Gay Mlm - Blog Posts

I just wanna put it out there, that in mlm ships you don’t have to “feminise” or “twinkifise” them. They don’t have to have certain interests or traits — please stop copying and pasting every bottom in mlm relationships.

This isn’t targeted to a specific character but there is a few that come to mind.

This isn’t to hate or shame anyone who disagrees!! This is just a personal opinion of mine — and I want to see if anyone agrees.

a little remake

EITA, SAVE THE HORSES N RIDE A COWBOY

If there is one thing I hate homophobic people saying, it's that gay men are gross for having anal sex.

I get it, poop comes out of the anus. You sound like a 5 year old who just learned about sex: "ew, that's where you pee out of!".

Yes, the anus is "gross", just as many other parts of the human body are "gross". Genitals make pee, the vagina gets bloody every month, the mouth is a cesspool of spit and bacteria, skin is always covered in dead skin cells and makes sweat, but nobody ever complains about them being gross, because we have a novel concept called WASHING and HYGIENE. Homophobes always say that "it will never be clean, it will always be covered in shit", which is just plain untrue. It's fallacious and hypocritical to treat this particular part of the body any differently, and is clearly just an excuse to paint homosexual men as disgusting and degenerate.

And just to be clear, yes, I know that not all gay men have sex anally, and I'm not saying that everyone has to find it arousing themselves. I'm just saying that we really need to drop this stigma around anal.

Im so incredibly normal about heathcliff x garfield

“lmao imagine liking men” OK!!! ON IT BOSS 🫡🫡🫡 it’s beautiful here

croagunk mlm icons :33

Thought of redrawing these two again after relistening to Mr Bad Guy lately 😊❤

Darius Deamonne THE tumblr sexyman

I hc him as gay (mlm) and a trans man

Also yes I ship aladarius💜💜

❤️Happy Valentine’s Day!❤️

The bounty hunters make their debut!

In order we have Piano Keys, Beetle, and Javy Dohns! Them and their story were/are being written by me and my friend @x-eightball and they’re very dear to our hearts. They were based off of that one tumblr post way back when about how a cowboy, a samurai, and a pirate could have hypothetically met because their time periods over lapped a little. We took the idea and ran with it, so now we have a trio of disaster queers trying to simultaneously dodge the multiple governments that are after them and their mental issues.

They are on a date lol

Life's Price (Bat-Jokes fanfic)

The dark sky overhead was slowly being consumed by the rolling clouds, the full moon slowly being suffocated, dimming the only light on the scene of a densely wooded path. Barely able to see with the light slowly fading, just like his confidence, he ran as fast as he could, the brisk wind biting his face, lungs, burning its way through, and around his body, The wicked trees, now barren of all leaves, cut and grabbed at the edges of his disheveled, once white, button down, and his dark purple dress pants held by a black leather belt, and silver buckle. The weight in his hand was far from his mind, slipping it instinctively towards his right pocket, the more important weight on his mind was a moral one. The feeling of the presence behind him grew, it felt like they were almost there, but not now, not yet, I can’t see them, I need to get away. But the feeling of being watched never left his slender, clearly bruised pale face, and what looked like it was quite clean styled hair, now but a bird's nest of knots, twigs and what dead leaves still lay attached to them. His breath was getting more choked, his guilt clogging his airways, blurring his eyes with tears for only a few seconds, a few seconds that caught his ill equipped dress shoes, throwing him off balance, where he crashed to the forest floor with a hard *Thump*. There was a noticeable spray of needles, dirt and dried leaves, he managed to catch himself bracing with his dominant arm, twisting it to avoid slamming into a nearby rock. As he got up his right arm was in a lot more pain than it was before, with his side starting to stitch, he hobbled onward, with his body aching knowing what he did, before all of this,’ the physical pain is what I deserve by now for what I did to him.’ he muttered to himself, almost choking up again. He had images flash by as the last of the moon's rays peered out from behind the clouds, slowly licking away all his bearings. The wide open garden, with a retaining wall half way down the nearly two acre backyard, the large glass house built for parties, strung up with fairy lights, giving a warm comforting hue of orange and yellow onto sleek brown leather furniture. And the smell, not just of fresh cut grass, but their cologne, the food as expansive as could be. That’s when he remembered the song, the one that was most special, and caused this whole mess, a light calm jazz style, meant for dancing.

