come here right now | mydei x afab!reader x phainon
NSFW, MDNI (18+ ONLY), smut, 5k wc because stress is a viable motivator to wanna be pressed between these two, threesome, no pronouns used, (gonna apologise in advance for the warnings): p in v, cum-eating, not protected, cunnilingus, blowjob, throat-fucking, breastplay, sex with no plot and mildly concealed feelings, they get a little possessive at the end, multiple rounds. this is just filth. half-edited because i didn't want to confront this fic face-on.
Your feet dragged heavily along the pristine floors of the bathhouse as fatigue clawed at your conscience.
You could never rest peacefully while the grime of the day still clung to your figure. The sweat that gathered while you were training in the courtyards and running through the streets of Okhema, just to complete your duties- the idea of sleeping with dirt under your fingernails was far from ideal. So, while you were struggling to keep your eyes open, this trip was much needed.
Good thing is that the hour was late, so there wouldn't be a rowdy crowd at the baths.
As you approach the baths designated for the Chrysos Heirs, you can faintly hear the sound of bickering echoing through the walls, the mature voice of two men slightly shocking you. You knew them well- what were Phainon and Mydei doing at this hour?
Shouldn't they be resting?
You approach them with beneign footsteps, but Phainon notices you regardless, sitting up straighter at your entrance.
"Comrade!" He calls you over. The two of them were sat at a little corner, with Phainon on one edge and Mydei at the other, both of them eyeing you.
You certainly feel more awake now. "Lord Phainon, Lord Mydei, what are you doing?"
"What, is it a crime to enjoy a good soak in the baths?"
You set down your towel cautiously. "At this hour, perhaps it is a little preposterous. Am I interrupting?"
"No, not at all, Mydei and I were just chatting!"
"If you call us preposterous, then we could ask the same thing," the unimpressed voice of the Kremnoan grumbles. "Why are you here so late?"
You rub the back of your neck, "I just finished my tasks for the night and came for a quick wash before going to sleep."
"Working? This late? Aren't you tired?"
"A little, but it's fine."
"Join us," Phainon invites, shuffling over to make room between him and Mydei.
Why so intimate? There was tons of space along the other edges of the bath. Still, who are you to deny?
You shed your layers to reveal your bath-appropriate attire before gingerly stepping in, careful not to slip and crash into ceramic tiles. When you finally submerge under the warm water, you finally exhale a breath of relief, the stress of the day flowing out of you as you lean back, head relaxing over the ledge.
Unbeknownst to you, the two men watch you keenly.
"What were you guys talking about before I interrupted?" You ask.
"Oh, nothing of importance, just rambles about the day," Phainon answers and Mydei hums in agreement.
The three of you begin idly chatting, the water successfully soothing the toil of the day away, soaking through the light fabrics of your attire, clinging to your figure when you stand up to get your soap. The outline of your hips, thighs, there was nothing left to the imagination.
The baths were never the most modest place, being comfortable in publicly showing your body was normal here, and the Chrysos Baths was the most private place for the three of you. (Yet, Phainon and Mydei try not to stare too long as you lather soap all over your skin, before splashing warm water on yourself to get it off.)
"I think I'm getting too accustomed to the baths. I don't feel its relaxing power anymore," you lament, taking Phainon's hand as he helps you back in the water.
"The endless tasks of a Chrysos Heir in Okhema, it never seems to stop."
You nod, muttering, "I just want a break."
"Out of all of us, you might need it the most," Mydei comments and it has you snapping your head to look at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
The Deliverer speaks up for his comrade. "Well, just thinking about how you're always running around, always taking on more than what you should-"
"-Can't you say the same about yourself, Lord Phainon? We all shoulder a heavy burden," you cup the water and watch it flow from your hands, glancing at Mydei from the corner of your eye. "These are simply sacrifices we need to make, unfortunately."
The blond grumbles, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Except you go overboard, while the Deliverer here may not understand self-preservation, you willingly bite off more than you can chew."
"You may be right," you sigh, suddenly feeling the weight on your back, "but what can I do? I'm doing what needs to be done. These refugees need a home, we need to record all of them, and the letters- I can't let Okhema lose her humanity, because once these tasks are forgotten about, if we shun these people away, then we are no crueller than the black tide."
"What a crazy era we've inherited," Phainon mindlessly comments and you hum, staring at your wrinkling fingers.
Before you could say something about how late it was getting, about how the three of you should try get some shut-eye before another hectic day, Phainon says something that has you almost choking on your own saliva.
"If you're looking for a new way to relax… how about we help out?"
You're not an idiot. Tired, maybe, but you understand the innuendo behind their words, so much so, that your heart thumps wildly against your ribcage. "W-We?" You ask, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"We," the crown prince confirms.
Glancing between them, you're blinking rapidly, trying to see if this was a joke, but there's sincerity in their eyes, as well as something more… primal… darker, it has you clenching your thighs unwillingly.
It was not like you didn't desire them- Titans, that is the furthest thing from the truth. Who in Okhema didn't want Phainon or Mydei, two of the most beloved bachelors?
The first day you met them, you had to physically gulp down your want and keep your gawking to a minimum. Both men were so… gorgeous, and intimidatingly handsome, and now you're positive you're going crazy because how can they so willingly offer themselves up like this?
Your thighs squeeze together and you feel your gut twisting under their intense gaze, waiting impatiently for your answer.
"O-Okay."
In an instant, you were sweeped out of the water and carried back to your room like a ragdoll, Mydei tucking you close to his chest while Phainon carefreely grabbed all of your possessions.
When your door closed behind you, they were all over you in an instant, as if they had been waiting for this moment for ages. Phainon stealing your breath away, nipping at your bottom lip, licking into the cavern of your mouth as Mydei laves his tongue all over your neck, nibbling and biting where he can. Your hand tangles in Mydei's hair, keeping him against your skin as your other cradled Phainon's cheek, trying to tame the excitement that was practically tangible.
Phainon's moaning into your mouth, like he's enjoying devouring you while swapping spit so filthily that it dribbles out from the corner of your mouth. Mydei paws at your clothed breasts, large hands groping what they can while he sucks hickeys into the flesh of your neck.
When you moan at a particularly hard squeeze, Phainon drinks it up as Mydei kisses his way up your chest. Next thing you know, it's Mydei you're kissing, and Phainon is now leaving marks on the other side of your shoulders, as if competing against the marks and bites his rival left behind.
Mydei is less frenzied, taking his time as your noses bump against each other, and when he parts, there is a string of saliva connecting the two of your lips.
"So good for us," the crown prince murmurs appreciatively. "Have you been wanting us this whole time?"
You feel heat rush to your face, looking away. Phainon laughs, resting his cheek against your bare shoulder as he looks at you with blue eyes that glisten with excitement. "If it's any consolation, we've wanted you too."
"The Deliverer especially."
"Hey! Don't act like you weren't the one who-"
"-You're gonna bicker right now?" You murmur exasperatedly, and they both shut up. "If you're gonna be at each other's throat might as well put your mouths to good use."
Mydei smiles a handsomely wicked grin, reminiscient of his face before a fight. "Such rebellious words. I'd be careful before assuming you can keep up with us."
"Try me."
Next thing you know, you're being led to the edge of your bed where you sit down, the water that still clung to your clothes and skin dampening your mattress.
Not that you care. Water will be the least of your worries in the morning.
You tease the straps of your bathing gown, tempting them by pulling off one side and letting it hand as the other hangs on, still damp and pressed right into your skin. They stare expectantly and helplessly, and from your height, you can see the outline of their half-erect members.
It makes saliva pool in your mouth.
"Help me out of this gown already," you command.
They share a look, passing a conclusion that you can't hear.
"Hope you won't miss it," Mydei murmurs under his breath before two, veiny hands tear the lightweight bathing gown apart, ripped apart in the blink of an eye.
You gasp before the shock settles, amused by the coolness that hits your exposed torso. "Seems like you've been wanting to do that for a while now, huh?"
Phainon chuckles and the blond rolls his eyes. "Makes us even for how many times I see you gawking at me when I spar with the Deliverer."
"Hey, that's differen- mmgh!" You tilt your head back when Mydei's mouth connects with your breast, mouth covering the nipple as his tongue laves at it, like a lollipop as he flicks the bud with the muscle.
Your hand goes up to tangle in his hair, gripping a little too hard as you lean back on your free hand, trying to deal with the onslaught of pleasure as he suckles.
"You're so pretty, wanna have a taste so bad," Phainon lowers himself to his knees as his hands pathetically try to paw your thighs apart. While he could easily just force them open, he still pleads, fingers digging into your flesh as he pleads for permission.
He doesn't even need to beg, you're happy to spread your legs for him any time, but you don't want to let him know that. Not yet, at least.
Mydei even stops his ministrations to look at his fellow warrior in arms.
"Do you deserve it?" You ask, carding your other hand through his hair and he whimpers, and you feel his nails protrude your skin.
"I'll be so good, I'll make you cum, prep you nice and slow, so please?"
A small laugh slips past your lips and you nod. Phainon eagerly pulls your ass to the edge of the bed, prying open your thighs with a hungry look in his eyes, your glistening pussy on display and ready for him. He hooks his elbows underneath your knees and lifts you up, partially using his shoulders for assistance as he stares shamelessly at your core, admiring with this awestruck look.
He leans in for the first taste and moans, loud, so loud that it has Mydei snickering as he slots himself behind you and pulls you in to his hot, sturdy chest, arms coming to wrap around your torso as the two of you watch the overenthusiastic Deliverer feast. His nose bumps into your clit as he licks broad stripes up your slit, collecting all the evidence of your arousal like it's his duty, before lapping you up again.
"You're so sweet," he hums against you appreciatively.
Like a lifeline, you cling to Mydei's strong forearms and lean your head against his shoulder, shuddering at the pleasure.
You start whimpering again at the feeling of two, large hands encompassing your breasts. The fingers roll your nipples and massage them, stimulating you even more as you cry out, clenching around nothing.
"Feel good?" Mydei asks from behind you, unfairly composed and steadfast. You nod helplessly as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.
His hands squeeze and pinch, fondling with your chest while Phainon's tongue dips into your pussy, and he takes one hand away from your thigh to spread you open with his fingers, folds no longer hiding the sweet pot of nectar he's been hunting for. "I can't get enough," he moans into you, "Mydei, you're missing out."
The man behind you laughs deeply before snaking a free hand down to your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves. Now you're actually losing your mind, feeling slick ooze out of you and coat Phainon's face- mixed with his own saliva, the mess between your legs makes you flush with embarrassment.
One hand comes up to hold the back of Mydei's head for support, opening up even more of yourself for him.
You lean your whole weight into his sturdy body, sinking into the muscular arms that support you. You can feel his muscles against your back, the defined feeling of his abs, his pecs that flex every so often, and if you think too hard about the feeling of his arms against your skin, you'll cum on the spot.
It's a debauched scene of wetness, moans, and being sandwiched between two men that just want to see you fall apart.
Mydei's calloused fingers continue to play with your nipples while rubbing circles against your clit, while Phainon keeps lapping you up, taking everything you give with a generous lather of his tongue. The two of them work in tandem to get you to explode, and explode, the pleasure does.
With a shriek, you come all over Phainon's face and Mydei's fingers. The latter scoops up whatever he can of your essence before putting it in his mouth, humming at the taste as Phainon mercilessly licks it all up, refusing to let a single drop go.
He's still kitten licking your entrance as the high wears off, a duller sense of euphoria swimming in the haze of your mind
"More," Phainon murmurs, wiping his lips. "Want more, you're so addictive."
Mydei pushes the white-haired away. "You insatiable buffoon. Y/n needs to rest." Then he directs his attention toward you, gently massaging your bosom again. "Are you okay?"
You nod breathlessly before rubbing your ass against the hard-on you feel against your back. While Mydei seems unaffected, he is far from it, you can tell with how it pokes into your lower back, desperate for some stimulation.
He groans at the way you grind against him, at how you feel up his impressive member, trying not to let the excitement show on your face.
"Want him to take you first, gorgeous?" Phainon asks, hearts in his eyes as he admires you.
"Want both of you," you whine.
Mydei shushes you, almost faltering at how you're rubbing against him, "you're not ready to take me yet, need to open you up even more."
For the next few minutes, you're lying on your back, growing more and more pliant as Mydei fingers you open, slick sounds decorating the air as he scissors you open, teasing your walls, gently guiding you through the process. 'Relax, it'll hurt if you take me like this, be patient', all while cooing at you with that mind-numbingly deep voice of his, that smug but sexy smirk all you can see through your half-lidded gaze.
