#but the execution of everything is FUCKED

[flux1563]

Waterbomb effect ft. Saerom

Words : 3k

Y/n is a man who is in a romantic relationship with all nine members of fromis_9.Fromis_9 is a girl group from Korea consisting of 8 members, including Roh Ji-sun, Song Ha-young, Lee Sae-rom, Lee Chae-young, Lee Na-gyung, Park Ji-won, Lee Seo-yeon, and Baek Ji-heon.The romantic relationship between y/n and the nine members is very special; he/she has access to the fromis_9 dorm.Y/n often has sex with each member every day in turns, and the members even enjoy listening to the sounds of each other's sessions from their respective rooms.

One day, y/n was invited by the members of fromis_9 to watch their performance at the Waterbomb Festival.Of course, he got a VIP spot, she could see the members getting ready from the dressing room, walking out to the stage together. He watched fromis_9's performance closely. Seeing the members' tight and revealing sexy outfits. Because this is a waterbomb festival, water is their friend on stage. They shot water guns at the audience, and sometimes even aimed at each other. His eyes were fixed on Saerom, her wet clothes made her beautiful body outline through the fabric she was wearing. When Saerom fired the water gun, he imagined something wild; he wanted Saerom to shoot strong and powerful water, but through her vagina.

SUMMARY^1: Y/n maintains a sexual relationship with all nine members of the Korean girl group fromis_9, frequently visiting their dorm. At the Waterbomb Festival, y/n is granted VIP access to their performance. During the show, they are aroused by Saerom's wet outfit, leading to a vivid sexual fantasy involving her water gun.

Y/n couldn't watch any longer, seeing Saerom looking so sexy made him hard.His pants were tight when his cock got hard, so he decided to wait for the members in the dressing room.He made a plan for Saerom, he would tear her shirt when Saerom entered the dressing room, regardless of whether the other members saw, he would execute his idea even if the other members were watching, he would show the other members how he made Saerom squirt.

Y/n from inside the dressing room could hear the music had stopped, she said to herself, "finally, the moment has come."The members entered the dressing room, intending to change clothes.Even though y/n was in the dressing room, the members ignored her because y/n had often seen the members naked in front of her.Saerom was the last person to enter the dressing room.Y/n suddenly approached him and immediately tore his wet shirt, leaving only his bra and underwear.

"Are you very eager to see our appearance, y/n?"One of the members spoke up when they saw y/n forcibly tearing Saerom's shirt."What does this mean y/n, Can't we wait until we get to the dorm later?” Saerom said while covering the bra she was wearing with her hand. "No, Saerom, I get really turned on watching you dance in your tight clothes," y/n replied.

Y/n's head immediately went down towards Saerom's groin, removing her underwear."Y/n, I'm embarrassed, I haven't had the chance to shave my pubic hair clean?"Saerom said.Saerom's vagina is very beautiful even though there are a few fine hairs on top of it."It's okay, Saerom," y/n replied.

Saerom's beauty is still very captivating in her current state."Do you want to do it here?"Saerom said shyly because the other members were circling around them and watching everything."Do it here y/n, we want to see Saerom's expression when she's being fucked by your big cock," one of the members said."We heard rumors that Saerom can squirt non-stop and very forcefully," one of the members shouted again to y/n.

Saerom is very embarrassed right now, how could the other members know that she is a squirter."Don't do it here y/n, I promise if you wait and do it in the dorm, I'll let you use me until you're satisfied," Saerom said."Are you sure you don't want to do it in front of all of them? Your pussy is already wet," he said. "I don't want to do it here, I didn't know my pussy was wet, I'm always wet in front of you," Saerom tried to persuade y/n.But y/n didn't care, she started licking Saerom's clitoris."Ahhhh" Saerom began to moan as she felt y/n's tongue wetting her clitoris.

Saerom felt her body betraying her, she felt something different.Doing something erotic while being watched was a new experience for her, and her body was starting to enjoy it."Wow, you look like a whore, Saerom. How can your pussy be so wet when we all watch together?"One of the members teased Saerom.Hearing that made her cheeks flush, it seems she likes being humiliated in public, something Saerom had not realized until now.

Saerom pulled y/n's hair, submerging her head deeper to lick her entire pussy."Ahhhh.... Ahhhh.... Ahhhh..... So delicious.....""Continue, y/n," said Saerom."Look at her, Saerom's face is losing control of its expression," one of the members said. "Come on, y/n, just a little more, we want to see Saerom orgasm while squirting," another member added.Saerom felt strange in her body, how could she reach orgasm even faster when being watched by others?"Answer Saerom, do you want to cum now, are you going to squirt?"Jiheon teased Saerom. Saerom just nodded in response. Saerom knew that y/n's tongue was indeed amazing, but he didn't expect to be made to orgasm so easily just by it."I cum y/n......ahhh" Saerom's legs trembled violently, y/n immediately stood up and moved away from Saerom. Suddenly, Saerom's vagina squirted intensely, her trembling legs straining with all their might to keep her standing."Look, the rumor that Saerom is an easy squirter is actually true," Nagyung said to everyone."Wow, you're amazing, Saerom. I'm so envious of you. I've always wanted to be able to squirt like you," Ha Young said.

Saerom wet the floor with her squirting liquid.The members looked at her with envy. "I'm a squirter too, but I can't squirt as hard and as much as you, Saerom. I'm really envious," Nagyung said to Saerom. The dressing room floor is very messy now because of Saerom's fluid."Now lick up the mess you made, Saerom, clean the floor until it's spotless." Y/n commanded Saerom.Saerom immediately obeyed the command, her body moving automatically upon hearing y/n's command. Saerom immediately knelt down and began licking the floor, tasting her own squirting fluid.

The members were shocked by what was happening, but their shock quickly turned into excitement. "Look at Saerom, she's like a kitten licking milk," said Gyuri, watching the scene with a grin. "I want to be the one to make her squirt next," said Seoyeon, looking at y/n with a hint of challenge in her eyes.Y/n just smirked and turned to Gyuri and Seoyeon, "You'll get your turn, but now watch me make her cum again," he said confidently.

Y/n crouched down behind Saerom, who was still busy cleaning the floor. He pulled her soaking wet panties to the side and began to insert his fingers into her warm, tight pussy. Saerom's moans grew louder as he started to thrust his fingers in and out, the sound echoing through the dressing room. "Fuck, you're so wet," y/n murmured as he felt her juices coating his fingers. Saerom's body was responding to the pleasure even though she was in the middle of her embarrassing task. She couldn't help but push her ass back into his hand, begging for more.

The other members watched with bated breath, their own arousal building as they saw Saerom's reaction. "Oh, my god, she's going to cum again," whispered Jiwon. The tension in the room grew thick as y/n added another finger and began to rub Saerom's g-spot. Saerom's moans grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she squirted for the second time, her liquid spraying onto the floor and y/n's hand. Her body convulsed, and she leaned against his chest, panting heavily.

The members clapped and cheered, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're incredible, Saerom," said Jisun, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen anyone squirt like that," added Gyuri, clearly impressed. The atmosphere in the dressing room shifted from shock to awe. The other members looked at y/n with a mix of envy and desire, wishing they were the ones being pleasured so masterfully.

Yet, when they approached him, eager to be next, y/n held up his hand, a firm but playful smile on his face. "Hold on, girls," he said. "Tonight is all about Saerom. I promised her a special performance, and I'm not one to break my promises." The air was electric as the other members stepped back, their desire palpable, but also understanding that y/n had a plan for each of them.

Saerom, still panting from her intense orgasm, looked up at y/n with a mix of surprise and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, yet so desired, in front of her fellow members. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she realized she didn't want it to end. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of the others watching her, their eyes glued to her body's reactions.

"Now get up, all of you, and start recording," y/n announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other members scrambled to grab their phones, the anticipation in their movements clear. They had never seen anything like this before, and they were eager to capture the moment. Saerom hesitated for a second, but the desire to please y/n and the excitement of the situation overrode her shyness. She stood up, her legs still wobbly, and leaned against the wall for support.

The room was ablaze with the light from the phones as they all aimed their cameras at the couple. Y/n stepped closer to Saerom, his erection straining against his pants. He undid his belt with a dramatic flourish, letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, making the members gasp in awe. It was even bigger than they had imagined. Saerom's eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Just watch and record," y/n ordered the group, his voice thick with desire. The members didn't need to be told twice. They began to whisper to each other, their excitement growing as they watched y/n stroke his cock, teasing the head with his thumb. He stepped closer to Saerom, pushing her back against the wall. She could feel the coldness seep into her skin as he placed his hand on her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles.

Without warning, y/n thrust into her, filling her completely. Saerom's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out loud. The camera clicks and gasps from the others only heightened her arousal. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers in a rhythm that was both brutal and tender. Saerom's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she matched his every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, mingling with her cries of pleasure.

The members were captivated, their own hands moving to their own bodies as they recorded the intense scene. Some were biting their lips, others were blatantly playing with their breasts and clits. They couldn't help but be affected by the raw passion on display. They had never seen Saerom, their shy and sweet bandmate, act so wanton. It was thrilling and exhilarating.

Y/n leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You're going to cum for me again, right here, right now," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Saerom nodded, her voice lost in the sea of pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around him, her orgasm building. With one final, deep thrust, she let go, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his cock and the floor. The room was filled with her cries and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. The members watched, their eyes wide with lust as they recorded every moment.

"More, more, more! I want you to make Saerom squirt again until she's brainless!" Jisun shouted, her own hand buried in her panties. Y/n chuckled, the challenge in her voice only serving to fuel his desire. He picked up his pace, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into Saerom's tight pussy. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind unable to process anything except the feeling of y/n inside her. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy spasming with each thrust.

He reached between them and began to rub her clit in perfect time with his thrusts. Saerom's moans grew more desperate, and she could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm. "Y/n, I'm going to... I'm going to..." she gasped, her body taut as a bowstring. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "That's it, baby, let it go," he urged her on. And with that, she did, her pussy gushing around him in a powerful, wet climax that left her trembling.

The members cheered and clapped, their own arousal reaching fever pitch. "Again," Gyuri whispered, her voice thick with need. Y/n didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled out of Saerom, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, pushing her onto the dressing room table. "Spread your legs," he demanded, his voice commanding. She complied without hesitation, her legs spread wide as he pushed back into her from behind.

With renewed vigor, he began to fuck her hard and fast, his hand coming down to rub her clit with every thrust. Saerom's body was a blur of pleasure, her orgasms blending into one never-ending wave. She could feel her mind slipping away, consumed by the intense sensations. "Cum for me again," y/n growled, his voice low and primal. And with that, she did, squirting all over the table and his hand, leaving it slick with her juices. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, drawn-out moan as he continued to pound into her, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

The other members watched, their own hands moving faster as they touched themselves. They could feel their own arousal reaching new heights, desperate for their turn with y/n. But for now, they were content to watch the show, their eyes glued to the screen of their phones as they recorded every moment. "Keep going, y/n," Ha Young encouraged, her voice shaky. "Make her beg for mercy."

And so he did. He varied his pace, sometimes slow and sensual, other times fast and punishing. He whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he loved watching her squirt for him, how much he enjoyed making her lose control. Saerom's responses grew more incoherent, reduced to whimpers and gasps as she lost herself in the pleasure. "Please, y/n, I can't take anymore," she begged, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

But y/n was relentless. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her squirt over and over again. He felt her pussy tighten around him, the signs of another orgasm approaching. He increased his speed, his hand moving faster on her clit. "Cum for me, Saerom," he ordered, his voice a seductive purr. And she did, her body convulsing as she squirted all over the floor, the sound of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the table, her body a trembling mess.

"I... I can't," Saerom panted, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Yet y/n didn't stop, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and intense. "I wouldn't stop until my seed was empty, Saerom."

With renewed strength, he picked her up and carried her to the floor, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. "Look at me," he demanded.

Saerom managed to open her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. He pushed back inside her, his strokes deep and powerful. She moaned, her body responding despite the exhaustion. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mix of love and dominance. "Mine to fill, mine to make squirt."

The members watched, their eyes glazed over with desire. They had never seen Saerom look so wild, so uninhibited. It was like watching a side of her they had never known existed. They could feel their own panties growing wet, their bodies aching for his touch. "Fuck, she's so hot," someone murmured, their voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Cum for me, Saerom," y/n groaned, his own release building. "Let me see your beautiful face when I fill you up."

Saerom nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She focused on the feeling of his cock inside her, the way it filled her completely. Her hips began to move again, her body responding to his command. And with one final, powerful thrust, she came again, her pussy clamping down on him, her body shaking as she squirted once more.

Y/n grunted, his own orgasm following closely behind. He pumped into her, filling her with his cum, his warmth spreading through her. He leaned down and kissed her, a gentle contrast to the roughness of their earlier actions. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice softer now.

Breaking the kiss, he turned to the other members, who were all still recording. "Now," he said, his voice still a little rough from his own climax, "send all of that to the public."

The room went silent for a moment, the only sound the panting of the two on the floor. Then, the members looked at each other, excitement flashing in their eyes. They knew what this meant: their little secret would no longer be just that. The thought of the world seeing Saerom's uninhibited passion and their own desire for y/n was intoxicating. One by one, they hit send, the videos of the intense scene flying out into the digital ether.

Their phones chimed in unison as they received messages of confirmation. The videos were uploaded, and now, the world would see what they had all just witnessed. The anticipation was palpable, the thrill of the taboo act adding to their arousal. "It's done," Gyuri announced, her voice a little shaky.

Y/n pulled out of Saerom, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He helped her to her feet, his arms around her waist to steady her. She leaned into him, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. "Thank you," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed.

The other members stepped closer, their eyes on y/n's cock. They could see that he was still hard, still ready for more. "Who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning the group. They all stepped forward eagerly, their own desires now out in the open. The dressing room had turned into a playground of lust, and they were all eager to join in the fun.

The next few hours were a blur of passion and pleasure. Each member took their turn with y/n, their performances recorded and uploaded for the world to see. They took turns being both the performers and the audience, watching and participating in a series of scenes that grew increasingly wild. The dressing room was a mess of discarded clothes, water, and sex, the floor sticky with a mix of sweat and cum.

As the final member's cries of pleasure faded and the last video was sent, they all collapsed onto the floor, spent and satisfied. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, and their laughter filled the room. They had never felt so close, so connected. The bond between them had been strengthened by their shared secret, and they knew that nothing could ever break it.

Their phones began to buzz with notifications, the outside world reacting to their public display of desire. They didn't care about the scandal that was sure to follow. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of belonging and being desired. They had shared something special, something that would always be theirs, no matter what the world threw at them.

The members of fromis_9 looked at each other with a mix of excitement and apprehension. They had crossed a line, but they didn't regret it. In fact, they were all looking forward to the next time they could all be together, to explore their desires further, to push their boundaries even more.

The next day, the viral videos had taken the internet by storm. Fans and media outlets alike couldn't get enough of the explicit footage featuring Saerom's unbridled passion. The comments sections were flooded with shock, praise, and an endless stream of thirst. The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the globe. The group's social media accounts were bombarded with both love and hate, but the love was undeniably stronger.

The record label was initially horrified, but upon seeing the unprecedented spike in their social media engagement and the skyrocketing sales of their latest single, they quickly changed their tune. They called an emergency meeting, trying to decide how to handle the situation. Some suggested a public apology, but others saw the viral videos as a golden opportunity to boost their image, to show the world that the group was not just a bunch of innocent girls, but also women with desires and needs.

Saerom herself was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention but also secretly thrilled. She had always been the shy one in the group, but now, she was the center of attention for reasons she never could have imagined. She felt a newfound confidence in herself, knowing that she could make people feel the same intense pleasure that y/n had given her.

The other members watched the news in amazement, their faces plastered on every website and magazine. They were now the talk of the town, the scandal of the century. Yet, they weren't scared. They had each other, and they had the protection of y/n. They had become more than just bandmates; they had become a family, united in their shared experience and their love for one another.

The story grew wilder with each new piece of "leaked" content. Each member had their own moment in the spotlight, and they reveled in the attention. The scandal had turned into a phenomenon, and fromis_9 was now more popular than ever. The group decided to lean into it, teasing fans with suggestive posts and even hinting at more to come. They had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

[essektheylyss]

I do find the uptick in folks who got upset that some of us felt like there wasn't enough follow-through on narrative consequences suddenly turning around wanting the Hells to be hunted by Vasselheim very funny, because I'm just like... so what I'm hearing is that you want your faves to be on the run from religious leaders because the choices they made had such massive ramifications and so aggressively spurned that religion it demanded exile if not outright execution, because it makes for a more interesting story with more interesting characters.

I understand the canary in the role mine now: you're jealous of me. You want what the Essek stans have.

[neodazed]

enhypen - 🎀 - grinding/dry humping

ot7xfem!reader - grinding and dry humping

warnings: grinding, dry humping (wow the shock), clothed sex, thigh/knee-riding, hand-riding, nose-humping, abs too, mentions of doing it on objects, some might be executed slightly painful, not all humps are dry tho, lmk if i missed smth!

biggest kisses and hugs to every oral-fixation enjoyer out there 💋 can’t believe it got 600 notes ! also, i wanted to say that i’ll gladly take requests, but i’m a person who takes their time and def puts their brain-bugs first. have fun reading !

HEESEUNG

The first time Heeseung kisses you out of pure impatience, so rough his nose quite literally smashes onto yours, you know that’s something you will ride one day.

Obviously, you weren’t wrong.

But it’s not like you could just ask him bluntly — hey, you’re nose is so perfect, can I ride it? You didn’t have that much of a filthy mouth on you, no. You needed an ideal situation, which where you both were lost and loose enough to flew towards that direction.

So, back in the present, you’re already sitting on his face. The only fabric still “covering” you is the partially unclapped white bra, that Heeseung was too impatient to discard entirely, resulting in a annoyed huff, and just leaving it hanging off your tits, before grabbing your thighs in a harsh grip, and pulling you over his face.

Familiar it was, how your pussy enveloped mostly his chin and lips, a thing you’ve done countless times since you got together. The usual, practiced moves of his tongue licking your walls till the deepest parts he could possibly reach. His mouth closing around your clit, sucking so hard to the point you cried from both pleasure and faint pain. Sometimes, he liked to act like a jerk, and force you to stay in place, so that the joy you recieved was completely controlled and minimized by him, but truly, deep down, he was drunk. So high from how you taste, smell, and feel, all he wanted was to lay there and let you bounce on his face until he suffocates.

Totally normal about it.

Again, you’ve taken your well-deserved place. Your grip on his hair is tight and stable, as you lift your hips up and down in a repeating motion, sliding his warm muscle in and out of your pulsing hole. He groans into you, sending all the right vibrations, finger trying to rub your hard nub. When you push a little harder, paying a little less attention to wether he gets to breathe or not, you slide up enough that your clit brushes against the tip of his nose, and it’s so good you forgot everything you’ve thought out before. Your movements become intentional and directed, and his hand drops to his side by the newfound force. He waits a little, before grabbing your hips to pull away, his expression amused.

He’s smirking.

“If you like my nose so much, why don’t just sit on it all together?”

Your face reddens, realizing how obvious you have been. Is there a point of denying now though? Absolutely none. He gives a more soft, confirming nod, actually encouraging. You sit back, now in a position that allows his nose to go in between your puffy lips.

You don’t let yourself down entirely, but he doesn’t take your nice values happily, he grunts and pushes you down. Whimpers leave your mouth as you grind your clit without hesitation this time, a mantra of his name, gratitude to every god in the sky that let you have this moment. Crying out is an understatement to the noise you let out when the tip of his nose somehow manage to push past your ring. The bump rubs your insides in an unusal, yet mouth watering way. It’s Heeseung.

He’s the one slobbering over this, feeling like he’s on the edge of fucking heaven, and you’re about to send him through the gate by choking him into afterlife with your cunt.

Turns around it’s both of yours thing, afterall.

JAY

It was supposed to be a simple makeout session after dropping you off at home.

But then you started to stroke the back of his head with your cute little nails, opening your mouth wider, arching into his touch more, and before you could blink, you were in his lap.

However, he still holds back as much as he can, knowing you have to part ways eventually. He strokes your waist in a gentle manner, not pushing or pressing at all.

The problem is?

Those fucking jeans he decided to put on today. For anyone else, it looks and is like a simple pair of black denim jeans, and you are glad for that, honestly. Because thank god no one expect you stared at Jay enough to obsess over how the baggy pants got so tight in the place that mattered the most in this moment. You don’t even want to deny how you’ve been ogling at the bulge in his lap.

And that was him soft.

You must have a sixth sense, that made you wear a skirt today. As you lean onto his body, and lick into his warm mouth, it’s incredibly easy to just put your covered wetness on said bulge. He groans into the kiss, pulling back for a minute.

“We don’t have time to have sex now…” Is what he whispers, the words sounding almost painful coming from him, and you chuckle, continuing the kiss.

“We don’t have to” The short sentence is made in bits, taking a second for a sloppy kiss in between every word. He’s a tiny bit skeptical, but now so turned on he doesn’t protest.

