pulling away from the kiss that had your heart pounding and your pussy purring. You stared at him in disbelief as he sat back and squeezed you against him, a smug smile spreading on his handsome face as he sucked on your candy and mumbled, "What?! You ain't wanna share so I did what I hads to do."
"Give it back," you whined and poked him on his fleshy, adorable belly behind his black tee shirt.
He giggled again before he simply said, "Make me."
Oh, you intended to do just that. You sat your candy bowl on the coffee table, slipped your hands onto his cheeks, and pressed your lips to his, kissing him just as slowly, smolderingly as he kissed you. You got his warm breath to hitch as it grazed your face and you grinned against his lips. His hands slipped around your waist and pulled you onto his lap as you two made out for a while before you decided to strike...darting your tongue between his lips to search for the hard candy on his tongue.
You felt his dick twitch a few times and push up against the crotch of your pink boyshorts as you wrestled with his tongue to finally retrieve your Jolly Rancher, his fingers squeezing your hips and then your round ass as he moaned in defeat. "Mmm. Lemme get another taste, baby," Solo whispered on your sugary lips, seemingly accepting his loss with grace if it meant you'd kiss him more.
So, you did and why wouldn't you when Solo's soft lips and his warm, wet tongue rolling on yours made your pussy roll with warm throbs? You flung your arms around his thick neck, grinding on his lap and compelling another moan from him. The deep sound was so lovely that even when he snatched the Jolly Rancher back out of your mouth, you didn't mind. Hell, you moaned into his mouth as you let him, sharing the candy with him through sloppy, wet kisses until it dissolved on your tongues.
Your boyfriend's dick got so hard from the mini candy war that you felt it nudge on your clit behind your panties. It made you want to feel it in your mouth...so you broke the kiss with an audible smack as your lips moved south...smooching on his neck right beneath his jaw because you knew it'd make him sigh just like that...kissing over his chest and belly as you sank down to the carpet between his bare, burly thighs to kiss on them, too, in his gray shorts.
"Since you wanna suck on all my damn candy...I'll guess I'll just have to suck on you," you said as your hands ran up his thighs and pulled at the hem of his shorts.
"That's whatchu want? You want this dick in your mouth, huh?" Solo breathed with a husky moan and rose up slightly from the couch to let you tug them down along with his navy blue boxers until his stiff, chocolate brown dick flopped onto his hairy thigh.
"Mmhmm," you muttered with a tiny moan as you already put your lips on his wide tip with your fingers wrapped around his thick, veiny shaft. Your free hand carefully massaged his balls that tautened in your palm as your tongue stroked along his flesh, sucking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth.
"Shiiit, baby," Solo groaned softly as he gazed down at you, his heavy hand fondling the back of your head. You gazed up at him with his thick eyebrows knitted together, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as you slowly pulled him into your throat. It made your pussy wet to taste the contrast of his savory precum dribbling onto your sweet, candy-coated tongue that you worked on him until he was damn near panting and trembling beneath you.
"You 'bout to make me cum in that pretty mouth..." he huffed and you moaned around him, the heady vibrations of your pleasure from his pleasure sending him over the edge. "Open up for me, baby," he added with a shaky groan.
You obeyed him as your mouth fell open to show him your red-stained tongue that he slapped his dick on when he took it into his hands and stroked himself. You rubbed your hands on his thighs as you locked eyes with your fine ass boyfriend as he came for you, his warm, salty cum landing on your tongue in quick spurts that made you want to alleviate the tension between your legs because he looked so good, tasted so good.
You couldn't resist any longer and slid a few fingers over your boyshorts to caress your aching clit as he watched you swallow his flavor and lick your glistening, plump lips. "Sexy ass..." Solo growled as he tapped his dick on your tongue once more for good measure, holding your hair at the back of your head as you swiped your tongue over his tip to catch the last drop of his yumminess as he let out a gruff moan.
While you cherished the taste of your boyfriend, you needed a little palette cleanser, especially when Solo was eager to kiss on you again as he pulled you back onto his lap. You leaned over to grab a blue raspberry Jolly Rancher to suck on, turning your tongue purple as it mixed with the lingering red dye. You only knew this because he commented on it before he sucked on your tongue with his hungry kiss.
He didn't turn into a thief this time and take your candy, but he did push you to the couch cushions and onto your back as he took his greedy kisses south on your body, yanking up your yellow tee shirt to cover your bare breasts and tummy with his mouth.
You quivered from his warm, soft lips on your skin, his large hands holding your hips as his big head settled between your thighs. "So, we just done watchin' the movie, huh, babe?" you asked with a small laugh that spiked into a gasp when his tongue ran over your clit through your soaked panties.
His deep brown eyes caught yours with a naughty glint as he snatched down the fabric in his way before the tip of his tongue gently spread your delicate, dripping lips open.
"Fuck that movie...I'm in the mood for somethin' sweet now, too."
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♡ hi hi, it’s been too long since I’ve written a story… hopefully it’s good hehe ♡
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Bonnie x Reader
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- “Damn it Golden shut the hell up!”
There they go again, you roll your eyes expecting at least one of the dorks in the party room to freak out. Hearing Bonnie yell at the golden bear who was most likely irritating the purple rabbit. Placing your tools into your bin and closing the top right after, it read mechanic on the top in sharpie labeled on brown scotch tape. Being a mechanic did not mean fixing the emotional stress on the living animatronics, but being their friend did. At least in your book, taking a deep breath you turn your heel as the door busts wide open.
heavy breathing from Chica can be heard as she looks up finally catching her breath,
- “oh honey, I’m so glad your here!”
Her country accent evident in her voice as she points down the hall,
- “Bonnie is having a total freak out out there! Now I know it’s outta your pay but could yo-“
you giggle smiling at the chubby girl,
- “yes Chica, I was actually about to head out now”
Just as you were about to take a step out of the room a loud crash could be heard from the party room. Curses from both Bonnie and Freddy could be heard mainly Freddy telling Bonnie to calm down, only those weren’t the only words he used. Soon laughter erupted from Goldens mouth…his laughs always unsettled you.
- “I-I guess now is a good time as ever”
Chica chuckles her shoulders bouncing, nodding you follow her out adjusting your shirt and self for the mess that you’ll see. As soon as you made out to the party room you saw the main party table was flipped over and party hats were scattered everywhere. Freddy had a hand over his face as if collecting himself, a look all too familiar when he was trying to reign in his anger. You were guessing it didn’t help that Golden was on the floor legs in the air laughing his ass off, his laughter was the only thing in the room as it echoed almost mockingly.
- “Now Golden you get on now! Haven’t you caused enough trouble!”
Chica yells lifting her sleeves up marching over to the troublemaker. Glaring down placing her hands on her hips her face had a sour look, much like a mother about to scold their oldest.
- “Golden, what the hell did you do to Bonnie?”
Keeping your distance as the bear looks up to Chica having a staring match which looked as if Golden was winning, Golden scoffs rolling his eyes as he stands up.
- “Gawd, he so sensitive can’t even take a fucking joke-”
- “all you do is make jokes”
Freddy finally spoke as he glared at Golden who only rolled his eyes once again,
- “this is the third time that Bonnie has had an outburst like this”
Freddy was right, whatever Golden was saying to Bonnie has been taking a toll on the place it had gotten so bad that you’ve heard that they might turn Bonnie off.
- “all these damages that is comin’ from his tantrums are from you. And all you been doin is makin’ it worst!”
The room was quiet, Freddy was always good at bringing attention to his friends and helping them take responsibility.
- “bite me”
And Golden was not one that cared for them as you did. He grins as he teleports away, Freddy grunts as he loosens his tie taking off his hat as he sits on the party chair,
- “oh Fred, you tried”
Chica smiles as she comes over behind Freddy massaging his shoulders.
- “hey Freddy, I can try and talk to Bonnie! Maybe if I can figure out why Golden is picking on him then maybe he’ll have less outbursts!”
You offer Freddy as there was another silence,
- “sure (Y/N), give it a shot”
Freddy finally lifts his head up as he smiles at you, nodding you take you leave to the the side of the stage where a door was, grabbing your keys you unlock the door opening to find other doors. To the side was Bonnie’s room as you’ve been shown it by him many times before. Taking a deep breath before knocking on the door you prepare yourself for whatever Bonnie could throw at you. Your knocks were soft as you heard a muffle come in, turning the knob you walk in.
He was sitting with his head propped on his knees as he sulked, his ears flopped down with defeat as he stared at the wall. His foot bouncing up and down, almost like a real rabbit when they stomp their feet. You had to force every ounce of your body not to giggle.
- “Bonnie, are you okay?”
You knew he wasn’t, but isn’t that what everyone asks, you go to sit next to him as you place your hands in your lap. The silence was evident that he wasn’t, as he looked away from you. During the time you’ve known Bonnie he had never raised his voice to you, even when he was upset. It was something you liked about him, he had always seemed to welcome you when he was feeling down.
- “hey, I don’t know what Golden said to you but, forget about him.”
Bonnie didn’t say anything so you decided to carry on,
- “don’t give him so much power! He probably annoys you because he has nothing else to do in the basement”
Your sass causes Bonnie to chuckle a little as his shoulders bounced he finally turns to you smiling, his foot resting.
