#I just want a normal mlm relationship

[cessmaga]

fandom hot take but people who say "fans who need to realize the difference between romantic and friendship 🙄🙄🙄🙄" when they're a queer ship probably translates to " I hate fans always put lgbt in everything and it's icky and I can't be ignore that they exist anymore"

these are the same people who demand the creators when the main boy and girls characters to be as a couple

#I seen so many these type of people especially to mlm ships #cough cough homophobic mk fans when johnshi #like why y'all ain't doing shit when it's straight ship huhhh #and it's normalize too #like it's ok if you don't find them in a romantic relationship #but I'm side eyeing you if said something like this #fuck homophobia #homophobia #looking at you mk fandom #like at this point someone in the mk staff should draw johnshi just to piss these people off #heteronormative bullshit #heteronormativity #heteronormative #rambling #rant post #rant #mini rant #I just wanted to get this out of my system #this sentence is really normalize #halbarry

[queerly-autistic]

One of my favourite things about S2 was that we got to see so much in terms of Ed's relationships with women, and it just made me love him even more (if that's humanly possible). We didn't see him interact with many women at all in S1 (I think it was only the posh ladies at the fancy party which was...yeah, not a good experience), so S2 actually giving us a glimpse into his friendships with all these (very different) kickass women was so, so special.

I love that, as messy and fucked up as they all are, and even with the 'well we're pirates, we're not normal and we will fuck with each other' threat that hangs over everything, Ed's relationship with Mary and Anne is still so affectionate, and they both thrown their arms around him the moment they see him. Even though Ed is incredibly tactile, I don't think we've actually ever seen him be hugged like this, and it's just so lovely to watch him be embraced and clearly feel very safe being embraced by these women (and I can't with the way he clings to them, as well). I also love that this is a wlw/mlm friendship; yeah it falls apart later and turns into delicious gay-on-gay violence (and I wouldn't alter a note of it), but I love seeing this sort of affection between queer women and queer men, there's not nearly enough of it.

Don't even get me started on the BFF handshake he has with Anne - I want all the history there, give me six spin-off films about their adventures please.

And then we finally get a glimpse of his relationship with Jackie, which is similarly just lovely, but in a different way? You get the sense that they could sit there for hours, talking shit about the world, all whilst casually ripping the shit out of each other (but affectionately). You also know full well these two have talked extensively about men and know pretty much everything about each other's sex lives - we didn't see it, but I'm absolutely certain that Ed went into full gushing details about sleeping with Stede, just like Jackie did when she talked about The Swede fucking like a jackhammer (historical accuracy ftw).

And, again, whilst they're still pirates, and it's messy, the entire thing feels incredibly...safe, particularly from Ed's perspective? He feels more comfortable around Jackie than he is around most other characters (apart from Stede), just like he was with Anne and Mary.

And then, just to hammer the point home even further that Ed has, generally, fantastic relationships with women, and connects with them, and feels relaxed and safe with them, you have Ed and Zheng becoming instant BFFs literally minutes after meeting each other. Ed goes 'ooh, very cool woman kicking ass and killing people, she shall be my best friend, immediately', and Zheng is automatically incredibly relaxed and open with him, too (suggesting she feels as safe and comfortable with him as he does with her).

All I want in life is to see Ed and Zheng get silly-drunk with each other (and this is why we urgently need a S3).

And none of Ed's relationships with these women are a fetishistic 'I love women because they're fabulous' thing, or an overly patronising paternalistic 'I love the women and I must protect them' thing - all the relationships he has with women are very equal, very comfortable, fully believable, just fantastic friendships to watch play out. I feel like, given everything we see on screen, Ed generally feels a lot more comfortable and safe and open with the women he knows than the men he knows (Stede is the only other person he is this physically affectionate and comfortable with). Which is probably very understandable? Yes, the women he's friends with are all violent pirates too (that's part of the joy of it - none of them are lovely demure morally pure women, they're all violent pirates), but Ed has a lot of experience with specifically overtly abusive men - right back to watching his dad abuse his mum. And that's a distinction that matters: the show treats the violence of normal piracy and the violence of abuse very, very differently. Ed is not used to being treated softly or affectionately by men, as we saw in his shocked reaction to Stede holding his hand. I don't think it's any wonder that he gravitates more towards friendships with women (or that the men he feels the most open and safe with, such as Stede, Fang, even Frenchie, are very pointedly the opposite of the abusive men he has experience with). I just love love love that being friends with women is such a core part of Ed's character, and that we got to see all of these fantastic relationships in the show.

#ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #anne bonny ofmd #mary read ofmd #spanish jackie #zheng yi sao ofmd #ofmd s2 ep4 #episode: fun and games #ofmd s2 ep7 #episode: man on fire #ofmd s2 ep8 #episode: mermen #ed x stede #blackbonnet #ofmd meta #erin waffles

[onlymingyus]

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pairing; wen junhui x joshua hong x female reader

genre; smut, fluff

warnings; poly relationship, slight soft dom!joshua, inexperienced virgin!jun, mlm, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight cumplay, hair pulling, scratching, pet names, degrading names, mention of aftercare

w/c; 3.2k and no change (idk how i did that)

requested; no

a/n; so I was attacked by mainly @onlyhuis but also @duhnova so this is my response to that. if anyone is collateral damage, I apologize. a big thank you to @wonwussy and @onlyseokmins for proofreading. normally I would not post something this quickly in a row but spite overtook me.

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Biting at your bottom lip, you arch off the bed as Joshua wraps his arm around your leg pulling you closer to his mouth. His groan against your folds causes you to see white for a moment with how good it feels rolling through you. Reaching out to your right you find what you were searching for. Jun laces his fingers with yours. 

He loved to watch you with Joshua. Whether it was him eating you out, watching you go down on Joshua, or the two of you fucking. It was bliss for Jun. It was rare that he would participate in more than just watching. He wasn’t confident or experienced, not in the way you and Joshua were. Most of the time he was just happy to be there and to be loved by the two of you. 

Then there were times like this, when your nails bit into the back of Jun’s hand causing his cock to press dangerously hard against his jeans that he wanted more. He had been offered it many times by both of you, but he knew you and Joshua were letting him move at his own pace. 

A soft groan slips from Jun’s lips, as he leans to watch Joshua’s plush lips, pull at your folds. The man between your thighs can’t help but smirk at the sound causing him to pause what he is doing. 

“She’s so fucking pretty isn’t she, Jun?” 

Joshua glances up at the other man who nods granting him a smile from you. Your hand tightens in his grasp when you feel two of Joshua’s thick fingers sliding into your pussy. Jun’s gaze once again moves to your face as you moan so sweetly. 

“Baby…you sound pretty. Does that feel good?” 

You can only nod, Joshua’s fingers slowly thrusting into you while you roll your hips down over them. Jun had experienced little things with you and Joshua. Your mouth on him, your breasts in his mouth, his hands had roamed both of yours and Joshua’s bodies, and he had shared kisses with both of you plenty of times, but that was where he had stopped. 

Flexing his free hand, Jun whines softly to himself before looking down at Joshua to find the man rubbing your clit with his thumb. Joshua grins mostly to himself when you whine similarly to Jun, your hips bucking towards Joshua’s face only for him to push them back down. 

“Shua…I–teach me?” 

Fingers slow in their movement as Joshua’s eyes move from between your legs to Jun. The older man’s grin still in place he lifts his brows before sliding on the bed between your legs to give Jun space to join him. 

“Baby, put your leg on my back. Let’s give Jun some room between these pretty thighs, hm? He wants to learn.” 

Your skin was on fire with desire. You had waited for this moment. Nodding, you feel Jun’s hand slip from yours as you watch him tug at his sleeves nervously. 

“It’s okay, baby. Jun…I love you, so much.” 

Hearing your words causes Jun’s lips to turn up in a smile, his nerves calming slightly getting him to move a bit quicker. Joshua watches as Jun runs his fingers along your leg as he finally rests on his stomach next to him on the bed. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed knowing you have both of your boyfriends between your legs you can’t help but laugh running your hand over your face before resting it there. 

Joshua smirks glancing up at you, his hand moving to grab your leg closest to Jun moving it to rest over the man’s back so you will be more comfortable. He then turns to rest on his left elbow lifting his body only slightly so he can look at Jun, his eyes carefully assessing the man as he lifts his hand to run it through the man’s soft hair. 

“You want to learn how to finger her? Or more? We will do whatever you want.” 

Jun’s cheeks warm slightly as he leans into the other man’s touch. Turning his face he lets his lips brush over the man’s wrist so he can look up at you peeking through your fingers so cutely. Offering you a smile, Jun then bites at his lip feeling the need to push his hips against the bed to provide himself some relief from his painfully hard erection. 

“God…I–Shua. I think I want it all. I can’t watch anymore.” 

His bottom lip between his teeth, Joshua lets out a soft groan at Jun’s words. He had been waiting for this moment. With his fingers still running through Jun’s hair, Joshua nods before tightening his grip at the side of Jun’s head to pull him forward brushing his lips against the younger man’s briefly. 

Jun hisses at the feeling of his hair being pulled. He had always enjoyed it and he knew that Joshua always seemed to remember things that you and he liked. Letting out a soft breath against Joshua’s lips, Jun grips the bedding underneath him as Joshua speaks against his lips causing you to smile as you watch the two men between your legs. 

“Then just follow me. I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” 

Jun can only nod as Joshua pulls away. When the older man’s fingers finally slipped from his hair, Jun looks back up at you to find you biting at your lips. You watch his shoulders rising and falling under his sweater heavily from nerves. 

“You’ve touched her before but give me your hand, she’s already soaked. Two of your fingers, yours are thinner than mine but that won’t matter at all.” 

Joshua takes Jun’s hand guiding his fingers through your folds as both men watch your thighs jerk in response. A soft groan slips from Jun’s lips at the feeling of how wet you are and how it coats his fingers while Joshua guides his fingers back and forth over your folds until he finally leads him to where you want him. 

“Push in slow, palm up. Just like that. She’s soft, isn’t she?” 

The heel of your palm in your mouth, you bite down to stifle your moan when you feel Jun’s long fingers slide against your walls. Joshua watches Jun while he watches you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He loved how you were reacting. If he moved his fingers up your body would jerk. If he pulled his fingers out and angled them slightly to push in deeper, you would moan his name. He was already beginning to understand why Joshua liked to do this so much. 

“Perfect, just like that. Now you will feel a patch of skin on the top of her pussy. It feels different than the rest. Rub your fingers over it. Do this…” 

Looking over to Joshua, Jun watches how Joshua moves his fingers before he looks back down between your legs. His tongue sticking out between his teeth, Jun feels for the spot but before he even realizes he feels the difference and he knows he’s found it by how you react. A loud moan falls from your mouth and Joshua groans out a laugh leaning to kiss your thigh. 

“There? Am I doing it right, Y/N?”

You can only manage to nod, your hand reaching down to run through Joshua’s hair as Jun smiles at you. You were beautiful like this. You were beautiful all the time but when you started to look this fucked out, there could be works of art made and hung in galleries of you. 

“Make her cum, Jun. Look how wet she is. Taste her, baby.”

He had watched Joshua do it so many times. Listened to him talk about how good you tasted and even tasted you on Joshua’s lips before but this was something different. Nodding, Jun leans forward to press his lips to your folds leaving a kiss over them as his fingers still move inside of you.

A soft exhale of his name causes him to push his hips down into the bed and for Jun to furrow his brows as he runs his tongue over his lips tasting you there. He wanted more. He wanted to do what Joshua asked of him and what you needed. Leaning back down, Jun runs his tongue flat against your wet folds, and his brain almost short circuits at the sensation.

Joshua watches how Jun’s body trembles as he tastes you. Grinning, the man slides his own around your hip to help Jun. You feel thicker fingers part your folds letting Jun’s tongue lap at your clit. His gentle kitten licks are so much different than what you are used to but that is what is driving you crazy and pushing you over the edge all that more quickly. 

Gasping Jun’s name, you move your hand from Joshua’s head to his, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. Feeling your nails seems to push Jun to do better, to do more. Joshua watches, his own mouth falling open in a silent groan as Jun latches on to your clit and your orgasm takes hold of you. Cum slips around Jun’s fingers as he continues to thrust them into you, pushing you to the point of overstimulation until Joshua’s hand finds his wrist pulling him back carefully. 

“You did so well. Y/N, holy shit. Jun, look at her. Look how good you made her feel.” 

His pupils blown out with lust, Jun leans back to look at you. He watches how your thighs are trembling, how your fingers are gripping at the sheets under you. He can’t help but match your smile when you finally meet his eyes.

“So fucking pretty.” 

Joshua laughs quietly at Jun’s words. He agreed with the man. You both were. Watching, Joshua moves to sit beside you letting Jun move between your legs to lay over you. He tilts his head enjoying the way your fingers cupped the man’s face as his lips claimed yours. He could hear how your tongues were meshing as the two of you whined like bitches in heat needing more. 

“Jun, you will get more of her but come here. We need to get you out of these clothes. You said you wanted it all, right?” 

Jun glances over to Joshua breathlessly. With your hands running over the man’s sweater you couldn’t help but to agree with Joshua. Though you could feel Jun’s cock through his jeans pressing against your swollen, wanting core you wanted him naked and inside of you.

Sliding from you, Jun moves towards Joshua as the man smirks at him. Strong hands pull at the sweater as Jun lifts his arms and you watch turning on your side. Joshua steals a glance at you, offering you a wink before he tosses Jun’s sweater behind him lowering his eyes to where Jun’s hands were already working his jeans open. 

“Good boy. Get those off for us.” 

Moving off the bed, Jun feels his cheeks heat up. You and Joshua had seen him naked many times, and the two of you were already bare in front of him but there was something about it this time that made him feel more self-conscious. Swallowing hard, Jun lets out a whine before pushing his jeans down his legs making you bite at your lips before you move to your knees at the side of the bed. 

“Jun, come here baby. God, you are so handsome. We are so lucky. I am so fucking lucky.” 

When your hands slide over his stomach, Jun’s eyes threaten to close from how good it feels. He feels his knees buckle for a moment but he manages to bite at his lip to keep him in the time and place remembering what he was wanting. Meeting your eyes as your fingers push into the top of his boxers, Jun licks his lips and nods letting you know he is okay. 

Joshua grins and furrows his brows watching you with Jun. With his cock in his hand, he strokes it slowly letting his thumb brush over his tip to collect the pre-cum that had beaded at his slit. A low groan escapes Joshua’s lips, his hand twisting under his head as you finally push Jun’s boxers to the ground allowing his cock to stand erect in front of you. 

Both of your boyfriends had perfect cocks in your opinion. Where Joshua’s was thick and filled you up to the point the stretch hurt you each time, you had a feeling that Jun’s long but thinner cock was going to reach places that you could only dream of. 

Running your fingers along his shaft, you look up at Jun giving him a sweet smile before moving back to the center of the bed so he can join you. The man once again looks nervous but with pre-cum dripping from his tip, the desire to be inside of you was much stronger. Strong but shaky arms allow Jun to move over you before he glances at Joshua letting his eyes move over his cock before finally meeting his eyes, waiting for him to tell him what to do next. 

“There you go. You both look so good. Got me all riled up.” 

Jun can’t help but laugh, his cheeks once again burning at Joshua’s words. He starts to lower his head but the older man lifts his chin to keep his eyes on him.  

“Don’t be so shy, baby. You have to pay attention. This part is important. It’s gonna feel so good. You’ve watched me do it, so you know what to do but, I want you to go slow. Don’t want to hurt her and don’t want to overwhelm yourself. Understand?” 

Licking his lips as he leans his head into Joshua's hand, Jun nods before pulling away to look between your body and his. 

“Yeah, yeah I understand. I don’t wanna hurt her. I’d never hurt you, Y/N.” 

You smile, reaching up to run your fingers over Jun’s cheek as he speaks. Turning his head towards your palm, Jun presses a kiss to your hand quickly before reaching between the two of you to hold his shaft. You close your eyes feeling him brush his tip between your folds over your clit. A gasp slips from your lips when he teases you unknowingly. 

Smirking, Joshua moves closer to watch. His hand gently caresses your cheek while he bites at his bottom lip watching as Jun’s cock finally starts to slip into you. Moving his eyes along your body, Joshua tightens his hand around his cock once again to the sound of the moan leaving your lips as Jun finally bottoms out inside of you. 

“Yes…there. Jun, oh my god. Please…” 

Your soft whimpers cause Jun to pant against your arm as you rest your hand against his neck. You felt so warm around him, so tight, and wet. He now could understand why Joshua had told him to go slow. This was already overwhelming. Your hand and mouth had felt good on him before but nothing could compare to this. 

“When you are ready you can move, Jun. Slow, even thrusts. You can go deep. I bet your cock feels good inside of her. Hm, tell him, baby. God, you are being such a good little whore for our Jun.” 

Nodding, you whine out a yes before rubbing your thumb along Jun’s jaw. Slowly he starts to move his hips toward yours. The thrusts are shallow at first but with each one he dares to go deeper. Joshua furrows his brows, lifting his own hips towards his hand feeling his own climax getting closer. The sounds the two of you were making, the way you looked together. He was barely holding it together. 

Lifting his hand, Joshua runs it over Jun’s hair getting the man to look at him as he leans up to press his lips to the man’s groaning at the taste of you on his lips. You always tasted so good, but for some reason on Jun’s lips, you tasted even better. 

“Move back a bit. I’m gonna cum, Jun.” 

Nodding, Jun does as he is told. He sits back, his hands sliding to hold your hips as his eyes fall to where his cock is entering you over and over. The sight of it made his head spin.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last but one glance at Joshua and his hand moving quickly over his cock made Jun groan and his hips push to yours hard. 

“Don’t stop Jun, keep fucking her. That’s it, good fucking boy, fill her up. Shit…” 

Thick white ropes cover your lower abdomen and where Jun and you are connected. With each new thrust, Jun pushes more of Joshua’s cum into you. Sliding his fingers across your hip, Jun pushes the warm cum towards your pussy, his teeth caught between his lips just as he feels himself going to a point he can’t return from. 

With his lips on yours, Joshua closes his fist tighter around the base of his cock feeling his cum dripping from his tip when he hears Jun’s whines. Nipping at your lips, Joshua pulls away to look up at Jun as the man cums, the look on his face one of bliss. Joshua can’t but push into his hand one last time, the last of his cum running back onto his fingers. 

His eyes closed so tightly he sees white for a moment, Jun’s fingers dig into your hips so hard you know there will be bruises but you can’t seem to care as his movements push you over the edge one more time. Your soft panting breaths are overshadowed by the men’s grunts and whines but you can only smile when Jun’s warm body lays over yours even as he slips from you leaving you feeling empty. 

“Oh my god…that was everything?” 

Laughing, you lift your hand running your fingers through the sweat-damp hair at Jun’s temples as he nuzzles against your breasts. Turning your gaze to Joshua the man smiles at you before he leans to press a kiss to your lips, his hand moving over Jun’s back gently. 

“It was. You did so well. We need to get cleaned up soon.” 

Both you and Joshua can’t help but smile hearing Jun’s whines at the mention of moving. He was exhausted but he knew he was sticky and you had to be too. Moving his head, Jun presses soft kisses along your neck before turning to look at Joshua with a grin. 

“I’ll go if you start the bath.” 

Rolling his eyes, Joshua reaches up to tug at the younger man’s hair making Jun laugh. Leaving you to cuddle with Jun, Joshua slides from the bed stealing one last glance at the two people he loved more than anything in the world. He shakes his head, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck hearing soft giggles and the sounds of kisses as he steps into the bathroom. That was his favorite sound, your and Jun’s happiness.  

#seventeen smut #joshua smut #jun smut #svthub #svt smut #junhui smut #seventeen poly #seventeen x reader #seventeen mlm #seventeen fanfic #joshua fanfic #jun fanfic #junhui fanfic #svt fanfic #joshua x reader #jun x reader #junhui x reader #svt x reader

[bitchlessdino]

Sweet Darling (m)

Pairing: tinkerbell's son!chan x fem!reader x Hook's son!wonwoo

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.6k

tags: daugther of wendy!reader, established relationship, yearning, poly, wonchan doing what bros do, suggestive mlm content, cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, dirty talk, Silk restraints, praise kink , spitting, cum eating, cumswapping, unprotected sex, double penetration.

Summary: "Trouble in paradise with little Darling?" Chan was really unsure taking the advice from a child of Hook, but as a man in love, Chan knew the heavier the risks, the higher the reward.

author note : I have a bagillion requests to get to but here comes more self-indulgent fics! thank you @wonwussy and @multi-kpop-fanfics (happy birthday my pretty darling 💗) for beta reading and below are some of my fave notes of theirs :)))))))))))

"NOT WONWOO JUST SHOWING UP" "Wonwoo is Chan’s biggest supporter" - SJ "chan was brave I would have cum on the spot" "wonwoo pirate whore confirmed" -zeta

Tagging: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

Chan has been the happiest he's ever been in a long time. As a child of one of the legendary fairies of the century, Chan had a lot to live up to. His mother has worked hard to prepare him for their line of work and she’d be damned to know she poured her blood sweat and tears into him getting into a good university to find out he was dating the daughter of Wendy Darling of all people. 

Chan’s mother could never stand that so called ‘wretched girl’–always sticking her nose in places she shouldn’t have been–and it’d be an extra hot day in hell if Chan was ever caught fraternizing with such the likes.

That’s why he had kept it such a secret. Although Chan loves and respects his mother, the moment he laid his eyes on Darling kin, he knew it was over. It was a forbidden affair that may have initially swayed his decision-making in pursuing you, but over time, he had truly fallen for you, calling the first time he saw you ‘love at first sight.’

You stunned everyone with your effortless beauty and grace and eventually, they began to learn more about your kind heart and demure demeanor. It was inevitable that everyone became enamored by you, including Chan. 

Being able to take you to the formal was a dream come true. What surprised him the most was that you seemed just as infatuated with him and that it wasn’t just a pity date or a yes disguised as something else, you actually enjoyed his company. But it wasn't enough that you liked him. He wanted you to be irrevocably taken by him. 

He had to occupy your every day, your every thought, your every breath. You had to be obsessed with the fact that there is no other person in the world for you. At least not like Chan. No one was like Chan. Just as there was no one like you. For you, you deserved something special.

"Wonwoo, you're a heathen. How do you bring excitement to the…you know?”

The young pirate raised a full brow, eye twitching back at the pestering fairy who had just insulted him like nothing. “No l don't know. What?”

“You know. The pleasure.”

Despite their families opposing histories, Chan and Wonwoo fairly got along. They were acquaintances at most and were typically surrounded the mutual friends, today was different seeing as everyone else was busy with the matters of classes and assignments. Eating with someone was better than eating alone, according to Chan, and it seems Wonwoo shared the same sentiment as he willingly agreed. 

Chan had his annoying moments–Wonwoo found most fairies naturally have those kinds of qualities, just take Chan’s mother as an example–but the blonde lad was entertaining when he wanted to be in a rather whimsically endearing way. Wonwoo normally found those individuals disgustingly nauseating, but it worked on Chan.

Wonwoo grinned knowingly. He leaned over from the picnic bench, a palm to his cheek. With the tree towering over him, shadows caressing his face aesthetically. “What's that?”

Chan let out an exasperated exhale, lightly tugging his bright blond hair. “Sex, Wonwoo! I'm talking about Sex!”

“Why? Trouble in paradise with little Darling?”

Word got around about Chan’s relationship with Wendy Darling’s darling daughter closer to the day of the formal, but that was before the scene the conflict containing the beast’s child, Gaston’s son, and apparently Ariel’s son. Wonwoo could never properly keep up with peer gossip as it was usually blown out of proportion (most of the time that it, this cup of tea was rather scorching).

Chan scowled at the accusation. “Of course not!” He twiddled his fingers, bottom lip jutting out. “l just want to make it more special for her this weekend. Seeing as you have more than enough trolloping in your history to count as a human brothel, l thought it'd be interesting to get your ideas.”

If Wonwoo took offense to Chan’s jab, he didn’t show it, and instead asked, “Your lady like knots?”

“Like ones slathered in garlic sauce?”

“...No. Like rope.”

Chan’s eyes rounded out in concern. “Wouldn't that hurt?”

The young fairy’s expression amused Wonwoo, a chuckle escaping him. “No, not if you do it right. Never mind. Let's start with something easier. How do you kiss?”

Chan broke out in a wide smile reliving your many kisses and his cheeks emitted a tinge of pink. “Well, she kisses lovely. Rather shy. l just make sure she's comfortable.”

“Snore. No wonder you need my help. Come here. I'll show you.”

“Show me?” Chan repeated, leaning his body away with arms crossed into an ‘X’ over his chest. “Why, you must’ve confused me with a harlot such as yourself.”

“Calm down twinkle toes, I’m not here to corrupt you”–although the thought was tempting–“I’m just going to show you the right ways to do things.”

Wonwoo redirected himself now next to Chan, sitting on the same picnic side parallel to him. He told Chan to meet him at eye level, causing the other to sit up straight. Wonwoo took the side of his face, “Now listen carefully.”

A shudder suddenly went down Chan’s spine. “W-where is this really going?”

“You asked for my help,” Wonwoo reminded, grin taunting back at Chan, “don’t be scared.”

Wonwoo’s hand crept on the back of Chan’s neck, rough fingers threading up his blond locks. “You’re gonna want to play with her hair.” Wonwoo let the locks glide between his digits gently, curling at the ends, and Chan could feel micro hairs stand on his arms. “Like that, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Chan croaked.

“Good, now answer looking back at me.”

Chan hadn’t noticed at first, but instead of looking back into Wonwoo’s eyes, he had been actively avoiding. The blonde had himself force his eyes back on his company. “Y–yes.”

“Alright.” Wonwoo tilted the angle of Chan’s face, utilizing his thumb, and began leaning closer, his breath tickling the blonde’s cheek. Chan visibly swallowed, blinking back in quiet anticipation. Wonwoo's eyelids drop gently, and his lips–startlingly plump and pink–began to part. “Now when you’re this close, you give her the chance to breathe. Let her learn patience. Tease that patience. Let it fester.”

“Yeah, s-sure.” Chan responded, his heart building up until it was hitting a million beats a minute, at least it felt that way.

“You only get closer from there,” Wonwoo added. He inched closer and closer, lips only mere atoms away, and Chan can’t help but shoot his eyes up in alarm. But Wonwoo just kept talking, soothing and deep, alluring even to Chan. “You can feel how excited she is from here, her heart probably erratic from the distance.” 

Chan developed a deeper red on his cheeks, relating all too well to that statement, but of course not the exciting part. That was reserved for you. Yet, his mind ran through a thousand different questions, one of them being why he wasn’t entirely repulsed by this. “Finally at the right time, your lips meet. It's warm, his comforting, and you take advantage of that pressure until it's hungry, gritty, starving.”

Chan sighed without thinking, already accepting his fate. Then Wonwoo’s lips stretched over his face in that devilish smile withdrawing, the warmth that once there taking a leap away from Chan. “She won’t know what’s coming to her. You're welcome.”

The oxygen knocked out Chan’s lungs, pulling him back to the present. He jumped up from his seat to collect himself, obviously clearing his throat before picking up his things. "Uh, thanks, ahem, Wonwoo. That helps."

“Anytime, Chan.”

Chan got up to leave soon after, trying to melt the image of Wonwoo from his brain, but he got what he needed. Wonwoo, despite his less-than-orthodox methods, knew what he was talking about. Chan would just have to trust his word.

That same night, Chan had put his friend's advice to the test. He called you over for an at-home date night and he was already itching to see the magic from the lesson. You playfully held the bottom of the hem of his shirt, taking short bursts of kisses Chan lands against your lips. 

You hard fell into a natural rhythm with this routine, seeing as he was a little predictable. However, when he ran his fingers through your hair, your giggles melted into moans, skin stinging with every puncturing touch of his digits digging into your scalp and putting at your hair. Your bodies entangle with one another and naturally fell against the firm surface of his mattress, hips pressing into one another until your kisses fell more languid and deep.

“Chan,” you whispered, getting quite comfortable with this new side of him, "Well, that was rather different."

"Do you like that,” he asked softly, eyes still rounded like a puppy dog claiming his treat.

"Very much yes," you reeled him in closer, "What else can you do ?"

Chan thinks of an answer but fell flat. His mind just went completely blank from your question and now the arousal he once felt died along with his movement. He stuttered with his words, ashamed by his inability to respond and his uncertainty take the next steps, and he’s already pulling apart from you. Performance anxiety. It gets to everyone at some point eventually. "I'm sorry."

You sat up next to him, your brows dipped in concern. Your hand glided over his back, stroking in order to soothe his nerves. "What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?"

"I just wanted it to be perfect." He admitted.

He’s had his modest share of intimate partners but none were like you, who he was impossibly infatuated with.

"The first time isn't always is. We knew that."

"But 'ours' should be. I even asked the pirate for help.” He pulled at the tufts of his blonde, shutting his eyes tight in frustration.

Your eyes shot open, "You asked Wonwoo for help? What good would he do?"

"He just knows these kinds of things better than I do." Chan sighed.

"Say that again, I need that as my ringtone." Wonwoo, out of thin air, appears before you both, smickering at the painfully awkward sight leaning up against the door frame of Chan’s bedroom. "There really is trouble in paradise."

Cham jumped up from the bed, shocked at his appearance. "How did you get in here?"

"Pixie dust,” Wonwoo answered sarcastically before pointing his thumb back into the living room, "Your door was unlocked. Everyone could hear your–well lack of–sex life."

Chan fell back into bed, embarrassed beyond repair. "Kill me now."

"That won't be necessary," Wonwoo reassured, relieving himself of his burly coat as it dropped to the ground. “I said I’d help.”

Chan huffed, sneering back at the pirate, “I see what this is. I come to you with advice on being a better lover and you sabotage me by ‘pillaging’ and ‘plundering’ my beloved.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, “I don’t ‘pillage’ or ‘plunder’ people. Even if I did, your Darling wouldn’t be one of them. I am an honest pirate.”

“An ‘honest pirate’ frankly sounds like an oxymoron.” Chan rebutted. 

Wonwoo was getting annoyed by Chan’s accusation but every damn nerve in him told him to stay against his better judgment. He crossed his arms, looking back at Chan sternly, “Look, you can argue with me all day, but every second you argue, is a second longer your little girlfriend doesn’t get to cum, so be my guest, insect.”

Chan scoffed, hands on hips. Offended didn’t even begin to start describing how Wonwoo made him feel.  “Fine. Let’s see how you do it then!”

“Chan!” You interrupted, cheeks hot from the lingering embarrassment of knowing you and your boyfriend had gotten caught in the midst of your activities. Wonwoo, the cheekiest pirate that everyone on campus knew, just so happened to know the intimate details of it before stumbling upon it in real-time, and now seconds away from being involved due to your boyfriend’s reflex to prove someone wrong.

Chan’s anger dissipated upon hearing your voice, immediately coming to your side. “I’m sorry, my love. That just came out. Of course, nothing will happen. Not without your permission.”

Your eyes shift from your boyfriend to the intruder, who pirated all over your intimate moment. You should’ve been mad you were interrupted, you should’ve been mad that Chan brought up your private details with someone on the outside, but all you couldn’t help but feel was intrigued. The fact that Chan was fine with another man joining was surprising, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you had thought it was a rather appealing image that sent arousal between your legs. 

You clenched your thighs together, comparing Chan’s soft gaze with Wonwoo’s cocky one, eventually nodding your head in bashful interest. “It’s new, and rather different than what I’m used to, but If it’s something you’re willing to try, I am too.”

Chan smiled gratefully, pressing a kiss to your lips, before turning back to Wonwoo with a slight scowl. “Okay, what did you have in mind, pirate?”

Wonwoo grinned, proceeding to walk closer to the couple before joining them at the corner of the bed, dressed down in a simple black shirt and black ripped jeans. “Baby steps, what I’ve already taught you at lunch today.”

“He taught you something?” You questioned in bemusement.

Chan tried filtering through the blush on his cheeks but failed. “It’s not what you think, he just…gave me some direction.”

“Since I’ve shown Chan what to do,” Wonwoo’s hands came up to rest on your shoulder, burning hot against you, “It’s time I show you what to do, little Darling.”

You’ve always had a hate/love relationship with the endearment ‘Darling.’ Since it was your family name, it came with the repercussions that everyone thought it’d be okay to refer to you as such instead of your given name, but hearing how it rolled off Wonwoo’s tongue sounded like pure sex. 

“You touch her in a way she resists, I’ll kill you, Jones.” Chan threatened. 

“Relax, I won’t. Milady, do you consent to me kissing you?”

You nodded, watching as he inched closer to meet you at eye level. “As I said with Chan, It’s all about the teasing, the build-up for the kiss.”

Chan watched over patiently as Wonwoo did the same steps he learned today: the touching of the hair, the gradual closing of each other’s body, his breath visibly lingering close enough to your lips that you could make out the spearmint gum he’s been chewing. Wonwoo smiled to see how much more cooperative you were compared to Chan, who was already fuming at the sight.

“You caught up now, Miss Y/n?”

“I-I think so.”

“Good. Now I’ll show you what I haven't shown Chan, but you’ll be teaching him soon after, alright?”

You quietly nodded. Soon, Wonwoo met your lips for the first time, tasting, and reveling in sweetness that was supposed to be Chan’s and only Chan’s. Anger fueled the young fairy, his knuckles turning white from balling his hand in fists, but it soon melted seeing your face.

Wonwoo kissed differently from Chan, not in a way that was better or worse, but it opened your body to a new possibility you haven’t explored yet. The pirate’s hand traveled from your face to your side, pulling you by the hip towards him, in turn releasing a yelp down his throat. You made no protest, seeing as the action only enhanced the current situation, and you feel your hands move on him just as naturally, playing at the buttons of his shirt.

His tongue caressed your lips for entry and you gave access, having now your saliva mixing in an obscenely decadent way. You moaned moving closer to him, your knees now digging into the mattress in the process, lost in heat. Your body arched into his, feeling the firm definition beneath his clothes. It felt so different and wrong and addictive. 

“My love,” Chan breathed out. The complex emotions running through him made the fairy’s possessive nature conflict with the arousal stemming from such an erotic scene unfolding. All that was clear was that his pants were tightening at the crotch.

You immediately pulled away from Wonwoo at the sound of Chan's soft timbre, a hand to your mouth, shocked by your own actions. “Have I–oh, dear.”

Chan shook his head, “Not like that, Y/n, I’ve just realized now how beautiful you look needy and desperate. It’s…exhilarating.”

You covered your face, hiding behind his deliciously sinful words, typing to ignore the damp tension you tried so hard to clench away. Wonwoo simply chuckles, “She’s a natural.” He pulled your hands away from your face, gentle encouragement in his surprisingly kind eyes. Kind for a pirate anyway. “Time for you to show, Chan. Do exactly as I’ve taught you, and he will follow. He’s a good student too.”

You quickly returned to Chan, need flooding every orifice of your body before catching him in a liplock. You made use of your lesson, playing with Chan's hair, trailing your hands over Chan’s body, and letting your lips follow the pace of your heart, practically devouring the plush cushion of Chan’s lips. Chan mimicked your movement to a tee, catching up at sonic speed, and you could feel his pulse quicken beneath the palm of your hand. 

“That’s it,” Wonwoo led, “Chan, don’t be shy about doing things out of the box too, she wants you just as much as you want her.”

Being a high-achieving student, Chan pulled you in his lap, straddling him, where you were grinding against him like a pair of horny teenagers. His hands found home on your chest, cupping the fullness of your breasts through your clothes. An obscene moan followed soon after.

“Atta-boy.”

Chan smiled at Wonwoo’s sincere rally before continuing to work into your liplock, that was hardly working at all seeing how seamlessly your bodies meshed like one. Slowly, articles of clothing began coming apart from your bodies, skin exposing without a second thought until you were only left in your underwear. You could practically feel yourself dripping between your legs, and at this point, you would be actively worried about it getting on Chan’s thighs, but you were too lust blind that the thought never reached your brain.

Chan’s newly acclimated fascination with your breasts had him appreciating them to their entirety, feeling how the peaks hardened under his touch and tasted on his tongue. His only regret was that he didn’t learn it so much sooner. Then came your body, soft and lively under his fingertips. He could feel every goosebump, every curve, every delicate feature of your body, unable to believe you’d given yourself to him like this. Balls of flesh in his hand, he held you like a man gone mad, crotch thrusting into you as if his erection was seconds away from busting right out from his pants.

Meanwhile, your hands glided over Chan’s sculpted muscles, internally squealing at their firmness while moisture flooded your core. For a fairy, everyone expected them to be dainty and delicate, much due to the attention they placed on their magic rather than physical labor, but beneath Chan’s pristine exterior, he was rugged. 

The valleys of his abdomen were deep, making your hands slide through like butter, and his arms–both large and built to provide safety–embraced you with blistering heat. Your mouth water at the simple thought of them pinning you against a flat surface, your feet far from touching the ground. God, his body was made for worship to the level of a deity and you would take all of eternity to do it. “Mmh, Chan…”

His hand in your hair stroked it sweetly, but his teeth pulled at your bottom lip’s resistance, “All for you, my love. Tear me away, lash at me, bring me in ruin. I am at your beck and call.”

“So glad you mentioned that, Chan,” Wonwoo obnoxiously interrupted, “because you’re going to do something for Y/n that I’m sure you’ll both very much enjoy.”

Wonwoo directed you to sit up against the bed frame while he handed something off to Chan, whispering in his ear. Chan accepted it before making his way to you, parting your legs with the nudge of his knee. His smile is unwavering as he reached down for your hands, thumbing over the back of them. Abruptly, he took them both above your head, having you stare back at him anxiously. Utilizing what Wonwoo gave him personally, a single silk scarf, Chan tied you down at your wrists, looping them through on the nook of the bedframe to ensure escape wasn’t an option.

“He said they’d be better than rope.” Chan blushed. “At least, I won’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”

“What are you going to do to me, Chan?” You asked slightly afraid, but your fear is overwhelmed by the presence of thrill.

Still smiling, he doesn’t answer and instead lowers his body, hands smoothing over your legs. Wonwoo, who previously had just been watching aside from your kiss, sat behind Chan, watching the tremble of your legs and you couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze. Chan's kisses feathered over your inner thighs, teeth nipping at you during his slow entry, and his arms came up beneath you to tug you against his lips. 

“Oh…” You let out, feeling his mouth move against your molten core.

“You’re so wet for me, my love, mmh…”

Chan’s tender love has yet to be translated into sexual initiation until this very moment and, damn, it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced. His whispers tickled your skin before it was captured by his mouth. Teeth colliding with your folds, the light strokes of his tongue, you can feel how he’s careful, appreciating every fold, making sweet sweet love your messy core. Then, Chan pressed deeper, exploring your warmth, ravaging you, and cushioning his cheeks with your thighs. He groaned into his feast, sending vibrations up your body.

Your eyes fluttered out of bliss, whining about your inability to touch his soft hair or pet his handsome face, instead, you could gaze back at him, crying out his name until your throat would give out.

“Isn’t he pretty,” Wonwoo commented, his hand ran through Chan's thick locks, taunting you with his free hands, and a growl ran low in your throat. “He’s just eating you right up. Tongue buried in your pussy…lips wet with your sweet syrup…he’s obsessed with you little Darling.”

You slightly glared back at Wonwoo, loathing the accuracy of his words, but the distraction Chan is causing made it difficult to manage. Your legs wrung on either side of your boyfriend’s head, chest alleviating the harsh breaths escaping your lungs and to your demise, and that only amused Wonwoo more.

“Chan, you can do better than that,” the pirate encouraged, now curling his hair between his fingers, “Let me help.”

Wonwoo’s fingers threaded through Chan’s bedhead now rougher, mercilessly, he pressed Chan’s face deeper into your warmth, your collective moans bouncing off the walls. Your fingers curled in anguish, the heat of Chan’s tongue so far inside of you made you madder than the local hatter. Wonwoo was more than satisfied by both of your responses and rewarded your boyfriend with a light stroke to his head, ebbing out the cute whines from the blonde.

“Don’t forget to look up, Chan.” Wonwoo pulled Chan’s head slightly back, lips still on you, now watching you with a mindless glow. Blown-out eyes stared back at you in hunger, the image of your malleable state burning into the very depth of his soul. “Take a good look at that face. Listen to her moans. Isn’t she the most darling of Darlings? Chan, you lucky dog.”

“I am lucky,” Chan mumbled, before running tired stripes up your slit, mesmerized by the slow drop of your swollen upper lips, drool falling out of the corner. Rounding out his mouth, suctioned to your entrance, and in doing so you only get louder, whinier, needier. “My love tastes so sweet in my mouth.”

Chan was too good of a listener and Wonwoo took full advantage. Per the pirate's instructions, Chan’s lips wrapped around your clit, the presence of his fingers claiming the spot of his tongue. They pushed in and out of you addictively, following the clench of your sopping cunt, and gushing out your scent that later drips down his forearm. How wet it was, how animalistic it looked, the melody of your voices joined together in sinful harmony brought shivers to Wonwoo’s spine. He couldn’t be more proud. It was like he was watching Chan’s congratulatory ceremony, the diploma being you coming apart before both the men’s eyes.

“I’m—Mmh—gonna cum…Chan please…”

“You heard her, Chan, make her dirty little cunt cum in your mouth…that’s it…just like that,” Wonwoo returns his attention to you, “Do it, little darling, defile his pretty little mouth. Make it that it's only your cum he tastes for weeks.”

The vulgar language pushed you to the edge, bucking your lips until you vibrate like a toy against Chan. Your voice resonates throughout the room. This put no stop to Chan letting it linger, fingers ramming inside you in slick friction as you gush in his mouth like candy. All the blonde does is chuckles, collecting your nectar in his mouth.

“Good boy, Chan,” Wonwoo complimented, “Now spit it in her mouth.”

Chan was quick on his feet, letting sweetness fall above from his lips into your mouth in crystal clear ribbons in a rough spat. He held a smile so wide and manic on his face, he was unrecognizable. You took every bit of it it, savoring you on his lips and tongue before Wonwoo commanded, “Again” and Chan’s back on your pussy for seconds.

You were already recovering from orgasm milliseconds before now you were going to take another. Chan got less timid over time, even spitting his findings back into you. His intoxicating chuckles played in your ears, flushing your skin, and if he ate you out like this every day of every hour, you would not complain.

Wonwoo, the director and mere spectator didn’t let himself get too involved, only palming his erection while he enjoyed the show. His hand would occasionally come back against Chan’s hair, leading him in the right direction, but when your third—oh was ít fourth—orgasm unfolded, he decided it was enough of an appetizer.

“Chan, be a gentleman and fuck her pretty cunt. I can tell she’s just dying for it.”

Chan got up to reconnect lips with you, “That true?” He asked, your climax coating your lips, “You want me to fuck your pretty, sopping pussy, love?”

You let out a guttural moan, tension building in your lower abdomen, “Mmh, yes, please. I need your cock in me…”

Wonwoo hummed a song of glee. “Oh, Little Darling’s got a mouth, huh? Let’s see how you can take him.”

They position you on your back, tits falling gracefully in the center of your chest as Chan’s slid his raw length up your wet slit. You whimpered seeing his size, desperate to have him inside you. When he gives you that pleasure, your head is thrown back into the pillow, the stretch of his cock throwing you for a loop. “Fuck, Chan…”

“You feel…fuck…you feel so…fuck…”

Chan fucked like how he talked, sweet and tender. Your thrill traveled up your entire body despite the many times you’ve finished, clenching around him with your legs joined to his hips. His pace gradually accelerated the moment his voice gravelly, biting his lips down, seeing pleasure contort your beautiful face into something even more devastatingly arousing. His cock was a perfect fit, fucking you like you were made for him and he almost forgets that Wonwoo is still here, watching so patiently. Almost.

“Wonwoo.”

At the call of his name, the pirate turned to Chan curiously, hand still over his pants. “Yes, pet?”

“I want your mouth on her pussy, now.”

“Chan,” Wonwoo exclaimed, wildly impressed.

“Do it before I change my mind, heathen.”

Wonwoo pulled himself up and into action. His hands pull his shirt over his head to avoid a mess, giving you a glimpse of the athleticism the pirate had etched into his also very beautiful, stunning body before he faced your groin, lips centimeters away from your round, glossy bud. “Miss Y/n.”

“Wonwoo,” You timidly greeted him between pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this, just as much as you’ll enjoy cumming a fifth time today.”

His long tongue slithers like a snake, dangling it closer to cock filled core before latching against your soft clit. Your eyes momentarily rolled to the back of your head before landing it back on Wonwoo, seeing the taut expression of a man that's off his leash. Kitten licks would simply not do in this case.

His hands held you still, eyelids half open to watch you practically melt upon him, “Perfect little clit…on a perfect little pussy…on a perfectly Darling girl.”

The pure tension in your body had hit you harder than expected. It threw your back to a perfect arch, balancing between a cock as perfect as Chan's thrusting inside you, while Wonwoo sucked on you like a lolly. The pirate’s hands traveled up your body, memorizing the shape of your warm tits. His tongue drew shapes against you, circling and spreading your moisture, while at the same time, you found him rolling your hard nipples between the pads of his fingers. 

“Shit, shit, shit…”

“Taking his cock so well, little Darling,” Wonwoo complimented in a husky voice, “Isn’t she, Chan?”

“She’s…taking me…perfectly,” Chan agreed in a breathless voice.

“You want him to fill you with his cum.” Wonwoo bit his lip, using one hand to squeeze your clit, swelling it up until you're practically screaming. “Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes watered, hot from the heat of–well everything–and only nodded before weakly yelping out a curt, “Yes.”

Chan could just feel how you pulse around him, knowing you weren’t lying. His eyes fell shut, ramming in you faster, harder, the slapping of your skin loud and clear of his efforts, he lets out a harsh groan, telling himself, he can take just a little more.

“Take it,” Wonwoo commanded, “Cum all over his cock before he decides to cum in you. It’s the least you can do.”

The pirate read Chan’s mind like an automated teleprompter, with a newfound gratitude for his friend.

“…Take my cum, Y/n,” Chan repeated with stolen breath, “take all of it.”

To no one’s surprise, their words led you to take another fat, harsh orgasm, bucking your hips. Chan followed suit. His cum came in waves with loud raspy groans, clutching your thighs until he coated you inside creamy white. His final thrust came sensationally deep, filling you to the brim. Full was an understatement.

A mixture of your climax seeped out from your cunt when Chan pulled out, your pretty pussy now gorgeously adorned with vicious nectar. Wonwoo seized the opportunity in a snap move. His mouth didn’t hesitate to take your sensitive pussy entirely in his mouth, sucking out every bit of cum left inside you, leaving only the sounds of squelching and his groaning at the delectable taste.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you couldn’t help but call out and Chan doesn’t even get a second to be mad at another man eating out his girlfriend. Instead, somehow he’s entranced at how quick Wonwoo was to clean up a mess he wasn’t even responsible for.

“Fuck,” Chan echoed, almost just as turned out by seeing Wonwoo eat up the cum as much as Chan was making it, leaving some unanswered questions to float in the charged air.

Once Wonwoo was finished, he crashed into your lips, feeding you the remnants left on his tongue. “A bidding gift.”

You blinked back in surprise, “You’re leaving?”

“I was only supposed to help your sex lives. I wasn't meant to join in, Little Darling.”

“But you’re here anyway.” Wonwoo's eyes flickered to the fairy, the last person he thought would protest. “You might as well finish what you started, pirate.”

“And you wouldn’t mind?” Wonwoo questions.

“As long as it's consensual. Plus…it’s not like your extra leg is going anywhere time soon.”

Wonwoo chortled at Chan’s innuendo, briefly looking down at the erection in his pants, still very angry and stiff, before nodding. “Alright then. Your turn to lead, pet.”

Wonwoo wore a condom in respect for Chan, exposing his size for the first time. Your eyes locked on Wonwoo’s cock like it was forbidden fruit, watching how it curled up to his stomach before he settled closer to you and Chan. 

Chan guided you back to him, bruising your lips in a method that was foreign until now. His teeth found your lips in a soft tug and you gasped as he pushed your naked body back on the bed, devouring your lips until he shifted you on top of him. The curve of his wet cock slapped back at your stomach, making you reminisce on how he had just felt inside you.

“So beautiful…You took my cock so well, now you’re gonna take it along with Wonwoo’s. You think your little pussy can fit in all the cock, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me please…”

He moaned at your desperation, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “Put it in for me then, love.”

You obeyed, finding his length, slathering arousal up and down, before sliding it inside you. The friction is momentarily more manageable, but it doesn’t stop your moans that inevitably fell out. He found the curve of your ass and bounced you on his lap. Your hands, once trapped in silk, were now roaming in his hair, smiling against his lips as you latched on to him.

Wonwoo steadied himself behind you, finding an opening. His hands settled against Chan’s and together they spread you evenly. Your pussy, already preoccupied with Chan’s presence, fluttered at him, like their version of a wink. “So pretty…God, both of you should see how Darling looks so good taking Chan’s pretty cock.

He inched closer, stroking up his length as he aligned it at your entry before easing himself between you and Chan. You dropped your jaw, the stretch of Wonwoo’s presence taking you by pleasant surprise, “Fuck, fuck…”

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo tested with a single thrust, then another, each followed up by your winces that melted into mellow moans. “Mmh, your cunt feels so much better imagined…You’re taking up like a champion, Little Darling.”

Your forehead kissed Chan’s, hands iron gripped on the bed frame, you savored the pleasurable ache between your legs as their thrusts fucked your insides at their own varying pace. You weren’t too comfortable with using obscenities yourself, but today your vocabulary was comparative to a sailor’s, pouring your heart and soul into every comprehendible word that left your lips, and at that moment, there weren’t many. 

Chan kissed your temple, praising you in a lethally soft voice. His hand slid down your back misted in sweat, clutching you harder against him. He rocked into you so hard, he had slipped out, taking only a second to slide it back in you, “So soaked for me,” escaping between his heavy breaths. You screamed chants of a deity that would never come, tears blurring your vision until they fell against your cheeks.

“Mmh, you’re taking us so good, my love…How is it? How’s two cocks fucking you full to the brink of insanity?”

Even Wonwoo was blown away by the fairy’s choice of words, but hey, this wasn’t the first time Chan has surprised him today and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. “She probably can’t think being so full, isn’t that right, little darling? Our cocks fucking you stupid yet?”

You only answered in incomprehensive sounds, too preoccupied with the familiar strike of arousal about to hit you as they sped up. Your eyes fully rolled back into your skull and Chan could only see white in them. If he didn’t know better, he’d be worried, but the smile on your face indicated you were just fine. “So cock drunk she can’t even answer. How cute.”

“Let’s put her out of her misery and make her cum again. She surely won’t mind.”

And you didn’t, the carnal visceral sensations of their cocks joined to stretch you open, their mind-numbing rhythm bottoming out of you like heaven, and they together blossomed your hardest orgasm yet. Your muscles contracted, doubling over Chan in aguish, ripping your voice loud enough for both of them to hear. He caresses the back of your head while Wonwoo is buried in you deep by meeting his chest to your back, his groans now audibly down directly in your ear.

Chan caressed your face, “Cum, yes like that, you’re so beautiful…How can someone like you so beautiful exist?”

You sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed at all angles but ultimately broke under the tender warmth of his words. God, how could you ever be so lucky.

“Take my cum again for me, my love, and I’ll take care of you long after you’re asleep.”

You nodded, embracing him weakly, and Chan held you dearly along with Wonwoo for the finale. Bursts of white colored you inside-out, and you take every drop until they’re both empty. Your body grew fatigued from what felt like hours together and your mind takes a break, deeply knocked out on Chan’s bed. Chan leaves for a second, coming back with warm towels, friendly handing one off to Wonwoo. “Here.”

The pirate looked at it like a foreign object before accepting, seeing Chan take his own towel and dragged it over your mess of pussy in hopes of cleaning you dry. “Thanks for the assist, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo smiled, copying as he does but with himself, “You’re welcome, I had fun. I hope you did too.”

Chan blushed, turning back to Wonwoo rather hesitantly. “Surprisingly, I did. Hope I can live up to that again for her.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to do you a favor sometime…in thanks.”

Wonwoo joined his side, smiling rather cheekily, “I can think of a few ways.”

“If it involves Y/n and you alone, forget it.”

“Actually,” Wonwoo’s hand stung on the patch of skin on Chan’s smooth back, a cool draft hitting the young fairy, “it involves both of you. I’d love to do this again, and again. Maybe exclusively?”

“Are you asking to…be a couple with us, Wonwoo?”

The pirate chuckled at Chan’s innocent phrasing before landing a chaste kiss on his cheek, earning a look of shock on the fairy’s face, and getting up, his flaccid cock hanging in the cold air as naturally as if it were caveman times. “Think on it, insect, and if you’ll need me, I’ll be in the shower. A wet towel will certainly not be enough to get me clean.”

Wonwoo trodded off to the restroom across from Chan’s room and he leaves the door wide open. Chan feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of his lungs, pondering the inexplicable words from another man he never imagined he would actually hesitate on and then there’s the sound of running water, following the low groan of Wonwoo reacting to its heat. Chan takes a deep exhale before deciding and it takes a total of two seconds for him to get up, walk through that bathroom door, and closed it behind him.

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[prettybrownelf]

Hi! Hope you having a great day, do you still taking request? If so can you do a smut Tsu'tey x Male reader (different species or Na'vi)? (if you comfortable with the smut and different species/Na'vi).

Where the male start to ignoring Tsu'tey (they are in relationship) and he find it weird because both of them always stick with one other but today got strange, Tsu'tey think the male reader having a bad day or just want to be alone.

After a few day, Tsu'tey got annoying because the reader keep ignoring him wherever he try to approach the Male but fail and don't even start with the sweet scent when the Male walks past Tsu'tey. The warrior didn't know what was wrong with his lover so he try to approach him but in different ways.

Tsu'tey follow the reader into the forest not letting the other male know. When both of them got far away, Tsu'tey watched M/n sat down the nearest tree and try to calm himself from the heat. Watching it for a while, Tsu'tey know what going on and wanted to help the reader to calming his heat down but he still mad at the M/n for not letting him know and they start "doing" it.

Until someone smell the sweet scent then saw both of them doing it, Tsu'tey isn't happy having someone saw his lover in a situation like this so he glare at them and telling them to go away.

(Having an aftercare would be nice, sorry for kinda cringe plot, there aren't many Tsu'tey x male reader and sorry for the bad grammar, English isn't my first language)

The Warriors Mate

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Tsu'tey x Male! Navi! Reader

Summary- Tsu'tey cant seem to figure out why his mate has been distant lately

Word Count- 779

Content Warnings- Slight A/B/O Dynamics, Praise, Smut, Slight Overstim, Aftercare

Tsu’tey was worried. 

He knew he shouldn't be, you were probably just having a bad day, but something inside him was telling him this was something more. This distant, cold, attitude of yours was clawing at his heart. The two of you have been inseparable for years, so this sudden change in your attitude of worrying to say the least. But a bad day is just a bad day right? You'll be back to normal by tomorrow. 

Except you aren't. For the next few days, you barely look at him. Always making up an excuse to get away from him, moving away when he tries to touch you. Tsu’tey’s worry turns into annoyance as the days go on. As far as he knows, nothing has happened to change your mood so drastically, so what would your reason be for brushing him off all the time? 

Tsu’tey tries everything to get close to you. Although the sickening sweet scent from you tries to distract him, he continues. Taking every chance to sit next to you, trying to play with your hair, all for you to push him away. 

After a few weeks, Tsu’tey gets fed up. He's angry, but not at you. He's angry at whatever has made you feel this way. He misses the loud, bubbly mate he's used to having. 

The second that night falls, his eyes don't leave you, watching as you sneak your way into the forests surrounding the tribe. Tsu’tey quietly follows you, hoping to be able to finally have a conversation with you. 

Instead, he's met with you hunched over in pain. Worry fills his chest as he looks for any sort of wound, only to find nothing. Sweat drips from your brow as you attempt to calm yourself down. The confusion in Tsu'tey’s mind finally leaves as he realizes what's wrong with you. 

Your head snaps to him as he makes his way towards you, although you're in too much pain to run away this time. 

“My love, are you ok?” Tsu’tey asks, crouching in front of you. All you can do is groan in pain as your mate tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “My love, why didn't you just tell me you were in heat? I could have helped you sooner.” You lean into his touch the second his hand is on you. “I'm sorry, I just didn't want to bother you.” Tsu’tey can't help but laugh as he helps you lay down, crawling over you. He places a small kiss on your forehead. “Dont worry love, it's my job to take care of you.” 

Tsu’tey’s kisses slowly travel down to your neck as you let yourself relax against the grass underneath you. The feeling of Tsu’teys hands on you feels like ice against your burning hot skin as he takes off your clothes. “Just relax, ok? I'll take care of you.” All you can do is nod as he runs his thumb against your cheek. Your body immediately bucks into his as he slowly begins to run his hand up and down your cock. You didn't even realize how hard you already were until he began. 

Moans and whines are all you can produce as Tsu’tey stops as fast as he started, positioning himself in line with you. The second he pushes into you, you're gripping onto him. Tsu’tey growls into your ear as he finally bottoms out, slowly beginning his thrusts as he whispers small praises in your ear. Your mind is completely blank as you focus on the overwhelming feeling of pleasure coursing through your body. His name falls off your tongue like a song as you try to keep up with him. 

The grin on Tsu’tey’s face sends you over the edge, making you see stars as he continues to get harsher and harsher. Overstimulation fills your body as you hear your mate moan above you. “Just a little while longer love.” A twig breaking in the distance makes Tsu’tey’s head snap up. His thrusts don't stop as he makes eye contact with another Na’vi. 

The Na’vi backs away quickly as he sees Tsu’tey’s glaring eyes. Tsu’tey continues his thrusts, listening to your panting moans underneath him as he finally finishes. 

He can feel how hard you are breathing under him as he looks down at you. Your fucked out expression makes him smile as he takes you in his arms, letting you curl up to him as he lays his back against a tree. His hand combs through your hair as you catch your breath. The small vibrating coming from your breath makes his heart swell as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

#avatar x male reader #male reader #x male reader #tsu'tey x male reader #bottom reader #bottom male reader

[bananafishdepression]

Sometimes I see people complaining about Ash and Eiji, saying how they are the definition of queerbait just because they don't do what you would normally expect a mlm couple to do

The thing about mlm ships is that they're too sexualised

You usually know the endgame when you see two boys having unexplainable sexual tension and it doesn't even take long to get them there, usualy by third chapter

Now, there are some good anime that potray healthy and normal mlm relationships, but people now mostly just read BL manhwa where relationships are mostly toxic or done for fanservice

And then fans like that decide to watch Banana Fish because someone told them they have a cute relationship (they usually ignore TWs but whatever) and decide to shit over them because they didn't even have a proper kiss like???

Do they need to fuck on screen to prove their love

Sometimes we forget that most of BL boys are young and sure, boys IRL do think about sex a lot but they also have feelings and want to love which most media doesn't show

Ash had trauma that could have been healed (maybe not comepletely, but enough to at least try and live a normal life) if he decided to live, but he didn't, and we can't just know what he would've done with Eiji if he went to Japan

Eiji is sweet and shy, we don't see much from his perspective, and we also don't really know much about him and why he was interested in Ash from the very beginning, you could describe it him being mysterious or it's just author's laziness lol (motives might be better explained in the manga where Eiji is a little more realistic to real boys)

And then you see those two just enjoying each other's presence and say YEAH THATS QUEERBAIT

???

When did it become unusual for two people to just enjoy having each other, it's not like you and your partner have this akward sexual tension moment every single second of your time lmao.

#idk what this is #or how to explain it #i just had to let it out #the point is #you dont have to fuck your bf to date him #or kiss him #you can date and thats just literally it #ash and eiji never dated because ash didnt live enough for that to happen #but you know they wouldve #and their relationship wouldve been so beautiful and they would care for each other sm #but ash is dead so none of that :( #banana fish #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #ash x eiji #gay #lgbt #banana fish the stage #bananafish #anime #manga #bfish #eislan

[not-poignant]

Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/ danmei) romances better than western MLM romances?

Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance?

Because I had no choice for many years.

Because that choice was taken away from me by a homophobic, transphobic, queerphobic, acephobic society. So all the romances I read had to be heterosexual, all the romances I watched had to be heterosexual, all the romances I heard of had to be heterosexual.

Because I'm not heterosexual.

Because I never saw myself represented in any stories ever, for over about 20 years (queer stuff existed, but where I was situated in Perth, Western Australia, meant that I was not seeing it).

Because I was force-fed allonormative, heteronormative, heterosexual tropes, bullshit, toxicity, misogyny, patriarchal culture, rape culture and more, and because everyone assumed that was normal, which made me feel isolated, marginalised, alone, and bereft, and cut me out of knowing what a life could look like for myself, and made relationships harder, when you don't have the words or stories to latch onto.

People like me couldn't even be erased out of the media, we hardly existed in the media, and if we did, almost never under our real identities, and almost always having to pretend to be something we weren't, for many people who hated us, or wished we were dead, or simply didn't care about us at all.

So, when I finally got a choice, I made a choice.

And I do not want to read heterosexual content anymore, unless it's queer (like T4T). The only place I actually willingly consume heterosexual romantic content these days is like 80s and 90s and early 00s romantic comedies. It's the only thing I allow through my filter, because so many of them have a really strong bent of hurt/comfort in them, and it's rare to find movies that have this in general.

But yeah otherwise het is just not a thing I look for in fiction. Literally a squick. Literally reminds me of 20 years of oppression in the mass media. It's not inherently bad, it just wasn't good for me personally, to never have a choice.

So I made one :D And my life has been so much better for it. I'm never going back.

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/ danmei) romances better than western MLM romances?

It's just better for me, anon! I find a lot of western published m/m (so not like m/m fanfiction which I still read) often feels stifled and too short for me, and the characterisation doesn't get as deep as I want it to get. I often can feel the rigidity of the novel structure on authors who are trying to rapid release, and the depth I'm looking for is rarely there. Sometimes that's what people want! Sometimes they don't know there's other options!

Sometimes that's true of some BL manga/manhua/manhwa etc. as well. Tbh it's probably true of a lot of it! Serial format doesn't always allow for depth either. But I find the visual format easier to read as well. If I reread western m/m it's almost always fanfiction. And tbh, I'm sure some amazing m/m was published last year, I just get tired of having to wade through it all to find something I like. It got to the point where I was reading like 60+ titles just to find one average read, and I gave up.

The recommendation systems for BL tend to be better and more on point for me, I find most people who recommend published m/m to me generally always miss the mark (which isn't their fault - I'm particular, there's a reason I write what I write - because I can't find it to read!!), but close friends like @morbidlizard who recommend BL to me almost always hit the mark!

I don't actually read much danmei, but mostly because I haven't had time to really sink my teeth into it. Aside from MXTX, I haven't explored much further.

But yeah, hope that helps! :D

#asks and answers #personal #can't even put inadvertent recs on this #honestly 'rapid release' was kind of the death of it being easy to find a lot of good #m/m fiction being published #it's still out there it's just way more 'needle in a haystack'-y than it used to be #also there's way more fandom tropes like hurt/comfort etc. in manhwa and manga in particular #so it speaks a language i prefer #like Define the Relationship has SO many moments of hurt/comfort #just over and over again #i find published novel-format m/m just really kind of misses the mark on this #and honestly i include my own stuff in that #the novel format isn't super friendly to it #compared to the serial format #i'm sure that's not true across the board #it's just true 'so far'

[lui-the-cute-snek]

I have so many thoughts about Noah/Mirage, but most of them revolve around how generally on cybertron same sex couples are a normal thing, but the action on earth takes place in 1990's, where being gay wasn't that widely accepted and stuff so Noah wouldn't have been too like familiar with it, I think he never really gave it much thought, because he was too busy trying to find a job and earn money for his brother, but he knew like general opinion of the public which wasn't too positive, so he probably wouldn't pick up on like Mirage's flirting and stuff because he's not that familiar with the mlm or stuff idk I just think this would is an interesting dynamic, and I think when Noah would finally get it he would panic and need some time to like reevaluate his relationship with Mirage and to what conclusion he'll come up with I will leave to you

Sorry if this is very incoherent, like I said I have many thoughts, and none of them want to be compressed into logical sentences

#if anyone wants to add anything to ny ramblings i would love to hear that! #rotb spoilers #transformers rise of the beasts #rotb mirage #rotb noah #and if i got anything wrong with American queer history sorry but i dont live there #maccadam #transformers #random snek shit #Transformers rotb #rise of the beasts

[orangepanic]

I'm probably going to regret this later.

I had a good friend say to me recently that she's not reading any more books by white men. Clearly she was looking for congratulations. Instead, all I could feel was sadness.

To me, the point of pushing for diversity and representation in media is exactly that. Diversity, and not just to put points on a scoreboard or get kudos from your socially-minded friends but because you actually care about broadening your mind. For too long, too few people's perspectives and experiences have been overrepresented in history and popular culture, which limits our thinking and perpetuates the kinds of marginalization and discrimination that hurt society as a whole. We need to actively, aggressively correct that. But to me that means a process that is additive, not subtractive.

Add books to your reading list by people from different backgrounds and cultures, or that center characters who aren't like you. And "aren't like you" should be broad. Read a different genre than you'd normally pick up. Read about somebody older or younger than you, someone whose brain works differently, or someone who grew up in a different part of the country, even if they might look like you on the outside. Do this, but don't only do this to the point that reading becomes a chore or a performative action, or to the point where you're now cutting out other perspectives entirely. I hear so many sad stories these days about how little people read, and I think part of that is because there's been a push for reading as a requirement, as education, and that only certain kinds of books are okay to read because they contribute to this goal. That's such crap. Read what you want because it is fun! But then also add to that experience with new, different books. You never know what else you might like (looking at you, native Hawaiian vampire story). Growing your reading pie isn't about "no more of this" but "yes, more of that."

And the same can be said for fandom. Fandom has always been as space for people to explore different kinds of characterizations and relationships that aren't heavily reflected in popular culture. That's largely why we have transformative works. But lately I see this almost puritanical push in fandom for everything to check certain boxes when the whole point of fandom and fan creations is to make shit up. Don't see enough hairy-chested mlm werewolves on screen? Draw your favs as hairy gay werewolves who kiss! And if you've never thought about your OTP as werewolves, be open-minded enough to explore it, or to read someone else exploring it just to see how it is and stretch your brain a bit. Maybe you'll like it, or learn about werewolves. Maybe you'll hate it. Either way, support each other.

And like the books, this process should be additive. Push yourself to be open to more ships and interpretations of characters and canon. Also, curate your fandom experience, and if you explore something and it isn't for you, that's okay. It's for somebody else. And the fact that it contains no werewolves doesn't make it wrong, or boring, or toxic, or anti-werewolf, or something you need to tell the creator not to make anymore because you want to be seen in online spaces as coming out against what is unpopular so that you, by reflection, will look popular. If you do this you're looking for the fandom equivalent of kudos for saying you'll never read a book by a white man, leaving everything from Neil Gaiman to Tolkien on the table and thinking that makes you look progressive instead of sad and small and like you're trying desperately to sit at the right table in middle school. In short, fandom isn't a zero sum game any more than reading is. And real diversity in fandom means adding in the content and perspectives and characters we're missing, both on and off-screen, (and not just the ones you like, but the ones you might not) as well as not weeding out the ones that we already have. We can have more together, not less.

#rant #will probably delete this #but arggh

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 2 of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For John and Jack:

So, they both are literal murders. One of them is a little bit more insane than the other. Okay, the little bit part is not right, totally insane that is John, yes. But gonna love him though. He had been in rehab for alcohol, drugs, sex and murder. Don't kiss him, he might be wearing poisoning lipstick. They are canon mlm. They had been stuck in a two week time loop for five years, which was like leading a married life for them. They didn't actually marry, but they were partners, both in business and sexually. They worked together for an time agency. Then Jack's memories of two years were erased and he left. He went into  independent self deployment, doing scams using his knowledge of future events. After that he build an alien hunting institute in Cardiff, Wales. When John and Jack see eachother again after years, you don't know whether they will they kiss or fight. They do both. Did I tell you that along this story Jack became an inmortal who can't stay dead? No matter how or how often he dies or is killed, he keeps coming back to life. This is all very scraping on the surface, but oh boy, would it be at least a novella to describe them.

They worked together in the Time Agency where they did horrible things to the extent where Jack had two years of his memory stolen so that he couldn’t know what he’d done. They were also in a time loop together for five years where they canonically thought of each other as the wife (John was a good wife :3), and were basically married. Then they had a divorce arc and they both separately went rogue from the Agency to become conmen, although they still worked together/clashed on occasions, always still with that spark of passion. “Frenemies with benefits” Jack called them once, although John preferred “my lover, my rival, my nemesis and destiny. And bane of my bloody life.” Canon finds us where Jack has tried to reform and be a better person, but John is still chasing cons, and all he wants to do is bring Jack back to the stars with him, back to the crime and the glitter of the galaxies (it doesn’t work and he shoves Jack off a building but Jack got himself immortal so he’s fine <3) anyway I am very normal about them xoxo

In John's introduction to the series he shows up on a roof where some guy is mugging someone, grabs him by the throat and dangles him over the edge of the building while this guy begs for his life before dropping him just because he felt like it. When John and Jack interact for the first time in the show there's a super cool guitar riff, very evil western vibes, they walk up to each other, look deeply into each other's eyes, make out, then start throwing punches to Blur's Song 2. In one of the audio dramas we're told about various times where these two conned people, stole a bunch of money and gold and gems and stuff, then had sex with whoever it is they conned before (sometimes) killing them. When Jack devided he was done and left John to die John escaped and married the queen of England (Victoria) then locked Jack up somewhere to take his life force and live forever, destroying the timeline in the process. John has tried to kill all of Jack's friends at least twice to have him all to himself. He found Jack's long lost brother and when the brother turned out to be a terrible person with a vendetta against Jack John did everything he could to save Jack. Their relationship is canon but very one-sided most of the time

just this video

For the Doctor and the Master:

Immortal genderfluid war criminals <333

So we all know the Master has killed plenty of people, but, despite their reputation, the Doctor has killed a more than average number too. Sure they undid the whole destroying their own planet thing, but that's still something the Doctor did. Also there's apparently a novelization out there where, when they were children, the Doctor killed one of their childhood bullies but then made a deal with Death so that the Master had the memory of it and became Death's champion, which is pretty messed up and murder husbandish. There are plenty more war crimes on the Doctor's hands, and the Master has killed countless people in a variety of creative ways. Also, I'm having trouble finding the quote, but I swear the Master once said something to the lines of "trying to kill the Doctor is just my flirting" or something similar. But I do know Missy (also the Master but female at the time) described their relationship as "older than your civilization and infinitely more complex". They love each other, they're constantly trying to destroy each other, they are the only friends they each have who can even begin to understand everything they've been through; they've known each other since childhood and they've watched (and helped) civilizations rise and fall together. They may not be who you first think of for murder spouses but they really are a beautiful example.

#doctor who #torchwood #the doctor #the master #jack harkness #john hart #losers bracket round 2

[verdantmeadows]

I've been meaning to post this for a bit, but, in the (live action) TV shows I often see in the background that my mom watches (shows like hospital shows, drama shows), the amount of interracial couples, even if the characters are very racially/ethnically diverse, is incredibly small. Not only that, but black characters usually end up with black characters, latine ones with latine ones, white ones with white ones, Asian ones with Asian ones....and honestly not much consideration for people who might not fit into those categories, but, if they are in the show, almost always with each other. If there is an interracial couple, it is usually of people with similar skin tones. Seeing a dark-skinned character with a light-skinned character is very rare. And this makes me so, so sad. Normalization of interracial couples has so far to go. As a kid, I truly thought it wasn't something most people cared about. But as I've grown older, I've learned that most families do care, whether on a small or large level, if their child is in an interracial relationship. Much of many societies do. Within any group or community of any race/ethnicity, it is almost always generally frowned upon or completely acceptable to make jokes about those or directly to those in interracial relationships.

In my experience with ("Western") cartoons, interracial couples are far more common, although still not as common as I think they should or could be. But I am very happy about every year they get more prominent. I do not usually watch live action TV shows, so I don't have as much experience with them, but I think it's often common for cartoons to be more recognizably diverse in their characters, ranging from things like sexuality, gender identity, disability, race/ethnicity, and more (although this still is far from where it should and could be).

That's just a really long amount of text to preface a relationship that means a lot to me that has come about recently, and is canon. In Fionna and Cake, we see a gay M/M couple, which is incredibly rare in cartoons (and if it does occur, usually only happens between gay dads, for meaningless background characters, or is immediately sidelined—I can only think of one gay M/M couple in "Western" cartoons that isn't the first two and is then immediately sidelined). Gay men (as in all MLM) are incredibly underrepresented in cartoons (and in general). All forms of queer people are, but gay men are noticeably represented less in comparison to other queer people, especially in cartoons.

Not only are they a gay M/M couple, they are also an interracial couple and one with a very visible difference with their skin tones. Marshall Lee is inarguably a black person, and Gary is presumably a white person. And their relationship is so, so cute and healing. They are truly loving towards each other. They are supportive. They are incredibly relevant to the plot, not sidelined, and are given their time to shine. We get to see a visible, gay male, interracial couple. One of them is even likely bisexual, and the other commonly and easily relatable to autistic people. They are an on-screen couple. They are relevant. This is the first time the part of me that's MLM has actually felt and been represented in a cartoon that didn't make me feel belittled or frustrated. I'm so, so happy from this.

I have seen very few people talk about how genuinely revolutionary this relationship is for the representation of queer men and queer men of color as well as for interracial and interracial queer relationships. In fact, I've seen many QUEER people be frustrated or upset by it, feeling as if it takes away from other queer people and queer relationships in the particular show/series, which is disheartening.

However, rather than focus on the negatives (although I think it's important to examine why those might come about), I want to focus on the positives. This is genuinely such an amazing push in representation on so many levels that we have. And I am so, so happy about it. I can't even express it in words. I hope that there are other people out there who realize just how big of a deal their relationship was. I am genuinely astounded by it. I don't have much more to say, so I'll just end this post with an image of them.

#book of kells #fionna and cake #gumlee #garylee #marshall lee abadeer #marshall lee #gary prince #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #interracial love #lgbtq #queer representation #poc representation #<- dont like the phrasing of that but that's what the popular tag is :/ #gay men #gay representation #mlm representation #mlm

[avidmimicry]

Never has "Man Suang" been marketed as anything other than a cultural/period film. While the main actors became famous through another genre (which they're actively trying to change for the better), it's sad how some people ignore the official promotion and assume there's going to be elements of anything else. Criticizing the film as not having enough of "ABC" (ex. explicit romance) when there wasn't any focus on that in the first place is very insulting to the actors and their message. The fetishization of queer media in Asia needs to stop. Limiting a fictional work and artists to MLM/WLW categories, etc. does more harm if there's no focus on it to begin with.

Apo: I think the key is that you must not see it as a BL film. Mile: Otherwise, your imagination will be ruined or limited since the beginning. Apo: I always tell myself that it's not normal to classify WLW, MLM, or whatever. [...] If we see it naturally, anything is possible. People living together would want to develop their relationships. I see it as a couple wanting to develop their relationship. That's why Kinn and Porsche happened. It's not just who Kinn and Porsche are, or who the other characters are. [...] Mile: [mentions having watched "Brokeback Mountain" and "Bangkok Love Story" as a youth and as an adult] "So, I got some ideas (assumptions). If you have your own judgement before seeing the film, you might lose out on some valuable content. Apo: Well, if we're being honest, I think most people still don't accept BL. It's about generations. People in the past, like the ones in "Man Suang"--Khem, for example, loves being himself. He believes in himself. However, at the time, he was just a commoner. He couldn't express his thoughts freely. He couldn't be what he wanted to be. He couldn't come out. When the generation is changing and people are trying to understand, BL is one of the things they're trying to understand. But when it's called BL, the acceptance is [...] limited. Host: It's only limited to just BL or Yaoi. Apo: Let's say we don't know what the genre is. We'll just watch it. We'll just enjoy it. You mustn't categorize. Source: https://youtu.be/bsIlgwwGJec?si=tC8-Fnhiy4k6X_f7

#man suang #แมนสรวง #apo nattawin #mile phakphum #mileapo #kinnporshe the series #bl series #queer media #thai bl #don't even get me started

[artpo]

Another amazing interview!

Their views on BL align with mine sm. They perfectly summarized how I feel 🤌🏻

M: "I don't want a BL series to be one of the film genres. Actually, there's than that in the world. By saying it's a BL film, you create your own expectations. It changes what you expect from the film."

A: "I always tell myself that it's not normal to classify - WLW, MLM, whatever. It is not normal. If we see it naturally, anything is possible. People living together would want to develop their relationships. I see it as a couple wanting to develop their relationship. [...] Every step I take, I don't judge if it's weird or not."

Their views in general are so mature, passionate, well-articulated! I could listen to them talk for hours.

Them being so introspective and mindful in the way they go about their work, their art just makes me respect them even more. (And it also makes them even more attractive ngl.)

We choose amazing people to stan 💚💛

#apo nattawin #mile phakphum #man suang #mileapo #Youtube

[tales-from-syscord]

Jeez sometimes I wish the normalization wasn’t 100% total source separation = everyone and anyone’s goal, ever, sometimes, especially since it seems so unfair who gets targeted with it. I’ve been in servers where I specifically was told to go by another name, not talk about source stuff, etc, because of my own identity. I get people being uncomfortable around me at times but when even ex friends were being all “who invited J” “Who let J fill out that quiz?” “Haha, why is she here?”

A lot of people also got VERY weird when I wanted to talk about my boyfriend by name, because of source implications again! I don’t know how they always spew the same “introject aren’t their source” (which is super complicated for us since,, I am but I’m also very much not? Dunno.) and yet when I’m dating another introject from the same source and I talk about how much I love the man, suddenly I’m basically a proshipper because I’m evil and he’s “canon gay” (he’s bi.)

I wish people would just! Decide what they believe? Certain introjects are treated super unfairly and people really seem to forget they’ve been preaching that introjects aren’t their source when it comes to an introject commonly thought to be exclusively mlm dating a woman or similar,

Be normal about people’s relationships pleaseeeee

.

#low spoons no commentary #tales from syscord #tales from anon #tales from the queue #source #introject #introjects #fictive #fictives #factive #factives #fictroject #factroject #source seperation #did #anti endo #c did #discord #community #endos dni #endo dni #osdd #normalization

[gg-selvish]

recovering from parasocialism, the ideal of a faceless man, and a heaping tablespoon of comphet within lesbianism

my name is tender, and i'm a multishipper who writes self-indulgence. as of december 31st i will have been posting fic for dteam-adjacent for three years with very few breaks, and a lot has happened in that time. i've been harassed and cancelled multiple times, chased into priv twitter, and now my last remaining public account is starting to get swarmed over something recent that i believe is a pretty simple misunderstanding that i would like to clear up. i've been alluding to it vaguely and it's partially my fault because my word choice implied things about the timeline that lead people to draw negative conclusions about me. but we're gonna fix that now.

dream is my least favourite member of dtk, but in the beginning he was my #1 favourite. i went corpse -> dream -> dnf -> george -> knf for my favourite ccs and i feel like it's pretty normal for stuff like that to switch around, but the way dream and i were previously attached and the way that attachment broke was pretty interesting but i also don't think it was that unfathomable. and firstly, for people who won't extend this post: it had nothing to do with the drituation. i say 'about a year ago / over a year ago' and people's minds go to the drituation / drexit but it wasn't that for me that broke my parasocialism to dream, it was the face reveal itself.

i am a lesbian and i've been a lesbian for a long time. i also love mlm content as evidenced by the fic i read and write and that's also always been an aspect of my life to the point where in my formative years i identified as an mlm trans man because i didn't want to get called a fujoshi. but i don't like men and i know that now. however, i have a nasty, nasty case of comphet. unattainable men to me are a safe and comfortable way to explore attachment to men because in my life i've never really had a positive experience of being friends with or dating a man. early dtk was like a pipedream to me and i think that's why i got so deep into it. discord podcasts and alt streams felt like private calls with friends and they were men in a distant and safe way so i was excited to feel apart of that (partially due to my own genderfuckery and gender envy but that's not what this about).

dream especially. it was dangerously easy to get into dream in 2020/2021 because he was so equally parasocial it fed into a relationship that felt like equivalent exchange and i got deep in it. self-ship daydreams and fantasies i turned into fic and basically dating this idealized faceless man in my head for a year and a half or some shit because he made me feel so safe and comfortable the way he makes a lot of people feel.

but i was scared of the face reveal always. when it comes to me developping comphet attachment i usually am introduced to the man as himself, and determine whether i like him or not and then either cling or drop. like george was genetically engineered in a lab for me to fixate on, same with karl, but dream in his faceless and parasocial era was another fucking level. and i fucking dreaded the face reveal because i knew the second i saw his face the magic would break and i would realize he's a man and that would make me uncomfortable.

dream has said before that 'dream' the persona can be gender neutral, any gender, anyone, and i really believe that. faceless dream was this magical and perfect person who i really loved deeply and found so much comfort in. and with the other male ccs it was easy to remind myself 'be careful, these are men', but dream didn't feel like a man, he felt like a soft voice who was there for me and a character i enjoyed exploring in fic.

the way i got into this fandom was also different, i was never in it for the content. i wasn't really watching streams or vods, i got into it via a heat waves tiktok, binged fic, and lived off of clips, youtube videos, highlight reals, and fan content. that's just how i approach most fandom spaces. hell, when i was into voltron i watched the first 3 seasons, got bored, and read a shitton of klance fic with my scraps of lore and was perfectly content. i have never indulged in fandom including rpf fandom for the people creating the source, i love the fan content and the easy to digest stuff. i don't really watch movies or tv shows, i read books or write stories or watch longer youtube videos.