Phainon keeps your legs spread and open, mesmerised by the sight before him, how you arch your back, the ripples of your flesh as you keen at how deep he's reaching- goodness, his dick feels like it's about to explode.
All three of you are naked at this point, gowns thrown in some corner to be forgotten about for the night. Their focus was on you and making you feel good, keeping you loud and moaning as they stretched you open.
"Please," you sob, "want you, Mydei, want you so bad!"
"I think our pretty is ready, Mydei."
"Agreed."
"Seems someone's desperate. Wanna do the honours?"
The Kremnoan scoffs, "this isn't a competition, Deliverer."
"Oh, I know. After all, making Y/n feel good is our priority," Phainon caresses your face with his hands, staring down at you with dreamy eyes. "Isn't that right?"
You nod desperately, anything to get a feel of being filled by their cocks after being teased for so long.
You gasped when you saw the two of them in their entirety. They were… impressive, to say the least, and while you could have known that without looking, it made your gut swell with want and desire, begging to be stuffed and ripped apart by them.
It made you even more excited when you saw how deep Mydei would reach in you, his cock teasing your folds as he slides through them, gathering your arousal along the underside of his dick.
Mydei's blunt head teases your entrance, and he grins smugly at how your folds glisten; a byproduct of the two men before you. He wastes no time in stretching you open and breaching your velvety walls.
Your thighs twitch helplessly from where he holds your legs, keeping them wrapped around his waist.
He's so hot and heavy in you, and you feel like you're being ripped apart, the pleasure and pain dancing together while Mydei and Phainon coax you through your whimpers of pain, noticing how tightly you grip the bedsheets, how you bite your bottom lips, how you gasp, breath short and rushed. Phainon peppers kisses and praise along your skin, complimenting how well you were doing, promising that they'll make you feel so good, that you're taking Mydei 'like a champ'.
Meanwhile, Mydei's thumb comes to play with your clit again, trying to let the pain bleed into pleasure as your constricting walls loosen around him. It takes a while, but he finally feels you relax, and your breathing returns to a steady rhythm.
"Mydei, y-you can move now," you moan, a weak 'please' added on at the end. How could he deny a plea like that?
So, he starts thrusting. Hips grinding against yours at first, trying to savour the tight warmth of your cunt as your walls convulse around his hard member.
You shudder when he finally drags his length out, slowly, slowly, slowly, almost at the tip until he slams back in, and you yelp, feeling him hit the deepest, spongiest part of your walls. It's too much yet not enough at the same time, you want more, faster, deeper, harder, so you plead for him to ruin you, to not hold back.
"A-Are you sure?" He asks, faltering with a deep grunt.
When you nod, Mydei readjusts his grip on you, and begins mercilessly slamming into you.
The sounds are so obscene. Wet sounds of arousal fill the air, along with Mydei's groans and your moans as his skin hits yours again and again and again. You're dripping all over him by this point, his cock lathered by your slick as he pumps it into you again and again.
Then, you feel something hard against your cheek, and when you open your eyes, you see Phainon's pretty, pale member staring back at you. There's a vein running along the underside, and the sight of it makes you drool, eyes focused on his cock that looks like it needs some relief.
"Can you take me too?" Phainon asks and you nod enthusiastically while Mydei is still bouncing you up and down the sheets.
"P-Please," you whisper, "want a taste so b-mmh-bad!"
He chuckles softly. "Don't push yourself, okay?"
When his tip brushes against your lower lip, you instinctively open your mouth, ready for him to slot in. Which he does.
Immediately, his cock touches the back of your throat, and he marvels at you, how pliant you were, how you eyed him like you just wanted to treat him well. His precum leaks onto your tongue, helping the lubrication as you take him in your mouth and throat.
Phainon's hips moved back and forth in small motions, trying to let you adjust to the intrusion in your throat, but you wanted more. Wanted to feel him come undone and weak because of you.
So when he asked, "can I fuck your throat?" You hummed in agreement enthusiastically, as if begging 'please'.
Then, his thrusts became deeper, he pulled back more and thrust back it, still treating you carefully and being mindful of you, but being more daring now. You didn't mind, sucking and hollowing your cheeks in coordination with the timing of his thrusts.
So when you felt him faltering, praising you, saying your name like a mantra, pride swelled in your chest while Mydei's tip was relentlessly hitting your cervix, a perfect fit that made you keen and mewl whenever he rammed the perfect spot. Both men a choir of moans.
The two men began crumbling, both of them chasing their highs. One pounds into you and the other shudders as the warm cavern of your mouth takes him so well.
"C-Cumming!" Phainon exclaims through gritted teeth.
"Same, can I come inside, Y/n?"
You squeeze your legs harder around him, keeping Mydei as close to your body as possible and he laughs at your alternative communication, greatly entertained.
After a few more thrusts, Phainon pours white down your throat and it floods into your mouth, unleashing the load his cock was desperate to release. He pulls out too early, causing some of his cum to dribble down your lips, painting your face as you splutter.
Then at the same time, a burst of warmth floods in your pussy, Mydei pressing his pelvis right up against yours as his muscles convulse, trying to deal with your spasming walls as white coats them. You cum after, the pleasure mindblowing as you cry out a thin wail, your voice sore after your throat was used by Phainon. Your spend goes all over Mydei, decorating his skin with clear fluid.
After a few, quiet moments, he finally pulls out, the cum that he was plugging with his dick flooding out freely.
"You were good," Mydei praises, brushing some hair out of your face tenderly. You meet his gaze, his golden eyes turning into something more adoring and soft.
Your chest heaves up and down, but you smile at the kisses the Kremnoan presses against your skin.
Then, you swallowed Phainon's mess that still lingered in your mouth and the white-haired's eyes widened, admiring you, even as you licked the excess from your face. He tasted nice, salty, but nice.
"I-" Phainon splutters, caressing your cheek "you're beautiful."
All three of you take a breather, the evidence of your activities still dripping out of your entrance. Phainon, after some shuffling around, watched Mydei's cum ooze out of your hole that was still clenching around nothing, as if begging for more.
He had moved you onto your stomach now and pulled your hips up, holding it with his strength. Mydei's seed drips past your cunt and down the sheets, your inner thighs a mess as the sight alone is enough to make Phainon's dick spring back to life.
He deserves a turn too, right? You were just so good to Mydei, it's only fair for him.
You gasp when you suddenly feel Phainon's dick teasing at your entrance, pushing back in the cum that had dripped out of you. "I-I'm sensitive!"
That doesn't deter him. "You can take it, can't you?"
You feel him slide along your folds and goodness- the feeling of his hardness rubbing against your pussy was really making you bite your fist with want, always catching on the hood of your clit before sliding away.
Yes, you wanted him, you wanted to feel him too, wanted to make him feel good like Mydei, who watches the two of you with a hungry gaze.
"Y-Yes, please, fuck me."
Phainon chuckles, hands coming to your hips, giving them a reassuring squeeze as he lines his dick with your entrance.
"Oh- Titans," you grip the sheets helplessly.
"I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name," he murmurs against your ear huskily before thrusting in.
The lubrication from yours and Mydei's spend makes it too easy, and he's bottoming out in one swift thrust. Despite it, the stretch is still enough to make you gasp and convulse, unused to such a large obtrusion in your gut, and when Phainon presses into your lower stomach, you writhe even more.
You can feel every painstaking inch of him.
He… he's so big. Both of them are so big, you think your insides have been rearranged permanently.
You press your chest into the sheets, arching your back even more.
"I'm gonna move, okay?" Phainon declares, giving you an experimental thrust that makes you whimper when he hits your sweet spot. This position was far more sensitive, and if it weren't for him holding you up, you would have turned into a puddle of limbs ages ago.
Oh, but it's delicious, you don't want him to stop fucking you. You don't want neither of them to ever leave you empty again.
Then, Mydei's hard cock appears in front of your face, and it's red at the tip again, telling you that it's begging for release.
Well, watching you get split open by the Deliverer was too tempting, and as much as he'd love to sit back and watch you fall apart, he also wanted to feel what your pretty mouth could do. How it could make Okhema's hero and prophesised saviour fall apart the way he did.
Speaking of the hero, he is grunting and whimpering into your ear desperately, hips chasing something carnal as he rams into you, again and again. You glance up at Mydei with cloudy eyes and it shoots lightning bolts straight to his dick.
He wants to ruin you, again and again, for every night possible until you're fucked brainless.
"You can take Mydei too, can't you?" Phainon laughs in between breaths. "Show him how good you are, how well you can use that mouth, sweet thing."
Now, your mouth is being filled again, Phainon's thrusts aiding the way your throat slides around Mydei's member, how you lick his tip so innocent and sweet while you're being ruined from behind. When you run your tongue along the underside of his cock before encasing it with your mouth, Mydei knows he doesn't have long left until he's busting another load in your mouth.
With each suck, and thrust, and debauched echo of skin slapping skin, the two men become increasingly vocal. Mydei's hand comes to your hair, forcing you deeper with each suck as Phainon angles his hips just right.
And from the looks of it, both of them are so close. Phainon's babbles now incoherent apart from desperate pleas of your name and begging to let him come inside too while his fingers play with your clit.
You're moaning around Mydei's cock, stimulating him even more while looking up at him as if you're doing nothing filthy.
After a few moments, the world comes to a halt once again. From the pure onslaught of pleasure that Phainon was causing, you feel a funny buildup in your core, one unlike the last two you've had.
And it happens before you even realise; you've squirted, splaying your juices all over Phainon's abdomen and thighs. The realisation doesn't cause him to stop, no, it spurs him on even more to chase his high, whimpering and whining freely now.
Suddenly, one man fills your mouth with thick ropes of his seed, and the other presses his hips right up against your ass as his girth twitches against your walls. His tip hits your cervix as warmth fills you up, and despite how he's plugging you full, the sheer amount of spend from both him and Mydei causes it to leak out.
Globs of white trickles down your cunt and Phainon doesn't even pull out before collapsing against the mattress, muscular arms taking you with him as he lies you both on your side. Mydei, amused but spent, cuddles against your front, and you happily welcome his large from with your arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his shoulders so he'd rest against your chest.
"Was that relaxing?" Phainon asked against your shoulder and you laugh.
"Yeah," you murmur, "I needed that."
"You were so perfect for us," Mydei props himself up on his elbow, admiring your fucked-out expression with an appreciative smile.
You hum.
"Now, if you ever need to let out some steam, just come to us, okay?" Phainon said lightheartedly, but part of it was framed like a plea, like 'don't ever go to anyone else', 'don't show anyone else what we saw tonight'.
But who else was there? You couldn't trust anyone else like you do them, you trusted them before with your life, but now it seems like you can trust them to help get you off, too.
"Well, I guess I could say the same to you both then," you cup Mydei's cheek while looking over your shoulder at the white-haired. "If you need me like tonight, just come find me. Unless I'm busy and drowning in work."
"That's the most ideal time to whisk you away," Mydei huffs, kissing your wrist, "someone's gotta take care of you because you refuse to."
You scoff before laughing. "I can't help it."
"That's why we need to do it for you."
Having enough of this discussion, you suddenly feel Phainon's heavy member twitch against your walls. To spur him on, you clench around him, causing him to moan suddenly.
"Enough," he whispers through gritted teeth, "unless you want to go for another round?"
The white-haired looks up at Mydei, who shrugs, as if saying 'sure'. Then, you realised that neither of these men were spent, and still had a plethora of energy inside them.
In the blink of an eye, you find yourself being pushed into the mattress again, being filled again, and again, and again, cocks mercilessly thrusting in and out of you as they rearrange you into odd positions.
Maybe you should think twice about provoking them next time.
(Yet, when you wake up in the morning to see your chores all completed for you, all the paper work that was originally yours to sign off and deliver suddenly vanished from your desk, all the approval documents waiting a signature, everything completed perfectly… you suddenly don't regret it. Best part was, you woke up to the suffocating body heat of both men pressed against you, as if they'd been there the whole time.)
every year on pride parade weekend i see all the news sites and everyone on instagram posting a million pictures from pride of like. the parades and performers, obviously, but also so so so many shots of the crowds, of people watching the parade, of people talking to their friends and not aware their picture is being taken and i feel like the only person in the world who thinks that putting photos of people at an event for queer people online or on the news without their knowledge could be dangerous. like people in the parade or performers it makes sense that they would be okay with being photographed but of the few prides i've been to i spent all of them turning away from cameras because i don't want to find out one of my parents' friends saw me on the fucking news and told them! i don't want to see myself in the background of your instagram photodump! i think people are way too comfortable assuming that anyone who's able to be at pride is completely out of the closet and safe and willing to be in pictures or videos and that's a dangerous assumption to make. people could die.
