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If you're queer and love men, there isn't anything wrong with you.
Loving men is not a negative trait, so you are not a bad or worse person at all for loving men. Being in a loving relationship with a man or men can be just as beautiful and just as amazing as any other relationship.
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Happy international women's day to all LGBTQIA women & woman-aligned people who see themselves in today!
No matter your sexual & romantic orientation, gender identities, pronouns, gender expression, other labels or complete lackthereof, you are wonderful and vibrant and appreciated!
I hope you have a good day today! Don't forget to take care of yourself today and always remember your gender and orientation as you state it is who you are. No one else can define you but you!
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i’m not even that into men but i’m going to stop participating in this public theatre of complaining about how tragic and awful it is to be attracted to men. attraction to men is good, actually, and it’s very neat when i’m attracted to a guy.
Every Eighth Photo
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WARNING: this isn’t gay, sadly. it’s a straight romance because i’m kind of into a guy right now but it’s ok cause i’m pan. i just got inspired by a different type of person but it’s still super fluffy and adorable.
Romance, StraightGuyXPanGirl, ReaderXCrush, FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF, probably NSFW, Reader’s POV
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“the one with the yellow stripes. no, not that one… yeah there!”
i was having him help me redo my wall decor. he was handing me the right photos for my collage so i wouldn’t have to get back down onto the ground from up on my dresser every time.
he handed me the photo, holding it by the edges just like i taught him so they don’t have finger prints. it made me grin that he was trying so hard. it was so cute.
“i like this one,” he said.
“yeah? i do too.” i replied as i stuck it to the wall.
“ok now the one with the purple flowers,” i instructed, and he complied, singing along to the song playing from the alexa. we had a joint playlist, even though our music tastes were very different. it consisted of 2010s pop and 2020s rap, so that should give you as much information about our relationship as you need.
i dopily grinned subconsciously at his cuteness. he made me grin like that often. it wasn’t something i tried to suppress, but i didn’t necessarily do it on purpose either. he just made me feel all happy and it channeled itself into a stupid dopey grin that never left my face when we talked. i liked noticing when he was doing it too.
he caught my eye and stopped rapping momentarily.
“what?” he asked, accompanied by The Grin TM. his eyes lit up a little. that also happens sometimes when he grins. my heart always flutters.
“you’re just cute,” i brushed off, unable to keep the corners of my lips from turning up. i took the photo from him and purposefully brushed our fingers together ever-so-softly. he was always caught off guard when i did that.
like clockwork, at my remark and gesture he lost his composure. his ears turned pink and he opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t seem to think of anything. i looked away so he didn’t see the wide smile i was trying to suppress.
all too soon i lost the upper hand.
“hey, you know that was the thirty-second photo i’ve helped you put up…” he said suggestively.
now it was my turn to recompose myself. i did so quickly and turned around to look at him, raising his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. he was leaning himself forward on his hands which were on either side of my legs on my dresser, so that he could tilt his head up and see me.
“and?” i played dumb, crossing my arms.
“i want my payment,” he pouted, closing his eyes and pouting his lips.
my heart did more than a flutter. i couldn’t keep up a front when he was like this, it melted me down.
we made a deal before we started today, every eighth photo i put up we got to do something he wanted to do in return for helping me. we worked together best this way, and neither of us was going to complain about doing the other person’s thing, we always had fun doing anything together.
i sighed, happily obliging. i squatted down on one knee, so my head was only a few inches higher then his.
“okay: kiss, hug, cuddle, snack, compliment…” i listed his options.
“the first one.” he replied eagerly.
“why can’t you ever say kiss?” i laughed, sitting all the way down on my dresser so my legs were dangling on either side of him. our eyes were in line with one another’s now.
“i don’t know, i just prefer not to say it.” he said, shrugging his shoulders and draping his arms loosely around my waist.
“oh but you have no problem doing it,” i said matter-of-factly, grinning while i set my arms on top of his shoulders. i ran my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp.
he tightened his grip slightly at the sensation.
“nope,” he agreed, leaning in closer.
i leant in as well and our lips touched. he grinned into it. it was a sweet and teasing kiss at first, but knowing him, it escalated quickly. first my tongue was brushing his lips, and we were slowly falling into a soft rhythm. then not much time had passed and yet my fingers were raking through his hair and scratching down his shoulders. he was pulling my waist impossibly close, fingers pressing into my sides. his tongue was pushing past my lips, our rhythm growing hastier and losing its softness. soon i felt him slowly let his fingers travel underneath my shirt seam, testing the waters. he grazed his fingers along the skin there, i let myself enjoy the sensation. i also let him think he was successful for a little, but when he began to slowly tug my top upward i broke away.
i opened my eyes to a frown.
“noooooo, pleeeeease?” he begged.
it was hard to take him seriously when he looked so flustered. his hair was a mess, lips red, face flushed.
“i’m sorry, you only get one kiss,” i explained.
he didn’t give up, nestling his head into my neck and grazing his lips over the skin.
“this is bullshit.” his muffled voice said.
“you agreed to these terms,” i said, gently pushing him off of me.
he hung his head in accepted defeat, and eventually let his hands go back to his sides.
“don’t worry, eight pictures goes by fast,” i assured.
“i know.” he sighed, handing me the photo i pointed out.
a few minutes later a familiar song came on. it was my favorite of all time.
i started jamming on top of my dresser.
“careful,” he laughed, “don’t fall.”
i sang along.
he smiled/giggled at me, dancing all extra and being obnoxious. i stepped down from the dresser to give it everything i had, singing the song to my boy.
he gazed at me and i couldn’t place the feeling in his eyes but i liked it.
the song finished so i gave a grand finale, extending my hand toward him to emphasis the last line. when i did so he took advantage of it and grabbed at my fingers, pulling me in quickly. he grabbed my waist fast and pulled my body flush to his. i felt tingling throughout my body at his urgency. it was really hot. he smashed his lips onto mine and i quickly reciprocated. he pulled away just slightly.
“i couldn’t wait any longer to kiss you.” he said.
his lips were hungry, he devoured me.
“you said it!” i replied, at his finally saying the word kiss.
he grinned against my lips.
another song began on the alexa, i was a bit preoccupied but from what i gathered it was some rap song about sex.
“how fitting,” he remarked.
i didn’t stop him this time when he slowly tugged my shirt up my sides.
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(i hope you enjoyed! checkout my Masterlist for more and feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for what i should write next)
(for those of you who are new here all my other writing is lesbian fluff, although there may be more straight ones coming soon)
Shoutout to gender non-conforming straight trans people!!
GNC straight trans women, keep rocking absolutely everything!
GNC straight trans guys, you all are amazing!
Straight/strayt nonbinary people who consider themselves to be GNC, show-stopping. Phenominal. I am in awe.
You can be gender non-conforming and straight. You can be gender non-conforming and trans. You can be both. And if you are, you are doing fantastic and you deserve so much love.
playing video games while on the phone with each other but not really saying much hits different when you’re gay
I was just going through the "anti-pan" tag to see what was going on there.
And, I saw some pretty nasty shit for pan people such as me.
So, I repeat:
PAN PEOPLE ARE VALID.
PAN PEOPLE EXIST.
PAN PEOPLE ARE NOT BIPHOBIC.
PAN PEOPLE ARE NOT TRANSPHOBIC.
PAN PEOPLE ARE NOT 'JUST BI'.
PAN PEOPLE ARE REAL AND DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED.
I LOVE YOU, PANSEXUALS.
Another pride fairy! I wish all pan people a pan-tastic pride month!
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