so we're building up to the face reveal. everyone's so hyped and i'm excited too but i'm also bracing myself because i know my heart's gonna break and it's out of everyone's control and i just didn't talk about it because it was weird and might kill the vibe. the face reveal happened. i saw him. i processed him in my head as 'this man is dream', and my heart broke a bit.

dream has always been handsome, he's still kind and smart and the least funny of his friends. nothing about him changed besides my perception of him. but that's the point i'm trying to make with this: parasocial relationships can snap like a twig in a very one-sided way. but in this case it was a bit equal again just like our dynamic before. because as i was recovering from the face reveal and meetup vlog and sad about this 'break up' i was going through that was so stupid in my head (i literally looped a taylor swift song about it it was a break up.) the drituation hit and i was really turned around. my deep love for dream was gone already, i just had lingering fondness and empathy, and then the allegations scared me really badly. i absorbed the evidence and believed dream was likely innocent but i decided that between my loss of parasocial attachment and this new grey-area of morality i was just going to distance myself. not to mention by this time it was late 2022 and i had been harrassed and cancelled by dream stans more times than i can remember so i was pretty comfortable moving away from dream.

then he made himself smaller, and wasn't really around much. it was easy to get over a lot of the parasocial feelings because he didn't really give it back anymore, so then the interest just wasn't there. and there was so much constant negativity i just didn't want to be involved. but even after all of this and wasn't really into him as a content creator i have never stopped having empathy for him. dream is a human being and i think both stans and antis forget that because i've always been displeased with what i've seen on both sides and aligned myself with neutrality. but the internet doesn't really seem to allow for that, so antis think i'm a stan and stans think i'm an anti. and most people just hate me in general. do you see why it's hard for me to be here? and it's not anything dream has done so i don't hold anything against him. we just broke up. i've never said 'i hate dream' or even really 'i don't like dream' i just don't really care about his content anymore and that's, like, super normal.

but why do i write about him? well, as i prefaced this and as is in my pinned post, i don't write fanfiction the way other people do. i write self-indulgence that's chock full of projection and weird niche stuff and heavy themes. and most people don't like my fic, but the readers i have love it and give me a lot of positive feedback, so with my passion for the hobby of writing, my familiarity with the dnkn dynamics i have established in my 'cinematic universe', and positive feedback for creating only art i want to create instead of clinging to realism and making sure no one's feelings are hurt, i just make art that makes me happy. sure, if i need a bad guy it's been dream a lot, but it's also been george and karl. my comment about doing him dirty in fic was fucking. starting hush hush with a dnf break up and having knf fuck in his bed in a college au. it was so not that serious and it bothers me people assumed i was writing harmful content to take out some weird hateboner on a guy i used to love. that's not me, dude, i'm 26 years old. if i don't like someone it's easy for me to drop them. when supermega was outted as shittheads i dropped them after being a fan for years, it is a perfectly viable option for me and i didn't deem it necessary for this case.

in the end, i'm not exactly sure why people are so angry dream's my #4. he's still there, just lower on the tier list. i didn't get shit when i actively disliked sapnap in the early days, but now that i'm neutral on dream it's the end of the world? and to resolve this i'm getting harassed more by dream stans insulting my new #1? in what world would that get me to do what u want, be it liking dream or disliking karl, or not longer writing. i'll reiterate again: i am 26 and write self-indulgence for myself and my readers. i've done this for a long time and i'd really like to continue if that's okay. if you think i'm dragging dream's character through the mud and beating him with a baseball bat in my fic i really encourage you to look at the fic i've written about dream. even when i lost interest in him my fondness and empathy has always been there. i've written a lot of really lovely things about dream recently, and even when i put him through hardships it was just a story, there was no ill intent towards the real person.

and most of all: dream doesn't care how i feel about him, why do you?

#don't piss me off on a website with no character limit #thonking #txt #drituation mention //

[prettybrownelf]

(Goth anon) Ok ok, so, bit of a negative one but my headcanon is that Hydra probably pumped Bucky with enough drugs to make him incapable of getting hard during his time as the WS, so once he's free and recovering, poor guy is dealing with a case of erectile dysfunction. So the piercing thing is basically "Hydra broke my dick, so I'm reclaiming it by getting it pierced" (I personally have a preference for frenum piercings 👀). Kinda why I like to headcanon him as a bottom too, since prostate stimulation is good for ED. Just, Bucky having a complicated relationship with his own body and sexuality and finding ways to reclaim them without it being a Perfect Sex Life is very dear to me :)

a/n- this was so fun to write, i hope you enjoy!

The Record Store Clerk

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Punk! Bucky Barnes x Punk! Male! Reader

Summary- Bucky has fallen in love with the clerk at the local record store, admiring his self expression, and decides to try some self expression for himself

Word Count- 1574

Content Warnings- Praise, Erectile Dysfunction, Genital Piercings, Bottom Bucky, Top Reader, Bucky Is Insecure, Aftercare, Rough Sex

Bucky doesn't own a record player, he never has. 

Yet every day, he finds himself in a cramped record store just to talk to you, though this time it's a bit different. 

The last conversation he had with you was a month ago, which was much longer than he had hoped. 

“Why are you so interested in my piercings today?” You asked, smiling brightly as you played with the cigarette in your hand. Bucky fails to hide the cheesy grin forming on his face. “I was used as a super soldier for seventy years (Y/n), this is all new to me! Why do you think I like hearing about the music you find so much?” You nearly choke on cigarette smoke as you chuckle at him. “I thought you were gonna pass out the first time you heard ‘Fear of The Dark.” Bucky rolls his eyes as he relaxes into the brick behind him. “Can I go back to asking about the metal in your face now?” You nod as you take another drag. “Why do you have them? I mean, I understand they look cool, but is there some sort of point to you having them?” 

It takes you a moment for you to answer. “I think of them as a form of self-reclaiming. I was always told how to be when I was growing up, ya know? I couldn't be gay, I couldn't dress the way I wanted, and I couldn't listen to what I wanted. When I was finally on my own I decided I would do anything to express myself, which just so happened to include getting a shit ton of piercings, tattoos, and wearing only black.” 

Your words echoed in Bucky's mind as he immediately ran to a piercing shop after your conversation. He struggled to google piercings till he finally found the right one, a piercing for self-reclamation. 

And now here he is, trying to keep his breathing in check as he walks up to the counter. Your normal smiling face greets him, dark makeup on your face as usual. “Hey, Buck! What's up? It's been forever since I saw you.” “I know, sorry about that, I was recovering.” Worry immediately pants your face. “Recovering? From what?” Bucky gives a playful grin. “A piercing.” The worry on your face is immediately taken over by a child-like glee. “A piercing? Where?” Bucky gives a small point downwards as you nearly choke. “Buck! Your first piercing? There? Why?” “It's not exactly the most safe-for-work explanation. Maybe we can talk about it tonight?” 

“My my, are you asking me on a date?” A blush forms on Bucky's face as he tries to keep himself together. “Not exactly a full-on date, just a night together at my apartment.” Bucky watches you throw your head behind yourself to look at the clock. “I get off in fifteen.” Bucky nods as he leaves, waiting outside as he desperately tries to calm his nerves. 

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Time moves faster than Bucky realizes when he notices he's opening the front door of his apartment. Your presence behind him does nothing to calm his nerves as he opens the door, praying all the cleaning he had done that morning was enough. 

“Wow, you really are getting into the new century huh?” You laugh as you look around at Bucky's apartment. To you, it looked like the bedroom of a fourteen-year-old boy who's constantly discovering new things he's interested in, but to Bucky, it just symbolizes his entrance into this new, exciting century. “Don't make fun of me, this world is brand new to me.” The adorable smile on your face melts Bucky into a puddle as you turn to look at him. “Bucky, I would never make fun of you.” 

Your eyes gaze around till they finally land on the bedroom door. “Buck, did you invite me here to talk or something else?” Heat rises to Bucky's face as he gulps down the fear in his throat. “I mean I did want to tell you about my piercing, but I guess I was sorta thinking the conversation might lead to…stuff.” The way you smirk at him only builds fear inside him. You're his friend, you're not gonna make fun of him because his dick doesn't work, right?

“Well, then tell me about your piercing.” You say, leaning against the kitchen counter. Bucky takes a deep breath as he tries to calm his nerves before he speaks. “You know I'm a ‘super soldier' right? Well, to become a super soldier they would pump me full of different shit, and at some point, it sorta ruined my dick.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Ruined your dick?” “Yeah, erectile dysfunction. I guess I was kinda worried about trying to do stuff with you because of that.” Instead of the reaction of disgust, Bucky was expecting, you simply give him the same smile he's come to love as you take his hand. “Why would I care about any of that Buck? Besides,” You pull him closer to your face as you lean over to whisper into his ear. “I'm gonna be the one on top.” Bucky can feel himself sweating against his ripped-up black jeans as he lets you lead him to his room. “Whatever you need, we can do.” Bucky nods as he watches you throw your shirt off, his eyes lingering on your nipple piercings for a bit longer than he should have. 

Although hesitant, Bucky takes his leather jacket off, being careful with the spikes on the side as he slides his shirt off. He jumps a little bit as he sees you standing in front of him. “Do you have lube? And a condom?” Bucky nods quickly as he ruffles through one of his drawers. “Here you go.” You take it with a devious grin. “Lay down, pretty boy.” Bucky immediately obeys, messing around with his belt as you climb over him. Bucky can't help the way his mind turns to mush as he watches you remove your belt, sliding your pants off and throwing them next to his own. 

Your hands are cold when they slide up Bucky's thighs, a small whine already leaving his throat as you remove your hands, pouring lube on your fingers. “You gonna be good for me, handsome?” Bucky nods feverishly, unable to get words out of his mouth. The second you stick your first finger in, Bucky doesn't feel pleasure, just the cold feeling of your skin as he desperately tries to find the feeling he's heard others talk about. As if you could read his mind, your hand slides up to his shaft, slowly stroking his cock, being careful not to touch his piercing. “Relax Bucky, take all the time you need.” Bucky allows himself to relax against the bed as you continue your motions. 

The slow pace you're moving at slowly begins to spark something in Bucky's stomach. He hesitantly begins to buck his hips along with your thrusts, earning praise from you. “There you go, pretty boy.” “(Y/n),” He moans, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Yes?” He whines as he thrust into your finger. “Please fuck me.” You smirk at him as you remove your hands. “Are you sure you're ready, baby?” Bucky nods as moves his legs up to give you access to him. You happily take him by the hip with one hand as you lather your cock in lube. “I'm gonna go slow for you, then ill fuck your brains out, ok baby?” Bucky nods as you lean over him, slowly pushing into him. 

Pleasure begins to build in Bucky's body as you bottom out, groaning at the feeling of him around you. “God you feel fucking amazing.” Bucky immediately moans your name as you snap your hips, hoisting his leg over your shoulder so you can reach deeper. Bucky nearly screams as you roughly move your hips against his. “See pretty boy? You can do this.” Bucky's mind is completely blank as he feels himself getting close. You seemingly can feel him twitching as your other hand reaches down to play with his piercing. 

Bucky immediately cums, feeling it land on his lower stomach as you continue your thrusts. “Good job! You're being so good for me!” The praise travels right back down to Bucky's cock as he grips the sheets under him. The moans from you are doing nothing to stop his arousal as he desperately tries to get words out. Instead of words, you get jumbled out moans and whines and begs from Bucky as you feel yourself getting closer. Your hand immediately goes back to his cock. “You wanna cum with me, pretty boy.” Bucky nods vigorously as you try to keep yourself from falling onto him. The second you cum, Bucky does too, screaming your name as you hold your hips against his. 

As breath reenters Bucky's lungs, he doesn't even notice you going into the bathroom to get a wet rag for him. The cold feeling helps his body relax as you clean him up. Bucky stares up at the ceiling as you crawl into bed with him. Your hands find his hair, letting him cuddle up against you as you pull the blanket over your naked bodies. “You ok baby?” Bucky nods with a soft smile. “Yeah, just tired.” Your chuckle is the last thing he hears as he falls asleep in your arms.

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