The crescendo and fall, like waves from a brass sea, then the orchestral string building behind as all lay low, the memories took over the times he’d heard this song, the visions grew just like the waves from the music. He had backed up seeing it come closer, and closer, trying to run until the music all paused for just a moment before the next burst of energy, but what rang out was not the drums and brass blaring energy and life into the room, not at first but a shot rang through the air as he stood there shaking, and just coming to his senses, ‘John?!’ a silky deep voice called out in a stern, but concerned tone. Shaking more, looking in surprise at the gun in his hand, not sure what to make of it, looking around at everyone, flushing barely muttered, “B-b-b-Bruce…” he tried to hold out a hand but hesitated, pulling back, whispering “I’m sorry…” turning and running out, and trying to escape everyone, ignoring the calls for him to come back, despite the pleading he could hear, John kept running. The memory was on repeat, more specifically the pleading he heard to come back, he knew he couldn’t go back, he didn’t even process if he injured someone, but he knew that the visions were what kept him from being able to be there, and improve, have a normal life, Now only small beams were poking through the thin parts of the cloud veil, but on his knees he fell at the edge of a small clearing, hiding a gazebo in the center, made of old wood, and ancient stone carved into eight sides. John hobbled over to the several stairs to get into the relatively spacious interior, where he collapsed on the far edge up against the cool brick wall, as the trees began rustling from the wind, with the weathering mimicking him, there started a drizzle, and then it picked up as he began to weep, pulling the gun from is pocket. He sat one leg up, back pressed against the cool uneven stones of the gazebo wall, his arms bleeding, along with his chest from the tiny knife-like ends of the branches which ripped his shirt and skin. Being almost unable to breathe between the emotions overwhelming him, and catching his breath, he didn’t hear the steps approaching, or the taps of dress shoes on the stone steps growing closer till they stopped at the top. Bruce walked up the few steps out of breath and soaked, adjusting himself to look across at John, cut and bruised, barely able to move his arm, as he tries to aim the weapon on himself, where he sees the tears rushing down his face, weakly saying with cracks in his voice, “I-I’m so so s-sorry Bruce, y-you should have..” he starts to cough, doubling over, and starts to shake, and becomes incapable of moving the arm holding the pistol, clearly straining, and desperately trying to move his arm, as Bruce walks over. “You-you know, I can’t function, you know this is what’s best, so I’m not a risk again, I c-can’t be helped!” John’s voice breaking, and sounding more manic. “W-what else could there be for me, this is the only logical way to deal with someone who is such a threat like me, R-right?” John, straining a pleading face, looked up to Bruce, standing right above him. Bruce simply got onto one knee, hand on the gun, threw it away, holding John's face in his other large, strong, and reliable hand, and said, “I wouldn’t even think it a possibility, my love, it’s something we must work together on, and you can improve.” A hopeful smile played across Bruce’s face, pained, but hopeful staring into Johns eyes, They at last embraced each other, thinking of the future as the rain poured around them, making the most of their new found time together, where John soon fell asleep on Bruce’s shoulder, as they waited for rain to pass to leave and dry off, and see about working their new life.

training my sub rn ;)

he's a gooooood boy !! he's such a good boy !! some boys are just so ready for conditioning aren't they ?? and once he's got you pinned down and his tongue's in your mouth and he's deliriously bouncing on it, he's not gonna stop until you know exactly how good he can make u feel too ^_^ so quit struggling :3c in a few minutes you'll never ever want anything but this again <3

i am said dom :]

when doms coo out a soft ‘there you arreee’ the moment their sub finally gives in and starts whimpering, gasping, making the prettiest noises while being absolutely ruined >>>

i will talk like this btw!

Can we all please agree that being talked through it is easily the hottest thing during sex or even teasing...

"thats it just like that"

"such a good boy for me yeah?"

"you take me so well.."

"look at me... That's it.. let go.."

"look at me when I fuck you."

"yeah you want that?"

"use your words darling"

"thats it just let me take care of you."

"tell me what you want"

"tell me what I'm doing to you"

"look at this? Look how hard and wet you are"

"so soft..."

Like... Guys... I think I'd genuinely cum on the spot if someone held my chin and asked me to use my words... Just saying

i am said dom 😊

Doms who are not afraid to show you how badly they need you are so fucking hot btw. A dom who isn’t afraid to beg you to let them touch you, who just grabs you and pulls you against them anytime they’re hard and want to take you. Doms who are just as touchy and needy as me. God the thought alone drives me wild

me n who!

i wanna be that hot guy :]

wanna rut on a hot guy’s thigh >_<

Noooo don't unfollow me. My cock is thick. And it drips

My baby girls

You've been appearing in my dreams lately, my love. Each time has been as someone who makes me smile without care, kissing you wherever I could reach, someone I cuddled close with. Last night, we were just cuddling, taking photos with filters, being two idiots in love

Maybe we could recreate that dream one day

(mlm/nblm only)

okay i really hope SOMEONE knows this song because this song is so maxley i don’t care (this may be a sign so post my fuckin 29h maxley playlist 💀)

maxley coded songs pt2

YOU GUYS. IT HAPPENED. IT FUCKING HAPPENED OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

Just gonna say that I’m transmasc and gay(MLM) 🌈

So I did a DHMIS au but that information will come out soon but here is the characters designs

I put the shaded and the plain color

Guys… I was doing art of them and I got an idea to do an edit… yippee! Well I’m not that good at editing but enjoy!

A ship edit I did :3 ❤️

Vincent: So what do you do for a living

Thomas: I hunt and kill zombies

Vincent: The fuck no you don't

Thomas: Have you ever seen one?

Vincent: No?

Thomas: Then you are fucking welcome

Thomas at Starbucks: I'd like a venti latte with uhm, seven espresso shots

Vincent, in line behind him: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine