#i guess we got a bisexual dad figure now
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My boyfriend's dad || Boyfriend’s dad ! Joel x reader
Summary: When you meet your boyfriend at his family house, you find out he’s at a party and cheating on you. Your boyfriend’s dad offers to take care of you and show you what a real man is like. (2kwords of pure filth)
Based on this request!
CW: Talks of cheating, polyamory undertone, Joel is married to bisexual Tess, oral sex (f and m receiving), petnames, praising, protected sex, talks of voyeurism, unspecified age gap (reader is an adult), Joel has a dirty fucking mouth, innocent reader.
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You had been dating Chris for a few months now. He wasn’t… the best boyfriend, per se, but he always pulled you back to him when you wanted to walk away. In retrospect, you didn’t know what kept you with him.
Maybe… it was to keep seeing his dad. It was fucked up. Mr. Miller was an handsome man in his late 40s, maybe early 50s, married with an equally hot woman, Tess. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore when you imagined his dad instead of Chris pounding into you.
It was a Friday night, and you were supposed to meet Chris at his place to spend time with him. But when you knocked on the door, his dad answered instead of him. Chris’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but still, you had hoped to see him.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Miller! Is… Chris here?”
You felt his burning gaze trailing down your figure dressed with tight clothes.
“M’sorry sweetheart, Chris said he was going out with friends.”
You frowned and tried to hide your disappointment. “Oh… we were supposed to see each other.”
Joel seemed sorry; he knew his son wasn’t the best boyfriend.
“Look, you came all the way here. ” He looked at you, uncomfortable. “D’you wanna come in and maybe try to call him?”
“T-Thanks.” He moved from the door and let you come in. The house was silent. It seemed like his wife and his oldest daughter weren’t home.
“Is miss Miller still working night shifts?” You asked, standing in the entryway awkwardly as he closed the door behind you.
“Yeah… hospital’s kickin’ her butt. ”
“She… she’s doing a necessary job. You must be proud of your wife.”
Your boyfriend’s dad didn’t respond, instead, he gestured towards the living room, so you’d come in. You kicked off your shoes and sat on the leather couch. Mr. Miller brought you the house phone.
“He gave me his friend’s number in case of emergency, let me get it for you.”
He typed in the number, and you watched as he waited for the phone to ring with a concentrated look on his face, eyebrows frowned.
“Hey Johnny, yeah, is my son there?... Why is the music so fuckin’ loud…?.. Yeah, please. Put him on the line.”
He passed you the phone and gave you some space, going to the kitchen. On the phone, you heard the shuffling of blankets and a female voice as you picked it up.
“Hey, thought we were meeting tonight?” The nails on your free hand were digging in your palm, as you tried to contain your anger, understanding what was going on.
“Yeah sorry, Johnny was feeling low.” He could barely get any words out.
“Is this why you sound drunk as fuck?! And who am I hearing behind you?”
“Well…”
“You know what, Christopher Miller?! I’m done with you. Have fun.”
You aggressively hung up the phone. You were so used to Chris’s bullshit, that you didn’t even cry. You were just angry. You put up your legs against your chest as you tried to calm yourself.
Mr Miller came back with a glass of fresh water. You thanked him.
“M’sorry sweetheart… I’m afraid my son’s a real asshole.”
You looked up at him and shrugged.
“I guess… I should know by now.” You got up to leave. “I’m sorry for the bother, Mr. Miller. I’ll go home now.”
“No, no… Please.” His hand held your arm to stop you. You turned around to look at the older man, puzzled, but you couldn’t help the shivers that ran through your body. “You shouldn’t drive right now. You’re angry. Wait it off, or I’ll give you a ride home.”
You didn’t want to be impolite and decline his offer, so you went back to the couch, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. You finally took a sip of the glass of water Mr Miller had given you earlier. Your boyfriend’s dad sat beside you; big hands laid on his lap.
“Y’know… It’s not a huge loss.” You looked up at him as he said that to you, confused that he was talking like that about his own son. “I’ve heard you fuck, and I can tell when a woman is faking.”
He was right, but still, you choked on your water and put the glass on the table in front of you. Mr Miller’s warm eyes locked with yours. Were you seeing… the familiar glow of lust in his blown-out irises?
“He never took care of you the right way, hm? Only thought about his own pleasure? Poor babydoll…” His calloused hand met the soft skin of your blushed cheek. “I’ll show you what a real man’s like.”
Before you could even respond, Joel’s mouth was on yours. Your hands laid flat on his chest as you pushed him away slightly to ask:
“But… your wife?” In your head, right now, the father was just as bad as his son.
“Oh, don’t worry. Tess begged me to take care of you. S’a shame that she’s not here right now. We have an agreement.”
You felt arousal pool between your legs as you imagined Joel and his wife thinking about you in that way.
“I… okay.” You were barely reassured, but you couldn’t keep your mouth to yourself when you had wanted this since you started dating his son. You straddled Joel’s thighs, and looked down at him lustfully, before finding his plush lips again. Even if you were on top of him, the older male had total control over you. He invited you to open your mouth with the slid of his tongue. You tasted all of him ; you couldn’t help moaning inside his mouth.
“Knew you wanted this too, hm? Were you thinking about me while my son was fucking you?” He said against the skin of your neck, where he left open-mouthed kisses.
“Y-Yes… Yes I wanted this, Mr. Miller. Still do. Please.”
You felt his arousal through the thin fabric you were wearing. He seemed… really big. As he got up, Joel tucked his hands under your ass, and you wrapped your legs around him while he brought you up the stairs. You thought he would bring you to his own room, but instead, he brought you to Chris’. He laid you down on the familiar bed. It was an asshole move, yes, but god did it turn you on. Joel’s hands slid down the clothes covering your core, and you shivered when you felt the coldness on your wet folds.
“I’ll use my mouth on you, how d’ya feel about this, babydoll?” He asked as he kneeled in front of the bed. His hands pulled on your thighs to bring you closer, his face centimeters away from your heat.
“Please.” You didn’t say it, but Chris never did it.
“Hmm, so polite.” As he went even closer, the vibration of his raspy voice against your skin made you shiver. The older man tentatively licked at your folds, collecting the wetness that was forming there.
You squirmed, sensitive.
“Oh babydoll, you’ve never done that, haven’t you?” He looked up at you with pity in his pretty eyes. Your boyfriend’s dad looked so fucking beautiful like this, dark eyes following your movements. From this angle he was just a pretty head of curly hair between your legs.
You shook your head “no”.
His hands held down your thighs as he licked at your core more confidently this time. He took it slow, letting you get used to this new sensation. Your head was spinning, it was better than anything you had experienced before. He traced lazy circles, getting closer and closer to your clit. When he hit it with the tip of his tongue, you moaned and grabbed at his hair to hold him there.
“There it is... my sweet girl…” He pressed confidently against your little bud of nerves, before putting his lips around it to suck it. Your fingers pulled on his hair as you cried out his name. He sucked roughly as he sneaked a finger into your wet heat. One finger was already filling you up, you didn’t know you could take more, but the pressure he put on your clit kept you away from the pain.
He stretched you up slowly, and when he felt like you were ready, he added another one. It was… a lot, and you felt your stomach twisting with pleasure. His fingers moved expertly until they found that perfect spot, which they hit again and again as he kept pleasing you with his tongue. You threw your head back, white stars filling your vision while you came hard. Joel helped you through your orgasm and slowed down, until he stopped.
“Was that good, babydoll?” He asked as he got up and wiped his mouth.
You nodded enthusiastically, which made him laugh. You backed away a little to give him space, and he took place between your open legs. You sat up and pulled on his tight shirt. He helped you take it off. He was still in shape despite his age. Just like you had imagined.
“Mr Miller… can I… please you?”
“Fuck. You’re too good, babydoll. I wanna focus on ya.”
“No, I really want to. Please. ” You begged with pretty eyes.
“Fine. Let me see those nice tits first, hm?”
He kissed you roughly, and pulled on your shirt, until you broke the kiss to help him take it off. Of course, you weren’t wearing any bra. His hand grabbed your breast, and you cried when he leaned in to suck on your hard nipple. Your shaky fingers found his belt, and he helped you get himself out of his pants. He took off his last layers and laid beside you. You looked at his dick with wide eyes. His hand caressed your cheek to reassure you.
“You don’t have to take all of it in, babydoll.” With the pressure of his hand, he coaxed you to get closer to his hard and leaking member. You leaned down, giving him a perfect view of you tits, and your ass up in the air.
Your hand took care of the base as you opened your lips and slowly slid his cock between your lips. You let it lay heavily on your flat tongue, before closing your mouth around it. His fingers found your messy hair to encourage you.
“Doin’ so good fo’ me.”
With the help of his encouragement, you bobbed your head up and down as you sucked in your cheeks. Joel cursed and laid back on the bed. He had an arm over his face, probably concentrating on not painting your mouth already with cum. You sucked his dick enthusiastically, your hand taking care of the base. After a few more strokes, he said:
“You’re gonna make me cum all over your face, babydoll.”
You moaned in response, your voice vibrating around his thick dick. He pulled on your hair to move you away. You looked beautiful like this, red lips glistening with a mixture of precum and saliva, your makeup running down your cheeks.
“Stop. Let me fuck you, now.”
You laid down, waiting for him as he got condoms and lube, which he used to coat your entrance and his latex-covered girth. You spread your legs for him.
“I’ll be gentle with you, but you tell me what ya need.”
“T-Thank you.”
He kissed you softly, as he pushed his length between your folds. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, keeping him close and pushing his dick further into you. He stopped when he was fully into you, looking down at your face to make sure you were okay.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, wish I could fuck you bare. But you’ll get tested and I’ll fuck you bare after that. Would love to fill your pretty hole and make you mine.”
The fact that he wanted to fuck you again after this made your stomach flutter with excitation.
“O-Okay. ” Your lips found the curve of his throat, where a vein was appearing. “You can move.”
He started slowly and not going to deep. But you pushed on the small of his back with your feet to encourage him.
“Can take more, Mr Miller. Please.”
He went deeper a few thrusts later, and you moaned. “Fuck, yes, that’s it…” You were so loud; thank God you were alone. Even though part of you wished Chris was here to hear what a real orgasm sounded like.
The movements of his hips got rougher and rougher, as he fucked deep into you. You felt a new sensation when he hit deep into you and when his fingers found your clit to circle it around it, bringing you closer to another orgasm. You screamed when you came and your walls closed around him, trapping him deep. Joel joined you soon after, fucking roughly into your walls until he found his release.
He kissed your sweaty forehead and got himself out, getting up to put the condom in the trash. He then laid beside you and pulled you close with his strong arm. You were breathing heavily, still on your high.
“Glad to hear you have a real orgasm, babydoll.”
You smiled lazily and kissed his jaw.
Lights filled the corridor, and the door of the bedroom was wide open. Tess appeared in the doorframe, and you pulled the blanket over you as a reflex, but she simply smirked as she looked at you two, laid beautifully on her son’s bed.
“You could’ve waited for me… ” She approached the bed and held your chin up with two fingers. Tess was a beautiful woman, even after hours of work as a nurse. “I’m so glad you got fucked real good, sweetheart.” She kissed your forehead, which made you blush. “Let me shower and I wanna see you two go at it again.”
You were hypnotized by the woman. You have never done anything with a woman before, but you’d do anything for her.
“Of course, miss Miller.” You said with a smile.
“Good girl.” Whispered Joel, sending shivers down your spine.
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I might go a bit silent for some time after this post because I've been neglecting my real life lately in a way that's seriously about to bite my arse, but. I'm here to say something that I fervently wish the 9-1-1 fandom, and the queer audiences, or fans of queer fiction in general... will hear and embrace. It's this:
This is the time to let your freak flag fly!!!!
Don't you DARE hold yourself back!!!
Let that freak flag fly!!!
I say that because we need that enthusiasm for our survival. We need that enthusiasm NOW.
Who is this we? It's us!! Fans of the show. Fans of queer fiction. Queers! Allies! People who believe in love! Queer representation in media!!
Because do you even realize what this show just did when it gave us a canonized bisexual Buck, kissing a man on screen, for the first time, in season 7 of the show?
No, it wasn't fan service. It wasn't the show folding to an obsessive queer audience.
No, this was planned, from the very beginning. Anyone who pays any attention and watches the show with open eyes can see it was.
They wanted to create a closeted bisexual character who would stay in the closet for a good while. And they did.
Yes, I am being 100% serious, yes, I absolutely believe this to be true.
These characters we follow, these storylines we watch... Do you really think these characters are just the result of random keysmashing, the writers just going
"Hmm I don't really have a plan here, let's just call this guy "Buck" and release him into the world! ... What do you mean, who is he?
I don't fucking know, he's Buck, let's just decide what to do with him later! I'm going to lunch now, who's coming with me?"
No. These characters are designed. They are planned. They are crafted out by teams of writers, who brainstorm and discuss, and pitch plans, and figure them out:
Which quirk makes them interesting, what secret are they hiding, what are their flaws, what's their backstory, why do they behave like they do...
