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yandere-daydreams · 2 months

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Title: Intoxicated.

Pairing: Yandere!Fae King x Reader (OC).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Non/Con -> Dub/Con, AFAB!Reader, Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationships, Orgasm Denial, and Obsessive Behavior.

[Commissioned piece. Donate to Palestinians in Gaza here.]

His chambers reeked of honey and lavender.

A stark improvement when compared to the raw stench of sweating bodies and animal fervor that’d hung over the celebrations still raging on in his banquet hall, but strong thick enough to turn your stomach, still choking enough to leave your head spinning, your vision distorted and dark around the edges. A thick, lilac smoke clouded the air, courtesy of the herbs smoldering in jars of stained glass on a nearby windowsill – only adding to your current haziness. It went without saying that none of it, of course, was aided by the clever, slender fingers slowly drawing lazy circles into your clit, the stimulation too much to block out entirely but not nearly enough to bring you any real satisfaction. It was hard to be frustrated, though, when you considered who that stimulation was coming from.

Aisling had positioned himself behind you, propped against the ornate headboard of his almost comically oversized bed. Two long, hoofed legs stretched out on either side of you – flecks of golden pollen still dusted over his dark fur. His chest was bear and cool where it pressed into your back, and his unoccupied hand alternated between wrapping snuggly around your midriff and prying your thighs apart when they attempted in-vain to shut. His touch, like most other things about him, left much to be desired. You’d lost track of how long you’d spent here, how much time had passed since he carried you out of those wretched rituals his kind called revelries, but couldn’t have been any longer than a few minutes, even if it felt like a small eternity lapsed by every time you let your eyes droop shut. He prided himself on his adeptness in all things frivolous and pleasurable, and you couldn’t imagine him taking this long to bring you to climax.

“I’ve grown quite fond of your meekness, you know.” His voice was a deep rumble, less a string of words and more a prolonged, inflected purr. Cold lips ghosted over the curve of your ear, and his fingers found a new pattern; one with enough force behind to it make your head lull forward, a slight whimper slipping past your grit teeth as the loose knot in your core began to tighten. “At first, it was rather irking to realize I would never be able to make love to you under the light of the full moon to the accompaniment of my finest bards, but I think I’ve come to like how—” A quirk of his wrist, a strange crescent-like motion. You withered against him, your hips bucking stiltedly into his hand. “—reserved your kin tend to be. It feels more intimate, locking ourselves away like this. Like we share a common secret.”

That fucking smell. The sickening sweetness of it seemed to claw and tear at your lungs, to lodge itself in the hollows of your skull and send a warm, steady pulsing down the length of your spine with every slight movement of Aisling’s fingers. You let your eyes fall shut, your hands kneading at the silk of his sheets as the knot sitting in your core coiled ever-tighter, as you came so, so close to that—

As Aisling pulled away, his touch skirting over the inside of your thigh before forcing two fingers into the dripping entrance of your cunt. You couldn’t bite back the fractured whine that bubbled past your lips, arching your back as he spread and curled his digits inside of you. “Still,” he went on, sighing in mock-disappointment. “I feel like our relationship has been far from reciprocal, as of late. I do adore taking care of you, and I don’t mean to sound unthankful, but—” Another pause, another sigh. “I am beloved to all folks of the land and air, worshiped by the valleys and mountains alike, and dearest to all beings with the wisdom necessary to appreciate true beauty. Why is it that the one I cherish most so evidently detests my very existence?”

“Be—” A broken moan cut you off, draw out by a particular scissoring motion of his fingers. It was a fight to find your voice again. “Because you’re a fucking prick.”

“Your honeyed praises will have to wait, for now.” The heel of his palm ground into your clit, but the friction was too soft, too half-hearted to do anything. His lilac smoke seemed to claw its way down your throat and dislodge a pathetic string of whimpers and mewls, filling the new vacancy with a sort of… a sort of liquid heat, strong enough to leave you panting and hot enough to have you squirming against him, eager to get that much closer to his frigid body. Your desperation earned a melodic laugh from Aisling, a tender nuzzling of his cheek against yours. “Oh? Do you have something you’d like to ask for, little fawn?”