He’s big enough to press against you in the right angle even through the tight material. It feels so big, so hot, so hard it makes a point itch somewhere deep inside of you. Your panties made of lace, and the fabric you try to so needily grind on make such an uncomfortable mix you’re not even sure how does it still feels so good.

It’s similar to a few things you did in the past, when you were single and inexperienced. Like humping a pillow, spraying cold water onto your clit on the hardest pressure, or grinding yourself back and forth on the arm of your chair.

Expect, now you’re not just dumbly chasing pleasure. It’s with Jay, who is kissing you so hard it bruises your bottom lip. With Jay, who guides you back and forth on his dick with his grip on your hips. With Jay, who pulls your soaked panties aside, and spits on your cunt you’ve rubbed raw by this point to make the slide easier, not caring if it also lands on his clothes. You already dirtied him with your slick, anyways.

It’s with Jay, who lets you explore and have your fun for a while, before getting frustrated and unbuckling his belt. The zipper he tries to pull down fastly grazes your lips, and you hiss, but immediatelly forget about it when his dick gets shoved into you the next second.

JAKE

It’s late in the evening.

The light breeze flowing in through the slightly opened window is a small sort of relief to your body, heated from the oppressive summer air and from the sight of your shirtless boyfriend laying next to you.

You are both tired - it’s obvious. Hazy eyes, short yawns, giggling about literally anything that happens in the late night glow, while you are wrapped up in each others presence.

But you can’t just go to sleep. Not like this, not when he is kissing so softly inside of the part connecting your neck and shoulders. When he reaches down to see if you’re also aroused, and it’s not just him growing needy despite the tiredness glooming over both of you.

He finds you wet, obviously. He smiles against your lips, proud of himself, and probably because he is a little out of it. Helps you kneel up just enough so that he can flatten his palm perfectly to cup your heat. He is way too spent to do his usual teasing, and the same goes for you. You make a silent agreement to just take.

His hand and forearm is strong, they don’t even budge as you begin to slowly rock yourself back and forth. You always loved them, to be honest. They’re big enough to envelope your smaller ones, his fingers are long and veiny, and it all screams perfection. He adds just the slightest pressure with one of his long digits to your clit, a motivation to go faster.

To hump the fuck out of it, basically.

But it wouldn’t be Jake if he wasn’t a whiny mess himself - he doesn’t ask for your palm, he just grabs it, and wraps it around his cock. He fucks your fist in a messy pace, no rhythm whatsover, sometimes yanking your arm so hard your own pace falters. Or the opposite, and he gets you in a position where the knuckles of his fingers press on your covered slit in a way that sends you to the edge right away.

‘S-so good, baby. Gonna come all over my hand? Gonna fuck yourself on it?’

Both of you do exactly that.

SUNGHOON

Black tank top+gray sweats+Sunghoon after his gym session?

Either have him now, or die, you think.

He’s sitting in front of you, with a towel loosely hanging around his neck.

The way his thigh strains beneath the thin fabric makes your mouth water, quite literally. All you can think about is having that taut muscle pressed between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the fabric until it starts to ache — from both the frustration and the roughness of the material.

Then your gaze travels up to his torso, watching as the black tank top clings to his slightly sweaty muscles, outlining everything perfectly for your hungry eyes. You have to bite the inside of your cheek just to stop a moan from slipping out at the sight alone.

Of course, Sunghoon isn’t stupid — and by now, he knows you well enough to read your mind. Not that your lust-drunk expression left much to the imagination anyway. He smiles at your reaction, before pulling you into his lap.

‘Sit, pretty’ He pats his wide spread thighs for you.

He starts kissing you — hot, demanding. In contrast, his fingers are gentle as they caress your thigh, moving slowly up and down, occasionally slipping just beneath the edge of your shorts. You sigh under his touch, and your own hand sets off on a little adventure — though it’s a short one, since it only gets as far as his cock. He smiles into the kiss, grabs your wrist, and pulls your hand away. A frustrated little growl escapes your lips, making him chuckle softly.

‘What happened? The way you were staring, I thought you were planning to cum on my thigh.”

He says with a smug grin, pushing you back slightly in his lap.

You lift your hips for just a moment, letting him slide your shorts and panties down. With the layers gone, the hardness of his thigh sends even more pleasure surging through you, pressing perfectly against your pulsing wetness.

‘Damn. You’d really ride anything I give you. Are you that desperate for me, Love?’ You don’t have the energy to huff at his words, because truly, you really are that desperate.

You must be quite the shameless sight, reaching down with one hand to part your outer lips just enough to grind your clit directly against him. You can’t say it isn’t a little embarrassing — but the arousal far outweighs the discomfort. You’re wet, of course you are, and every forward motion makes everything even slicker.

Sunghoon watches your little performance with amused, mischievous eyes. He’s already rock hard beneath his sweatpants, but watching you struggle, rubbing your swollen clit against his thigh like that, was just too entertaining to stop you.

‘Mhm, that’s it, baby. Make that dirty cunt cum over my pants.’

And you do.

SUNOO

Sunoo always has nerve-wracking punishments that make you question, time and time again, why you decide to piss him off in the first place.

Of course, not enough to stop you from doing it anyway.

Yet you haven’t even done a single thing wrong — you simply showed your own little cute, polite self when you returned the male waiter’s courteous smile at the restaurant.

Apparently, you can’t smile out of pure politeness anymore — you note out loud, after Sunoo makes you strip naked in front him. Your snarky comment only makes him roll his eyes. Of course even now, you can’t fucking shut up. Your smile instantly fades when he suddenly reaches between your legs, to press his palm onto your flesh. He scoffs at your reaction.

‘I’m scolding your nasty behaviour, and you’re fucking getting off on it?’ You stumble on your feet, and quickly take a hold of his shoulder as you shrug as an answer to his question. It wasn’t meant to be answered. Sunoo pulls back, leaning against the armchair he is sitting in. He is still fully dressed, in black denim pants, and now half-way unbuttoned white shirt. His flashed collarbone and chest, combined with the angry look on his face is simply delicious to your eyes. He pats his knees for you to sit, so you comply. Your first move is to lean onto his mouth, but he grabs your jaw and stops you.

‘I didn’t say you can kiss me’ You sigh. Alright, typical. Should’ve thought so. Your next go is at his crotch, but when he also yanks you back from there, you are left dumbfounded.

‘You’re really that stupid? You don’t get to have my mouth, dick, or fingers, baby’ Oh, okay. So this is the punishment this time.

‘So…what are we doing then?’ You sigh, biting your lip. You are needy, he literally stripped you down, and you are sitting in his lap. There’s no way he just wants to sit around and make you suffer…Right?

‘I didn’t tie your hands, did I? Get yourself off somehow, but do it without my help’ And his cock, mouth and fingers, as he said. As you think about what should you do, you shift on his legs, trying to get more comfortable, and now, you don’t know if he does on purpose or purely accidental, but his knee also adjusts in the same moment, and slides right under your core. And that’s more than enough to inspire you.

You rest your paws on his thigh, to steady yourself. You pull your hips back a little, so your pussy is just right in front of his knee, then push back. The sensation is immediate, though it’s a mix of strange and good. The fabric of his jeans is rough, obviously not meant to be, well, rubbed on, but it’s not like a flicker (or some more) of pain is not something you love in the first place. With the pace you settled on, the humping movement makes you whine, bumping your clit against the bones of his knee again and again. It’s still not enough though, Sunoo can see it very clearly on your face, hear it dripping through your pathetic little sounds.

There’s no warning before he holds your hips down, and moves his knee up. You whimper rather loudly, naked chest slumping against Sunoo’s, grabbing onto his arms.

‘S-sunoo, that hurts’

‘Hurts? You don’t want me to stop though, do you?’ He smirks, knowing the answer damn well is a desperate ‘no’.

His knee spreads your pussy apart as much as possible, the hardest part continously dragging up your slit and against your clit everytime he pushes up. You let out a hiss. Your lips, your slit, the entrance of your hole, your bundle of nerves…they’re all red and swollen puffy of the harsh material rubbing against you. You are almost crying, when you release over his clothes, your liquid dirtying his expensive jeans.

‘Thought this would be a good punishment, but of course you enjoyed it.’

JUNGWON

Jungwon’s family home had ridiculously thin walls, and it didn’t help that his parents’ bedroom was just two doors down.

Knowing all that, you probably shouldn’t have made out with the poor boy like crazy the first time you stayed over — but what’s done is done.

You pulled away before things could go too far, and now the two of you lie next to each other, breathing heavily.You turn over, as if not seeing his face might somehow calm the desire burning in you — or in him.You feel him shift too, the slow, deliberate way he wraps an arm around your waist and buries his face in the curve of your neck.You let out a relieved sigh, thinking maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to fall asleep like this — in this soft, sweet little moment.

Then his hips move.

At first, you try to tell yourself he’s just shifting to get comfortable — but by the third slow grind, it’s hard to keep up that narrative.

‘Won. What are you doing?’ You tilt your head back slightly to look him in the eyes, whispering. The boy shakes his head while a delicate blush spreads across his cheeks.

‘I c-can’t help it. I need to feel you right now’ He says in a desperate tone, now grinding with intent against your ass.

You want him too, how could you not? You haven’t been able to do much since you got together yet, but the desire and chermisty is definietly there. You feel it everytime you meet, everytime you touch, everytime you look at him. Obviously, you’re not about to have sex now. It’s not the place or time to do it, but still…

You can’t say no.

You take a shaky breath. The fingers that were resting on his hand now travel further, stroking his arm that is wrapped around your middle. Not with the most confidence, though just as eager as him, you push back. Feeling his bulge press against your backside and thighs is not that new. But the impatient, hurried pace of it pressing onto you is, and you think it must be good for him.

Good, but is it enough?

You need more. You need his growing member on a place that is pulsing for him, unsure yet open at the same time.

The only thing you’re wearing are boxers and panties, so when you suddenly decide to turn on your other side, he’s not prepared to back up even a little bit, and his cock presses forward, but now onto your pussy, covered by the very thin layer of underwear. Your hand slaps on his mouth almost right way, to stifle the loud noise you know he’s about to make.

You keep one of your hands there, even when Jungwon rolls on top of you, to rub his leaking hardness harshly. He’s obviously frustrated, the layer of his briefs being the reason, since you have gotten so wet your panties almost make no difference in the process. He grunts, and frees his dick, reassuring you when he sees the doubtful look on your face.

‘I won’t do anything else. Just want to feel you better’

It’s messy. Full of pre-cum, slick, and slight sweat, a mix of fluids making the slide so hard. If he was inside, he would he in heaven now. He’s not though, and the slippery mess you have created together only makes his annoyence grow, his grip on you tighter, and the press of his hips unhuman, both in pace and strength.

If there was unresolved sexual tension between the two of you before, now there’s a whole bomb ticking for more.

RIKI

‘I had something in mind’ Is what you whisper into Riki’s mouth when you pull away to breath for a second.

At first, his brain doesn’t really register that you said something, and instead of an answer, he kisses you again. Making out with Riki is quite similar to a fever dream, you think. Relatively slow, but the intensity doesn’t lay in the pace he sets. It’s a nerve-wrecking build up of plump lips, firm hands and wetness.

Both of you like it sloppy.

You try to gently push him away by his chest, and he listens this time.

‘Yeah? What is it?’ He did listen at first too, he was just too into it.

You are not that embarassed to say it, of course. You and him make a couple who are both got a rather high sex drive, and Riki was certainly never afraid to voice his thoughts on new things you could try. You, on the other hand, might be a bit more shy to just blurt them out. You’re not ashamed of wanting it, but your boyfriend is so good at keeping that damn eyecontact, and that cocky smirk on his lips still, that you can’t help but get flustered at times like this.

‘It might be a little weird’

You tuck your hair behind your ears. The muscles of his face are already twitching, but he suprisingly manages to stay serious.

‘Weird to me? Or to you?’ His fingers stroke from your hips to the underside of your chest repeatedly, making it kinda hard to think.

‘To you. I think’ His expression turns amused, but he doesn’t comment anything else, looking forward to hear it finally.

‘I though I could like…you know. Your abs’ You don’t say the word ‘ride’. You don’t really want to, and you already have been grinding on his clothed cock, so the idea might give itself, hopefully.

‘You gotta be more specific than that, baby.’

Asshole.

‘Like…grind on it.”

He stills for a moment, shocked that you actually said that out loud. Then he nods, and peels his shirt of fin a swift motion. The perfect pattern of his abs are revealed to your eyes, your mouth runs dry at the sight. His broad shoulders, biceps, veiny forearms and hands…the well built six pack on his stomach is a perfect match to complete the beautiful man that he is.

He lays on his back on the couch, his upper body flexing in the movement. Since there was no question and he seemed to be on board, you decide not to give him any more chance to tease you, so without another word, you quickly shimmy your undies down, and straddle him.

Biggest beige flag?

‘When his abs are so well defined you can cum by rubbing your cunt on it’.

Yes, that’s pretty random yet you love it.

You have to part your outer lips to feel him, and he is quite mesmerized by the view he is blessed with.

‘Such a pretty pussy for me, hm?’

Now you are glad he is talking, his voice sends waves of pleasure through your body, and it all comes out in the form of your wetness gathering between your legs. You try your best to have a stable grip, but you keep on slipping on his abdomen. He huffs, grabbing your hips and fixing you. He starts to guide you, pressing you down so hard the only thing you can do is moan.

‘It’s a bit funny, no? You’re so needy for me. You want to ride everything I have’ He lets out a low chuckle. Your face turns red.

“And you let me do it. That makes you just as needy, no?’

He smiles, and drags you down for a kiss.

‘Not my fault I have such a freaky girl on me.’

bae @ziiao

[natsredbra]

Wingwoman, go!

summary: Misty develops a cutesy, high school type of crush on Nat - Van helps her execute it!

a/n: Ooookay, it’s finally here. I will cry if it flops. I’m actually kind of proud of this one, which is rare for me. Ty 📼 anon for this very cool req!

warnings: angst (not too bad tho), Natalie can’t tell what she wants…I actually don’t think if there’s anything else but lmk if you do find something!

word count: 4.9k

pairing(s): Misty Quigley x Natalie Scatorccio; brief Van Palmer x Misty Quigley (but mostly platonic)

taglist: @misty-scatorccio, @towabirdno1fan, @feralnataroni, @flurpe @lesbabe6 @radioactivesweet @ambessasevikasexslave, @ashliami @johnnytoothpick @ikeepgettinglostwithchairs @wompingburg

It was quite a warm, sunny day, though the absence of Mari was much colder. Natalie sat in her hut, awaiting her next inevitable meeting while worrying her head off. She was supposed to protect these damn girls. She’s meant to lead and take charge but no, Shauna Shipman being the way she was kept ruining everything.

“Hey, we good to come in?” Van asked, peering inside and seeing Nat look lost in thought.

“Oh- yeah, sure.” She stammered, moving over to make room for the two girls.

“Hi! You look a little pale, are you alright? Should I get you some water or tea? Or I could-“ Misty rushed as soon as she sat down, taking ahold of the girl’s hand.

“No, Misty I’m fine. Just get on with it.” She said quietly, not looking at her. In truth she didn’t mean to be snippy, but she was extremely irritable right now. Had right to be, too.

“Well we just wanted to go over everyone’s chores today. Gen is being annoying about the shit bucket.” Van said in a bored tone.

Natalie could not fucking believe it. Their friend was out there, somewhere missing and they’re worried about their dumps? Jesus Christ.

“Fucking god, I’ll take it.” She said, rubbing her face with one of her hands. The other one was still in the warmth of Misty’s.

“Hey, it’s okay Nat. I’ll do it, I know how stressed you are.” The curlyhead replied to her.

She sounded different, somehow. Sure, Misty was always there to kiss someone’s ass but this felt different. More affectionate, with genuine worry. Van indeed noticed.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as a smirk formed on her face, observing the unassuming Natalie as she softly nodded, giving Misty a small “thanks.”

“So…we will leave you alone. You go rest or something, you look like hell, okay?” Van added to Nat, with prominent concern.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll try to come up with a plan, just make sure everyone gets ready.” Natalie practically groaned, hugging her knees to your chest and resting her head on them.

The couple of them got out, Misty sending a small wave Nat’s way. She acknowledged it. She really did, with a barely noticeable smile.

“Hey, Quigley!” Van called out, tapping her on the shoulder.

“What’s up?” Misty asked all too enthusiastically, turning around to look at her.

“Well your BPM around Nat, apparently.” She said quieter, putting her hands on her hips as she studied the other girl’s expression. Van looked very amused, and had the “knew it!” expression. Tai and her did bet on chores when they talked about it - Van insisted that Misty had a thing for Natalie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Misty shot back.

She did.

“Are you kidding? You were practically drooling when she took your hand!” Van said with an amused cackle.

“Okay- you can’t tell anyone!” Misty relented, her voice dropping to a whisper-yell.

“I won’t, don’t worry. It’s very sweet.” Van said, though Misty picked up on the slight mockery.

“Yeah, okay. I knew I shouldn’t have told you, you’ll just make fun of me.” She said in a slightly shaky tone, and for some unforeseen reason, it made Van feel slightly bad.

”Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound that way, god knows I was a dork when I crushed on Tai.” Van soothed with an apologetic glance.

“It’s fine. Thank you for the apology.” Misty replied. Before the redhead could muster a reply, they were cut off by none other than Natalie stepping out of her hut.

“Speak of the devil.”

“Attention! Look, we need to get on this, we can’t just have her wander around. After everything we heard last night, she can’t be out there all alone.” Nat called out to the girls as they gathered.

“What do you mean?” Gen asked, sending down a bucket of water.

“Mari didn’t come home last night.” Tai replied in a bored tone, laced with worry.

“How didn’t you know that?” Someone else exclaimed before Nat cut them off.

“Enough! Now that we all know she’s missing, we need to look for her! I’m not fucking joking, she could be in serious danger.” She scandalized, entirely fed up with them all.

No one spoke for a moment after that.

“Fine, I’m gonna find Mari. Who’s with me?” Natalie asked, looking around for any volunteers.

Van slightly kicked Misty’s leg in a “Raise your hand!” gesture, as if she wasn’t going to already. Indeed, her arm flew up. She felt both hurt and disappointed when Nat seemed annoyed by the gesture.

“Shauna. You’re coming with me.” She directed, though it didn’t do much for the brunette.

“I’m not looking for her. Fuck Mari.” Shauna seethed, seeming offended Natalie even had the nerve to ask.

It made Misty a little giddy now, knowing she had no choice but to go with her. Van shot her a knowing look and a grin. “I’m coming too!” Misty cheered, clasping her hands together once she got up.

“We’re going right?” Tai asked.

“Yeah, but not with them.” Van replied, already heading to the woods.

“Obviously.”

—————

“Where do you think she went?” Misty asked, following Nat like a puppy. They had been walking for some time now, and Misty attempted casual conversation more than once, even when Nat didn’t seem to engage.

“Well we know Mari skipped dinner and there’s berries that way, so…” Natalie replied flatly.

“Oh smart! Decisive.” Misty called out, staying quiet for a moment. “You know, if there’s anything you wanna talk about, we can-“

“Well, when Travis and I went hunting we didn’t really talk, we just kind of quietly…” Natalie said, looking down at her feet.

Oh yeah, she knew what they did, it wasn’t talking. Didn’t like it. She decided to change the topic.

“Too many people have disappeared without a trace. Crystal…Coach Scott.” She knew it was a risky mention, but went with it.

“Mm, fuck Coach Scott.” Nat retorted, pursing her lips with an eye roll.

“Do you think that he’s dead? Do you think he definitely burned the cabin down?” Misty inquired further.

Natalie stayed quiet. The truth was, it was a difficult topic for her. More so then any of them really. But long live the Scatorccio name, she’d never admit it.

“He always believed in you, you know. I think he’d be really proud of what you built.” Misty said with no ill intention, yet it scratched Nat’s brain differently.

‘Proud.’ As if anyone was ever truly proud of her. Not her dad, not Travis, not Coach Scott. Misty was proud, Natalie didn’t know it. She payed no attention to it.

“Coach Scott didn’t know shit about me, we basically never spoke.” She shot back at the girl, speeding along.

“Wait wait!” Misty ran up, placing a hand on Nat’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to add salt to the wound or anything! I just thought you’d wanna know-“

Natalie wanted to be like the others, just tell her to fuck off and roll her eyes, she really did. But that’s simply not who she was, especially around Misty for some reason. The girl was annoying and overbearing to no end, but for she intrigued her. It was a mystery as to why, yet it still happened every time they would talk.

“It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it in a bad way. And I shouldn’t have snapped.” She interjected, scratching her head. It wasn’t an apology but it was pretty damn close - more then Misty every heard.

“Oh, yeah…thank you.” Misty chipped, awkwardly letting her hand drip from Nat’s shoulder.

She looked into the half-blonde’s eyes. They were gorgeous, green, and it complimented her fair skin tone so well. Her hair may have been grown out, but it’s the most beautiful Misty’s ever seen it. Somehow, Nat was also still soft to the touch. Maybe the summer humidity worked in her favor, she thought, but her own callouses were simply outnumbered. Not that she wouldn’t kiss those as well, as little as Nat has them.

“We should carry on.” Natalie said softly. She could see Misty studying her, not looking or checking her out. Genuinely looking over her and mapping out her features. Natalie also thought it was simple admiration.

She stayed quiet due to the mutual, unsaid agreement between them. That Natalie was someone to be proud of.

—————

With all the productive conversation they had, Mari was still a no show for anyone that looked for her. Bummed that their efforts were fruitless, the Yellowjackets settled back into their humble abodes.

“So, how’d it go with…y’know?” Van questioned as Misty came along.

“Well we didn’t find Mari.” Misty said as she set her bag down.

“Yeah, that sucks, but I’m asking what happened with Nat?” Van asked, can you blame her for being invested? There was absolutely no harmless drama in that forest anymore, this is all she could het right now! And the two of them getting together would be as funny as it would be cute, why wouldn’t she wanna participate in that?

“I don’t know, okay?! She definitely doesn’t like me back. I don’t wanna get my hopes up about something that I know won’t happen.” She bellowed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You don’t know anything! Everyone is so horny out here, I saw Melissa and Gen humping each other by the lake.” Van argued back, seeing how the girl’s eyes glimmered with a bit of hope. “I’m just saying, nothing is impossible. If I got Taissa you could get Madonna.”

“You really think I can do this?” Misty bugged, there was never enough praise or reassurance for her.

“Sure, why not? And hey- worst case scenario is she rejects you, which is what you’re expecting anyway.” Van stated bluntly, taking a seat next to her.

They observed Natalie as she talked to Tai across camp, seemingly making a plan for finding Mari the next day. Covering more ground, going south, that sort of thing.

“She’s so pretty.” Misty declared, looking at Natalie as if she hung the moon and the stars. It was the way she thought of her anyway.

Van could only give her a knowing glance from the side. Really, she knew the feeling all too well.

—————

The morning soon came, and with it more worry for Mari’s disappearance. There was no sign of her, and they were all preparing for the inevitable, though no one had in them to voice it.

Natalie got up early. Too early for her liking, but she had a lot on her mind. Yes, her missing friend was not a comforting thought, but what unfortunately lingered the most was the conversation she had with none other than Misty Quigley.

She chose not to think of the hand that lingered on her shoulder for a moment too long, yet her very words. Did she really think coach would be proud of her or was she saying it to get on her good side, just like she tried with everyone else? Natalie asked herself as she stared at the pointy ceiling that gave away a couple rays of sunlight.

But this time, she seemed so raw and authentic, and nothing like what the other girls saw of her. Misty wasn’t the annoying or overbearing girl everyone knew her to be in that moment - she was caring not conniving. Wasn’t plotting a way to be accepted but giving her true reassurance. It hit Natalie harder then it should have

She hated how it made her feel. How feeling seen, even by Misty fucking Quigley made her stomach flutter and an involuntary, tiny smile stretch over her face. Jesus Christ she wasn’t actually smiling over Misty Quigley!

Whatever, Nat chose to ignore her emotions yet again and decided she needed fresh air and a cold splash of water on her face.

Once she did get down to the lake, with Nat’s great luck, Misty appeared to be there too.

“Oh, hey! Why are you up, it’s only now sunrise?” Misty called out, turning to look at Nat.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Natalie gruffly answered, taking a seat beside her.

“Nightmare?” Misty questioned, far too chipper at this hour.

“Something like that. Why are you up?” Nat pondered quietly, glancing up at her.

“I always get up early. I don’t like wasting the day.”

“Right.”

They sat in silence for a long moment yet surprisingly, Natalie was the one to break it.

“Did you mean what you said yesterday? About Coach…?” She inquired in a soft, unsure tone. It made Misty’s heart melt.

“Of course I meant it. How could I not? Anyone would be proud of you, much less him! You were his favorite.” Misty reassured still as her hyper self, though she toned it down a little. The air between them seemed charged, with what, only god knows.

“You’re an amazing leader. Don’t let Shauna or anyone make you believe anything else.” Misty added with a firm tone, her eyes boring through Natalie’s face. She still didn’t look at her.

“Thank you.” She muttered anyway, not letting her tears show.

Misty noticed, she always did. Always would.

Without thinking twice she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Nat’s laden, slender frame. She felt like absolute heaven in her grip, even her soft sobs and watery eyes were like renaissance art for Misty to explore and interpret in her own way.

As if she was everyone else’s in theory but hers alone right now. Natalie was hers to appreciate and nurture as would be a sagging lamb. She almost was, in a way.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s gonna be better, I promise. If anything I’ll make it better…” Misty cooed, circling her arms around Nat’s neck, hands coming out to soothingly scratch her scalp.

Natalie’s were protectively crossed over her chest, yet she made no move to pull away. Simply enough, she curled up in Misty’s hold as hot tears streamed down her face. She was quiet, letting out small sighs and whimpers as she wept.

The moment was abruptly broken by a cheering commotion back at their camp, making them both whip their heads up. Their looks of confusion soon disappeared once they heard none other than Mari’s voice.

Misty took the liberty to wipe the stray wetness that lingered on Nat’s face before helping her get up on her feet. Without another word they hurried along, two minutes felt like hours with all the anticipation running through their veins.

"Mari!" Misty yelled out, running up to the girl. She looked absolutley exhausted and in pain - god knows what even happened to her.

"Thank god you're okay! I mean thank the dirt or whatever- I'm so glad you're not dead." She urged with a laugh that got returned, Natalie moving to stand behind them.

"Where were you?" Charged Shauna, coming in with all her angry glory.

"I walked back to civilization so I could fuck your dad!" Mari chided in a sarcastic tone.

"She fell in a hole and fucked up her knee." Taissa answered instead.

"I dislocated it. Like the girl we played from Manasquan last year. The kneecap was back here and I had to push it all the way in."

"Oh!" "Ew!"

"The hole was like- twenty feet deep, I thought I was gonna die in there! Like Baby Jessica!"

"Baby Jessica didn't die."

"And that was a well."

"A well's a hole." Mari finished off before being abruptly interrupted by Shauna.

"If your knee was so fucked, how'd you get out?" Shauna mockingly inquired after which followed a long silence.

She looked around the girls which returned skeptical looks, expecting a believable answer. Once she realized she couldn’t come up with one, she went with the truth and hoped for the best.

"Coach Scott found me...he tied me up and took me to this cave he's been living in." Mari finally explained, earning gasps that came from sheer disbelief.

Natalie’s chest almost felt like it was in her throat “Fuck.” She muttered, out of fear or rapture, she wasn’t sure, and it was a thin line.

"I knew it! He's totally lost it" Van grumbled with a scoff.

"You don't know that!" Misty defended. Not coach, for Natalie.

"Dude he tied her up and took her to his lair!" Van tried to reason again, though their bickering was soon over

"Can you find your way back?"

—————

After the whole ordeal, as they were getting ready to head off Misty sat in her hut, packing a few necessities. She heard a slight ruffle outside, revealing herself to be Van as she entered.

“So, I saw you were with Nat when Mari came back.” Van prodded with peaking curiosity, sitting down on the hard ground barely covered by a lanky sleeping bag.

“Yeah, so what?” Misty tried to play it off, the slight red hue of her cheeks becoming quite obvious.

“Well…any game?” Van inquired, wanting to coax a satisfying answer. She was living for this, truly.

“No, not really. I mean she was super upset so I hugged her and stuff, but that’s it.” Misty replied dreadfully, zipping her backpack in quite an aggressive manner.

“Dude what?! Natalie hugged you? You do realize that’s like - a huge deal, right?” Van scandalized in a whisper - yell, leaning in in immense interest.

“What do you mean?” Misty asked hurriedly, setting her bag down as her investment skyrocketed.

“Are you joking? Do you know how fucking rare it is for Nat to show someone she’s upset, let alone hug them?” Van exclaimed with a dry laugh.

“Wait, really?”

“Damn, you might be better at this than we thought.” Van jested with a sly grin, pressing her back flat against the hut’s wall yet again. “But wait, do you know how to y’know…properly?”

“Do what now?” Misty shot back, tone laced with confusion.

“Kiss, Quiggles. Do you know how to make out? Other lessons you’ll learn along the way.”

Oh

Oh.

“I mean- I tried, with this boy once. But we were little, maybe eleven. And it was tongueless.” Misty replied with a bit of embarrassment, but mostly a strange sort of engagement.

“Seriously? Nat likes good kissers.” Van murmured in a small question. “How about I teach you?” She blurted out all too casually.

“What? What do you mean teach me?” Misty quietly implored.

“I mean kiss you, teach you to kiss.”

“Seriously? Won’t Taissa be mad?” She bugged, cheeks beet red.

“She’ll be fine, she knows. So you good to do this?” Van dismissed and asked, that fucking grin still on her face.

“Yeah, sure.”

Van nodded carefully, now taking a gentler approach towards the girl. She spread out her legs in front of her, silently urging her to climb into her lap. Misty takes the hint, carefully straddling Van’s lower thighs, almost where her knees arch.

Van was slightly amused and chuckled at Misty’s nervousness, though she didn’t say anything to make it tougher on her. Instead, she leaned forward, inches away from her chapped, pink lips.

She took a moment for Misty to get comfortable and take a deep breath before snaking her hand to the back of her neck, angling closer until their lips met.

At first, it was a soft, close mouthed press against each other’s lips. They lingered there for a moment until Misty took the liberty to place her hands gently on Van’s hips.

From there it slightly escalated, as Misty parted her lips in a soft gasp, Van took the opportunity to envelop the girl’s top lip between her own. The action repeated as they both got touchier, breathing heavier.

Misty tried her luck, slipping her tongue past Van’s entrance. Surprisingly, Van let her, swirling her own against it in a swift, practiced dance.

All Misty could think about was Natalie. What gave her confidence was imagining it all being her. Her imagination knew no bounds normally either, so how could it in a moment like this?

In her very mind, the scenario was much different. She pictured Nat, in all her leather jacket glory, pulling her into her lap and crashing her lips against hers like there was no tomorrow. Like there wouldn’t be tomorrow if she hadn’t. It was what Misty wanted the most, really, to feel needed by Natalie, and god was her head running wild right now.

Van’s mouth against hers never relented, letting her feel the moment out. They found a nice, slow and sensual rhythm the more they went on. It might’ve been the funnest teaching moment Misty ever had, really. Second to the first aid class she took sophomore year, of course.

“Is everyone ready?” Shauna shouted out, making them both jump.

Misty was abruptly taken out of her imaginary haze, wide eyed and flushed once she pulled away. Van gave a her a soft giggle before pushing her off her lap, getting up and ready for the journey.

It was a long one indeed, once they reached the very crucial clearing the sun had already set. Mari needed many breaks due to her leg, and it was too hot to go fast anyhow. Everyone felt a rush of panic once Mari stopped, standing confused as to where she’s supposed to go.

”For fucks sake, really?” Tai barked at her.

“I’m not lost okay? I’m just remembering.” She replied, looking around.

“Hey, it’s okay, take your time. You got this.” Came from none other than Shauna. Surprising at first glance perhaps, yet obvious with her intent.

After much exhausting walking and the group bonding over jelly legs and excessive blisters, all of them arrived to the almighty cave.

"That's it! Over here!" Mari exclaimed in excitement as they all gathered around.

"Shauna wait!" Misty jumped in, "We're really gonna just...go in?" She asked, entirely skeptical of the situation.

"What did you think we were gonna do? What do you think happens when we go inside? You guys, we don't have to do this." Natalie tried one last time, though her efforts proved to be fruitless.

"Yeah, we do."

"Fine. I'm going first - you two stand guard, if you see anything just scream your asses off." Nat stated, and everyone complied without a question.

Like a dumb action movie hero she went in first, protecting her group. Misty went in right behind her as well as the other girls.

Pretty soon they were blocked - in Shauna and Akilah's opinion a diversion made by Ben, yet in Nat's a collapse.

They stood there, doing the only thing they all knew how to - argue pointlessly.

"It's a double bluff, like in that movie with the two guys!"

"The Princess Bride?"

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"We should try both. Shauna, you Van and Akilah take the open path, the rest of us will try to clear out what we can here. Take two lanterns, we'll take the other three and if you run into trouble just get loud, we'll do the same." Natalie commanded quite like she was born for it, with which they parted ways.

Misty inevitably stayed by Nat's side all the way as they searched with no sign of hope. It only got harder the more tired they got, and none could seem to pound down the large mass of rocks piled up in the cave's corridor.

“Do you think he’s in here?” She asked her, holding one of the lanterns for them both.

“I don’t know.” Nat commented, entirely unsure of it all.

“Do you want him to be?” Misty striked again. This girl just always knew how to push Natalie’s buttons.

“They won’t kill him if you don’t let them.” Misty said in a hushed tone to prevent the others from hearing.

Natalie didn’t say anything, because she truly didn’t know what the hell would happen. If Shauna found him first who knows what she would do? God knows she isn’t waiting for permission.

It seemed impossible, clearing it all out. Also seemed as if there was nothing there anymore, as if a black hole enveloped them.

That was at least all until they heard yelling at the other side, fucking Ben, nonetheless.

Hurriedly the girls followed the sound, meeting with a mix of panicky and drowsy Shauna, Akilah and Van and a very roughed up Ben.

Natalie immediately approached him, pointing the rifle right at his chest, "Sorry coach, you're coming with us." The way she said it was kinda hot, Misty thought, but now was not the time.

The walk back was packed with tension. It was quiet and uncomfortable with occasional grumbles between friends.

Misty was there for Natalie. While she had to police their supposedly psychotic coach, she was there by her side, not letting her do it on her own.

“You’re being really brave, Nat.” She mumbled, rubbing Nat’s arm in a quick, comforting motion.

Natalie stayed quiet again - and Misty didn’t take it badly. The reason is because Nat has a specific look she gets when she’s appreciative or obviously reassured, and in that moment, it was painted all over her face.

Putting Ben down in the animal pen, everyone went off to sleep in terrible exhaustion.

—————

Misty caught sight of Natalie sitting by the fire, not yet putting it out. She had a blanket loosely wrapped around her, shielding her from the slight wind that went along every night. It was a nice change from the constant warmth, like a caressing, soft hand easing another one of their troubles.

Troubles, with which Nat seemed to deal with right now. She was sulking, shoulders hunched with quite a sad look in her eye that you barely see. No resentment, no anger. Simple and utter sadness.

“Nat?” Misty approached slowly, careful not to disturb her in case she wanted to be by herself.

“Yeah?” She answered faintly, keeping her eye on the swaying flames in front of her. Before she got stuck out here, she never noticed how interesting fire was.

“Do you wanna talk?” Misty tried again, wrapping her arms around herself - an action she took when she felt afraid of being ostracized or dismissed yet again. Somehow, she never got used to it.

Natalie simply shook her head, and with a tinge of disappointment, Misty slowly walked back to her hut - before she got stopped, that is.

“You can stay. I mean - will you?” Natalie hoped, raising her head to lock her eyes with Misty’s.

Misty, as if on autopilot, frantically nodded before settling down next to the very bane of her existence. Dramatic, maybe? But then again, she got reject more times then she could count, it only made sense for her to be cautious and fearsome.

The couple of them sat in silence - not sure if it was a comfortable one. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable either. Only sound that could be heard was the soft cackle of the fire, casting a warm orange glow over their faces.

Misty glanced to the side, taking note of Natalie’s lineaments. She looked gorgeous in this light, a true undiscovered beauty that made Misty write poetry with her eyes. Nat’s features were more prominent, shining with the acedia of her own actions. The girl would always find a way to blame herself.

Then there was Misty. Not studied, but very thought of. Natalie pondered about her, she could feel her gaze burning holes onto the side of her face, unsure and wondering. She felt wrong and embarrassed for the way she felt, yet the more she tried to push it away, the bigger the feeling got. Why Misty Quigley, out of everyone? Why is she the one to make her feel so safe and accepted? How did she make her feel so secure just this morning, with a hug and a couple sweet nothings? How did her presence make her feel calmer?

“Misty I-“ She started, feeling conflicted and confused.

“What is it?” Misty asked with a tinge of unease.

“I don’t know.” Nat whispered, more to herself than the other girl.

Her eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of her, even though her mind ran insane. What was this feeling and why is it what she felt for Travis before they got together? How is it even possible? She dared not say the word that lingered in her thoughts and without better thinking, she lunged forward and pressed her lips firmly against Misty’s.

Neither of them could believe it, really. Misty was surprised to no end, yet she didn’t back away, as if she ever would. It was what she’d dreamt of for months- Natalie. It was what she dreamt of for years- to be seen. The kiss stretched on, going from a soft brush to a deep mess in seconds, it was primal in a way.

Natalie’s fingers locked in Misty’s curls, making her let out a small, involuntary whine as her grip on the blanket tightened.

All good things do come to an end, and this one’s just so happened to be once Nat pulled away.

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

I've been thinking about that again lately - especially the point about Cassian being an unconventional male lead in the movie - and I think what annoys me so much about the Andor characterisation (besides how little there is of it sometimes) is that it reads like a character who was reconfigured for the male gaze in many ways.

Rogue One Cassian:

a guy who committed fully to a cause at a very young age, and was clearly destroying himself in the attempt to hang on to that idealism. Yes, that man killed people without flinching, and was clearly prepared to do it all over again, but he was also wracked with guilt over it

implied to be a good manipulator (Tivik, who is clearly very afraid, still agreed to meet him and give him a huge secret; he convinced Bodhi they'll make it off Scarif; holds good speeches; described as a great recruiter by his superiors in the additional publications)

but clearly winging it most of the time, and not often suave

no hint of being great with women (calling Jyn's commitment to the cause inadequate and privileged, trying to tell her what she is feeling, then returning and offering her an army of people willing to die for her is... inelegant as far as flirting goes tbh)

kept being one-upped by the female lead in physical fights

took orders readily, deferentially and silently, both from his CO and (gasp!) the female lead

there was no specific personal loss that had pushed him into caring, although he did tell Jyn she was "not the only one who lost everything", it was never specified if that made him pick up the fight or not

he was the organised stickler to Jyn's rebellious chaotic approach

he was largely a reactive character, shifted around by the plot and, most importantly, by following Jyn

failed his main assignment, not because anything out of his control went wrong, but because he couldn't bring himself to shoot Galen

his arc was relearning (or, possibly, learning for the first time) to assert his own judgement over his superiors, which is a storyline usually given to female characters

meanwhile, here is what Tony Gilroy saw in Cassian:

source: Vanity Fair

Couple things here.

"A perfect kind of spy" - yeah! But in a real-world sense, not a James Bond sense. Because James Bond is actually a really bad spy. Cool, but terrible. He leaves a trail of women he fucked whom he told secrets to and who can be used to manipulate or trace him, he tells everyone his government name for no reason, he is drunk, keeps killing people who could tell him stuff, and cannot stop drawing attention to himself. An actual good spy is unassuming and nonthreatening, and sure, charming and attractive doesn't hurt but not in a way that people will remember. A spy who is the hottest thing since sliced bread? Way too conspicuous. The Cassian we see in the movie defaults to make himself nonthreatening at every opportunity - making himself look goofy and clumsy ("oh no, my gloves!"), smiling, making himself smaller, letting himself get kidnapped with no earnest attempt to resist or retaliate.

He is not the perfect warrior. He is a good shot and appears to have an ungodly pain tolerance, but we never see him engage in violence in the way that "warrior" stereotypically implies. It is never implied he is adept at any strength-based combat and he will not get up close and personal. This man never beats up anyone, he is not reckless when outnumbered, and his main contribution to the final fight is drawing fire and covering the protagonist, and almost immediately getting hit.

"The perfect killer" who, again, had the perfect chance to execute a vital enemy target and didn't, simply because he emotionally could not do it. Great analysis, man, no notes!

I think the interpretation of "seductive" isn't wrong in regards to R1!Cassian, looking especially at his speeches in the latter half - except, of course, on Andor we end up with that being reflected both by Cassian being suddenly incredible at massive feats of manipulation (while being unable to lie to his mother or convince people to get off his back about the money he owes them, somehow), AND literally by Cassian being a flirt and womaniser. Which, again, really works against him being a good spy, and also goes against the characterisation of the movie. Sure, you could say he was weird around Jyn because he had a crush, or because he wasn't into her, but Cassian seemed so burned out most of the movie that I just can't picture him mustering the energy for any kind of hedonism.

The last bit of that quote is such an upsetting mischaracterisation of Cassian's final acts, and I really hope that's just because it was phrased weirdly. Because "How do you get to that place and then sacrifice yourself" implies that Cassian felt he was top of his game, and proud of it, and sacrifice was an active step he took in spite of that. Cassian visibly resented himself for his actions. He repeatedly put himself in harm's way with no hesitation and very little care for his life before the finale. Giving his life was not sacrificing something good for a win. Scarif was his redemption. This is very clearly stated in dialogue. Cassian viewed this victory as making things right with the world, and seemed mostly relieved to die on the beach. I don't understand how a writer could not get that.

But yeah, overall Cassian, while still a very tragic character (and still played by the man with the saddest eyes in the biz), has become way more of a male action hero type in Andor. The initial Han-Solo-esque blasé attitude and reluctance to fight, the mercenary mentality, the petty criminal background are all things typically associated with the Cool Tough Guy, traits which he emphatically did not have before. Also, I get that Cassian and his skillset would be a great asset to Luthen, but I feel like Cassian from Rogue One was emphatically not a guy who any recruiter ever treated like God's gift to the cause, and Luthen repeatedly makes the point that his own life and the invaluable imperial tech Cassian stole are worth the risk of recruiting... some thief who can lie okay? Luthen's early treatment of Cassian is oddly chosen-one coded, and I never felt like that was earned. But it makes Cassian look badass! Which was probably the main intention behind all that. And then the constant bitchiness about submitting to authority. I'm obviously not talking about the prison arc, I mean when he was receiving very necessary training on Aldhani or even when he has a go at Kleya for giving him bad intel before stealing the TIE in season 2. That is simply wildly out of character for the man we saw in Rogue One - but it is more palatable for the kind of male viewers who think masculinity is always asserting dominance. If your pov character can't be in command just yet, he can at least be bitching about the ones who are. And making him so slow to care for the broader cause makes it look like he's not ever really acting out of conviction so much as he seems to be avenging personal losses and harm to himself and people he personally knows. Which is also a much more traditional motivation for a male character.

We do still see Cassian flounder a lot, but in a way that makes him look much better than in Rogue One, because it's always established that he's a) new at this and b) even if he comes in prepped for a situation, it was always on a notably short deadline or with extra hurdles. He was brought into Aldhani three days before go time; they have to orchestrate the prison break with very limited amount of communication; he was ill-prepared for the theft of the TIE (and also apparently only there for a few hours? why not send him in for a few days, to watch other people fly the thing?); he had virtually no time to make any kind of plan before trying to extract his friends from the farm planet. R1!Cassian was much more reliant on prep and planning (the whole operation up until Jedha had clearly been planned for a long time), and was skilled at improvising when that plan - his plan - inevitably went sideways. In Andor, every fuck-up appears to be outside of his control, and he was mostly winging it anyway! Any success is therefore impressive and cool, and a dunk on all the other idiots who spent so long planning it.

The only truly dumb choice he makes is executing Skeen before he can prove to anyone that Skeen was going to betray them - and here we do see him be the cold killer that Gilroy seems to think he is! Because that was not ordered, did not further any cause but to satisfy his anger at being successfully lied to, and there was no shadow of self-defense in it. It's not necessarily a thing I can't see R1!Cassian doing, especially a younger version - but it does run counter to the portrayal we got, of a man who "did everything I did [...] for the Rebellion", who hated killing so much he eventually couldn't even do it when it did further the cause. And, crucially, Andor!Cassian never once seems to feel the slightest bit of guilt over the people he's killed so far - only people who got killed because of him or beside him, like Nemik or Kino, and even there guilt didn't seem to be the thing that lingers, he's mostly angry. Which is fair, both for the themes they're exploring and as a possible backstory for the character, but again, much more palatable to that certain male audience.

Lastly, this is even in the clothing! It pains me to do anything but rave about Andor's costuming because it is divine, but... they even dressed him kind of like a cowboy in his intro (see this post). R1!Cassian spent a large part of the movie in a floofy parka that his frame completely disappeared in, face haloed by soft fur, and was otherwise dressed pretty much in army fatigues (except for the Imperial uniform and the sexy black leather jacket in the intro, which might be where Gilroy pulled the inexplicable Bond vibes from??). Also, we get a shot of his ass but not of Jyn's, which is very funny but I don't know if I want to pretend this is a serious argument or not. Andor sees him in much more leather and suede in more muted colours, coarser materials, long, swooping open coats with a more classically adventure-hero type silhouette (when he gets to pick his own wardrobe, of course). And, of course, there's a shirtless scene, too.

so yeah, I know a lot of people will not vibe with this assessment because Cassian in Andor is still, unlike a lot of action leads written by men, not a creep or a misogynist. But they still retconned or reshaped a lot of the traits that made him so inadequate to a lot of male Star Wars fans in the movie, and as someone who thought that was very sexy of Cassian that's just such a bummer.

Nah I gotta say something.

After watching Rogue One all of the characters are amazing. I literally love them all. Some people saying Cassian was their favorite. I love him, he’s my blorbo.

And then Andor completely retconning his entire character, personality and background and everything we knew at all whatsoever, some people still say that this was why the SAME GUY was always the fave ???

I loved him because he was a refreshingly different male lead. Because he wasn’t some brooding loser but was intentional in being a leader within the rebellion no matter the costs. And then they made him out to be a reluctant cowboy?

I get liking both canons. I get still loving this new character and the old. I get trying to bridge the differences. But completely ignoring the fact that they changed his everything and acting like it was the same guy, it’s so sad seeing so many people never gave a shit at all in the first place when they claimed to. Maybe it’s just me being naive but that’s actually wild to me male characters can be completely contradicted and still be valued over their female counterparts. I actually hate y’all.

[alicelillianshaw]

Alice's cheeks round and round in a smile— grin growing so wide that it almost hurt.

'Well, I would’ve asked. All the time. About everything.'

Hmm. Alice would have liked that. Would have like that a lot.

Fuck.

Honestly?

All this talk only highlighted how sad Alice is that they didn't know each other earlier— that they weren't meeting over a work interview, over the wreckage of a political scandal. They could have met in English Literature. Maybe ceramics, if they were in need of an elective.

Jack would have pestered her, and Alice would have retaliated, and it was very likely they wouldn't have spent more than five minutes apart.

Alice's mom would probably invite him over for dinner— Jack could explain how he'd executed his sky-writing plan so perfectly.

God.

If only they'd had that.

But they have today, here at the falls.

And Jack.

Still holding her hand. Now looking at Alice with a gleam that looked ... alert. His eyes seemed to be darting everywhere.

'Yeah. Yes,'

Her brows raise. It almost sounded very emphatic, his answer.

'I’ll do anything.'

Anything? Alice's brows climb steadily higher as Jack expands upon his answer.

'I’d … walk on broken glass. Jump off this rock. Carry you all the way down these steps, to my car.'

'To be a good boy for you.'

The gleam in his eye could almost be described as fevered. Alice wasn't sure, but— he didn't seem as if he was overly joking, or exaggerating for effect much.

Not much.

Her brows knit together. Alice stares for a moment. How intense. How impulsive.

How very Jack.

Fuck, that heat in her abdomen was back for some reason.

Alice straightens and appraises.

"Well," she begins. "I don't need you to do all that."

"Yet."

A smile stretches across her lips. Yeah. He looked extra handsome like this, for some reason.

"...You can just keep being this amount of good and that should be sufficient...."

Jack had shivered. Without thinking, Alice reaches forward, pushes a lock of his hair back over his head, as if settling him into place— tidying up.

"Just like this."

She smiles. Fuck. He was so fucking ... endearing. Intriguing, if she was being honest, this very earnest tone he had just adopted it. Alice's skin felt prickly all over. Maybe all that earnestness did deserve a reward.

"I think you've earned New Mexico."

"I would have said yes, obviously. To every time you would ask me something."

Something about this statement. Jack didn’t feel it was fair to compare, but — he thought about his marriage, and how little patience his ex seemed to have for him. It already felt different with Alice — in this make believe high school scenario.

“Well, I would’ve asked. All the time. About everything.”

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Jack watched as Alice pondered over his question. She had no reason to say yes to New Mexico. He wouldn’t have blamed her, actually, if she drew it out until the very last day of her visit. Or if she revoked the points simply because he'd asked.

Whatever rules she established — well. Jack would try to play by them.

She placed her other hand atop of his, and it made his chest feel all tight and warm.

"...You have been a very good boy today, haven't you?"

Jack smirked. Well. Yeah, he liked to think so. He found himself nodding, leaning in for the simple pleasure of being closer to her.

“Yeah. Yes,” he finally answered. Jack’s eyes bounced around her features — her eyes, nose, mouth. God. He briefly wondered what would have happened if he’d kissed her earlier.

“I’ll do anything.”

Alice in his Yale t-shirt. Yeah. He would've done anything. They were just getting bolder and bolder, weren’t they? This was a lot to reveal to someone after only two days. But he trusted Alice.

“I’d … walk on broken glass. Jump off this rock. Carry you all the way down these steps, to my car.”

Jack swallowed.

“To be a good boy for you.”

Could she tell that he really meant it? Jack shivered.

[goblin-the-clown]

I was gonna draw a bunch of dra characters now but I can't be bothered so have Kiyoka in the void

Also my thoughts on chapter three bc I finally finished it!!

A good chapter three?? In a danganronpa game?? I know I was surprised too, this chapter was fricking awesome I can't wait to watch the next one.

I do feel like the translation was a lot better in this chapter, it still had its moments, but I could pretty clearly understand everything the characters were saying. From what I've heard it should continue to improve so yay!

I felt so sorry for Akane this chapter, I regret calling her annoying, I do really like her now. Also Teruya's outburst was absolutely crazy but honestly I understand where he was coming from, I really enjoyed that scene it was very interesting. I have a feeling the person monokuma is keeping prisoner and the staircase have something to do with each other, plus there are only fifteen students so I think they might introduce a new character soon.

I was kind of anticipating that Inori would die but her death was still pretty sad, especially since Kakeru tried to save her. From all of the trigger warnings I was expecting her body discovery to be a lot worse, but luckily I'm not super sensitive to that kind of stuff, I understand why people would need the warnings though. I'm still super confused on how Kinji managed to drag Kakeru all that way 😭😭

Speaking of Kinji, I already knew he was the culprit, but I was not aware of what his motive was at all holy hell that was upsetting. I thought he was gonna be your average unlikable, third chapter killer who has an outburst and a terrible motive but I actually feel really sorry for him. I'm not sure if I believe that monokuma actually killed the kids but I wouldn't put it past him, Kinji's reaction was awful though the fact he barely said anything after being shown the video was ughgyh 💔💔💔 Also his execution??? Literally all I have to say is what the fuck was that???

In conclusion, this chapter was peak, rest in pieces Kinji Uehara the first ever likable chapter three killer.

[lady-raziel]

because there is nothing to lose the people saying biden should resign now so kamala can still be the first female president are absolutely right but why stop there? inauguration day is 70 days away let's make "president for a day" a real thing. say "fuck it we ARE going to do the arbitrary quota DEI bullshit you accuse us of" and speedrun first [category] presidents. revolving door type thing.

first female president. first openly gay president. first transgender president. first president who has been to space. first president gamer president. first mime president. just play president bingo and hit as many categories as possible while we still can. make all of trump's #47 merch unusable by forcing him to be the 115th president instead. who cares anymore let's peacefully transition power but do it in the most chaotic hot-potato way possible

[surreal-duck]

happy cat day fure fure nyan nyan anyone

[utilitycaster]

#fucking lost it at the asterisk#and you know you had to put that there because this is tumblr#also agreed - sometimes I see character hate or campaign hate that is weirdly detached from context or blame misplaced#and oftentimes a use of passive voice#like “BH were overshadowed in their own campaign” as a statement that they were “treated poorly” and it's like. by WHOMST#the events of the campaign were not real events that happened independent of cast input#you could say that the various non-BH interludes did distract from BH... but you also have to accept the interludes were created by the cas#and again that is okay to do. you just have to be okay with disagreeing with something the cast has done#but these views are usually paired with some kind of perceived moral high ground#that benefits from treating the “mold” subject like an independent actor or something reverse-spawned from fandom into the show#anyway at this point I'm just restating your post OP but yeah. mood#critical role @ariadne-mouse for real this is part of what inspired it. Like...I've found a lot of discussion of campaign 3 by its defenders does this and is also like...bizarrely ignorant of how running a D&D game works to the point that I suspect for many of them it's their first exposure to long-running actual play or D&D.

Completely outside of any understanding of D&D/AP, if the cast wanted to wrap up Divergence by the anniversary, that was a choice the cast made about campaign 3. They decided to stop it where it was. They literally did not have to do it; they chose to. They did not have to cut to the Crown Keepers or Vox Machina or the Mighty Nein; that was a thing that at minimum Matt, Aabria, and the players of the Crown Keepers wanted, and something that, when Matt pitched it to the cast, since they had to know about coming in as their past characters, they said "yes" to. You do not have to like these choices; but they were choices that people made. Part of why this avoidance of talking about choices as being made by people is specifically an issue for Critical Role's fandom is that they are self-owned and it's an improvised story; you cannot claim to executive meddling without pointing at literally the DM and two of the players [Travis as CEO and Marisha as creative director]. I think the weird claim this campaign's plot was a dramatic setup to get around Hasbro/WOTC copyrights was a very misguided attempt to point the blame somewhere else, but that was so incoherent it backfired, particularly since it's provably false given the epithets and the fact that anyone who has any understand of copyright law knows that the concept of a nature goddess isn't copyrightable; you just can't call her Melora.

Within the understanding of D&D/AP, just to give an example: the fact that everything with Laudna and Delilah was kind of rapidly wrapped up and not further explored; or the fact that the party didn't go to Hishari or have further interactions with the Nobodies, were not inevitabilities. To quote Liam O'Brien, "no, I want to roleplay Fish and Chips!" is an option! Laudna and Ashton aren't real people but also...none of this is real. The DM controls the sense of urgency; if players feel rushed, then either the DM (Matt) is making them feel rushed and that is either a conscious choice he is making to encourage the focus on the main plot, or an unconscious flaw in DM-ing, or the players are picking up something unintended and haven't communicated that and are skipping things. To be clear, I would not say this is anyone's fault in that I do not assign morality to any of this - but there is responsibility. The DM can, in fact, change the story midway to fit their players' needs and preferences, and indeed, they should (and Matt very much did so in C1 and C2). If you feel that something in Campaign 3 was unexplored and should have been, then it's because of a decision someone in the cast made that they very, very much could have made differently. I don't think it's terribly productive to be angry at the cast or Matt if you are disappointed in this; but I think it is genuinely helpful to say "I don't like the choices Matt (or Marisha, or Taliesin, or whoever) made here."

Forgot to put this on the scrupulosity/fear of liking a character who isn't a good person post yesterday but I think this explains something that's always irritated me - what I like to call the "mold that grew on the campaign" problem. I used that term initially to describe people who hated Essek because they almost always treated Essek as, well, some mold that grew on the campaign and not a character whom Matt created and whom the cast became interested in interacting with extensively to the point that his story became what it did - through constant choices that Matt and the rest of the cast made. Because if you treat Essek not just as a character you dislike - which is valid - but a Bad Person whose story tells you Bad Things and it's Bad to like him - then you would have to consider that the Critical Role cast told a story in which he was redeemed, and if you think that's bad or misleading then you need to consider that they're people who don't agree with you, which means [in this understanding of morality, to be clear, not like, what I think] that either you and they are not morally the same which means one of you is bad which means you liking their work might be bad. So Essek is talked about like mold - not deliberately crafted and introduced to this process* but rather some ambient rot that isn't really anyone's fault. Except perhaps the fans, which would mean that Critical Role is bowing to fan pressure even when those fans have bad opinions, which also says something about them that is perhaps bad.

Obviously this isn't the only case; perhaps the most egregious one was the already infamous "you can't criticize improv" line which implies that none of this has any skill or intent involved, but hopefully this was illustrative. Disliking or liking a choice is valid; but denying the agency - that someone made that choice - never is.

*yes some processes do deliberately introduce mold, you know what I fucking mean. mold on bread rather than mold used to make blue cheese.

[mohntilyet]

i read the wigmaker job recently and there’s an idea that really stuck with me, which may well have been discussed before, but it’s really been itching at me. it came from this exchange near the end –

“i don't want to quit.” / illario sat back. the distance between them suddenly felt much wider than a table. / “even if it kills you,” illario whispered. / “death is my calling,” lucanis stated, matter-of-fact. “just as yours is to become first talon.”

(the bits before and after this give important context, too, but these specific lines are what gnaw at me)

i. really wonder if this conversation – and the long-standing beliefs held by both of them that it’s indicative of – contributed to giving lucanis to zara.

like, illario coming to terms with the fact that lucanis really just will. not. stop. for ANYTHING. his cousin WILL get himself killed doing this and lucanis won’t have any regrets. he’ll leave illario to go this alone. (no one to follow after anymore.) combined with the envy of knowing that lucanis is and always will be caterina’s favorite, and she will likely pick lucanis to be first talon even tho lucanis does not want this At All…

i wonder if he thought that, well, if lucanis is going to die anyway… maybe it’s better to have it happen sooner, rather than later. why put off the inevitable? especially if this is the one thing that could shift caterina’s gaze to illario and give him what he’s wanted – what he’s earned.

lucanis wouldn’t be happy as first talon anyway (honestly, illario seems to see that what lucanis is NOW isn’t so much ‘happy’ as it is ‘obedient and content to accept the scraps that gives him’), and he’s GOING to get himself killed doing this, anyway… and sure, they COULD wait it out. wait for lucanis to do something foolish enough that he can't just walk away from it. maybe he’ll even last long enough to be made first talon (if caterina can ever bear to loosen her grip from the title) and be miserable for a while. years even, maybe. before he, again, does something he can’t walk away from.

OR. or. or illario could cut through all the pointless waiting and get right to the point. go straight to where this was always going to end up.

(and maybe part of it is an extension of anticipated grief, too – the loss will be agony. if illario controls when and how it happens, he can control his grief. …except he hasn’t accepted the inevitability of lucanis’ death quite as well as he’d thought and when he gets sloshed at the wake, real grief seeps through the cracks)

i dunno. something about both of them viewing lucanis’ death as a foregone conclusion and how illario Might have had that shape his decisions.

YEAH . YEAHHHHH. i do also think the “to reason” exchange is what solidifies it in illario’s mind. lucanis is like 'this has been a productive if tense talk with my cousin. surely he sees sense now.' and illario is like ‘what the fuck. i think he wants to die’ <- okay im exaggerating a bit but i do absolutely see the end of wigmaker’s job as the start of lucanis-illario’s downward spiral. there’s a reason that it’s something lucanis is stuck on during inner demons, and the exchange that you have very nicely broken down is what he hears echoes of, this is where he knows it started to go wrong

probably the worst part is lucanis WOULD have worked himself to death and it takes the series of events in veilguard for lucanis to see other options for his life, and still he ends up being shoehorned into first talon by the end of the quest. i thought his quest would parallel iron bull’s, in that rook shows them that living outside and away from crow influence is possible, and that he is much more than the weapon they turned him into, but it ofc doesn’t go through like that. it’s genuinely a bit heartbreaking that lucanis finally has support and like. FRIENDS. but with the way the game ends he’s pulled back into the crows and to a life that will be about protecting a cousin that the organisation he runs hates, and for as long as caterina lives, unable to say no to her. and meanwhile after lucanis has made connections outside of the crows, illario has absolutely nothing left (prison of his own making i get it but i still want to get his ass out of there. 😭) so the codependency that they used to share is gone as well. maybe lucanis has a foot out the door but i genuinely have no idea how illario goes on after this

[rubberduckyrye]

I cannot stress to you how important it is to me as a viewer of DR stuff that an execution isn't just tied to the talent of a student, but more so to what causes them the most despair.

One Fan Execution that I really like (though it remains unfinished) is this Rantaro Execution called "12 Strikes to Midnight." The execution might not be as polished as, say, an execution like "Deep Fried Teruteru" but the fundamental aspect of personalized despair is what makes the unfinished, unpolished fan execution far more interesting to watch.

The Rantaro Fan Execution plays witht he aspect of Time and how Time is Running Out for Rantaro to find and save his sisters. Each minute, each hour, one of them dies a painful and horrible death, until Rantaro is finally killed after he witnesses all of his sisters die. His deepest regret involves his sisters going missing, which encouraged him to become an adventurer--and the aspect of the clock is used incredibly well here.

Compare that to Teruteru's execution now--he gets caked up in egg and flour and deep fried in a volcano. Sure, that's a horrible way to die, but... what does it say about Teruteru's deepest despair? Does he hate fried food for some reason? That doesn't seem like a very solid despair to use to bring about the worst kind of emotional agony in a blackened during their execution.

Despite Teruteru's execution being better animated and polished, I find myself far more interested in the fanmade Rantaro Execution, because all in all, if your Executions are at least a little bit of a character study, you're probably doing it wrong.

[myrfing]

[clegfly]

Hey guys would it be cool if I killed myself right fucking now

[ribbittrobbit]

brb crashing out bec of the casual use of image generation artificial intelligence in my own household

[kendrysaneela]

Honestly I think this on the money. I think she’s the fixer essentially. She gets the dirty work. Like its her job to fix everything after the OTC, her job to figure out what to about Irving, what to do about Cobel, her job to go in and make Mark work on Cold Harbor. I do think she’s just a problem solver. Would make sense. They need to give her stuff to do to at the executive level to keep up her illusion of power but it can’t be super important stuff that can’t be fixed by other people if she messes it up. Plus dirty work is not pleasurable usually so it’s also a way to fuck with her basically because Jame doesn’t like her.

helena apparently being the one assigned to disappear both cobel and irving is still so wild like what the hell even is her job? is she the hitman??