- “geez he’s annoying”
You laugh,
- “you’re just now realizing~”
You tease him as you place your head on his shoulders, you don’t see it but it causers the bunny to blush. As he grins, trying to hide his goofy smile as he looks away again.
- “so, what did Golden say to make you so upset?”
His thumping continues as he grips his sleeve,
- “I-it’s embarrassing, I honestly shouldn’t have gotten so upset about it”
- “but, it always keeps happening, maybe if you talked about it, you can get it off your mind and it won’t bother you!”
Bonnie thumping got slower but it was still prominent, you place a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump he looks to you and you finally see his blush.
- “Bonnie, you can tell me”
- “he.. he said, you’d be better off.. with him, and that I could never… get with you…”
Him talking was like ripping a band-aid, as his face got red saying out loud of what Golden has been saying to him.
- “oh Bonnie, that is a little silly, why would you listen to that doofus when you know he’s wrong”
- “I-I guess it really got to me, I’d absolutely hate it if you went with a guy like him”
Bonnie huffs but it soon dies down as you kiss his cheek,
- “oh please, never in a million years~”
Bonnie smiles as you place your head on his shoulder again,
- “you’re sweet and kind Bonnie, I’m lucky to have met you”
- “I think that’s my line”
You both chuckle as you close your eyes, patting Bonnie’s upper arm,
- “don’t let Golden get to you please, I don’t want to loose you”
- “heh, I promise no more outbursts”
You both sat in comfortable silence as Bonnie leaned over to grab and tune his guitar, hearing the vibrations of the strings brought tranquility to the room as you closed your eyes on Bonnie’s shoulder.
- “hey maybe I can teach you how to pla-“
- “Bonnie Bunny get your Cotten tail out here and clean your mess!”
Both you and Bonnie stopped as you looked to one another soon running out the door before Freddy came and knock down the door.
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I’m thinking enemies to lovers (sorta?) Robin thoughts. Specifically with the one bed trope?
LISTEN!
The world is literally ending in Hawkins and you’re a part of the group. Houses have been destroyed and so you’re forced to crash in a motel or something. You name it.
The point is: You end up in a room with Robin Buckley. Robin who talks and talks like her life depends on it. Robin who can’t seem to stand you, for reasons you can’t seem to figure out.
And oh? There’s only one bed!
So, because you’re so goddamn tired, you end up curled up against one another. Just to have some warmth of course.
And, just because of your newfound proximity, it happens to be that her thigh ends up between your legs.
It’s only natural that you end up grinding against it, right?
“It’s nothing” you tell yourself (and Robin too) as you rock back and forth. As her hands grab your hips. “It’s nothing as long as I don’t cum”/“It’s nothing as long as you don’t touch me”.
But oh well, isn’t that hard if she starts whispering dirty things to you? If her hands start trailing over your stomach? Over a soaked pair of panties….?
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Lotus anon pls know that you have a fan club in the discord I'm in with @robinsno1lesbian and @lightvixxen 🫶🏻 we stan you and your thots frfr
ANYWAY this made me feel things bc one-bed trope and enemies-to-lovers are two of my fave tropes and when put together???? GAWD ALMIGHTY IS IT THE ABSOLUTE BEST
(this got a lil out of hand and is much longer than originally intended DAMN I MISSED WRITING SMUT)
nsfw under da cut you know the drill mdni (thigh riding & oral)
You're not sure what you did to make Robin Buckley hate you, but she does. Even when you try and be nice to her! When you try and chime in in her conversations with Eddie, Nancy and Steve, she gets quiet and glares at you.
And now you're here, stuck in a motel room with just her because Steve had the bright idea to separate the rooms girls/guys and Nancy didn't join y'all on this misadventure.
And it's somehow worse than you thought it could be — the two room options left at this motel in the middle of bumbfuck Indiana were two twins and a queen. And the boys were adamant on not sharing.
So now you get to be in the same bed, under the same covers, as a girl who hates you but looks hot while doing it.
It's quiet while the two of you take turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You didn't know that today's "adventure" was going to take this long, so you're stuck sleeping in a spare t-shirt that Steve happened to have in his trunk.
You're already under the covers by the time Robin finishes in the bathroom. Scrunched up all the way on your side of the bed, Robin says nothing as she climbs in beside you. You feel the bed dip and melt at the warmth radiating off of her body but consciously make effort not to move.
30 minutes pass and you can't fall the fuck asleep. The room is too cold and you don't have the right pajama's on for fall in Indiana. Shaking, you hop out of bed and tiptoe to the A/C unit praying that it actually works and isn't just there as decoration to pass inspection.
"What are you doing?" Robin asks when you move in to her peripheral vision.
"I'm freezing, I'm trying to see if I can turn on the heat in here."
"I tried while you were in the bathroom, it won't let us change it. It looks like only the manager can."
You curse under your breath and trudge back to your side of the bed.
"Swear to god," Robin mumbles. She turns over to face you as you climb back under the covers. "Move closer to me, it'll be warmer if we're closer.
You do so, tentatively, but then Robin grabs your hip and pulls you into her chest.
"Relax, I won't bite."
But you can't relax. Your whole body is tense because you've never been this close to Robin before. She moves her hand back to her side and starts to doze off.
Another 30 minutes pass. You still can't fall asleep. This time, though, it's because of Robin's heat and her breath on your neck. Your arms are covered in gooseflesh and your breathing is heavy.
You shift your body, trying to find a comfortable position without moving too far from Robin's heat. You figure turning to face her could work to get you out of your head and keep your distance. But in her sleep, Robin moves too. Molding herself to your body when you move.
Her arm ends up around your waist and pulls you closer to her. You try to pull away, but she's stronger than you.
And her thigh ends up between your legs. That you didn't see coming.
And now you'll never be able to sleep, because while you know you should pull away or wake her up or do something, you really don't want to because the placement and pressure of her leg is just right.
And now your body moves of its own accord, craving friction, wanting warmth, needing release to help you fall asleep.
You keep the movements slow, soft and easy as to not wake Robin up. "It's nothing," you whisper to yourself, hips shifting and grinding down on her thigh. You're breath comes in soft pants as you keep rocking back and forth chasing your high, not noticing the girl in front of you waking up. "Just some relief, It’s nothing as long as I don’t finish," you breathe softly.
"Oh but how would you fall asleep if you don't cum?" Robin's sleep heavy voice asks as her hand comes to your hip.
You freeze and squeeze your eyes shut, scolding yourself for being an idiot.
"Don't get all shy on me now, darling," Robin chuckles.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No need to apologize, we're both girls, I get it."
You muster up the courage to tilt your head up to meet the Robin's gaze. Her eyes are glossy and dark, but you can't tell if it's dislike of you or lust that makes her pupils blow wide.
"It- It means nothing as long as you don’t touch me, okay?"
"Deal, just two girls helping each other out."
Robins grip moves from your hip to the thigh that rests on hers. She pulls you closer, her leg nestling further into the apex of your thighs and intensifying the pressure there. You gasp and let out a groan, head rolling back as your hips start moving again.
Her hand moves back to your hip, guiding your movements as you chase euphoria. You can feel her gaze, the weight of her eyes heavy on you as you grind against her.
"C'mon angel, use my thigh. Ride me as hard as you need to."
You moan and lift your head to meet her eyes. The look in them does you in — she looks hungry. Your hips rock faster as the coil in your stomach tightens to a knot. Robin's hand on your hip squeezes and pushes you down while she pulls her thigh up, the pressure being all you needed to finally come undone.
Quick gasps, curled toes and closed eyes tell Robin all she needs to know. That and the wet heat she feels spreading on her thigh.
Robin curses under her breath and you slowly open your eyes. Her face is tinged pink and her chest is rising and falling quickly and you're apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry, jesus h christ. Why did I do that? I'm an idiot. You already hated me and now you definitely don't like me and have a reason not to-"
The feeling of Robin's warm hand on your stomach where Steve's tshirt rolled up stops you short.
"Would someone who hated you let you ride their thigh like you would someone's face?"
"Uh, no?"
Her hand trails across the top of your panties.
"Would they ask if they could see how you taste?"
You nod your head no, never losing eye contact with Robin and her finger move slowly along the front of your panties towards your clothes cunt.
"Can I?" she asks again.
You nod and let out a breathy, "yes," and your thigh is lifting up while her fingers are pushing your panties to the side and pushing between your lips gathering your release. Glistening fingers are lifted to Robin's mouth and she licks the remnants of you clean off of them.
"Fuck," she moans.
Your eyes are trained on her mouth. And she notices.
"Just two girls helping each other out right?"
"Mhm," you nod.
"Do you want to help me out now?"
"Yes."
"Good girl, answer me two things: do you like girls?"
"Yes."
"I would hope so with that stunt you just pulled," she laughs. "And second, can I touch you now that it will mean something?"
"Fuck, yes. Please."
Robin smiles and wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a hot and heavy kiss as she rolls the two of you over so you're lying on your back with her hovering above you.
She keeps kissing you, tongue sliding over your lips begging for entrance only you can allow. And you do, the kiss deepening into all tongue and teeth while her hands move to the hem of Steve's shirt that you're still wearing.
Robin breaks the kiss to remove the shirt from your body. Gooseflesh peppering your exposed stomach and nipples hardening in the cool air of the motel room. She kisses down your neck to your chest, nipping at your collarbone as she maneuvers her way to your breasts.
She kisses down the valley of them before licking a stripe up the center of each tit, gasps leaving your mouth when she moves over your nipples.
"God, I want to worship your body, but you got me worked up so that'll have to wait," she says between kisses down your stomach.
Her hot mouth lands just above the waistband of your panties before she pauses to ask, "is this okay?"
"Yes," you breathe out, and Robin's hands move to each of your hips and pull your panties off your legs and tosses them wherever she tossed Steve's shirt.
The heat of her mouth ghosts over your cunt but doesn't stay where you want her to. Instead she kisses your left inner thigh and then the right where she bites you. You flinch and pull your thigh away from her, spreading your legs more so she settles more into the space between them.
"You said you didn't bite," you laugh, looking down at her between your thighs. It's an erotic sight that has your head reeling.
"That was before you used my thigh like you probably do your pillow at home," she smirks up at you before blowing cool air on your slick pussy.
You gasp and toss your head back, hands curling into the sheets below you.
Her mouth moves slow, tongue licking up your lips from hole to clit before circling the bud of nerves and sucking.
"Robin," you moan as her mouth works you over. She trades off sucking and flicking at your clit until you're writhing beneath her, hips grinding up and into her begging for more friction. "Don't stop — fuck — don't stop!"
And she doesn't, she places a hand on your lower stomach to hold your hips down and you look to her. Her brunette hair between your legs, mouth buried in your pussy, you clench around nothing and your thighs close in on her.
And then her eyes meet yours as she shifts her pattern of licking and sucking, watching your face change with pressure and speed until she finds the right rhythm that makes you bite your lips and scrunch your brows in building pleasure.
Her free hand moves underneath her and into the waist of her boxers. You notice her hips grinding into the pillow and can only assume that she's riding her fingers while getting you off with her mouth.
Knowing this has you closing your eyes and squeezing your legs more as a knot grows in the pit of your stomach.
Robin's hot mouth never lets up until you tense and your legs shake with your climax. Your eyes are closed, mouth open in a silent cry, hand buried in the brunette's hair as you grip onto her and pull her into you more, her mouth still sucking on your clit.
Once your high begins to fade she lets go of the bud of nerves and shifts down as she continues to ride her own hand. Mesmerized by the grinding of her hips you flinch when her tongue flits out and into your cunt, licking and tasting your release, eating until she's had her fill and her own toes curl beneath her.
She rests there, between your thighs, and takes her hand out of her pants. Your eyes catch the glistening digits and you grab her wrist to clean them for her.
"We'll talk about this in the morning," she says using your stomach as a pillow. "For now lets both get some sleep."
A light kiss to your navel is all you remember before you fall asleep.
Morning comes too quickly, and a conversation kind of happens. Robin says she wanted to look unapproachable because she's fallen for straight girls too often and couldn't read you, so the two of you decide to go out on a few dates and see where things go when you all get back to Hawkins.
You meet the boys at the car after Steve pays the motel tab and returns the keys, you and Robin standing closer than usual.
"So," Eddie smirks. "Did you two have a good night?"
You turn red as a tomato and Robin punches Eddie in the shoulder.
"Not our fault you two forgot that our rooms shared a wall," Steve adds in with a laugh as he turns out of the parking lot.
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Hongjoong Bouncy
Summary: Hongjoong calls you over to listen to their new title track and things get a bit spicy.
This is my first smut >.< please be nice lolol but in all seriousness I accept constructive criticism :,-)
You quickly bowed to the security as you made your way into KQ Entertainment's building. You were over the moon when your boyfriend Hongjoong texted asking you to come to his studio and listen to their new title track before they officially started promtions.
You gave 2 curt knocks and heard Hongjoong say, "Come in." You opened the door as Hongjoong swiveled his chair around facing you, smiling. Your breath caught in your throat. Gawd this man is beautiful.
"Hi baby." you breathlessly said.
"Hey beautiful." You both traded pleasantries when you noticed a small strand of hair sticking out his hat. You gently grabbed it and said, "Blue?" He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I like it." you said.
"Are you ready to listen to the song Y/N (y)ah?"
"Yes," you squealed. "I have been dying with anticipation."
He chuckled and slowly licked his lips. "I hope you like it. Mingi, Eden, and a bunch of us put this thing together." You grabbed his face out of reassurance and said, "You know I love all of your works baby." and quickly gave him a kiss.
The strum and heavy flow of the beat flowed through you and enclosed the whole room. You closed your eyes taking in the beat and the lyrics.
Slow it down, make it bouncy, starting now, fly
A different kind of spicy, cheongyang chilli pepper vibe
If you wanna know how, I can show you right now
We're making it bouncy, set it on fire, fly
Your nose scrunched up as you heard the cheongyang chilli pepper. Is he referring to what I think he's referring to? Hongjoong watched your reaction closely, surveying how your mind put 2 and 2 together, him biting his lip and smirking.
Slow it down, make it bouncy, starting now, fly
A different kind of spicy, cheongyang chilli pepper vibe
If you wanna know how, I can show you right now
We're making it bouncy, set it on fire, fly
As the song came to and end your eyes snapped open and flew to Hongjoong smirking. "What do you think?" This was a loaded question and you both knew that. You closed your legs tightly trying to relieve the pressure that was building in your lower region. There was no denying that the room grew hotter as inappropriate images that the song conveyed imprinted in your mind. "It was spicy." You managed to squeak out.
"That's it?" that god damn smirk of his got you in a choke hold.
"It was really spicy?" He started chuckling, you registered the dip in his tone. "What about it was spicy Y/N (y)ah?" You didn't realize that he somehow turned your chair to face him, your knees touching. Your breath caught in your throat and you began to blush. "The uh...the chilli part." He gently pulled you out of your seat so that you were standing in front of him. "Tell me Y/N (y)ah, what were you thinking about when you heard that part?" You bit your lip and tried to avoid his gaze. "I'm waiting Y/N (y)ah."
"I was uh...thinking about...um straddling you." you whispered.
"I can't hear you baby girl," That damned pet name. He knew that made you weak in the knees. He turned you both so that your back was facing the recording booth, reaching over to turn the song on again. He lifted your chin with his finger so that you met his hungry gaze. "Use your words baby girl." You gulped and said, "I was thinking about straddling you!" He smirked and said, "What's stopping you baby girl?" You were stunned but found yourself slowly straddling him in his seat. You felt his bulge and slowly started to rub your clothed pussy against it. You sighed in relief, the friction you desperately needed. You began to grind your hips faster, Hongjoong's fingers dipping into your hips, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck. "Ah!" you covered your mouth. Hongjoong removed your hand. "No one will hear you baby girl," he huskily said. "Only I can hear you." He lifted your shirt over your head and began attacking your breasts. You gasped and tugged at his blue locks as he took a nipple in his mouth, his hand kneading your other breast. "H-Hongjoong-ah" He switched to the other breast and you felt his hand traveling past your belly and into the waistband of your skirt; his slender fingers swiping at your clothed pussy. "You're so wet for me." You began to move your hips hoping he would relieve the pressure that was driving you crazy. "Hongjoong please...please don't tease me." 2 fingers went in and you silently gasped. You began fucking his fingers trying to get to your release. Hongjoong noticed you were neat and withdrew. "H-Hongjoong what the hell," you whined. "Ride me." With those 2 words you rid him of his pants and boxers, licking your lips at his erect member pre cum leaking out. You grabbed his dick and gave it a few pumps, Hongjoong's eyes fluttering shut, his head leaning back against his chair. "Y/N (y)ah," the sternness in his voice causing you to pause. "Don't make me tell you again." You bit your lip again, feeling yourself getting more wet at his assertiveness. You hovered over him as he positioned his dick at your entrance and slid in. You both sighed, gawd he felt so good, you loved how he was filling you up. Once you adjusted you began to move your hips at a fast pace. You were too greedy to think about Hongjoong's release, only aiming to relieve yourself.
Slow it down, make it bouncy, starting now, fly
Hongjoong began whispering the lyrics in your ear, his voice somehow becoming your master. As if under a spell you felt yourself slow down, moving your hips in a slow circular motion.
A different kind of spicy, cheongyang chilli pepper vibe
If you wanna know how, I can show you right now
Your hips were moving painstakingly slow but Hongjoong knew what you were trying to do. His lips latched onto your earlobe slightly sucking on it, attacked your neck, traveling down to your collarbone where he sucked, nipped, and bit leaving a mark. You whined wanting to take control of the pace but you already knew Hongjoong only let you have control for that one split second.
We're making it bouncy, set it on fire, fly
Covering your breasts in marks, noting you were too distracted by how good his lips were making you feel, he gripped your hips and slammed into you. "Ah!" His hips continued thrusting into you at an ungodly speed. "H-Hongjoong-ah."
"Tell me how it feels baby girl."
"Soooo g-gooooood" you could barely muster out. Your senses were kicking into overdrive: the sound of skin slapping skin, the song blasting throughout the speaker, Hongjoong's lips making your body feel as if it was on fire, his hips slamming into you, your toes curling nearing your orgasm. "H-Hongjoong-ah I-ngh"
"Use your words baby girl."
"I-I'm about-ah! I'm cumming! Oh gawd I'm cumming!" you screamed as you felt your orgasm rock through your whole body, you gripping his hair. Hongjoong slammed into you some more when you heard, "Fuck I'm cumming." with the small amount of energy you had, you met his thrusts with yours. "Cum for me baby." All his pent up frustrations he released into you.
You both sat there trying to catch your breath, Hongjoong tracing small patters on your back. "So I take it that you like the song?"
"It was spiiiiiicy."
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im tired of your damned fool yarns and your captain ahab hawseshit. you sound like a goddamned parody. givin and naggin orders like a spinstah schoolmarm and all the while turinin this station to the devils old rum hole! well its all hawseshit! ya leg and ya sea life... all of it! and if i hear one more word of hawseshit comin out of your foul rotten toothed smelly old mouth— shut ya gum goddamn i aint finished yet!!!!!!!! you think youre so goddamned hoigh and moighty cause youre a goddamned lighthouse keepah?! well you aint a captain of no ship and you nevah was! you aint no general you aint no coppah..... you aint no president and you aint my fawthah! and im sick of you actin like you is!!!! im sick of ya laughin and snorin... and ya gawddamn FAWTSSS!!!! YA GAWD!!!! DAMN!!!! YA GAWD DAMN FAWTS!!!!!!!!!! you smell like piss. you smell like jism. like rotten dick. like curdled fawskin. like hawt onions fucked a fawmyawd shit house!! im sick of ya smell im sick of it ya god damned drunk, ya god damned no account sunuvabitch BASTAHD LIAH!!!! thats what you are! youre a goddamned drunken hawse shitting short shit LIAH! A LIAH!!!!!
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LITG S8 Thots for this week: How eventful…
• Sienna don’t be mad cuz you decided to spread them legs for Jin and people found out. Be sneakier next time💁🏽♀️
• Outfit time!
• This a little too prom for me no shade.
• Gorgeous! Stunning! Magnificent!
• Not Oakley just wanted to check on us. The rest of you boys gon have to step your game up Idk what else to say atp.
• Jin kinda evil omggg why he lie to them bitches for no reason???
• OH NO HE DID KISS SIENNA NOW WE CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER😱😱😱😱😱
• Yeah you are high on my list Liam…my hit list.
• Wait she’s cutesyyyyy!
• Hazel real lucky I like her cuz I coulda just aired her tea out just now.
• Exactly! So glad you get it now😁
• Here Theo go admitting he has a crush on me yet again…are we still supposed to gag at this?
• And I’m annoyed because of the both of you so how about you either grow up or break up!
• GUYS PLEASE STOP MAKING SHAWN PINE AFTER ME ITS ILLOGICAL AND ITS BECOMING VERY AGGRAVATING!
• Our clip was actually so meaningless help.
• Liam unless you want me, me, me to get Oakley to break you, you, you in half I suggest you shut it!
• Why do y’all want me to help you pick who to get with??? Why???
• FINALLY MY SUFFERING ENDS!!!
• Wow every couple here really sucks except us LMAOOOO.
• I love Bea but I really cannot feel bad for her when she complains about Liam. Girl you brought that sorry ass nigga in here like what😭😭😭 Kyle was right there.
• Aww chin up Sie-monster! I’m sure one of the demons in Hell are ready and willing to give you the love and devotion you need😊
• Outfit time!
• This the first sleepwear we’ve gotten that ain’t just a lace bra and coochie cutter thong I’m cryinggg.
• Ain’t no way Liam just creamed all over me and Oakley…sorry my intrusive thoughts made me type that😭😭😭
• You telling me this bitch heard the shower running, obviously indicating someone was in here, and then just decided to walk in…ok.
• Girl why she mad when she the one that walked in on me and my nigga fucking😭
• Hazel…not Liam…no girl you better than this!
• Claudia and Hazel look so damn good in their heart-rate challenge outfits my gawd! Thick thighs DO save lives😩😩😩
• Outfit time!
• Wish I could BEEEEEEEEEEEEE…part of your woooooorrrlllddd!
• Yeah this clears the mermaid fit I’m sorry.
• Hari had to watch Hazel give all her attention to Liam of all people ooouuu I know he wanna kill himself now.
• Damn not only is she not pretty but she also stupid, bless her heart.
• Jin’s football outfit made my 🐱 jump a lil bit jrkslashdhdkd sorry.
• I just busted out laughing.
• Exactly what I asked for😈
• I’m so glad we got to redo our dance cuz we ain’t get freaky like I wanted the first time.
• He mid as hell I’m sorry likekfjfjsksmak. This the best y’all could come up with for the last bombshell?
• Liam at this point just start fucking the boys sis cuz this the 3rd time you done did some sus shit.
• Oh lord I’m so tired of these anticlimactic ass cliffhangers. We already know ain’t no other bitch in here raised our partner’s heartbeat but us, stop playing!
#i fear the stale part of the season is approaching#can’t believe it’s almost over#litg#love island the game#litg tempting fate#litg s8#litg season 8
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"Perfectly, Incandescently"
Avengers AU - Drabble
Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Sam
Posted: Feb 21st
WARNINGS: angst, miscommunication (I hope), ANGST, ANGSTTTT, fluff
Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.
**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**
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@witchygagirl look what you made me do....
Bucky closed his eyes, he knew Steve and Sam were just pulling his leg, good old joking. The thing was that you were too good for him, he knew it, he knew they knew it, he was damn sure you knew it.
"Guys stop."
Sam snorted, "nahh, listen up Barnes, you and Y/N have it hot for each other, you should just stop playing around and get serious."
"Get serious?" He repeated.
"I could tell her you like her," Steve offered.
Bucky made a face, scowling, "don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough." He couldn't stand it, you always came around, chatting up Steve and Sam, eventually making your way to him, calling his name out in the way you did. He couldn't help it but to think that you seemed sweet on him and it didn't help that Sam and Steve were putting things in his head. If he could have a chance with you… it would mean everything.
**
You knew they had stayed behind in the briefing room, they always did, creatures of habit, you giggled to yourself. You had of course offered to take the remaining papers they needed to sign off on, a reason to be there. Lately it seemed that Bucky had become accustomed to having you around, even letting you give him a hug once Sam and Steve wrapped themselves around you, both men dwarfing you, but when you offered Bucky a hug and he carefully wrapped himself around you– fuck if you hadn't been walking on clouds for the remainder of the week.
"I could tell her you like her," you heard Steve say.
You paused, who? Her who? You? Did Bucky like you?! Your stomach fluttered, you stomped it down, maybe they were talking about someone else…
"Don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough."
**
Sam craned his neck as the sound of papers hitting the floor and scattering filtered into the room. Steve and Bucky turned at the sound of your voice cursing.
"Y/N?" Sam called out cautiously.
There was a pause, then they heard you sniffle and poke your head into the door with a large grin in place. Bucky felt his heart drop as you stepped in avoiding his gaze, "hey doll," he started.
You pushed the papers into Steve's hands, "I'm sorry! I just was told to drop these off," you laughed nervously, staring at the ground hard, hands clenched at your sides, nose slowly turning red. "So much to do today!" You hiccupped and felt tears sting your eyes.
"Y/N-" Steve reached out to grab you, Sam making a small tutting sound.
You stepped back quickly, "hey! WOW, look at the time! Excuse me!!"
You wanted to throw up, your stomach turned into knots as you escaped the room, running as soon as you stepped out the door, hands covering your face as mortification swamped you. Had you really been thinking Bucky could like you? And you had thought Sam and Steve were so nice, the whole situation took you straight back to middle school. "Hey, my friend likes you!" "Oh my gawd! NO I DON'T!!" Followed by the ugly laughter and taunting that only cruel kids could offer.
You scrubbed at your face harshly, swallowing an ugly sob, willing yourself to stop when you heard his voice.
"Y/N!!!"
Your chest hurt, panic paramount, scrambling for a place to hide, you jumped into the first door you saw, the janitor's closet. You turned and grabbed the doorknob, willing him to go right by you.
You listened carefully, chest aching as you held your breath to not make a sound as his boots stomped closer and right by your hiding spot. You counted to ten before you let out your breath and sank to your knees still holding the doorknob.
What. The. Ever loving. Fuck?
You let out a small whine, the quietest sob escaping before slapping a hand over your mouth, big wet tears falling.
If ever the universe would answer a prayer right now would be nice, just make you disappear, please? If it would answer a prayer perhaps it could make them forget you ever existed, forget how you thought you were friends and how they saw right through you and made fun of your stupid crush.
The knob turned in your hand and you squeaked as the door flung open, Bucky standing in the doorway.
"Oh, fuck–" he breathed, face and heart crumbling at the sight of you crying on your knees.
COULD YOU NOT CATCH A BREAK?!
You bit down on your lip, attempting to gather yourself, "I- I– I broke my nail and… just girl stuff- mnngh- please excuse me!" You needed to get past him, if you could just get past him you could come up with a reason to go home- you were certain you looked a mess, that would be enough to make your supervisor believe anything you told him. You would figure it out- but you needed to get by him.
"Y/N- what did you hear?"
"OH!" You laughed, nerves fraying as your mind replayed it for you, "Don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough." "I d-didnt…" your heart cracked, "anngh!" You jerked back, flinching, when he reached out to touch you, bumping into the shelves behind you and knocking items to the floor. "I'm so sorry- I don't feel too well Mr. Barnes–"
Bucky flinched at the formal name, it knocked the breath out of him, he never wanted to be Mr. Barnes to you. Not when you smiled at him like that and called him "BUCKY!"
"Please don't-"
It was too much, you couldn't get past him and he wasn't budging, your heart ached and the tears wouldn't stop, "please leave me alone?" You whimpered, unable to look up. "J- just.. go away," you whispered. "It's okay, nobody…" has to know, I'll just disappear.
"You didn't hear everything."
You shook your head, scrubbing at your eyes, why couldn't you stop crying?! Stop, you demanded, you were a full grown adult, adults didn't cry. Not over stupid crushes, certainly not over bullying. You were too old for this.
"You didn't hear that I like you, that you make me nervous, that I never know what to say when you come around. Fucking Sam and Steve always pushing shit– I didn't want you to know I've had this stupid crush on you. I love hearing you sing my name and fuck… I just want you to hug me every day since you did–" his heart ripped into his throat as you cried louder, "Y/N tell me how to fix this? God, please, I can't stand to see you cry!" Bucky felt his eyes stinging as he moved into the closet to wrap his arms around you. He would do anything to stop the heart wrenching sobs that tore out of you.
You shoved at the wall of his chest as he scooped you into his arms refusing to believe what had to be lies. How had you misjudged them? Especially him! You should have known better.
"Please stop!" He begged you, catching your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you punched at his shoulders, using your body to push at him, but he pressed another kiss to your nose, "Y/N, I'm going ta make you fall in love with me, even when your pissed off at me. You'll throw shit at me when we move in together and you'll threaten to divorce me once we get married--"
You hiccupped, stilling as he pressed his lips against your cheek, lips ghosting over your trembling ones as he pressed another kiss to the opposite cheek.
"And you'll only call me Mr. Barnes when you're happy with me," he hoped he remembered that right. Such a dumb movie, but you had loved it.
"You may only call me Mrs. Darcy... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy," you corrected him, fingers toying with his collar, tears slowing.
Bucky grinned as he pressed his forehead to yours, "and you'll be right every time you correct me."
"But you don't like me…" You whispered quietly as you gripped his wrists, you could push him off… he would let you…
Bucky let out a frustrated sigh, "you can think that as long as you walk down the aisle at the end of the day. Make it part of your vows if ya want."
"You planned our wedding without me?" You asked, finally meeting his gaze.
Bucky sighed against your lips, "let me kiss you and we can go over the seating arrangements together?" His heart hammered against his chest as a final tear slid down your cheek and you lifted your lips to his. He tugged you into him, claiming your lips with a desperation that you could only hope to match as his arms sank down around your waist to tug you closer.
"Oh, looks like he fixed it," you heard Sam's relief.
"Finally!" Steve yelled.
Bucky growled as you pulled away, burying your face into his shoulder. "Will you two never stop ruining shit?!"
"Nope."
"Looks like you're stuck with us."
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Eye On You: Wonho❤️🔥
A/n: anyone ever sit back and think about how rich Wonho would be if he had an OnlyFan's account? Just me? 🌚 aw ok well....here you go🥴. I wrote this in like an hour so...
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You never imagined you'd be the type to subscribe to one of these websites.
Hell, you barely liked forking over that $9.99 a month for Netflix and a small part of your soul died at the sight of that reoccurring charge on your bank statements.
But this felt different.
It was midday and you were alone in your room, writhing in bed as your body's reluctance to go to sleep frustrates you.
It wasn't as if you needed a nap but sleep was the only thing that could distract you from the insatiable ache between your legs.
So after scrolling on social media for a little bit, seeing enough of a particularly fine man's face and body on your timeline led you to fish out your debit card and open your laptop.
The cursor idles over the pixelated rectangle for what felt like minutes.
You've already created the account and input your payment information.
All you had to do was hit subscribe and an uncensored world of Wonho would be unveiled for your and 120,863 people's eyes only.
When you'd first seen him, you were amazed by the exaggerated definition of his muscles and undeniably handsome face.
Every Instagram post was either him fully clothed and candid, smiling or looking away as if he weren't aware of a picture being taken.
Or he was naked.
Ok, maybe not full-on ass-naked but he might as well have been.
Plump and pert glutes.
Thick muscled thighs.
Massive pecs that could easily fit in a d cupped bra.
Buttered Hawaiian roll-looking abs.
And then there was his....lower half.
No matter what he wore, there was never a reason NOT to look down at the sizable print that bulged in the most provocative way in even jeans or dress pants.
Him wearing a size smaller than his normal fit, no underwear, and sitting wide-legged in every picture didn't help either.
Don't even bother asking anyone what color his hair or his shoes are.
You damn sure didn't know.
All you knew was that when you realized this specimen had a Stream4You account, similar to OnlyFans, it only took a shameful 8 minutes for you to decide to subscribe.
The membership fee wasn't bad.
About as much as your Netflix subscription and you were sure to be much more entertained by this than the thousands of shows and movies you'd scrolled through.
Plus you could cancel any time so...
You click to enter the website and your eyes widen at the array of pornographic thumbnails from past streams.
"My gawd.." you gawk as you scrolled.
Well-lit 4K snaps of Wonho on his black leather couch.
Some of him alone, gripping his thick print in different colored boxer briefs.
Some of him with a woman in various sexual positions.
Doggy style with nothing but their naked torsos and legs in the frame.
Missionary with Wonho's massive upper body looming over a woman much smaller than him, their pelvis' pressed together.
Another with a view of the bare back of a woman kneeling in front of the couch and between Wonho's spread legs, his hand resting on the back of her head with his tipped back in ecstasy.
All of them different races and body types.
All of the gorgeous.
A pang of jealousy struck in your chest as well as deep within your clenching walls.
What an experience it would be to get fucked by such a magnificent man. You didn't even have to watch him in action to know he could fuck.
It was all in his aura.
You sigh, leaning back with your laptop resting on your tummy, scrolling down his profile with a pout.
Suddenly a notification bell pings in the corner of the screen, followed by a drop-down banner letting you know that Wonho was about to start a live stream in 5 minutes.
It's a shame how fast you clicked the link that led you to the waiting room which consisted of a black screen with a countdown, a sidebar with his past live streams in the queue, and a frenzy of comments popping off in a chat on the other side.
You immediately found the 'Turn off chat' option in settings because you didn't want anything distracting you from the main event.
After an agonizingly slow five minutes passed, the black screen shifts to an unexpected view of who you knew to be Wonho's glistening chest and sculpted abs.
He's leaning over the tripod, adjusting the angle from what it sounded like.
A second later, his beautiful face fills the screen.
"Hi guys...." he croons, smiling innocently in that way that reduced his eyes to slits and lit up his entire face.
His voice is deep and soothing, something you'd probably want to hear up close or in your ear first thing in the morning.
Wonho furrows his brow and tucks the soft pink tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he goes back to fiddling with the camera.
"Bare with me a second everyone...I got a new tripod and I'm still figuring it out. This angle is not...ah..there we go." He huffs in triumph as he rights the camera in the way he intended.
He then kneels in front of his infamous leather seat. Not to be confused with his equally infamous black leather couch.
Wearing nothing but some black Adidas shorts and a smile, Wonho seats himself comfortably on the floor in front of the camera. He leans forward, squinting at it for a second before smiling and waving again.
"Can you see me ok? It's in focus?" He asks and you snort at the irony of him speaking so casually considering what he was setting the audience up for.
"Looks like I am. Anyway... Hi again. It's Wonho, your favorite. I hope everyone here is enjoying their day so far. I um....really have no plan for today's stream. I just got back from the gym and showered so I'm at home for the rest of the day. What are you all up to?"
Again, he was speaking to his audience as if they were coworkers or neighbors he say occasionally on his way in or out of his home.
It was...cute. Unexpected but cute.
Your brow crinkles in amusement.
Wonho smirks softly as he stared at what you assumed to be the comments, which were no doubt coming in by the thousands per second. His eyes squinted again as he read them, his smirk persistent at what his paying audience had to say.
For a second you toyed with the thought of him asking you about your day with s genuine interest. He'd be looking at you the way he was looking at the camera now with expectant eyes and parted lips, hanging on to your every word.
" 'Just got off work.' Cool. 'Just had dinner..' Already? It's dinner time where you're at? I haven't even had lunch yet..'Hi, baby' Hi...' You're handsome' No you're handsome, whoever you are.." he chuckles cutely as he went through more similar comments before leaning back on his knees.
He lifts his arms and runs his hands through his hair, flexing his biceps and triceps unintentionally with the movement.
He then stands to extend his body in a stretch that gave you a godly eyeful of his body. Abs contract and quads flex as he stretched and your gaze falls to the plushy-looking hill that gathered at his crotch area.
He's not even trying.
After satisfying his muscles, Wonho exhales heavily and plops into the waiting seat behind him.
It groans under his weight and you could only imagine the things that chair had to endure being owned by this man.
On and off camera.