He forced a third finger into your terribly empty cunt, and something inside of you seemed to break open. “Please, Aisling, I—” You paused, gasped as his fingers curved against the clenching walls of your pussy. “I need to cum. I can’t take another—”

Whatever you might’ve said dissolved into a broken, pained moan as he drew back entirely, his slick-stained hand moving to your chin and tilting your head back, his lips finding your own before your shock could fade into hurt. Pointed, cat-like fangs burrowed into your bottom lip as his rough tongue laved over your own, the gesture less of a kiss and more of an attempt to permanently attach a part of him to a part of you. His taste was one of fresh fruit and sugared cream, and by the time he pulled away, you were panting, heaving, clambering to stay as close as him as you possibly could, to get as much from him as you possible could. Aisling only laughed as you rushed to straddle him, taking your face in both hands and pulling you into another long, lingering kiss – his mouth just as sweet as his poisons.

“Such a beautiful song,” he muttered, pulling back far enough to speak, but not leaving quite enough distance to disguise the crooked smile spread across his lips.

“Perhaps, by the time we’re finished, you’ll love me enough to deserve to.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere fae #yandere monster #yandere oneshot

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thetriumphantpanda · 7 months

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Beggin' For It | Joel Miller

The Checklist - Orgasm Denial

Chapter Summary | Your new boyfriend Joel, in the process of helping you pack up your apartment, finds your stash of porn, full of all the things you've been scared of asking for. He surprises you by offering to help you tick them off, starting by denying you the thing you always love the most.

Chapter Warnings | This is basically porn without plot. Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PiV sex, talk of contraceptives, orgasm denial, creampie, dirty talk, pet names (baby), hair pulling, established relationship, No Outbreak AU, No Use of Y/N.

Word Count | 3.7k

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader

Authors Note | Well here we go, the Joel Miller Kink extravaganza. I had SO much fun writing this and putting this together so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I love writing it! If you do enjoy this, reblogs and comments are always appreciated, and if you'd like to support me further, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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Your face is burning hot, and your stomach is in knots of anxiety as you stand in the doorway to your room, two glasses of water in hand, watching Joel, who is sat on your bed with a spread of magazine’s spread out across the duvet. Those fucking magazines, stored carefully in the bottom drawer of your bedside table. Some are straight up pornographic, plucked from the top shelf of the store, paid for and shoved into the depths of your bag before anyone apart from you and the cashier knew what it was. Others are those silly gossip magazines, Cosmopolitan mainly, pages folded in all of them of the pictures you like the most, the ones that help you get off the quickest, the things you want to try the most. And they’re all spread out for him to see.

“W-where did you f-find those?” You choke out, swallowing thickly, hands gripping the two glasses so hard you’re surprised they don’t shatter.

Joel shrugs, “You asked me to start packing the stuff from the drawers into boxes,” He says, because you did, your apartment in disarray as you’re packing up to move into his home, “I opened the drawer and found them.”

Joel was never planned. You’d been more than happy on your own. When you met him, on a random Sunday morning, you’d been out of your last relationship for almost a year. You’d been staring at different types of nails at the hardware store, cursing yourself that you hadn’t thought to research what the best nails for hanging pictures up would be, when his Southern drawl had pricked your ears.

“Need any help, miss?”

You’d turned, taken a step back because he was taller than you, broad, and definitely older too. Grey scruff peppered along his jaw, some in his hair too, and big brown eyes that screamed kindness at you. He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

“Huh?” Was all you could manage to let out, cursing yourself for seeming like the typical dumb woman at the hardware store.

“Been milling around gettin’ some stuff and you’ve been starin’ at that wall’a nails for a while,” He chuckles, stepping forward so he’s next to you, “What d’ya need ‘em for?”

“Oh,” You breathe, he smells good too, woodsy and masculine, “I’m wanting to hang some pictures on my walls.”

He hums in understanding, reaching over to grab a pack of nails that are miles longer than the ones you would have chosen. He holds them out to you, which you take, fingertips brushing against his as you do, “Thanks,” You smile at him, “I would never have chosen these ones.”

“You got everythin’ you need to hang them?” He asks, “Tools and stuff?”

You shrug this time, “I’ve got a hammer, is that going to do it?”

The look in his eyes is akin to what you imagine someone would look like if you’d just kicked a dog in front of them, he shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and then hands you card that he pulls out. You take it, the words ‘Miller Contracting’ and a phone number underneath it.

“Usually, I’m more of a building from scratch guy, but you can’t hammer these nails into a wall, so give me a call and I can come and hang your pictures for you.”

So, you do. Late that evening, you call him, tell him you’ve got the weekend free, and you’d like to get your pictures hung. He comes over, you watch him closely as he hangs them perfectly on your wall. You make him dinner as a thank-you, considering he won’t let you pay him, and then after two beers, you let him fuck you on your couch. It’s not usually your style, but nine months later, it seems to have worked, considering he’s moving you into his house.

Like most things that had to do with your life and Joel, moving in this early had never been planned either. Sarah, his daughter, who you’d met multiple times, had her own life, her own home, and the lease to your apartment in the city was ending early. Something to do with the landlord wanting to completely redecorate. Joel had offered his place to you, which made sense, considering you spent most of your time at his anyway. So, you’d emailed your landlord, told him you’d be out by the end of the month, and were now packing up everything you owned to move into Joel’s place. Start a new life.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” He coos, “Some interesting stuff here.” He muses, reaching over to pick up a copy of one of the more explicit magazines, opening it on a page that’s got the corner folded over, the picture is a woman, bent over on her knees with her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass, an anonymous man pounding his cock into her, a look of ecstasy on her face.

You can’t bare it anymore, so you put the glasses down on chest of drawers and made a beeline to snatch it out of his hand, “Now, hold your horses, baby,” He teases, managing to grab your waist to catch you off balance, pulling you onto his lap where you straddle him, the other hand holding the magazine out of your reach, “What do the folded pages mean?”

You groan, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder, grumbling incoherently into him in the hopes he drops the subject, but this is Joel, and you should have known better. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing your head up, “I didn’t quite hear you, baby?”

Dick, is what you think, “They’re things I like,” You mumble, “Think that get me off.”

He turns his head towards the bed with a smirk, “Lots of folded pages, baby,” He teases, Joel lets the magazine in his hand drop to the bed, gripping your waist in both hands, “Don’t need to be shy baby, nothin’ wrong with any of it.”

It’s not really that you’re embarrassed by what’s in the magazines, it’s more the fact that even though you and Joel have an extremely healthy sex life, not one you would necessarily call vanilla, but certainly not kinky, there were things you were scared of asking for. There was a mental list of things you’d read about in the advice columns of Cosmo, pictures you’d seen in the other magazines, that you were dying to try, but how do you bring up to your boyfriend of not even a year, that you want him to bend you over and stuff his cock into your ass?

Joel brings a hand up to your face, cups your cheek and brushes the skin there with his thumb, “Why don’t you show me something you want to try?” He coaxes gently, his brown eyes meeting your own.

Your eyes go wide. You had always been worried of asking for these things, worried it would scare him off, or that he just didn’t want to branch out into anything too kinky, but here he is, offering to help make your fantasies come true, “Go on.” He taps at your sides.

You lean over, grab one of the issues of Cosmo and flick through it to the page with the folded corner right at the back. You pass it to Joel, who takes it, letting his eyes flick to the column of sex advice. He clears his throat and starts reading with you still perched on his lap.

“Dear Angela,” he reads in his Southern drawl, “I’ve been with my fiancé for over five years now. We’re very happy and our wedding is in a year’s time, but I’m struggling to connect with him sexually now. I think the problem is that he’s too nice. Outside of the bedroom, this is wonderful, but do you have any advice on how we might be able to spice things up with our sex life?” He then clears his throat again before launching into ‘Angela’s’ response, “Dear reader, this is something I deal with often. You’re happy with everything but the sex, but don’t lose hope because this is fixable. If you want him to get a little mean with you, nothing says that like denying you the big one, the final ‘O’ if you will. Talk to him, tell him it’s something you want, and have fun!”

You’re looking at his face as he ponders what that means. He’s putting the magazine down on the bed, bringing his hands back to your hips, looking into your eyes, “Am I too nice to you, baby?” He coos, “Need me to be a little mean t’ya?”

His voice flashes straight down to your cunt. You wriggle in his lap, the seam of your jeans rubbing along the bulge that is prominent in his own lap. He holds you still, fingers pressing into your hips, “I don’t think so baby, tryin’ to get yourself off like that.”