What to do with them, what kind of story to build with them, whom to match them with for future romances... And so on.
The end result is thought out, because they want the characters to be complex, and human... yet consistent...
And to serve a purpose: to help the storytellers create meaningful stories, and illuminate important issues.
And this character design process nowadays? It definitely includes figuring out what the character's sexuality is - way before you release them into the world!!!
Because the writers know they need to know, and understand the character, to operate them in a way that makes sense, and sexuality is an important part of the "design".
Because that's how you ensure consistent behavior, how you establish a personality!!! I'm being serious, this is just basic characterization, and worldbuilding, and these writers are professionals.
Sexuality is a trait that real people are fairly consistent about, and good fiction imitates real life. For example... If my dad just out of the blue got busy with another man, I would be quite stunned because I've spotted no signs that he might be closeted. Ever.
So if you want to create a closeted bisexual character, and not have people go "there were literally zero signs of this"... You plan. From the start.
And not just to avoid pissing off the straight audience!!! We queers don't appreciate half-assed queer characters any more than they do!!! That's ignorant and lazy, a casual middle finger to the queer audience.
But Buck's closeted bisexuality... It WAS definitely planned. It was CLEARLY planned. In a way that would make justice to the real bisexuals watching.
"Oooh but you're delusional, he's a womanizer, he's been a womanizer!!!"
Exactly. Because guess what? That isn't unrealistic at all. That is real life illustrated into fiction.
This is actually fairly common behavior for bisexuals, this era of almost hypersexual interest in the "opposite sex".
It is both genuine interest, and a front. It is genuine because it's not a lie. These closeted bisexual "womanizers" (or if it's a woman, "man-eaters")... Of course they are truly into these people they so eagerly court, why wouldn't they be. Buck sought out women, because he is into women.
And as said, it is also a front. Because it is often triggered by underlying insecurity. You think you're straight, or desperately want to be straight... But something just feels off. Maybe you notice someone who you "shouldn't" be drawn to, maybe you find that your eyes linger on odd things. Maybe you get turned on by something you "shouldn't".
And that freaks you out. So you try to drown these strange feelings by clinging into what you know. You know you like the "opposite" sex. This means you are straight!! You definitely are. Look at me, doing straight things, like a regular straight person!
It's kinda... A state of desperation, and denial is the engine. You became almost this parody of a straight person. A womanizer. A man-eater. 100% straight, look at me woo! It's about self-deception, and it's about bi erasure (not really even believing that bisexuality is a valid sexuality), and it's about fear of someone figuring you out.
And sometimes it's really just... About being oblivious, and lacking self-awareness. I mean... I am bi, just like Buck. Guess what clued me in? The unplanned flirting. Brainless, outrageous, oblivious flirting.
I am a woman and I did that with women. I had no idea I was flirting. I thought I was joking. Teasing. Bantering. Being friendly. Bonding. Being funny.
I am fairly outspoken and impulsive (now diagnosed with ADHD btw) so often I just leap before I think. So I just... interacted. And then one day, in the middle of a conversation with a female friend... I just got this really, really weird feeling. Like slowly waking up from sleep walking. Where am I, what am I doing? Why am I standing so close to her? Why does this feel so intense? And I just took in the moment, rewinded it, analyzed it, took notice of how oddly jittery I was. And went...
What the fuck. I am FLIRTING. I am totally flirting. I have been flirting! For a good while now! This is me, trying to provoke a very specific reaction! This is me, being excited because she's noticing me, and flirting back! (She was bi too btw, and out, so even though this never went anywhere, I am fairly sure that I wasn't wrong. We were both flirting.)
Anyway, this ramble was about Buck being a womanizer, and an oblivious flirt with men, and closeted, and not even realising the closet...
And it all making perfect sense!!! This happens! It happened to me! Some people don't realise their bisexuality until it practically smacks them in the face.
This is perfectly realistic story-telling. This is a valid portrayal of a closeted adult bisexual.
And Buck does flirt with men, on screen, since season fucking one!!! That emergency, in season one, the guy with the tape worm? That's him, being an oblivious outrageous flirt, starting to hit on a male patient mid emergency!!
Bobby actually has to cut it off because Buck is being super unprofessional there.
That was written, acted, filmed, aired. And as said, these characters are designed.
And that's not all. There are so many other instances of Buck flirting with a man, crushing on a man, being unable to shut up about men.
Go see Eddie's and Buck's meeting - the ridiculously homoerotic first introduction of Eddie. The way Buck absolutely must impress Eddie. The way he jumps to the idea that Eddie won the spot on the "hot firefighter calendar", the way he gets super flustered when Eddie compliments him and tells Buck he can have Eddie's back anyway.
The way he assumes Maddie is surely talking about Eddie instead of Chimney when she says "he's so cute". The way he is seen prattling about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, and Maddie then asks about this "boy crush".
Go watch the entire storyline with Veronica/Albert/Buck/Taylor. It tells us very clearly that Buck sees Albert in a towel, and then can't stop rambling about him. This chronic inability to shut up about Albert is shown on several occasions.
Buck's date, Taylor, even walks out mid their double date due to that. Taylor takes in the clusterfuck she's been invited to, makes it very clear that she's heard A LOT about Albert as Buck keeps talking about ALBERT, and leaves.
Anyway - my point here is. The writing team wanted to write a closeted adult bisexual character, and figured... How do we make them realise that Buck really was bi all along?
Well, by showing him, being bi. Showing him in genuine relationships with women, and also showing him flirt with men. So that when he finally comes out, people have material to examine, and realise...
It was always there. He was always bi.
And they did because they wanted to bring awareness, to write a story of an adult closeted bisexual. The closeted part is important, btw. Because making him come out on screen is like simulating someone coming out to you in real life. They're making you ask;
Did you see the signs?
Or did you see signs... And dismiss them?
These stories are important because bisexual erasure is real. Many people don't even believe, or know that we exist!! And there is so much ignorance about what bisexuality is, what it can look like. "Oh, surely not a womanizer like Buck! Can't be. Ridiculous!"
But guess what? It isn't ridiculous. It isn't bad, or half-assed writing. You just don't understand the realities here.
Let me tell you some facts about bisexuality. I challenge you to verify them yourself, look up studies, and see that I'm not writing fiction now.
We bisexuals cling to our closets, desperately. Often well into adulthood. Btw, I'm closeted too actually, to my family. And yeah, I may sound like I'm 14. I am not.
And no, we aren't fine in our closets. We don't have it easy. We aren't doing well. We bisexuals are actually... Alarmingly, clearly, unwell.
And not just compared to straight people. No. We are pretty much, fairly clearly, either the top or near the top.. highest ranking mental cases among the queer community!! ... So. Yay?
Don't believe me? Look up studies about bisexuals. Though... There aren't that many, actually. Turns out, if you try looking up scientific research about bisexuals? Well, there isn't much. Compared to other groups of people, we are basically unstudied. Because hey, we're a bit meh. Why fund that research? Unimportant, those bisexuals! They're doing fine!
So... This is why I love this storyline, and Buck coming out. Because it's a high profile main character. And because they worked to get this right, to establish Buck's interest in women, as well as men.
You know, because that's what usually happens when a closeted character, or a real bisexual person comes out.
"Oh. He's gay now?"
Yeah. Bisexual erasure, it never stops winning. 🙄
Anyway, my post turned essay about letting the freak flag fly....?
That's how you support shows like these, writers like these, storylines like these.
By being an enthusiastic fan, and letting everyone know about it.
This is free PROMO for the show, our rambling, our freaking out.
Even if you personally have no legal means to watch the show, you can still support it by loving it. Talking about it. Letting your imagination fly. Indulging in your CRAZIEST fan theories!!!
And tagging it, reblogging it.
Please do that.
Don't listen to anyone trying to make you shut up,
Trying to get you to be rational,
Trying to organize a freaking "moment of silence" from shipping,
Trying to shame you and get you to "respect Buck's coming out arc" by focusing on it instead shipping characters....
Don't listen to anyone trying to make you hate a "problematic character".
"Problematic" characters are good writing!!!! Real people have flaws!
Guess what - trying to create and write perfect characters... If you do that? You end up looking at Teletubbies. Do you like Teletubbies? Do you?!!
Don't even listen to me if I try to argue for something because I "spot a problem' and want to whine about it.
No, ignore it, be confident, be a freak, let your freak flag fly!!
Because this is an important time in the history of the show, of queer media.
People are looking at how the show does after a queer twist like this one.
And they look at numbers.
At viewership. How many people the show lost.
How many it gained.
These numbers do not tell them which viewer ships whom.
Shipping is fucking irrelevant.
Shipping wars don't matter here!!
Because even if you ship Athena and a table lamp,
but post about it, it is still promo and viewership!!!!
How "sensitive" you are, and how overwhelmed the story arc made you...
does not matter here.
How disappointed you are that you did not get Buddie, yet, doesn't matter.
You being offended that people focus on some characters over others.... Does not matter.
It doesn't translate to the most important number, which is viewership.
And the best way to get decent viewership, and reward this incredible story arc, and love this show...
Is to let your freak flag fly!!!!!!!!!!
It's not to sit in silence because people are shaming you about continuing to freak out about your particular focus on the show.
That shame and "respect" just creates silence. That erases our voice. That mutes the fandom, the free promo, and tanks viewership.
Silence? That could kill this show, and OTHER shows that may consider doing something like this.
Going on mute now will only hinder incredible writers like these, wanting to create future shows and storylines like these.
You know... Because this scene about "let 'em fire us" underneath??
It is hilarious, yes. But it is also heart-breaking.
Because this is very likely META writing.
The writers, the show... scared, yet brave, wondering how the audience will react to Buck's coming out.
If this pays off. If they still have a job in the industry after this leap.
So see what a gift these writers are.
Reward it by making noise.
By being absolutely unhinged about it.
Really, fuck this moment of silence to "Buck's bi growth".... Ship whoever, NOW, - Ravi and Buck and Athena together, if it tickles your brain!!!
Be problematic. Be a freak. Let it show.
Let your freak flag fly. That's how you love the show.
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helluva boss s2e3-5 reaction
wow the episodes are actually maintaining the 20ish minute length unlike season 1
episode 3
oh my god WHAT
ah I see he's moxxie's dad
LMAOOO him being both their exes is hilarious
OH MY GOD and that's what led him to meeting blitzo LMAO
oh geez
NOT THE FUCKING DILDOS???????
also verbal "I'm bisexual" that's neat!!!
OH MY GOD was that his mum???? oh man....
oh my god
man....
NOT BLITZO AND CHAZ GETTING IT ON?????? LMAO????
awww
oh?????
DAAAAAMN moxxie
millie's very cool
"now we aaaall fucked the same guy" oh my fucking god blitzo
episode 4
okay cool! I get to hear her have some semblance of calmness LMAO
OKAY NEVERMIND THAT DID NOT LAST AT ALL
"what does he look like your highness?"
"sexy?"
"that's STRIKER sir" I'M CRYING????
and got to a scene I've seen a clip of already, can't say I'm a fan of the ableism here but I'm sure it's been criticised to death by others already, I'll move on
daaaaaamn
well. I'm glad I get to see stella with another character that she's not shouting at
yeah I'm glad we're getting something more than a pompous laugh and anger from her
"harder" oh my god
oh yeah um the "he can get hurt?" scene is something I've already seen
saw it on a clip on twitter before, figured it had to do with injury via angelic weapons, cool to see the context now though (even though I was somewhat able to guess the more I learnt about the show)
it's cool that you can see stolas is giving blitzo some space and suggesting not doing sex stuff
awwwww
really nice to see blitzo showing concern for him
episode 5
this one is seeming a lot more lighthearted but I wanna put 6 and 7 together so I'm just gonna put this here
A SING-ALONG LMAO????
THE KEYSMASH??????
NOT THE FUCKING SING-ALONG LYRICS MOCKING HIM NOW TOO?????
woah what's that
something that's not the grimoire opening a portal???
is "the voice of an angel" really a compliment when you live in hell?
okay I thought the "barbie" person might've been blitzo's sister
OH GOD NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
WHY DID THEY EVEN PRETEND TO BE SIBLINGS THEY SHOULD'VE JUST SAID THEY WERE DATING.
well then! I've been fighting with the 30 image limit probably was a mistake to put 5 together with 3 and 4 after all but whatever!! anyways
first two in the set, pretty good character moments, last one although was more lighthearted but definitely had its serious moments with moxxie and millie
I see fizzarolli in the thumbnail for the next 2 episodes, I have been WAITING for this, gonna be very very promising
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Is it fine to talk about certain scars now?
................. Which ones. Guessing, for thematic sake, you mean these?
[gestures to his top scars]
I, uh, guess so. Pfft.
So, a little recap-- born in Italy, moved over here when I was 16. Shit happened at 19. Came back when I was 24.
[TW FOR MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, WAR, GENERAL UNPLEASANT QUEER EXPERIENCE STUFF, TRANSPHOBIA + HOMOPHOBIA]
We lived in a super-rural area when I was a kid, so I had no idea what all of that was about. I'd find myself doing things that boys would do and I'd get slapped around for it, or never really liking girls. All my friends were boys. I had a lot of body hair for my age. It was weird to my family.
I got a taste of big-town culture from my cousins and uncles and aunts; they're eccentric, and I'm pretty sure one of my aunts was gay (she never married). I got along with her pretty well, but god, my madre hated her, pretty sure. Haven't seen her in a long time.
Bottom line, I was the "weird kid" of the family, so my parents figured (Also as Italians) to give me a brother and sister, see if they could socialize me properly. Maybe they fucked up the first time. Worth a shot, right?
While my madre was pregnant with my brother, we moved here. Maybe city life would do me good. I was thrust into a highschool barely knowing any English, and naturally flocked to the outcasts and socially awkward weirdos that would get tossed around by bullies and such. It was brutal. I met a girl that disguised herself as a boy and went by a boy's name. I met a boy that had a crush on one of the bigger boys of the school. It was a bunch of new experiences that... for some reason, even with my upbringing, didn't feel foreign or weird. It suddenly aligned with me, and I didn't really think about it until I looked in the mirror one day and wanted to throw up at how I looked. I tried dating a girl I got along with. Being a teenager sucks. That shit hits you like a truck and bleeds like an open wound that you have no idea how to stop.
Not that I had the time to find a way. I did bad in school, got held back a few years, and within that time aggressively took my identity into my own hands-- I'm not who my parents thought I was, I hated my name, I hated them, I hated everything. I got quiet. I hated myself because I wasn't the easy, good-grade getting child that was born loving the body it was in.
One day, my dad gets me alone. He asked me what I wanted to do after High School. I said art. He asked me again. I said art. He said that was the wrong answer. I asked him what he wanted me to say instead.
"If you really don't believe you're a girl, then it's time to be a man."
I thought this had good intentions until I was at the front door of bootcamp with some fresh scars on my chest, a few years of testosterone, and...
[sighs]
...
Uh, what was I-- right.
Right, yeah, I was pretty much fully out a few years after I was... discharged. I had a fling with Anton. A few women. Some men. Tried the bisexual label for a bit but found out I was just a full-on homosexual.
...Did I get the surgery before or-- no, I think I...
[blanks out for a few minutes]
...[scratches his head] I-- sorry, I think I got something mixed up. I think I got top surgery after 'all of that'. Shit's scrambled in here.
...
...Right-- I was a fully out transsexual gay man by... I think I was 35? It wasn't a huge focus of mine though since I wanted to try and start my own business. My family knew hard they fucked up with me so they kept their distance-- I let them know how much they failed me (after many years of thinking I was the screwup). Eventually they started using my new name. It was sudden, and there were no apologies.
I couldn't get my art degree, sssooo... Peppino's Pizza it is. Yippee.
Met Gus a year or so after I opened it, connected with a few of the Italian community on the outskirts of the city, uh... then I...
[pauses again]
--Sorry, this, uh, wasn't a really happy story, but I just. Wanted to say that it was worth keeping myself alive to see myself big, fat, hairy, balding, and smiling in the body I've got now. And happy with the men I've decided to let into my life to love me and this body. It's...
It's something. Better than nothing. I understand that now.
#;peppino speaks#;pizzacanon#cw at this whole thing i think but ill. put some specifics#cw abuse mentions#cw transphobia#dysphoria talk#cw homophobia#GOD THIS IS. UH. WOW OK HANG ON#;pizzawhump#THERE.#SORRY IN ADVANCE YALL IT CANT RLLY BE AVOIDED W AN OLDER CHARACTER#long post //#emeto mention
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facts about Mr. Grizz in my splatoon 4 concept
(drawn by @remnantleakage , I made it a png I think)
the man himself below :)
isn’t he beautiful
mr grizz / medved facts
- mr grizz and medved are separate people believe it or not, mr grizz is the dude that runs Grizzco while Medved is mr Grizz outside of Grizzco, two different people in personality and mood.
- has a burning hatred for honey and if you give him it will pretend to like it (will throw up back home, my man going thru it the honey reminds him of his dead species < 3)
- pretty smart because he wants to be, people think it's "oh cause he's autistic" but he just was intrigued in the inkling languages and got strung up in so much more, he's very intelligent whenever it comes to salmonid life and machinery
- Grizzco weapons are made with higher quality now. higher than Sheldon's quality even, medved got a licence to make em, so he uses higher materials
- fucking HHHATTTTTESSSSSS the smell of bleach, like I mean HATES
- believe it or not, has a dad bod, you'd expect him to be a fat fuck but tbh dude just eats whatever,
- his scars n damaged ear comes from his time in space, and when he was hit by a meteor.
- wears the same tie as he did years back when he was a deformed bear (he lost it in his fur :)
- he's Russian
- likes researching past mammal activity and bugs, that and humans before extinction and spores, fuckin NERDY ASS BEAR 20XXX!!!
- machinery used to repair him was built for octolings and inklings, thus the anthro like build he has today
- that and the machinery assumed his age was 25, despite him looking WAAAY older, so he's like .25 mentally I guess
- he's grizzled (НАНАННАНААННА)
- like all father figures that aren't exactly your father, he's bisexual or whatever
- once was called a BILF by the tartar equivalent of this universe, this isn't canon but it's still funny because the tartar of that world (who's now malware) thought BILF meant (bear l'd like to fight)
- he can still see in his scarred eye and can still hear out of his damaged ears he's a little blind tho and has to wear glasses sometimes :(
- if it's not obvious he's autistic (the self projection goes HARD)
- he likes salmon but likes tuna better
- is canonically 7 FUCKING FOOT AND BIG
- redeemed himself through rebuilding the salmonids homes and cities, giving most of his money to them, that and also curing all fuzzy beings, dude is angelic now
(he instead fights against Tartar's robots, which will be explained whenever | feel like it)
- he has a squidder ((twitter)) account that posts like mitskileaks or Alex Hirsch
- despite being taught modern slang by Zoan, he acts like a millennial sometimes, (no he does not like minion memes)
- rots in bed often
- is actually a huge fan of the splatoon equivalent of Mitski, yea I said it fuck off
- hates marie and deep cut due to reasons we all know, they coulda put my man in a fuckin snowglobe, (he's ok w Callie though)
- canonically speaks many languages (many years of immortality does that to you)
#mr grizz#splatoon#splatoon au#splatoon 4 concept - inkia beach#grizzco#gay gay homosexual gay#bear with depression and ptsd moment#lemme cook
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9-1-1 Headcanons/Crack
A/N: I found this hiding in my drafts and giggled to myself way too much to not post it lmao.
- Athena kills the spiders. Bobby nopes the fuck away from them as soon as he sees them.
- The team prefers Buck stay away from large amounts of caffeine. Now it's bc they're terrified his heart will give out but before the lightning it was bc the adorable little shit would be bouncing off the walls after one RedBull. (Oh how I miss the days when caffeine gave me that kind of boost)
- Cat People: Buck, Hen, and Bobby
- Dog People: Eddie, Athena, Maddie
- Maddie & Buck take pinky promises VERY seriously. To them they're as serious as signing a legally binding contract or even selling your soul.
- Buck has a tiny adorable sneeze and it's never just one, always a minimum of three. Eddie & Bobby both scream sneeze but usually only once.
- God forbid Buck gets the hiccups. Bc not only do they last forever but he acts like they're gonna kill him.
- The one time the team managed to have a horror movie night the entire living room was covered in popcorn by the end of it bc Buck & Eddie hate horror movies and every time they got jump scared they flung their popcorn. And holy shit Buck screams like a girl. One of the scares made him scream so loud that he scared Eddie who was sitting right beside him who then launched his popcorn over his head and everyone behind them got showered in popcorn before the bowl landed on Bobby's head upside down like a hat.
- Nobody will even mention a haunted house because one Halloween, Hen snuck up behind Buck and whispered boo. The poor goof started flinging his arms around and accidentally smacked the shit out of Hen.
- Saw a meme with Buck thats said something about whats the word for when your hands are bisexual. Here's my take. Buck was trying to explain that he is ambidextrous one day but couldn't remember the word. "Damn it, what the hell is the word for when you can- for when- bisexual hands?!" Hen laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself before answering him "Ambidextrous, Buck."
- Saw someone headcanon that Hen and Buck bought Eddie a fake plant and convinced him was real as a prank. I think pranks are a common occurrence around the 118 but that prank specifically is the longest running and is stil going despite the fact that Buck nearly bursts into a fit of giggles every time he sees Eddie water the damn thing. Eddie actually knows its fake but his friends get a kick out of it so he plays along.
- The word's hippopotamus and Worcestershire are running jokes/challenges for the 118 team. For hippopotamus the challenge is to fit as many ps in there as possible. For Worcestershire it's just seeing who can pronounce it the most incorrect way.
- Buck loves to research shit right? He also enjoys reading. However, just because he can read big words doesn't mean he pronounces them correctly. The team is often lovingly correcting him on his pronunciation. Or sometimes he'll straight up spit out a word and hope they can play auto correct for him and figure it out.
- Hen can smell a budding romance from a mile away. She's also the queen of bets. So far, she holds the record for most bets won amongst the 118.
- Somehow various slang has made its way into 118's vocabulary. No one will ever forget the night Buck made dinner and Bobby took a bite before proceeding to claim it was "bussin'". Or the way Eddie always tells people "don't be so salty."
- The best people at sensing when Buck is about to be Buck are Maddie, Bobby, and Athena.
- Occasionally, someone will host a grill out and yep you guessed it, Bobby and Chimney man the grill (mostly Bobby) in full dad attire. When asked why, their response had the same vibes as "for shits and giggles".
- Buck has taken a liking to the phrase "Fuck it we ball," which terrifies everyone.
- That one tiktok audio but make it Eddie & Buck: Eddie: *lots of angry spanish* Buck: Someone tell me what he's saying! Wtf is he saying?! Dude, I don't speak Taco Bell! Buck can somewhat keep up with and understand it when Eddie is speaking slowly due to his time in Peru but damnit his brain doesn't process fast enough to translate the angry Spanish.
- Everyone has a habit of leaving their LAFD hoodies laying around and Buck has a habit of picking them up and pulling them on when he's cold without paying attention to what name is on the back. He once wandered up to dinner with Diaz written across his back. No one batted an eye except Eddie who pointed it out. Buck's only response was, "I knew this didn't smell right." Buck has also been caught wearing Bobby's hoodie a few times.
- Wait a damn minute. Let's talk scents. Buck wears a cologne that smells like cinnamon and fire. Eddie has a sandalwood or pine vibe. Chimney wears a citrusy scent. Bobby has an herby scent like maybe rosemary or just mint. Hen has a warm and cozy scent vibe to me so maybe vanilla and leather.
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*SNATCHES MICROPHONE* YOU, TUMBLR MUTUAL, I AM INTRESTED IN YOUR OCS.
:0 HELLOO OK OK SO *claps hands togheter*
@guess-how-i-stole-this-body FOUND IT
Ajhdjd so my main story is set in a made up town in Florida (I actually don’t know why I chose florida) called Beckenshire. Which was an industrial town in the early 1900s-1930’s. Around the 1970-80’s they built a nuclear plant but demolished it pretty quickly after they noticed it wasn’t all that safe.
This world is basically like our own except with cryptids and monsters. We don’t know where they came from, they’ve been here since the start of time it seems, but they usually live closer to nuclear plants/ruins. Due to the fact they get power from it.
So Beckenshire has a lot of these monsters, and an important one for later is the Sprites which are little spirits that inhabit random inanimate objects and float them around. You can bribe them with sweet treats if you want that random object back. There is also a Spirite 2.0 (i don’t have a name for them) that inhabits dead bodies. Or they make a deal with people on their deathbed (methaporically and literally) that they’ll inhabit their heart to keep the body running for a bit longer but the body will slowly decay.
So onto the characters! (sorry this is so long and I’m not even finished)
You’ve got Ryan Beckett, on the school’s basketball team and plays dnd often. He has a fear of deer thanks to seeing the Devil Heart (a massive deer skeleton with human teeth) in the woods when he was younger. Later in the story he gets his arm chopped off by Carmela (another oc) and gets a werewolf-ish bite from a monster (idk which yet) that gives him yellow pupils, horns, pointy teeth and ears.
Carmela Rivera Luzardo is a soccer player and her and ryan have a rivals to lovers kind of thing thanks to the fact the basketball team has way better funding by the school. She lives with her dad and her mum is in the city for ‘work reasons’. Later in the story she joins a cult called Children of The Woods (which is important later) and cuts ryan’s arm off and ends up having to gain her friends trust again. She didn’t want to cut his arm off i might add.
Dana Bernard is the last of this trio and they are amazing in my opinion. She lives with her two dads at home, when she was very young her mum died of cancer and her dad recently remarried to a guy named Jose. (Her bio dad is called Noah and he has a whole crisis after figuring out he’s bisexual thanks to the fact his wife is dead and he has a bunch of guilt about that still) Later in the story, she gets their eye plucked out by mermaids (their called Nereids) and they have a big fear of water from then on. A monster pretended to be her late mum and tried to drown them.
Oliver Biswar is a side character (kind of?) he’s 10 years old and has bright glowing blue eyes from a sprite accident. He loves dinosaurs.
Now I have a lot of story for the parents but I’ll shorten it down.
Janette Biswar is the current leader of the cult Carmela joined, which was a cult her family made in the 50’s to worship the monsters. She’s seen as a god/messenger of the gods. She adopted oliver after her sister died. (Her sister was oliver’s mum). She tricks Carmela into joining the cult by using her mum against her. She also ends up in a relationship (?) with ryan’s mum, Adele. Which isn’t the best.
Adele Beckett is a monster hunter and she is married to Josh beckett who is a trans guy. They began dating before Josh knew he was trans so they were a sapphic couple and Adele has a lot of ‘diet’ transphobia towards Josh and her son Ryan. She also has a lot of arophobia towards Janette (Janette is an aro lesbian). The two end up in a relationship which is more a sexual one then romantic since Janette has stated multiple times she is not interested in a romantic one. Both of them where fine with that until Adele did catch feelings for Janette and did that thing a lot of people do which is ignore what the person has previously said and tell them their heartless. Also Janette had no idea Adele was cheating on Josh. That kind of brings us to Janette’s first death which is her burning along with the cult building thanks to a molotov cocktail that Adele had.
#But yeah!!#I could go into more detail but I just woke up soo#very tired lmao#ask#my ocs#cryprid hunter blabs#I love making Adele a shitty person/hj#its actually really fun to write shitty people when they’re kind of a protagonist as well?#Like Janette’s the main villain but at the same time so is Adele#yeah :]#I will add more one day#Apologies for it being this long ajdhdjf
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bsd ramblings (seasons 1, 2, and dead apple)
i would commit double suicide with dazai
why does everyone have a gyatt
kunikida x dazai??????
WHY ARE THE SIBLINGS SO WEIRDDDD
ranpo’s my scrungo
atsushi has trauma and is a furry
kunikida and endeavor sound really similar
dazai <33333
what the actual fuck is wrong with the doctor
oh hey ginger
oh those bitches are homosexual
the way they fight is so homoerotic
“go to hell! i was being saracastic!” — chuuya to his boyfriend
dazai x chuuya
atsushi x akutagawa
WHY IS EVERY SINGLE GUY IN BSD SO HOT
the animation has no right to be so good
kenji is so silly. i love him
kenji loving cows is so real of him
i need more port mafia exec dazai
“he both fears death and is drawn to it” ME FR
DAZAI <33333333333333333333
i want to hold dazai. i need to ruffle his hair. i want to commit suicide with him, my last words being heard by him only. i want to drown with this man, the holy water bringing us both to the afterlife. we will both be free.
chuuya is so silly
“come now, take me with you to the afterlife” DAZAI AJHDISBEUDBEUBD
dazai is a disaster bi and i love him for that
i pledge allegiance to the flag of bungo stray dogs and to the fandom for which it stands. one nation under dazai, indivisible, with fanfic and fanart for all.
dazai is down horrendous for oda. i don’t blame him
dazai my silly wet cat disaster bi husband <33333333333333333
akutagawa is so silly
WHY DID THE THEME SONG HAPPEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EPISODE WTF
men <3
oda is my dad now bc i said so
the kid’s name is shinji? evangelion reference??
“because odasaku’s my friend” NO HE AINT DAZAI. HE’S YOUR UNREQUITED CRUSH.
“because i know my friend better than anyone” DAZAI’S LITTLE GASP OMFG IEBEKSHWJJDEBBE OMFG OMFG IM GONNA CRY DONT EVEN WINEUEHEJEJ (friend who got me into the show) YOU BITCH
“you’re a were-tiger, grow some were-balls” KUNIKIDA YOU DID NOT
ranpo is autistic
WHY THE HELL IS THE BOSS SO WEIRD ABT HIS KID WIHDJEBE OMFG
“i can’t hear the voice of god with you staring like that” — every catholic ever
nathanial hawthorn is a silly catholic
margaret basically being the daughter of a rich plantation owner in the 1800’s is so american
ranpo my silly
chuuya <3
q and kyouka are my children
osamu dazai my silly little wet cat autistic depressed suicidal maniac disaster bisexual husband <3
WHY IS MARK FUCKING TWAIN SO FINE OMFG THIS SHOW
lovecraft is weird. i like it. he’s accurate.
margaret x nathan??
chuuya and dazai are an old married couple. i love them so much.
“god i hate you” — chuuya to his husband who he loves very much
“don’t worry, buddy. i’ve got you” — dazai to his lover
“i’d expect nothing from you, my worthy adversary” poe to his bf
WHY IS POE FINE SOEJDIHENSHDBE
ranpo is so silly
dazai is a cool uncle to kyouka fuck you
akutagawa and atsushi are down bad for each other
why is scott fitzgerald a crossbreed between a dilf and a twink
cmon you two kiss each other already
is akutagawa down bad for dazai or just looks up to him
WHY IS THE WIFE NAMED ZELDA?? IS SHE A PRINCESS OR WHAT
i am OBSESSED with this show
never have i ever watched an anime with a shit theme song. i love bsd’s intro so much
hehe moby dick
if kyouka dies i’m killing myself /hj
welp guess i’m dying
akutagawa my silly <3
nvm not dying today. hey at least kyouka isn’t dead
dazai is akutagawa’s father figure sorry not sorry
lovecraft is so real for jumping in the sea
POE IS HERE WIHEEIHEIEHEUDHEHD I LOVE POE
RANPO KISS HIM RN KISS YOU TWO KISS
“but i prefer the women in my life to be under 12” E X C U S E M E S I R
RUSSIAN MAN????
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT DUDE HELL YEAH
IWJDUEBEHE DAZAI QUOTING ODA IEHRUEBEUDHWHDUENDJDJHE IM GONNA CRY AGAIN BYE—
DEAD APPLE IS AMAZING. I WATCHED IT ON 9ANIME. ONLY SUB THOUGH
READING THE TRANSLATOR STRUGGLE IS SO FUNNY. o7 TO THEM GOOD JOB.
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BIG DADDY (PART ONE)
(This is a story is a little departure from my normal, with bisexual content. It's inspired by @pagespermer and his writing - thanks, man.)
I almost couldn't bring myself to admit to Cheryl, and I had a hunch it could mean us breaking up. But we'd had an amazing date night. Dinner. Hot sex. Some cuddling afterward. Staying up late, just talking, sharing more of ourselves. We'd been doing a lot of that lately.
The topic had drifted to a kind of "I never" where we described our fantasies and turn offs. "If I'm honest," I said. "I'm bi probably. I mean, I don't embrace that label, but I've had sex with guys a few times."
I thought my girlfriend might be shocked. Cheryl Bryant came from a conservative Texas background and still was very much that sweet, pretty, very traditionally feminine Southern girl. Always wearing make up and having her hair perfect and wearing clothes that flattered her figure and big boobs. It was kind of opposites attract, I suppose, but I had to admit I liked a woman who put in that extra effort to be attractive.
"I thought you might be one of those boys with secrets," she giggled playfully. I guess she wasn't freaked out. Her painted nails drifted closer to my soft cock. It might take a little while before I was ready for round two, but she loved teasing me. "Leave it to a big strong lacrosse jock to be open to play with other men."
I felt relieved. I turned onto my side and faced her. That bobbed hair was still perfect, and her tits were better than any porn star's. I ran my hands along her smooth stomach, caressing her soft skin. "I'm not open to it," I asserted. "Not now. I'm dating you," I reminded her.
"Good answer," she replied.
"What about you?" I teased. "What secrets does a pretty Southern girl like you have?"
She gave me a Mona Lisa smile. "I guess you'll have to find out sometime." Seeing my annoyed look she added, "I do enjoy watching gay porn."
Color me surprised. I had no idea Cheryl even had any interest in porn. Honestly I hadn't met a girl who wasn't somewhere on the spectrum between indifference and total disgust when it came to pornography.
"Yeah?" I asked.
She nodded. "It's wild to see what those guys get up to. They're just so INTO it, you know?" The fact it was her iced tea-sweet Texas drawl saying it just made her admission seem crazier.
Then reaching down she cupped my dick, massaging it softly in her hand. "I'll let you know this... I want my lacrosse player boyfriend to fuck me hard."
I was firming up, quickly. We kissed and slowly felt each other's bodies. But it was clear we were moving from the cuddling to the fucking again phase of the evening. Finally I got between her spread legs and mounted her, doing my best to give her the hard fuck she'd asked for.
***
I knew things were getting serious between us. I invited Cheryl to Jersey to meet my folks. And the following month, I was going down to Texas.
I liked her family. I didn't think I would that first day. I mean, her mother was on the meek side and seemed to be overly subservient to her husband, Cheryl's dad. Mark Bryant was a typical small-town patriarch. Owned his own business, a pool supply company that was the biggest employer in the town. The Bryants weren't full-on rich by North Jersey standards, but they clearly had wealth - a big house that was on the verge between McMansion and actual Mansion - a huge yard, big pool, the whole works.
Anywhere we'd go out, people would address come up to Mr. Bryant, like he was royalty holding court. Or the town mayor. Lots of yes sir, no sir, Mr. Bryant. The man was a big guy, too, 6'5" almost stocky, ex-football jock, and he carried himself in a way that said he expected others to be deferential. As a North Jersey suburban kid, it seemed funny, yet kind of rubbed me the wrong way.
Thing is, though, by the second day, Mr. Bryant and I got along great. He took me aside, and told me how thrilled he was that Cheryl met a good boy with a real head on his shoulders. We talked business and my plans after graduation. We joked about my lack of interest in Big 12 football.
When we left after three days and went back to Durham, I knew that if I married Cheryl, I was marrying into the Bryants. So it wasn't a surprise when three weeks before graduation, when Cheryl and I were having a conversation about our future, she asked if I'd consider moving down to Texas.
"You serious?" I blurted out.
"What's wrong with Texas?" she asked defensively.
I mean, plenty, but I wasn't going to say that. "Nothing, babe. It's just I guess I hadn't thought of it."
She nodded with an understanding look on her face. She knew I was a Yankee and might need convincing. "I've thought it out... Round Rock is only thirty minutes from my parents. We could get a job in Austin, or there's plenty there too... And I'm sure Daddy could help find something. He's got connections."
*I bet he does* I thought snarkily.
But truth was, I didn't have any other plans and had felt in a holding pattern trying to figure out what to do after graduation. I had a business degree and part of me itched to move to NYC and make a go of it. But I knew Cheryl would never go for that plan, and I knew I wasn't ready to break up with the nicest, hottest, sexiest girlfriend I'd ever had.
"I'll think about it," I conceded. "Serious."
"Thanks, honey," she smiled as she kissed me. Then I watched as she got an impish smile on her pretty girlish face and started undoing my belt.
I laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"
She seemed to enjoy the element of surprise. "When have you ever turned down a blowjob, Nick?"
She had me there. Cheryl was the best at giving them, better than any girl I'd ever dated. I leaned back and watched her fish out my hardening cock, then take me into her mouth.
I should have been more concerned that she was using sex to get her way. There were a lot of red flags, to be honest. But I guess you don't think about them when you're getting head.
***
The first three months were great. Like a honeymoon. We'd waited until Fall to move, and I was glad to have avoided the summer. As a Northern boy, the mild October and November was something I decided I could get used to.
Cheryl and I got our place together and enjoyed settling in. Her folks came over to visit every other weekend, and sometimes we'd hang out with her older brother Dan and his wife. I liked them, too. Dan was a few years older than me. He'd played football in college and had moved back to enter the family business. But whereas Mark Bryant could throw his weight around with other people, Dan was just a nice guy, affable and a bit of a jokester. His wife Courtney was just as sweet, and they both had that younger-person energy that made it fun to hang out with them.
Courtney was pregnant with their first child, and it was cool to see how Cheryl got into talking about it. We'd discussed our values and our future, and while we didn't want a lot of children, we knew that a family was in our future.
Cheryl was much closer to her family than I was to mine. But it was all good. I enjoyed the company and having a connection to this place we'd moved. And I basked in the clear approval Mr. Byrant, Mark, had for me. I was the outsider, but the family had made me one of theirs, already.
"I'm glad you didn't take me up on my offer to set you up with a job," he admitted when it was just us on the patio enjoying beers while the women cleaned up after dinner. I'd told Cheryl I didn't expect that kind of relationship, but she just gave me a giggle of a smile. "It's no trouble, hon. I'm happy to help Mom out."
"I appreciate the offer, sir," I now said to her dad.
"Mark," he corrected.
"I appreciate the offer, Mark... I just wanted to make it on my own, you know."
He gave me a knowing grin and clinked his long neck against mine. "You're a real man, that's why," he said. "But the offer still stands if you ever need it. I don't want my baby girl to ever go without."
"She won't, Mark," I said proudly. "She's pretty driven, too." I didn't want to be passive aggressive, but I wanted to remind Cheryl's dad that Cheryl was no longer a "baby girl."
"Just wait till the first baby comes," he said. The words shocked me but just then, Cheryl came bounding out, a dish towel on her shoulder. "The men ready for dessert?"
I was starting to wonder if the patriarchal thing ran deep in the Bryant family.
****
At least I got majorly laid that night. We went at it twice. We were still in the honeymoon phase in the bedroom, too. Cheryl had a way of keeping me on my toes, asking for sex when I least expected or being more adventurous in bed.
She even let me fuck her ass, which was incredible.
If it had been any other woman, I might have thought she was acting, you know, slutty, but my girlfriend had this sincerity and innocence about her. It was having the best of both worlds, a sex vixen and a girl next door.
I knew it was soon, but I started shopping for rings. And I took a moment alone with Mr. Bryant to broach the subject.
"I'm thinking of asking Cheryl to marry me," I said.
He looked me over sternly. "And you want my blessing."
Well no, you controlling sexist, I thought for a second. But then, maybe I did. "It would mean a lot to me," I admitted.
He looked at me with a look that I thought was derision. Like I was unworthy for his Special Princess. Then he broke into a big smile and clapped my shoulders. "You son of a gun. I can't think of a better husband. Welcome to the Bryant family."
"She hasn't said yes," I laughed nervously. I was happy though that Mark was on board.
"She'll say yes," the man said confidently.
***
She did say yes. It was a dream proposal. Fancy restaurant in Austin. Me sweating bullets until I finally got the nerve to get down on a knee and pull out the box. An excited yes and clapping from the whole place.
I was on cloud nine. And Cheryl was too. Thankfully she wasn't a bridezilla but she seemed to enjoy thinking about and planning the wedding. I was happy to give her that pleasure.
And we were fucking like bunnies. Seriously, Cheryl's sex drive inspired me to be the best man possible. I worked out extra, I read books on sexual technique, I doubled down on the foreplay. We were two 24 year olds in the prime of our sexual lives. Life was good.
That's why I was blindsided by the turn of events. Her parents were spending more time with us - us at their place or them coming to Round Rock. They had a big engagement party where seemingly half the town came. I didn't like the idea of the way Mark seemed to be parading Cheryl as a kind of trophy, but she was in her element. Like a debutante. Glowing, happy. I decided, like I often did these days, to get past my uptight Jersey instincts.
It was the following Saturday when Mr. Bryant came over for dinner. No Mrs. Bryant. Just Mark. It was normal conversation otherwise, lots of business talk, lots of small talk. Without her mom there, we laid low on the wedding planning discussions. I was relieved to have a break, actually.
We sat in the living room after. Cheryl offered to get us another beer. I wasn't crazy about the way she'd all of a sudden turn into some 50s housewife the second her Daddy came around, but if I was honest, I enjoyed the service and attention.
I was surprised to see Cheryl hand me my beer then go sit by her father in the opposite loveseat. I mean, RIGHT by her father, kind of snuggling up next to him, her soft hair on his meaty chest and shoulder. He put his arm around her affectionately.
"So glad my baby girl's here to stay," he said. That kind of syrupy Southern drawl that used to seem laughable to me. Now it was just Big Daddy's voice.
Cheryl nodded softly then lifted up her head just a little to look over at me. An almost dreamy expression on her face. "You need to know, Nick," she said softly.
"Know what?" I asked.
With a determined look, she reached down and gripped her father's crotch. Holy hell. What the fuck?!
I expected some shocked reaction from Mr. Bryan but instead he looked down to where Cheryl's manicured hands massaged the lump in his jeans into a full, meaty erection, his hand softly caressing her shoulder.
My fiancee's fingers were now undoing her dad's jeans and pulling down the zipper.
"Babe, you're not going to..." I started.
She was. Her fingers reached in and pulled out her father's dick. It was long and thick and I shuddered as I realized Mark Bryant was hung like a fucking stallion. And that it turned me on.
This was nasty and wild. It was incest, my girl's fingers openly stroking her dad's dick. The two of them almost in a trance. A ritual. They'd done this before. That idea made my heart pound even harder.
I got confirmation of that when Cheryl leaned down and started taking her father into her mouth.
"Oh that's it, Princess. Suck Daddy's cock. My good little girl." He leaned back, tossing head back in pleasure with a soft grunt of "oh fuck!" then looked back down at his daughter fellating him. Lovingly he stroked her hair while she sucked him off. He was getting real worked up, but still he let her do the work.
Finally his head raised and his eyes locked on mine. A challenge. A warning that I didn't need to interpret. This was going to go on. With me in the picture as Cheryl's husband, or without.
"Oh baby, Daddy's coming... oh fuck!"
And like that Cheryl started moaning around his cock and doing her best to swallow a heavy load. She almost succeeded but coughed up a bit of his sperm at the end.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, exasperated and more than a little mad that I had a raging hardon from watching the taboo act.
Mark's face was flush red from the orgasm as he stuffed his spent dick back and redid his jeans. "You need to know where you stand if you marry my girl," Mr. Bryant said matter of factly.
Why the hell couldn't Cheryl answer for herself? Instead, she just nodded gamely. I could see the sweep of contrite guilt in her face, battling with the clear resolve she had to continue her incestuous affair.
"Sorry, Nick, that's just how it is. Daddy comes first."
Mr. Bryant had a grin that made me want to punch him. Hoisting his big frame up, he stood tall in our living room as he casually rearranged his sated genitals. "You two have a lot to talk about, so I'll let you at it," he said. Turning to his daughter, he said, "See you next week, Princess?"
"Yes, Daddy," Cheryl practically giggled then met him for a kiss.
The blow job was crazy enough before to see a real French kiss between father and daughter was mind blowing. I was hurt and confused, but I was turned on, too. This was like porn, times hundred.
I wish I could say I had the balls to walk out that night. I wish I could say we talked things over like rational adults. Instead, we fought. Our first real fight. Emotion bubbling up. The more we yelled the more I realized it ran deep. Cheryl was in love, actually in love, with her asshole of an old man.
I slept on the couch that night, still stewing in anger. I thought over options. Movers wouldn't cost that much, and most of the stuff we had was shit Mr. and Mrs. Bryant bought for us anyway. It would mean breaking off the engagement, but I was lucky I'd found out before the wedding.
I drifted off and awoke in the middle of the night to Cheryl riding me. My mesh shorts gone and Cheryl wearing nothing under her nightie. Just riding me up and down, cowgirl style, using her hips to work my cock. It felt amazing and as if on autopilot, my hands found her soft thighs to hold and caress.
"Fuck me, Nick," she hissed. Maybe she was trying to show me the affair with her dad wouldn't get in the way of our sex life. Maybe she was just a nympho beneath that Southern Belle exterior. I didn't care, she was leading me around by my dick as always.
"Fuck, babe," I hissed, now pumping up into her. Not rough, but a rigorous fuck thrust.
"Daddy's a good man," she said, feeling my cock punch in more quickly.
What the fuck? Why did she have to bring him up? "Fuck," I grunted in annoyance.
"He'll let you suck him, too," she said.
Those words shocked me to my core. Shocked me and did something to my nuts. Supercharged them. Made me want to cum. "God," I grunted, picturing my lips wrapped around Mark Bryant's huge cock.
"You want that, hun? Want Daddy's big cock? He'll fuck you with it too."
That did it. I rolled Cheryl over and just started ramming my prick in and out of her cunt.
"Yes!... yes!... yes!" she purred, like a frickin porn slut. It just egged me on. I went harder, trying to expel every fantasy of Mark Bryant out of my head. Until I came.
Her nails dug into my back softly when I collapsed onto her sweaty body.
And for the first time that evening, I kissed her lips, the very lips that had sucked her dad earlier.
****
I wouldn't say I was OK with it, but the next time we went over for dinner, I volunteered to help Cheryl's mom with the dishes. I was curious if they'd be so brazen to take the opportunity, but Mark didn't miss a beat.
"I got something to show you in my study, Princess. Got a minute?"
"You know I do, Daddy," she replied. And like that, they were walking off to fuck.
I knew from the flushed look on their faces when they returned they'd done the deed, but I didn't know what exactly had happened. I took a look at Mrs. Bryant's face, her kind middle-aged married Southern woman face, which was oblivious to everything. Until I noticed a slight turn of her lip that gave it away. Fuck, she knew. She knew her husband was fucking the daylights out of their daughter, in their house, under their nose.
Well, I had no idea about how hard Mark Bryant fucked, but jesus.
I was seething inside, but also turned on. And Cheryl was in a great mood, coming over to me, being extra affectionate, almost thanking me for letting her get away with this.
And Mr. Bryant was all business, talking over investments, like he wanted my advise even though I knew he had a guy for that and would probably do his own damn thing anyway. He had the content happiness of a man who'd just fucked, cheeks flushed, his thick muscular body visibly relaxed.
"Why don't I come over Saturday and help you with that gutter?" he offered. Our house had a gutter that needed fixing. Probably not a two-man job but some help would be nice.
"That'd be great, Mark," I said, trying to hide my own blush as I realized what was going to go on when he came.
Cheryl kind of rubbed my strong bicep in a flirty manner. "I'm getting a little tired... and you have work tomorrow..."
I laughed. "Guess that's my cue," I joked. "We should be heading back. Thanks again Helen," I said to Mrs. Bryant. "Dinner was great as always."
"Anytime," Mark answered for her, but I could tell his wife appreciated the compliment.
"Let's talk tomorrow, Cheryl, about the florist arrangements," she said to my fiancee.
We bid each other good night, and despite the weirdness of the circumstances I found myself in an OK mood. I guess if I'd been really upset I would have left that first night, or the morning after. Something made me stick around. For all it's fucked-up-ness, watching a daughter suck her father off was crazy hot. If it hadn't been my fiancee, I would have found the scenario a crazy hot, real-life porn show.
Since Cheryl was my fiancee, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. Particularly when we got ready for bed. Me in my normal boxer briefs, lazily checking my phone in bed while Cheryl got ready. One drawback of having an overly pretty Southern girlfriend is the amount of time she takes getting ready, not only in the morning, but each night for bed.
But damn, she was beautiful when she walked out. Hair perfect, still had some of her make up on. But the big surprise then was seeing her in a lacy lingerie piece she'd bought herself as a birthday present to me last year. Lace bra that pushed up her big tits, garters and stockings on her creamy legs. And no panties to hide her trimmed bush and sex mound.
My cock was hard instantly. "Damn babe," I hissed, a smile appearing on my face as I watched her saunter toward me on the bed and crawl on, her cleavage showing off for me.
The thing was, Cheryl took a while to warm to anything kinky or playful in the bedroom. Striptease, verbal sex, and roleplay wasn't her thing. At first. But she gradually warmed up to it, saying I made her feel comfortable pushing the envelope.
She was pushing it now, sliding her warm, soft body up above mine. "You been a good boy?" she purred like a porn actress, only with more conviction. He manicured hand reached down and grabbed my hard dick through my briefs. "Is my good boy gonna fuck me hard tonight?"
"God yeah," I growled, reaching up to run my hands along her soft trim waist. I could smell her perfume. Before Cheryl I didn't think I liked women who wore a lot of perfume. Now it was an aphrodisiac. The thought occurred to me that she was doing this as some messed-up thanks for me putting up with the incest. I didn't fucking care, though. I was turned on to see my sex kitten in full heat.
Now her fingers traveled up my ripped abs. "You've been hitting the gym extra hard haven't you, babe?" she grinned. "My big strong sex machine." This was one area I had over Big Daddy. A trim, fit, young Men's Health-worthy body. I put a lot of work into it and was proud of it.
My egotism was interrupted by the feel of Cheryl pulling my waistband down, over and above my rigid cock. Just watching her do this simple act, wearing her sexy-slutty lingerie, gave me a surge of excitement and adrenaline.
With a surprise move, I lifted her up off my body and playfully tossed her down on the bed beside me, quickly getting into a mounting position on top of her as she giggled in surprise. I pretended like I was gonna pounce on her but slowed my movement to kiss her softly. I could feel the sexual excitement in her body beneath me. Her legs parted and I humped my cock against her mound as we made out.
Finally, I pulled off and went to her tits, motorboating them a little for show, but mostly because I loved being buried in those soft pillowy mounds. Then I continued down, planting kisses along her bare stomach. I loved that Cheryl wasn't stick thin like a lot of girls I knew. She was in shape but she had a normal woman's curves, and the belly had a gentle swell to it as I made my way down.
She knew where I was going. "Eat my pussy, Nick," she gasped, seconds before my tongue touched her labia, circling around before dipping in further.
I loved eating out a woman, and I had to credit my love of oral for my success with Cheryl. I loved it as the main event, loved it as foreplay to a nice fuck. It was going to be the latter now, but I went wild at her spread cunt, licking and munching.
Until I tasted it. I smelt it first, actually, that telltale bleachy-floral scent, but a second later, there was the salty-sweet flavor of a man's cum. Mark Bryant's.
Fuck, that drove me wild. I started drilling my tongue in further, trying to get every drop I could. It was nasty and obscene. The semen of the man who would be my father-in-law if I could keep from freaking out from the situation. If I could put up with the fact that Big Daddy had first dibs on his baby girl's cunt.
Mr. Bryant had deposited a heavy load and I had plenty to suck, taste, and swallow. Cheryl was going wild now, clawing at my face, neck and shoulders and she had a big orgasm. I don't know if it was just my oral treatment getting her there or if she got off on the nastiness of me eating her father's seed.
It was my turn now. I quickly slid up on top of Cheryl and mounted her. I wasn't rough or brutal but I didn't take my time shoving my cock into her. She was worked up, and I was WAY worked up. I began thrusting with hard jackrabbit thrusts.
"YES!" she cried, wrapping her legs around my waist as I nailed her.
I knew this was one thing I had on Mr. Bryant, too. My sheer athleticism. He was a strong man, but I was in my prime. I used my well-honed body the best I could. Rocking rhythmically, using my abdominal strength, really going at it.
I could sense, or maybe just imagine, remnants of her dad's cum still inside that pussy. Lubing my cock. The idea made me cum.
"Oh fuck!" I grunted as I entered a deep orgasm. Cheryl's hands were clutching at me, urging me on while I flooded her pussy. I think somewhere along the way she had a second orgasm herself.
I was a little embarrassed as I came too, but I was also grateful for the hot sex. I kissed her appreciatively and slowly pulled out. I needed my head examined, for sure, getting off on my dad-in-law like that.
Maybe Cheryl sensed I wasn't in a talkative mood just then. Or maybe she was tired herself.
"Good night, babe," she whispered as she gave me a kiss before I reached over to turn off the light.
****
We had to talk. It was Saturday and Mr. Bryant was coming over soon to help with the gutters. Maybe not an ideal time for a heart-to-heart with my fiancee. But we'd been walking on eggshells all week. Scratch that. I'd been walking on eggshells all week, Cheryl seemed her normal chipper self.
But we'd just finished lunch and I noticed Cheryl get up and start clearing our plates, acting like a housewife. We'd have to talk about that, too. But for now, I had something needed to talk about more.
"So...," I started. "How long have you and your dad been having sex?"
Cheryl gave me a pitying look. Like she was sorry to hurt me. A "do you really want to know" look.
I did want to know. "Cheryl," I prodded. "I have been pretty patient with this all."
She grinned. "That's just cause you want Daddy's cock," she almost laughed.
Fuck, that hit me. Non in a hurtful way, exactly but it surprised me in how horny the idea made me. "Maybe," I admitted. Hoping my confession would break the ice between us. I still didn't know if I could have a real relationship with a woman in an incestuous affair with her father. But my dick was leading me around, for sure.
"Daddy has a nice cock," she smiled. Then finally getting back to my question. "Daddy took my virginity." She paused as if deciding whether to give me the full story. "He was always kind of strict with curfew when I was in high school. And real protective when I was dating anyone. He made me come home early from prom, so I wouldn't get into any trouble, you know." She described it was if Mark Bryant was just being a good parent instead of a creep of a controlling father. "I was still in my dress and Daddy came into my room and told me I was beautiful."
Jesus, this was messed up, but I was hard as she recounted it.
She looked at me and could tell I was turned on. "He gave me our first kiss and then on my bed, he deflowered me. Slowly, patiently. Like Daddy always is."
Fuck.
"I didn't really enjoy the sex that first time, but I knew I'd do anything to make Daddy happy like that. I had my first orgasm with him the next night. I knew I was in love with him then."
"Where does that leave us?" I asked. It was a tough question to ask, because I wasn't sure I'd like the answer.
"I love you, Nick," Cheryl said sincerely. "And I want you as my husband. But Daddy comes first and he always will. You'd have to accept that."
"Not sure I can," I said truthfully.
She nodded, as if expecting that. "So. We calling it off? The engagement? Us?"
I shook my head. "I didn't say I wouldn't accept it," I replied, shocking her, I think. "I just gotta think about it."
"I can give you a month to decide," she said. "But at some point we need to know if this going to work."
"Fair," I said.
We hugged, comforting one another after the heavy conversation. "I love you, babe," I said, patting her back as he held one another, her head resting on my shoulder.
I enjoyed that intimate moment, but after a few seconds, I heard the door knock.
"Guess I know who that is," I joked and stepped back
"He's early," Cheryl said. "Sorry, hon." She seemed to sense that I was a little flustered to have our private talk interrupted.
"It's OK," I said. "I'll answer."
I opened the door and sure enough it was Mr. Bryant, dressed in a beat-up T-shirt and cargo shorts instead of his normal preppy businessman attire. "Hi Mark," I greeted, trying not to switch to the more formal "Mr. Bryant" with him. "Come in."
The man may be middle-aged and have the start of a beer belly, I realized, but there was definitely an animal magnetism to him. The contrast between his blue eyes and gruffly handsome, sun-beaten face, and the tall, bulky build he carried around like a charging bulldozer, even when he was in a jovial mood. I didn't want to be attracted to him, but fuck, I was.
"Ready to fix those gutters?" he bellowed as he walked past me into our living room. Mr. Bryant had two volumes. Loud and louder.
"Yep," I replied.
"Pleasure before business, though," he said as he stepped up to Cheryl and wrapped his strong arm around her waist and practically tugging her more petite frame toward his masculine bulk. Their mouths connected. Their kiss was somewhere between romantic and lusty. It was obscenely hot to watch.
Particularly as Mark bent his knees some to angle his hand down into Cheryl's loose shorts.
"Aw FUCK, Daddy!" she let out in a surprised yelp as her father's fingers started playing with her genitals.
"You like that Baby Doll?" he growled, seemingly oblivious I was there watching.
The two of them were entranced with each other, in fact. Cheryl just nodded with a girlish "um hm," for yes and I could see her push her privates into her father's molesting hand.
"MMmm, my baby's pussy is wet..." he hissed in his Texas drawl. "Getting all wet for your Big Daddy are ya?"
Cheryl let out another gasp, seemingly unable to answer as Mr. Bryant fingered with a lewd expression on his face.
"Let's get that hungry pussy stuffed, baby," he now whispered. Maybe he did have a different volume.
I watched, transfixed, as Mark walked Cheryl back to the master bedroom - our bedroom - as he put one paw on her slim shoulder and licked my fiancees pussy juices off his thick fingers.
I took a seat. I was hard as a rock, but feeling a million complicated emotions. A month, I thought. One month to decide if I could deal with this. If I could spend my married life witnessing Mark Bryant fuck my wife. His daughter. My head throbbed and I felt red from the heat of my blood.
The sounds traveled down the hall. A lot of giggling, Mark's low sex talk in an indistinguishable growl, wet kisses. The fuckers didn't even shut the door.
I should go outside, I realized, and I started to get up and walk toward the door. But I had to watch. My heart pounding, I made my way back toward the bedroom. The door wasn't cracked, it was wide open. And I could see them fucking plain as day. Missionary. Cheryl clenching at her father like she had with me the other night. Needy, urgent.
And Mark was really laying it into her. He was just magnificent to watch. All that daddy beef in full rut. I had never noticed before but Mr. Bryant had one hell of an ass. Big round globes of muscle that looked almost fatty but which clenched into firm hard muscle with each fuck thrust.
"Oh Daddy, you're so big," Cheryl gasped. "It feels like prom night each time you fuck me."
Mark's voice was surprisingly out of control, like he could barely talk. "You make me feel so good, Princess." A few more thrusts and I watched his back and gluteal muscle get firmer in its flexing. Then, "I'm gonna cum in ya, baby. Daddy's gonna cum."
"Yes!" Cheryl urged excitedly, but most of what I heard was Mr. Bryant's lion roar of an orgasm.
"FUCK YES!" finally came the words after a long deep growl. "Oh baby, oh honey," he gasped as he rode out his nut, his body in almost a push up position over his daughter.
Slowly, he relaxed and collapsed his weight down into an embrace. I don't know how my fiancee supported that bulk, but she held him and they kissed like lovers.
Yeah, I should have stepped away. I should have had some self respect. But I watched, even as that thick, heavy phallus slid out of my wife-to-be and that father cum oozed out of Cheryl's fucked pussy.
I was so caught up in the nasty display I didn't realize Mr. Bryant now stood beside the bed and was watching me.
"Cheryl said you were a perv," he said simply. God his dong was softening but swung long and heavy between his hairy thighs, still slick with sex. "Enjoy the show?" His words stung, and Mark meant them to.
Still, I couldn't lie. I nodded. "Yes," I said.
Mark chuckled. Like he wasn't pissed off, which was a good sign. He nodded to his daughter, style naked on the bed, her legs still spread, her pussy on display. "Your turn to fuck her, Nick," he offered. But he caught my eye. The flench of hesitation in my face. "Unless... there's something you want more."
Oh fuck. Mark had a leer on his face. The fucker knew. He took a slow step around the bed and another one toward me. God, that cock was beautiful. And everything about Mr. Bryant seemed hot to me. When I'd fooled around with guys in college, before Cheryl, it had been low-key sex with buddies. Normal college guys, guys my age.
But this man was different. Powerful. Cocky. Purely sexual. As he got closer his dick firmed up. Not a full-fledged hardon but closer.
"Go on," he urged, almost impatient.
I gulped then crouched down. That was the right thing to do, in Mark's eyes, because almost immediately I felt his meaty paw on the back of my neck as his other hand lined his dick up to my lips.
I licked the tip. Still sticky, still oozing cum. I hoped Mr. Bryant was recharging, though I felt ashamed for that wish. I licked more, around the plump head and just beyond. It tasted of man, but I could also taste my fiancee on him. I was getting out of control but I need more, opening up, I took him into my mouth.
"Looks like we got a cocksucker on our hands, honey," he laughed cruelly. Already he was holding my head steady and pushing that thick tool into my gullet. Nudging right against my gag reflex but somehow knowing when to stop just short.
"Told you, Daddy," Cheryl giggled.
Fuck.
It wasn't right to say I sucked Mr. Bryant's cock. Not that time at least. The man just held my skull and pumped me. Heavy strokes that challenged me. I was out of practice and had never blown a man this size. Particularly when his face fucking grew more urgent.
"Take it you fucking cum dump," he growled, and I got fed that Bryant cum first hand. Salt and sweet in the same proportion. Spurting against the back of my tongue as the man rode out his second orgasm in the span of ten minutes.
Somehow, somewhere in the process, I came.
Mark was quiet when he withdrew, even as I gave that magnificent soft penis one last kiss. "Who's slutty now," I shuddered when I thought of how I'd judged Cheryl lately. The big man stepped back, hands on his waist now and let his genitals be on full display for me.
It was then that I knew I'd go through with it all. The marriage. Putting up with Cheryl's incest and affair. Sucking Mark Bryant whenever he let me. Embracing the whole situation.
The man just looked down on me. Not the contemptuous smirk I was expecting, but a smile. Like he'd gotten his way.
Then he turned and went to the bathroom to piss and clean off.
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When I saw this scene, it really got me thinking. At first I thought, "I never had any crushes on girls when I was younger. Discovering I was bisexual came out of nowhere." Or so I thought, until a few days ago.
I realized I was bisexual when I took a photography class my senior year of high school. My best friend was gay (so gay my mom could tell from across the street when we were 13), so it's not like I didn't know any queer people, but it just never really occurred to me that I could be queer too. Enter Purple-Haired Sarah. She had just moved to our town (I lived in one of those places the majority of people spend their entire childhood there), so I had just met her that year. She wasn't just pretty, but she (obviously) had purple hair and a fun style. If we had to work in pairs or groups, I wanted to be with her. Then one night I had a sexy dream about her. And that's when it clicked for me. Definitely a, "Well, guess I'm bi now." (There was a bit of experimentation with a friend of a friend to confirm, not that you necessarily need to do that)
But I really, truly thought I never had any crushes on other girls when I was younger. I saw this scene and thought, "Yeah, that was never me." I never had that urge to impress or desire to always be around certain friends- oh wait. Maybe I did.
My very first best friend was named Steph, or Steffy when we were younger. We met in second grade. I was always at her house or she was at mine (more often at hers because she had a computer and AOL so we could go in the chat rooms and do other online stuff in the early 90s). She used to live around the corner from me, but she moved a little bit away. Luckily, the school district let her and her brother still go to the same elementary school, but she did end up going to a different junior high/middle school (my district switched when we were in 8th grade, so we only spent 2 years at those schools). We also joined orchestra in 4th grade (violin for me, cello for her), though she didn't continue into JH/MS and I did. What was really interesting was that she facilitated in a crush I had on a boy who played viola (who eventually became a good friend in high school and we did make out a few times). I'd write him notes and she'd drop them in his viola case on her way to the cello section when we had rehearsals for the district wide Orchestra Festival. When we were younger, we both had a major love for the Baby-Sitters Club books. I remember one year I wanted us to dress as two of the characters for Halloween. She was supposed to be Kristy and I was Mary Anne (before her dad loosened up and let her wear things other than skirts and dresses). She didn't follow through with it though, and I was really upset about it.
I was really sad when Steph wasn't able to go to the same school as me for JH/MS. And when she went there, she really changed. TBH, I kinda did too, but I always was really disappointed that she changed so much. We were both big Hanson fans when they first were popular, but I never got into any of the other boy bands or pop artists of the late 90s/early 00s. She became really preppy and I was more punk/alternative (I went through a big Nirvana phase in 8th grade). It broke my heart that she wasn't my best friend anymore and we didn't have as much in common as we used to. We did go to the same high school and we were still friends, but it definitely wasn't the same. But I think the fact that I always wanted to hang out with her, was so disappointed when we weren't at the same school and that she changed so much might have been signs of an early crush (even if I was having crushes on boys at the same time).
The next one without a doubt (though I just thought of this yesterday) was my best friend Rachael. Rachael and I met in third grade and she was a part of my friend group with Steph. Later in elementary school, we were inseparable. She was definitely my best friend out of the friend group. In seventh grade, I spent a lot of time at her house. She even took me on a vacation with her family one summer. Unfortunately, in eighth grade she moved out to the county (IDK why my particular area uses the term "county" instead of "country," but that's just the local vernacular for the area west of the interstate). We stayed close friends, though. I still spent a lot of time at her house because my mom really liked her (not that she didn't like Steph) and as we got older, we got into similar music and clothing styles, unlike Steph. All through high school we spent a ton of time together, despite her being a 25 minute drive away (if that doesn't say something about how much I loved being with her, IDK what does). She was my partner in crime when I had a boyfriend my mom didn't like and she kind of a had thing with his friend too. We talked my grandma into taking us to see them, even though my mom forbade it. When I got a car, I would drive out to hang out with her all the time (and drive her and her boyfriend around and they'd make out in the backseat of my mid 80s Buick and I'd "accidentally" have to slam on the brakes so they'd go flying off the seat). We remained super close all through high school, despite not even being in the same school district. We went to local punk band concerts together, thrift shopped for fun random t-shirts from the kids section (that was kind of our style) and crushed on similar boys.
The only thing that was a bit of a problem with Rachael was when I came out as bisexual, it made her uncomfortable. Maybe she realized my feelings for her were more than platonic even though I didn't. I mean, there was always a lot of ass smacking and other silly things that could totally be seen as flirting, even though I didn't perceive it that way. But looking back, I totally see it now.
The last crush I didn't realize was a crush was the first one that got me thinking about this: Rhianon. I met Rhianon in seventh grade and she was just so cool, especially with such a cool name and I was boring Nicole V. Her parent let her dye fun color streaks in her dark hair and she wore such cool clothes. She was fairly popular, but not in a preppy way like it was in the late 90s. She didn't like boy bands or the other pop singers like Steph. She liked bands like No Doubt (she was very inspired by Gwen Stefani's fashion) and other alternative bands of the time. Honestly, she was kind of an inspiration. I wanted to be more like her. I wanted to be her. Maybe I just wanted her.
We were friends in high school because we still hung with the same crowd. I was definitely jealous of her: her confidence, her style, the boys she was able to date. I distinctly remember a local band show where she was dating one of the trombonist of one of the ska bands who I really like and I legit spent most of the show crying in the bathroom because seeing them all over each other made me so jealous. But was I jealous of her or was I jealous of him?
I certainly wouldn't have thought so at the time, but looking back, it probably was.
I definitely remember her posting on LiveJournal after she went to college that she had joined a sorority. I actually commented on the post and said I was very disappointed that she had because that just wasn't the Rhianon I knew. One of her new friends replied and didn't understand why I felt so strongly about it. But sororities just weren't very Rhianon, if you asked me. She still remained pretty cool all this time, though. She got married a few years before I did and she wore this really cute almost sort of rockabilly shorter wedding dress with a birdcage veil. I would have loved to be able to pull off something like that (not that I didn't love my wedding dress, because I wouldn't change a thing about the way my wedding turned out, minus the way the arch got set up), but I've just never had the confidence she's always had.
Oh, and the interesting thing about my Rhianon crush I didn't realize was still definitely a crush: she often comments or reacts to my Facebook posts and I was super disappointed that she didn't go to our high school reunion. I would have loved to have seen her. And now I know why.
That a-ha moment is really interesting to think about. Needless to say, Nick's bisexual discovery has made a lot of us older bis realize we had some of those feelings earlier than we originally thought. Even me, who swore up and down it was just Purple-Haired Sarah during senior year that did it for me. The more I think about it, the more I realize she probably wasn't the first.
#oh look guess i'm bi now#except i was all along#childhood crush#bisexual#bisexuality#bisexual awakening#bisexual glitter explosions#heartstopper#heartstopper netflix#heartstopper tv#heartstopper season 2#heartstopper s2#nick nelson
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@disneyanddisneyships HAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA
Trauma recap ig?
Tw: SA
So- i was born at a very young age
Jkjk ok so..
Once upon a time~
....
I was born with a congenital heart and ig one day my mom thought i was gonna die bc they said i did not cry when I came out of the womb.
Ha. Look who's surviving now.
Anywhoooo my parents separated (i live in the philippines divorce is not an option so they separated instead but still married on paper. Just an important note for an extremely important part.) Before I could comprehend what even a sun is.
So the couple therapist era began.
Peer pressure to get them back together was an understatement. I was FIVE when they told me I was the "key" for them to reconcile. So I tried so hard to make my mother tell me why exactly they separated. Dad said she fell out of love so I tried so hard to make mom love him again. I guess we don't always get what we want.
I was so confused because things wouldn't go my way. I thought happy endings existed. Guess not.
So I start to grow up and go to grade school.
That was the trigger.
I was apparently the ugliest creature they've ever seen. Like, kids my age would run away from me when they see me wanting to play with them on the street. They would call me "ugly duckling" or something whenever I have to go up front.
And then, the real trigger was this.
Apparently my father also works on the school I was in, and these girls pulled up to me thinking I was rich, then started STEALING MY WALLET. How do six year olds know how to blackmail now?
When I don't give them what they want, they "punish" me by making me carry books on both of my hands and get me on my knees. Mind you, I cannot carry heavy things back then because *cough* inborn heart condition *cough*
S O
I cried the first time after it was done to me.
That's what started my people-pleasing personality.
So long story short, I switch schools because it was fucked up.
AND THEEEEEEN 😍😍
The first few years were fine, the only issue that I was smart in the english subject.. and people only used me and pushed me around. They ignore me up until they need answers for english class. Stupid little me gave them what they wanted.
Haha.
Then another year. THE FUCKING BOMB.
I sit next to this girl in class.
We became bestfriends.
And then valentines day happened.
My very first kiss.
Was with her.
On valentines day because she thought it was funny.
But god-fucking-dammit.
It made me realize something about myself.
But I was still attracted to guys, so I thought I was straight. (Idk what bisexual was)
Then when I finally told them..
Remember the list of guys they made to "make me normal"?
..yeah.
They made a list of guys my age and wondered which one would make me stop liking girls.
My brain erased that memory for a while.. probably for a good reason.
OH! YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER??
BOOM.
Found out dad had a girlfriend. Didn't accept it at first, but she grew on me.
I WISHED SHE DIDNT!!
Because a month after my father died she called my mom a whore for having male friends. While SHE is the one moving on after five months to another guy with a lotta cash and stuff.
What's more effed up is that dad's siblings sided with her.
Also mind you, my biological parents are stil married on paper. So according to the law, she gets portion of dad's properties. The rest of em is mine and my brother's.
But NOOOOOO SHE STILL CALLED MY MOM A WHORE FOR STATING FACTS AND WANTED 500K FROM MY NOW DECEASED DAD
So long story short my broken family got a lot more broken. Yay!
Oh- this isn't over yet.
It keeps
Getting
Worse
As I grew up.. men started eyeing me which was never a problem to comprehend by younger me.
I turn eleven.
I was actually ELEVEN when my second father-figure by the name of fucking Ian Cruz, SA'D me. I lied about the thirteen.
To make it more mild I told you i was thirteen when it happened.
But no.
Eleven.
Two days after my 11th birthday.. I saw him sa'ing his wife while she was asleep and he started acting weird ever since.. to me.
I slept so late because I thought he might come and get me. Because he almost did. He almost pulled down my pants if I hadn't stopped pretending I was asleep. It could've almost been my first.
Then he starts watching explicit videos whenever he comes into my room. And he forces me to watch them.
Then he starts making eyes at me.. saying I've got a nice tiny little waist and everything..
Whenever I call him out on his shit he gaslights me. Every. Damn. Time.
He apologized to me by hugging me when I confronted him.. and while he was hugging me he.. he kissed my back? Without my consent?
I think.
I hyperventilated when he left after I pushed him off.
I started hinting at his wife about how he has the keys and she had NO idea.
So he finds the keys.
So me locking the doors..
It was all for nothing.
He did some more fucked up things but.. I'll leave it here.
So I told my mom..
And I thought she was gonna comfort me.
But she made it about herself.
She made it about how she was so hurt thet I lied to her. To everyone.
The worst part is that after I spoke up nothing happened.
I was still silent.
No one knew.
Just like how no one also knew back then.
It just repeated itself.
One of these days I just wanna scream..
But no.
Not anymore.
The age of thirteen i mentioned? That was the time I told her.
It's been years but holy shit
I still can't erase it.
He took my fucking girlhood. My innocence.
And the worst part is that he had no remorse and is still living his best life..
But not anymore. I'm not going through bullshit anymore.
Now I just.. I just figured out I had mother issues..
It kept
Getting
Worse
With the peer pressure and everything happening.. It's so hard. I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it past this year.
I wonder how long I can take before I finally shut down.
But.. the bright side of it all? I found people.
Can I also tell you the good side of my life? Not just the recap of bad things?
Well.. there was this jelsa meme account on instagram I found really funny.. so I liked their posts.
Then this said account messaged me.. saying she appreciates it.
Then we just.. talked.
The trigger was that someone had been flirting with her? And I stepped in and just..
It just happened. Few days she started calling me her girl..
And boy, oh boy.. was this a dream?
I was a mad woman. I couldn't sleep at night. I just needed to talk to her.. and everyday it kept getting better.
Even now.
After two years of it.
AND IM CONVINCING HER TO GET A TUMBLR!
God, I fucking love this girl.
Okay.. I'm name-dropping.
Her name is Kiara. Her ig acc is official__jelsa (up until now)
I hope she says yes hehe
Speaking of tumblr tho.
Weeeeell a certain SOMEONEEEE started liking and reblogging my jelsa incorrect quotes!
Hm I wonder who could that beeeeee
Dyk, Liana?
Someone by the tumblr user named disneyanddisneyships...
Hmmmmmmm
I think you know the rest...
Liana.
You know what happened.
I was there when you gave elsa a miscarriage.
I remember it all too well.
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OKAY HI BEFORE I POST THE ACTUAL STORY SOME INFO!!!
the story i’m working on is their backstory- so when i talk about them normal they’re older hehe
anyways
Blake is (usually) 21 but his backstory takes place when he’s 17. He’s gay, studies psychology, loves his family, and struggles with depression and dissociation.
Mateo is (usually) 22 but the story takes place when he’s 18. He’s bisexual, loves Danny, he’s protective and a softie, he works in an auto repair shop, and he struggles with ptsd and a plethora of other issues
maybe i should provide more background?
here we go
Mateo’s dad was his rock, but he died in a car accident when Mateo was 10. His mom was an alcoholic and abusive, so his abuela got custody of him and his older sister. When he was 13 he came out to his family, and they kicked him out. He was bounced around foster homes and adoption centers until he met Danny.
Danny is (usually) 13 but for now he’s 9. In the center, Mateo took him under his wing in a way, becoming a brother figure for him (Mateo was 14 and Danny was only 5 then)
When Danny was 8, Blake’s parents fostered him- and adopted him only six months later. Mateo at 17 left the center and squatted in old houses until he rented an apartment on his eighteenth birthday.
Blake’s mom and dad allowed Mateo and Danny to keep contact, which is how Blake and Mateo meet
WOW! okay that was an insane rant i guess i’ll post the actual story now…
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I’ve been thinking about body hair and my relationship to it bc idk, it’s just been bouncing around in my mind lately. I feel like for the longest time I had a terrible relationship to it just because of how, at least in my own experience, I was so expected to remove practically everything just to not be considered lazy or gross. This got stupidly long because I’m droning so I put under a read more.
I was really young when my mom got me my first razor (10 or so) and when I got a little older I got the notion in my mind that if I didn’t remove hair EVERYwhere (legs, arms, groin, stomach, etc), I was disgusting. Idk, I saw how girls around me seemed to do the same thing, how people looked in media and shit back then, and it just ingrained itself into my mind. And there were always things that seemed to validate what I was doing, like shaving my arms so I wouldn’t get teased for them anymore since as a kid they were pretty hairy (though I guess the hair has lightened as I got older, I think that’s not abnormal). Another example was having been with some friends and asking if they shaved ~down there~ because I was trying to figure out what was normal and they were like “duh, of course we do”. So it was like. Okay. Well. Guess I’ll just keep doing this even though it’s annoying and time consuming and feels pointless.
I was overly aware of how my body appeared to other people and how I wanted it to be as inoffensive as possible (also had a severe ED at that time which maybe partially played into that but ofc there were other things behind that since EDs aren’t normally just about body issues). I also placed a lot of value on how men saw me, because I listened to how so many of my guy friends talked about girls and didn’t want to be one of the ones that was marked gross or whatever. Idk why that was such a big deal to me, I feel like it has to do with being teased in general for being kind of weird and hyper and so not wanting to add anymore to it, plus boys that age could be so absolutely brutal about appearances. These same guy “friends” I had were pretty shitty in general though, esp bc it was the first time I realized the growing aspects of my bisexuality. They had already written a “fic” about me molesting my best girl friend, I didn’t need to give them more ammo in that sense (I was in hs in the early 2000s ok, back when “gay” and “dyke” were insults thrown at any kid who showed any signs. Kids today are so much luckier they’re encouraged to explore those things 😫 I often wonder what my life would be like now if that had been the case for me growing up). I think another part of all this is that my mom always put a ton of stock into her own appearance and if I didn’t, it made me feel guilty over it because I was a reflection on her and my dad and how they parented me (was made very clear of this, they wanted a child who was obedient and "normal").
It took soooo long for me to detach myself from these sort of ideas. I think it wasn’t until much later when I started thinking more critically about why I was doing those things that the idea of not doing them floated around more often in my mind. It helped too to meet more people who were GNC and just let their body hair do whatever, that it wasn’t the end of the world to have it, that it kind of helps dealing with gender-relevant things too. I do hate though that sometimes it feels like having body hair is read as some kind of political statement instead of just…a very minor personal decision on what makes you more comfortable. And I do still think it’s a major issue that it’s still such an expected thing, that it’s more normal than just keeping your body hair because that’s just how your body is. Sometimes I do question when I hear other people say “oh no it’s just my preference” though, because I used to say that too until I really worked through my body hair hang ups and honestly, I imagine a lot of others do feel conflicted about it butttt going against the grain, so to speak, is scary. It's okay to feel conflicted, but sometimes it really is a question of...is this actually my preference or am I just trying to meet certain standards because that's what I've grown used to now. Like if you live in a place where this is more uncommon, you shouldn’t have to endure stares and comments regarding your fucking leg hair or whatever. In the grand scheme of things, who the fuck cares? It’s hair, not a contagious illness. It isn’t dirty or gross to be hairy. (Plus being fuzzy can feel nice, and the hair is a barrier between your skin and outside irritants and things like that, so win-win).
In the end, I’m more comfortable with it now. I really like having it because it just makes me feel more like me. However, I’m still not fully at the point where I can leave it ALL the time. Like if I go visit my parents at the beach, I feel like I’d get too annoyed of comments to deal with having it be visible. I want to still work through that, but it does get hard when it comes to my family since I’m an only child and my entire life was spent trying to appease them until I finally got enough therapy to move past that lol. There are still lingering aspects of it though, like with this. But they got over (or at least pretended to get over) my tattoos and slightly stretched ears. Surely they can get over something that is just naturally there.
Anyway, this was long but ty for coming to my TED talk. In the end, this was my own experience and wasn't meant to make anyone feel guilty for liking or not liking body hair, it's just how I've come to my own position on it. Do what makes you happy, and if you feel inclined to explore it more wrt your own body, do that! It's your body, you deserve to feel comfortable in it because you live in there.
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Brianna's OC Tag Interview (Brianna is River and Haruo’s daughter from the original Legacy)
1. What is your name?
I'm Brianna Chikamori
2. Do you know why you were named that?
My parents named me. I did a little name etymology and well, since my heritage is partly Irish and Japanese. My father is Japanese-Canadian and my mother is Irish-Canadian. My name evidently means strong.
3. Single or taken?
I'm currently single, and until I get my university degree, I'm not looking.
4. Stop being a Mary Sue!
I have no idea what you're going on about.
5. What’s your eye color?
I was lucky enough to get my Mom's eye color; not that I have anything against my dad's eyecolor, but well, green eyes are considered unusual.
6. How about hair color?
Red, what can I say? Genetics. Go figure.
7. Have you got any family members?
Heaps and heaps. Aunt Cait just had two kids so I have cousins, And I have 2 brothers and a younger sister.
8. Oh, how about pets?
No, but I've been bugging Daddy for a dog. He wants a cat.
9. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like
Something? More like someone. That creep next door, Eli Shelley, he's such a dweeb. He calls me up and tells me, "You me...Item?" as If I were his possession. Just becausee we're naighbours doesn't mean I belong to him. UGH!!! He's bought a ticket to Creepsville, because he really gives me the creeps. (phone rings) NO ELI, for the LAST TIME...for the love of God...I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH YOU!!!
10. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
Play pool, Paint, Write.
11. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Physically
No, but Eli Shelley is moving up on that list of people I'd like to maim, very quickly (cracks knuckles), Skip Jones is still above him though. I'm still giggling about the time that Grandma Susan punched his lights out.
12. Ever… killed anyone before?
No! What kind of a sim do you think I am? I respect sim-life.
13. What kind of animal are you?
My dad calls me "Mouse'. So embarrassing...
14. Name your worst weaknesses
I want do do everything right and end up spending too much time trying to get things done perfectly. I guess I need to loosen up a little. And well, I have a major addiction to sweets.
15. Do you look up to anyone at all?
My Mom...she grew up with only her mother but she's knitted together a family that has the cohesion of superglue. And I'm glad for that. I want a family just like hers. And I love that my Dad was strong enough that he was able to help Mom be the glue that keeps the entire family together.
16. Are you straight, gay or bisexual?
I lean towards men, if that's what you're talking about.
17. Do you go to school?
I just graduated high-school, my friends thought that I was a keener.and a nerd, but well, the jocks liked me too.
18. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
Well, one of these days, provided I meet the right guy although we have two male boarders now and well, that Shig Kanzaki looks pretty nice.
19. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
I'm only 18, y'know.
20. What are you most afraid of?
Not being able to fulfill my life's ambition fo get to the highest level in the education field, I was just hired on in the field, on recognizance that I'm going to university to get my Bachelor's in Education so I'm hoping to move up really quickly.
21. What do you usually wear?
Oh, anything goes...provided that it's not too revealing (glares at the Watcher, "For heaven's sakes...I'm just a teen, you lech!")
22. What’s one food that tempts you?
I have this unusual hankering for pumpkin pie and if it's in the fridge...
well, I've usually eaten most of it by the next day.
23. Am I annoying you?
Look, I have two brothers that i grew up with. I don't annoy easy.
24. Well, it’s not over!
Still not annoyed. Try harder.
25. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?
I think classes are an out-dated socio-economic construct.
26. How many friends do you have?
My family...that's all...I was such a "get home, do homework quickly so I can paint" kind of homebody, so all I needed was the closeness of my family.
27. What are your thoughts on pie?
Hey, if you have any pumpkin pie, I'm game.
28. Favorite drink?
Shhhhh...don't tell my dad I drink. He'll go ballistic. He'll think I'm a lush.
29. What’s your favorite place?
The park...I like nature so I like to spend a lot of time at the park.
30. Are you interested in anyone?
Like I said, Shig Kanzaki is rather muscular and handsome, but don't tell anyone that...or my dad will use his size 12 Dakota Steel-Toes and punt him out the door. My dad can get real mean if anyone tries to hit on Alanna and me. I think it's called "putting the fear of God into any potential suitors" and in my dad's opinion, he's God. The Watcher might have a different opinion.(laughs)
31. That was a stupid question.
No comment.
32. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
Oh lake definitely, I don't like jellyfish, I'd swim in our lake at home, but I think someone put crocodiles and sharks in the lake. Thanks to whoever that was /sarcastically/
(Alanna off-camera: "I happen to have also caught a jellyfish at one point")
Oh freakin' great!? Is there anything not potentially deadly in that lake.
(Alanna: "Not that I know of Maybe the death-fish, unless you eat it).
33. What’s your type?
I'm not saying because my dad will kill him.
34. Any fetishes?
Shhhhh... do you want to get me yelled at?
35. Camping or indoors?
I like camping...it't nice to get outdoors. Though of course during the winter, it gets to -40 with windchill, so I'd have to decline camping in winter.
#sims 3#sims 3 gameplay#river mcirish#ts3#sims 3 storytelling#the chikamori selfacy#river and haruo#sims 3 oc tag#Brianna Chikamori
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if imnowt got a second season what would you want to happen?
oh boy oh boy i have done so much research on what happened and it would be great if we got a second season since they would wrap the story up, but i dunno
it makes sense that they weren’t able to end it like the comic, with syd killing herself, but i don’t see why they weren’t allowed to recut that last scene
but i have done a whole lot of theorizing about the figure (i’ve been calling him Mr Shadow in my wip) and stuff it could lead to and rambled at my sister until the told me to shut up so now i guess im kinda writing it? i’ve plotted it all out i just have to get going which will totally take a while
but if we did get a second season it would’ve been great to finish the storyline obviously, but also seeing stuff like dina and syd, and their journey, and more syd stan dina being cool together, liam, aftermath of brad and hoco, also finding more about syd’s dad (who im calling bill since that was his name in the comic), what the fuck happened to the diary, also the probable tension with syd and stan and how that might be impacted even more by Mr Shadow
also fuck the show syd’s bisexual
#she was in the comic and i don’t see why she was written as a lesbian in the show#i mean it’s fine but like she can still be bisexual and just. not have feelings for stan#i dunno#imnowt#i am not okay with this#please slap some writing motivation into me#also who the fuck is sending me anons this week cause there’s been like four#this and the hysterectomy one and then two other random ones in my inbox that i dunno how to answer#asks#but still thanks for letting me ramble
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I am asking in the goodest bestest faith with my heart open trying to accept that there's an answer: how is bisexual polycule with Beronica the straighten endgame option for Riverdale just because they don't explicitly mention Jarchie? I mean, they could have not had Beronica? (Sorry if the post was old, I just was scrolling around the Riverdale tag). I also don't understand how Archie wasn't still canon bi, but that's harder to talk about I guess
Hey Anon! It's not that old, and as I mostly shoot my mouth off about RVD without much thought to how it comes across im absolutely happy to explain my jumbled half-baked thoughts lmao.
To be totally clear; I'm absolutely not erasing the bisexuality of the polycule nor am I discounting the fact that we absolutely had canonical bisexual archie even if he and reggie didn't kiss on screen/at all. None of these fools were straight at the end of the day. and for all my grievances with this show I do completely appreciate this. I didn't mean to imply that archie wasn't bi just because he didn't end up with jug in the polycule.
I complained about it being the 'straightest possible version of this' as in 'this felt very written by a straight person who has very specific views on queerness'. the tl;dr is; I felt like it was kinda fetishy and queerbaity to imply that only the women in the relationship are dating each other as well as the men, especially since they were the only ones who kissed on screen. We didn't get to watch archie or even jug have nearly the same level of queer exploration at all, and I think that's kinda shitty.
as a small disclaimer, i believe the writer is actually gay, im not trying to be like 'ugh a straight person wrote this' I'm trying to explain my feelings in terms that can be understood lmfao.
Now ofc, idk what was happening behind the scenes. Maybe KJ felt too uncomfortable to do a scene of kissing another man, maybe he didn't want to kiss cole, who knows. totally valid reasons.
To explain it bit more in-depth:
It felt super queerbaity, or I guess bi-baity? to me to have a whole episode of archie figuring out bisexuality and never have him explore that more on screen, only to say that he was in a polycule that didn't include Reggie (who it was implied pretty heavily he had some feelings for) ((It should've involved reggie I'll die on this hill)) and only really seemed to imply that betty and veronica were dating. We got to see Veronica and Betty explore this side of themselves repeatedly and on screen, and I love that they did this, but I honestly think it kind of sucks that Archie didn't get to have that same level of exploration as well (even if it's lowkey implied he's gonna ride trains and fuck all summer until he ends up going to the farm instead). I really would've loved to see him figure out his feelings some more through dating Reggie or Jughead in a similar way Betty and Veronica got to explore that.
I haven't seen Every Bit Of Media OUt There, but growing up I always felt like the bisexual women on screen were always out having sex and kissing and being loud and proud while the bisexual men were always a bit more closeted and restrained, and never as loud and proud. This is a broader spectrum, but this is where that part of that annoyance stems from.
And like it's all well and good that we got to hear about the polycule, but it felt like an afterthought and a meatless bone thrown to the queer audiences out there, we didn't really get a chance to explore that side of things at all ((because we were too busy learning chic was playing bury your gays with kevin's dad and archie's uncle??? like wtf?? I guess we were going for a bit of a gritty ending but cmon)) and they kind of immediately break up on screen? It just felt like one last middle finger from the cw. And yknow, time constraints, endings are insanely hard to write, etc. But not one person was like "hey shouldn't we... explore this a little bit?" cmon,
tldr part 2: The should've done more or had a longer ending so that more stuff could be fit in.
anyway, I just think it would've been nice if we could've seen more of that whole deal, but at the end of the day it's just my opinion, sorry for the huge jumbled ramble its nearly 1 in the morning lmao.
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