"Glad to hear all is well with you all. Thanks for tapping in." He says, resting his head in the nest of his interlocked fingers.
"As I said...I didn't really have a plan. I took a shower and had this urge to jack off but I didn't want to do it alone...."
Your ears perked up at the favorable turn of events and you reflexively push the laptop up to your chest.
"Oh..do tell," you mutter as if he could hear you.
"...So I figured I'd just get comfortable and do that while I chat with you guys until I cum. Or perhaps until you cum. Whichever comes first..." he jokes with a little chuckle.
His corny pun and little laugh alone should be considered a sin. How could a man so burley and huge be so cute at a time like this?
Wonho remains leaned back comfortably in his shorts that hung loosely from his tree trunk thighs, his hooded gaze fixed on the camera.
He lifts one of his hands from the back of his head to rub through his silky black hair again, mimicking the way you wish you could do the very same thing.
Beside him, an iPhone lays face down on the leather armrest and he picks it up, swiping his thumb over the screen a few times before focusing on reading the stream's comments from his own device.
Then he flashes that damned panty-dropping grin.
" ''Good plan' I know right? 'Deal.' 'Sign me up Coach. 'Cum first Daddy. I need frosting for my toaster strudel'...Wow. Nasty. And beautiful. You might have just inspired some future content with that one..." he says in response.
" 'Nice Tits.' Thanks. I work pretty hard on them so glad to hear it. 'Show us your dick please' Well since you're so polite.." he grunts.
Without wasting another second, Wonho lifts his hips to push down his shorts and underwear. They shimmy over his legs and drop out of view, leaving him shamelessly nude for the camera.
"There. That better?" He teases with a light-hearted chuckle.
As he continued to respond to comments, some funny and others nasty, your eyes fixated on the culprit of all of those damned likes on his Instagram posts.
Wonho's dick.
It sits lazily between his attractive man spread, not even erect yet but still impressive.
The fact that he's clean-shaven only allows you to appreciate his full size as you tapped the fullscreen icon in the corner.
Now filling your monitor, Wonho's muscular body and thick manhood captivate you entirely.
You'd never see a man so beautiful in your entire life and maybe it was your hormones leading you to exaggerate but...
"Shit..." you exhale, marveling at his size.
For a moment you wondered why he had so many subscribers. Beyond his good looks and entertaining content, you didn't think 120K for one guy doing normal amateur porn made much sense.
Until he took off his underwear.
Wonho's dick is gorgeous. Similar to his skin tone if he were blushing with a fat mushroom tip that looked like it had been kissed by lips stained pink.
Thick and surprisingly long to be flaccid. He reaches down to cup himself, ringing his shaft between his thumb and two fingers while his ring and pinky fingers rested over his balls.
Which looked heavy and smooth to the touch.
The thought has you nearly drooling on sight
Wonho slowly begins to stroke himself, the velvety smooth skin moving over his veiny shaft.
He readjusts his seating and spreads those massive thighs more for the camera, scooting forward so that the audience has a perfect view of all he was selling.
With his other hand, he holds his phone to read the comments. He smiles at whatever madness you imagined to be occurring in the live chat.
If you weren't already touching yourself, you might have been able to post a comment or two.
At some point the laptop materialized beside you on the bed, giving you the freedom to shuck off your underwear and caress your sensitive folds.
The pads of your fingers pass over your clit and you gasp, repeating the action in a rhythm mimicking Wonho's.
Slow and steady.
Teasing yourself just enough to arouse you more.
It's not long before Wonho's once drooping member is ramrod straight and standing up at its full length.
He's a grower and a shower.
My gawd.
Wonho pauses to reach for something on the floor and sits back up with a glistening glob of liquid from a dispenser off-camera. He drops the phone to clap the substance between his palms, warming the lube before reaching back between his legs.
His large hand encircles the shaft, twirling his wrist slightly on the upstroke that's now much smoother with the help of the lubrication.
Now his dick shined as if it were encased in glass, showing everything in greater detail. He jerks himself with the original hand, using the other to cup and tug his balls gently.
"Ah..shit.." he exhales.
His tongue runs over his top lip as he continued stroking, his chest moving with each breath.
Yours shuddered beneath your shirt as you rubbed over your clit in slow and teasing circles, but the wetter you become, the more stimulating your touch is.
A soft moan parts your lips and you spread your legs wider as if you were on full display for this beautiful man and not the other way around.
Wonho gets lost in his touch for a moment, not shying away from rubbing his perineum as he worked over his dick.
His head tips back and his eyes fell shut for a moment and you wondered what he saw when he did.
What did he think about when he touched himself? It's not like he didn't have a massive collection of savory images to recall from his past experiences.
You wondered what memories turned him on the most...
After a while of the same pace and some of the sexiest soft moans you'd ever heard come from a man, Wonho lifts his head and opens his eyes to gaze straight into the camera.
There was something different in his eyes now.
Long gone was the cute and funny guy with punny jokes.
There was now what you could only describe as a demon. The brown of his irises seemed black now and they hid halfway beneath his eyelids in a sultry stare that makes you clench around nothing with a pathetic whimper to follow.
"What the..." you pause, feeling as taken aback by his expression as you were by your body's reaction to it.
A little smirk lifts at the corner of the demon's lips before he releases his ballsack. He does a quick wipe over his thigh to rid his palm of excess lube before picking up his phone again.
Wonho goes back to reading the comments, leaning over to rest his elbow on the armrest as he stroked his dick slowly.
His brows go up at something he read but he doesn't respond out loud, only sparing the camera a knowing look briefly with a sly smirk.
He then goes on to read more, his thumb strumming over the screen.
He laughs at something someone said and pauses to switch up his tactic for a moment, focusing just on the tip of his dick and stroking over it with a shuddered sigh.
This makes his eyes roll back and he curses under his breath.
By now, your clit was so hard and swollen that your legs twitched every time your fingers passed over it. Occasionally you'd slide them inside to stroke the ache away that grew from deep.
But you could only manage that for so long before feeling like you were about to cum.
And you know once you did that, it would all be over.
Wonho looks back at his phone and smirks.
" 'Stroke faster' Yeah? That's what you wanna see?" He asks breathily, his eyes never leaving his phone.
He then adheres to the request, most likely accompanied by a cash donation.
The tacky sounds of the lube slicking the motion of his hand kicked up as he jerked himself faster.
It must have felt really good because his smirk melts into him scraping his teeth over his plump bottom lip.
"Ah fuck...mhmm.." he moans, exhaling sharply through his nose.
You match his energy, strumming two fingers over your needy clit, hips rolling and back arching.
You moan louder now, panting as the heat collecting at your apex mounts.
You were close and so was Wonho.
You could tell from the way he'd abandoned the phone to go back to sitting upright, the other hand groping his balls and rubbing under them. His dominant hand was doing what it did best, pushing him closer and closer with every upward stroke.
He cursed and moaned just as freely as you did and you only bit down on them so that you'd be able to hear him over yourself.
Not that it was an easy task.
Hearing him moan.
Watching his hips canting and his abs contracting.
Spotting the shine of pre cum dribbling from the hole at the center of his rock-hard tip...
You wanted him. You wanted him so fucking bad that it sparked tears in your eyes knowing it wasn't him fucking into right now.
Wonho's eyes lift and lock onto the camera as it had done a few times before and for a moment it felt as if he were actually looking at you.
Through you.
Straight to your soul.
"You're about to cum aren't you?" He asks and you hiccup amidst your moan in reaction.
You lift your head from your pillow and blink away the blurriness to inspect your screen.
"Yeah...Im talking to you. I've got my eye on you...I've had it on you this whole time.." he rasps, now stroking his dick as if her priming a weapon ready to fire at any moment.
His mouth goes slack for a second and his eyes roll back a little, but he resists the urge to look away from the camera.
From you...
"Oh fuck..I wish I was there. I bet you feel so good..fuck I bet you look so sexy right now. Are you touching yourself for me? Hmm?" He continues, this octave lifting to a gentle coaxing tone that has no will to resist responding to.
"Yes." You whimper, rubbing and swirling over your bud with the sole intention of getting yourself off.
"Good....keep going. And don't you fucking stop until you cum, you understand me?" He commands with a lifted brow.
"Yes..yes. Oh god..." you cry out, tearing your eyes away from the screen to shut them.
"Yes, baby! Like that...just like that...Im about to..." Wonho grunts and you open your eyes just in time to watch the thick spout of pearl shoot from his tip. Some of it hits his chest, drizzling over his sternum as he kept milking his dick for more. It was like it would never stop.
Your mouth hung open in a silent cry as you give in to the impending explosion as it sizzled down your spine.
Your breath hitches and your fingers pause over your clit at the memory of his intense gaze and throaty moan of release, and it's enough to send you hurdling over the edge and into a heart-stuttering orgasm.
Your climax hits you like shockwaves, making your muscles tense and relax as it passed over your body.
Hooded and lust-drunk, Wonho exhales finally and slows his strokes to rid himself of any remaining drops of cum he had left before sagging against the coach.
"Fuck...that was good...shit..." he pants, talking more to the ceiling than to his audience.
You lay limp in your bed, staring dazedly at your laptop with your now exhausted hand resting over your pussy.
That was good. Better than you'd expected for sure. You felt that same liberating tingly sensation all over that you always felt after an intense orgasm.
But this felt different.
Even though this was what he did for a living and thousands of people watched him exactly as you had...
And even though you knew there was no way in hell that this man could see you when he looked into his camera...
In your own little bubble of horny delusion, he was looking at you.
And that is perhaps what makes him so popular. The way he connects with his audience. The way he just doesn't set up a camera and act as if no one is watching him. He engages and puts on a show well worth the $10.99 a month.
Knowing and feeling that made this monthly subscription feel less like an expense and more like an investment.
Wonho's hand still rested around his dick, which was still stiff in his grasp but not as erect as it was seconds ago.
He sighs and leans up from the back of the couch, the sound of his sweaty back pealing from the leather surface making him cringe.
"Alright guys...that was fun but looks like Im gonna have to take another shower.." he huffs humorously.
You watched him in silence as he reached off-camera for a small washcloth he must have prepared beforehand.
Wonho cleans himself casually, wiping his cum from his chest and abs as if he spilled food on his shirt or something, and it makes you smile weakly.
He then wipes his hands thoroughly before tossing the washcloth aside. The cushions squeak beneath his bare ass cheeks as he scooted forward, lifting briefly to detach the device mounted by the tripod.
Now carried in the hand he just used to jerk himself off, Wonho held his audience and lifted them so that he was looking up at the camera in selfie mode.
"I hope you enjoyed our time together. I know it was quick but I didn't want to interrupt your day for too long. I have a lot of cool content planned for the month so stay tuned. Subscribe to get notifications and become a platinum member for exclusive videos. Until next time. Come back and see me. Bye..." he winks and gives the camera a quick wave before the screen goes black again.
And just like that, the stream was over.
I miss him. I miss his random IG posts of his bawdy. I miss his smile. I miss his laugh. I miss his dorky shimmy when he’s shy or embarrassed or happy over his food. I miss his daily vlives (dammit Vlive why’d you have to go!!? *waves fist)
*sigh* anywho..🌚 I think im gonna do more onlyfans wonho stuff
#monsta x smut#wonho smut#wonho#changkyun#jooheon#kihyun#hyungwon#shownu#minhyuk#hyunwoo#changkyun smut
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NO, HOBIE!
(AU: Ya'll ever read No, David? That lil fuckin' cholo silver teeth lookin ass brat? I just had a thought 😂)
Miguel shouting at the punker, who's wobbling to the edge of building, "NO, BROWN! I swear to GOD if you jump in that fucking pool of possessed Spider-people, I will kill you myself!" The last thing they needed was this ridiculous punker joining in on the chaos of all of this!
Hobie grinning widely under his mask being very tempted, and hated being told what to do. The gang were in a world where Dr. Oct created a dangerous serum that got Spider-people to do his bidding, and leaking out green salvia with their mouths morphed into Spider mouth. Seems like this Dr. Oct found a way to copy Shathra being similar to her Spider Wasp beings.
Luckily Lyla was working on a cure, while Miguel is trying to keep the gang from changing and stopping the mad-villain. However, Hobie saw the opportunity to fuck shit up as always! Why is it when Miguel always say no, there's always trouble from Spider-punk?
"Is that a threat?" Spider-Punk innocently asked with his goofy Spider-Punk mask beaming at Spider-man 2099.
Peni in her Sp//dr suit letting out a low groan, "Hobie, NO! Come on, this is serious!"
Miguel growling through his teeth. Pavtri had his hands out, "You know, Miguel doesn't mean it. Hobie, come on, my dude!"
"Brown, I am warning you!" The older Spider-man growls in anger.
"Mmm, I'm hearing a yes?" The Spider-Punk stick his long lanky leg out pretending to fall.
"NO, HOBIE! Bad! I'ma tell on Miles!" Peni shouted.
Spider-Punk quickly stood back hearing his Sunflower's name. Then, the massive urge to jump to the pile of infected people with Ace monstrous features got him pump. Those intrusive thoughts winning especially when Miguel commanded, "It's an order, Brown. Get over here, now!"
"Okay. Okay, no need to get your trousers in a mix." Hobie happily walks away at the edge hearing relief sighs, then he quickly turns back to jump down, "PSYCH! You thought!"
They all had their mouth dropped when their punker friend literally got infected all because his intrusive thoughts were in the way!
"HIJO DE SU PUTA MADRE!" Miguel cursing out loud enrage by his fellow Spider-Punk, ruining another mission just to fuck with him. The rest of the Spider-heroes saw their friend already turned into a freaky humanoid Spider causing ruckus.
"ALL FOR ANARCHY! I LOVE IT!" He shouted before he made odd growls.
"Ugh, and we needed him, too." Peni groans.
Pavtri rolled his eyes, "So what do we do now?"
"Hey guys, Miles was able to knock out Dr. Oct! How's your part of the plan going?" Gwen asked as she speaks through the intercom.
Miguel already raging at the side having to curse out in Spanish. Peni and Pavtri stood on top of the building with no luck of achieving their goal, "Yeah, about that..." Peni began.
Gwen let out a low groan, "Don't tell me... Hobie?"
"Yeah." The two sounded so bum about this outcome and exhausted.
"And Miguel?" She asked.
Pavtri answered, "He's uhhh..." Seeing his leader still ranting out loud in anger, "might need a drink later..."
"Oh god!" Gwen growls.
Then Miles' voice appeared, "What? What happened? Did the mission failed?" He had tied up the Dr. Oct variant up with metal bars. Then stood with his friend being confused.
"Guess." She sighs being exhausted.
"What did Hobie do this time?" Miles' voice already sounded drained knowing full well this was his boyfriend's doings. "Gawd, please tell he didn't jump in the infected?"
"He jumped in the infected." They all said with tiredness in their voice a bit annoyed at that.
"UGHHH! Let me go get him!" Miles groans, "Gwen, you have to go over there and help them. I'll be here and bring back Hobie since he's acting like a damn two year old!"
"Okay, be careful. Hobie might be a monster and hurt you." Gwen pointed out then chuckles, "Ha, that sounded stupid when I said that out loud."
"Then, I'll whack the shit out of him for being dumb!" Miles huffs already headed out to search for his man. Gwen went over to the other group to help them out with their goal in breaking in the building to let Lyla have control.
Meanwhile, Miles spotted his boyfriend causing a mess. "NO, HOBIE! PUT THAT DOWN!" He jump behind his boyfriend being a few inches away.
Possessed Hobie made sounds out of his mouth, this was Shathra all over again! Miles crosses his arms, "Hobie, you are in big trouble! Why did you turned into this?"
"Grr... hissssss, SsSSUNFLOWER!" His Spider-Punk happily rushes over to give him a hug knowing a familiar scent and face. His Sunflower being present had brought back his memories and focus on being his Spider-Punk self.
"Bae, you're infected! Stay put." Miles took a step back.
"NNNOOOO, Sunflower! Huuuggg meee!" He follows his boyfriend wanting affection.
Miles was able to lead his boyfriend away from the rest of the infected into the building where Dr. Oct was capture. His Spider-Punk fighting off any infected trying to get close to him, which was a good thing that infection isn't madding the punker.
Hobie snuggle his Sunflower when having the chance, "Sunflower!"
"Hobie, if you bite me, I will give you the Silent treatment." His Sunflower warned him as he types into the computer to have the building where his friends are opened up.
"Nooooooo!" He buries his face into his shoulder wanting cuddles. "Pay attention to me!"
"Okay, guys. I got it." He said through the intercom as his boyfriend became super needy.
"Alright, we're in!" Gwen answered.
After all that, the mission became a success. Lyla was able to make a cure, and had everyone turned back to normal. Miles grab his boyfriend's shirt giving him a full blown lecture, "Next time, you decided to let your intrusive thoughts get in your way, I will personally punish you, Hobie! No means No! I know, damn well you only did it to piss off Miguel."
Hobie stupidly stand with his legs a few inches apart to be on his boyfriend's level, his Spider-Punk mask being so bug eyed. "You're going to punish me, luv? Kinky."
"Oh shut up!" Miles keeping his serious attitude, "Next time, your not gonna be in a mission with me."
"Nooo, luv! Don't be so cruel!" His punker whines, seeing how much he upsetter his boyfriend. "Don't ignore me."
Miles gave him the silent treatment. Gwen slurp her slushie, "So... you think it was worth it?" She looks at Hobie.
Peni and Pavtri chuckles seeing the punker being dragged by holding on Miles' ankles. Good that what's he gets.
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Hei pi minju is greeting us for the start of the month of october 🥰😍😊
Those damn legs had me weak 🥵🫠
Hopefully all things goes well this month pi 🙏
Gawd, she’s still perfect as ever 🥰
Thank you! Unfortunately, its not off to a good start due to some revelations I’ve recently found out, but here’s hoping we can finish the month strong.
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Cringey personal mini rant time!
My whole damn body is going haywire. My skin has that weird chilled but sunburnt feel that you get when you have a fever but I don't have a fever. My throat is sore from screaming my lungs out at Karaoke. I'm getting random body pains from gawd knows what, my legs are cramping in weird places, I simultaneously wanna curl in a ball and stretch out, and it feels like something just jabbed me in the ribs under the left arm but nothing is there/it's a phantom pain of some sort.
The possibilities:
Someone has a voodoo doll of me
Knowing my crush is gone for 2 weeks is leaving me with Actual Withdrawal symptoms
Turns out soulmates can feel each other's physical pain and mine's having a rough time in a too-hot-yet-too-cold cramped environment while being stabbed in the ribs under the left arm
Covid
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Non-Expendable
You're not the greatest at socialization. So it never fails to baffle you when the king of social skills comes to pay you a visit.
You x Sun (Agent Dawn)
Soon. Soon it would be ready. Your next great creation. Oh, how you loved working in the labs. The agency had been kind enough to give you plenty of material to work with, and you had your own little nook to retreat into if you needed to take a break from people. You didn't hate people. Not really, just... they could be a lot sometimes. Or, sure, you were more than capable of carrying a conversation or listening to people go on about whatever. But sometimes, you just needed to be alone with your music playlist.
Today you were intensely focused on writing up a report, when your peripheral vision caught sight of movement and you jumped, grabbing your taser from off the desk.
“Whoa! I surrender!” A friendly voice said, as two hands were raised in the air.
You breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing at your chest. “Agent Dawn, I told you not to sneak up on me. I'm gonna put BELLS on you.”
Dawn gave a small chuckle, hands still playfully raised in defeat. “Apologies, a force of habit. You know how it is. The taser is new.”
“Yeah, well... can't be too careful.” You set the weapon aside and swiveled your chair to look at him properly. “So, what's up?”
Dawn's hands fell to his sides. His demeanor was bright and friendly as always, but there seemed to be a slight droop to his shoulders. “Can I borrow your ear? You're always such a great listener, and I feel like I can trust you with a secret.”
You smiled. “Ooh, a secret,” you murmured clandestinely. “Well, pull up a chair, I got some time.” That was the awesome thing about your work schedule. As long as you got work done, they didn't care what hours you worked.
Dawn pulled up one of the chairs, the act of sitting doing NOTHING to diminish his tall and lanky frame. You'd seen many sides to this animatronic, this agent, this man. You reckoned lots of people have seen the smooth and suave peacock of a schmoozer he was infamous for being. You weren't certain many got to see this side though. The side that was just a little bit less cocky and... dare you even say, perhaps, vulnerable?
“So, I was on a mission with a co-worker. Agent Neon, you know them, yes?”
“I've worked with Neon, yeah. Pleasant person, a delight to collaborate with.”
“Indeed,” Dawn agreed with a nod. His fingers gently drummed on the armrest. The action drew your gaze. You might be a chemist at heart but... you could admire excellent craftsmanship when you saw it. “I recently went on a mission with them. During which I might have...”
“Did you flirt with Agent Neon?” you guessed. Apparently, you had beaten him to the punchline because he tugged at his tie in a... not agitated manner... not nervous either. Damn, you wish you were as good at reading body language as he was.
“I was just being friendly. Just doing what a gentleman would do,” he stated smoothly in his defense.
“Mm-hm,” you said with a smile. “So what happened then?”
“Neon mentioned my brother, Eclipse. And, you know, that wasn't so bad at first. But then later I got so many messages from Eclipse and it was just...” He leaned over, covering his face with his hands. “I didn't mean anything by it, honestly I didn't.”
“Maybe they're just giving you a hard time, pulling your leg, jerking your chain? I mean, I've had friends and some family who do that to me. Just try not to take it personally.” Good lord do you wish you could take your own advice sometimes.
Dawn peeked out at you between his fingers and good gawd how was this bastard (affectionate) able to look equal parts pathetic AND charming at the same time? “You really think that's all it is?”
“I'm almost sure of it. You are...” you sighed. “A very smug peacock of a person, but you're also very sweet and good. That's easy enough to see.”
“Such a honey-coated barb coming from you.” Dawn laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Thank you, that does put me a little bit at ease.”
“Glad I could help. And, hey, if you need me to make you another plate of pancakes, just let me know.” You grinned and gave him a pair of finger guns.
He chortled, bringing his hand to his mouth. “I still have the first one pinned to the fridge.”
Aww, that was really sweet. It made your tummy turn in a pleasant way. Something about your demeanor must have keyed in on his sensors because his eyes lit up and he slid back into the skin of a smooth operator he wore so well.
“Oh, my, did I just get you to blush?” Dawn asked playfully, leaning forward in his chair.
Not wanting to lose face, you scoffed and planted your foot between his legs, pushing against his chair as hard as you could with the intent to make it wheel back. However, you forgot to take into account that he was heavier, and physics existed. So you instead sent yourself wheeling back and crashing into the adjacent desk and tumbling onto the floor.
Or you would have, had a pair of hands not caught you, saving you from a nasty spill. You found yourself staring up at Agent Dawn who looked both amused and concerned.
“Are you alright? You didn't hit your head did you?”
Awkwardness rising. Internal temperatures rising. Reaching critical levels. Only one thing to do. You went limp. “This the end for me. Please bury my body with my book collection.”
“Agent Pancake, don't make me stoop to drastic measures,” Dawn said, taking hold of your hand. “I have various methods of resuscitating you.”
Blast it, this man was good. Too good. WAY TOO GOOD. You huffed dramatically. “Can't let me die in peace, huh?”
“Not a chance. You're far too good of an agent to lose. And far too good of a friend. Non-expendable.”
That was another magical thing about Agent Dawn. When he spoke, he was so good at making you feel like you were the important person in the world. You stopped playing dead and opened your eyes. “Alright, I guess I won't give up the ghost today.”
“Good to hear.” Agent Dawn helped you back onto your feet, and his hold was so incredibly gentle.
“For what it's worth, you're a great friend too,” you told him. Then, to avoid looking at his face, you hugged him.
You felt him tense up a moment and were worried you had crossed a line, but then you felt his arms wrap around you and you squeaked as he lifted you off the floor. You'd always struggled with feelings of self-worth. However, at that moment, you really did feel non-expendable.
(A self indulgent fanwork based on @lavenoon's Accidentally Undercover AU.)
#sun x y/n#sun x reader#accidentally undercover#fnaf security breach#fnaf au#fnaf sundrop#fnaf sun#fan work#justfangirlwritings
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If you feel so inclined, can you talk a bit about what you love and/or enjoy about the Morse novels? On the strength of loving the show Lewis and a recent delighted binge of the first 4.5 seasons of Endeavour, I just read "Last Bus to Woodstock" and my feelings are... mixed. On the one hand, I deeply enjoyed many of the Morse/ Lewis interactions ("'I see,' said Lewis, unseeing")-- on the other hand, I found the *multiple* "is rape even really a thing?" discussions, the legs-first descriptions of female characters, etc etc etc pretty exhausting. In your view, is enjoyment of the first book a good indicator of enjoyment of the series as a whole in this case?
Sure! (I am postponing my grading.) To give a comparatively short answer to your more general question first: the prose, the wit, the cleverness, and the virtuosic playing with the detective novel genre. I love good prose. I enjoy clever prose. As is clear from this blog, I read a lot of detective novels and have a lot of opinions about the genre! So for all these reasons, I am squarely in Dexter's target audience.
Now, to your second question: um, maybe? It depends on what variables are most important to you. Personally, I would say that Morse is sexist in ways that the novels are not; and I say this with great affection for the character! He's a romantic who has flashes of devastating self-awareness and he is very clever and grumpy and vain and fundamentally kind and I love him; also he tends to the Edwardian binary as described by Dorothy L. Sayers: "The women, gawd help us" or "The ladies, gawd bless 'em."
I know you didn't ask for a sort of counterargument to your reading of the text, but unfortunately I am an academic by temperament as well as training I think that offering my views on some of the things Last Bus to Woodstock is doing may help you to understand why I like the Morse novels, and to assess whether or not you're likely to. I think that one of the really interesting things LBTW is doing is to ask: what scripts about sexual desire and sexual violence are available to women in an unimaginatively patriarchal society? When might a narrative of rape be the only available strategy of self-defense against more insidious manifestations of misogyny? Also, in the tradition of great detective novels, I think it is asking and answering interesting questions about when and where and by whom women are being exploited, and how these realities can be obscured by narratives about respectability, class, wealth, sexual mores. It's been a while (years) since I last read the book, and I can't find the copy I thought I owned, but I thought the legs descriptions were funny, part of the absurdism of the only clue being the view of a woman running towards a car in the rain, and our poor protagonist being forced to fixate on this. Do all women run "in the same damn ham-fisted way?" (No, but Morse has had several long days.)
TL;DR: sometimes I am also bothered by the sexism/misogyny in the books, but I see the novels as commenting on these oppressive realities more than participating in them. Also, for me personally, reading detective plots as good as Dexter's, and prose as good as Dexter's, are special pleasures.
#my detection obsession#last bus to woodstock#colin dexter#inspector morse#morseverse#ftr i do not love the inspector lewis show which may also be relevant to the inquirer#i love kevin whately a whole lot!#but i think that show is easily the weakest of the three
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Damn Mikey skinny hecking legs >:V PUT SOME MEAT ON THEM SO I CAN DRAW THEM EASIER GAWD
-struggles-
#beanztalks#delete later#reeee omgosh im working on something#istg its taking me hours on his legs XD
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