You groan a little as he lifts you off his lap, spreads you out on the mattress. You open your legs for him, let him settle his hips between yours, grinding his hips as he presses his mouth to yours. You can feel his chest pressed against your own, the entire weight of him smothering your body, his hands smoothing your hair from your forehead as you open your mouth for him, letting him lick into your mouth, tasting him as your tongue works against his.

You buck your hips up into his own, your hands coming down to slip into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling his hips forward so you’re grinding together through your clothes, something skin to how you used to behave as a horny teenager.

“You feelin’ needy, baby?” He whispers into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he does.

You don’t want to admit that you are, mainly because you know he’s not going to fix the problem. You’ve asked for him to be mean to you, asked him to do nothing but use you and your body for his own pleasure and leave you wanted more, so you just let out a breathy moan, which makes him chuckle, makes him grind his hips into yours again before he pushes himself back on his knees, dragging you up with him so he can pull your t-shirt off your body.

He pushes you gently back down onto the mattress, drags those big palms of his down your sides until he reaches the waist of your jeans. He pops the button, drags the zipper down and moves his body just enough so he can peel the material down your thighs and off your body, throwing them behind him to be forgotten now. Joel leaves your bra on, but drags your pantie down your legs, pushing your thighs apart so you’re bared to him, no doubt slick and shiny for him.

Joel stands from the bed, drops to his knees and starts pressing warm, wet kissed to the insides of your thighs. Up the left side, down the right, but never right where you want it. He teases you slowly, like he’s got all the time in the world, and in moments like this you’re always in awe of how patient he is, always willing to defer his own gratification in place of getting you off first and, more often than not, multiple times, before he even thinks of sinking himself into you.

His face finally makes its way to settle where you always love having it, right at the apex of your thighs, where you’re already wet with want for him. You can feel his hot breath skittering across your skin so, although you didn’t think it physically possible, you spread your legs wider, showing him your glistening, slick cunt. His fingers press into your thighs as his mouth presses a single, chaste kiss right to your clit. You breathe out in pleasure, letting yourself relax a little as you feel his tongue move slowly through your folds, moving from your entrance where your slick is pooling, just for him, all the way up to your clit. He teases you a little at first, small little kitten licks placed ever-so-gently to your clit. He knows this is what you like, when he takes his time to work you up to the edge. The edge you have to continually remind yourself you’re not going to get the opportunity to push yourself over.

He pulls his mouth off you when you start moving your hips in time to his mouth, his palm pressing down on your belly to keep you still, “This ain’t for you,” He reminds, nipping at the delicate skin of your thighs with his teeth, “Just makin’ sure you can take me.”

He sinks two fingers into you, curling them up just right, your back arching up off the bed to grind up into his palm as he works you open for him. It doesn’t last nearly long enough, much like with his mouth earlier. Normally he’d make you come on his tongue, then sink those fingers into you and make you come again, but he’s pulling them from your pussy, looking you dead in the eye as he presses his fingers onto your tongue. You clamp your mouth around them, licking your slick from his fingers, rolling your tongue over them in the same way you know he loves on his cock, your eyes training directly on his with no shame as you pull off them with a ‘pop’. You giggle slightly, biting at your bottom lip as Joel leans down to kiss you, tasting you on your own mouth, tasting yourself still lingering on his tongue.

“Taste good, don’tcha baby?” He smirks, pushing you back, watching you intently as he strips himself of his clothes.

You don’t think you’ll ever quite get over how beautiful a man he is when he stands in front of you naked. Defined and muscular at his chest, with those big arms that wrap around you, his belly, spattered with hair trailing all the way down until you get to his cock, hard, almost painfully so at this point. His strong thighs that you love to nestle yourself between at night. He is truly a spectacle and it’s moments like this that you still don’t quite believe he’s yours.

He settles back on the bed, between your thighs, your hands grip at those broad shoulders as he reaches between the two of you, fisting the base of his cock, moving his hips slowly so his cock drags through your slick folds, the bulbous head nudging at your clit as he fists himself, spreading your wet along his length. You feel him settle himself at your entrance, pushing his hips forward just enough to give you just the tip. His nose runs along your jawline, kisses from his mouth trailing just behind, as he rocks his hips into your own, but only ever enough that it’s just the tip of his cock inside.

“Beg for it baby,” He breathes into your skin, “You want my cock?”

“Want it so bad, Joel,” You whine, moving your hips into his to try and take him deeper, but he’s gripping your thigh, warning you not to push it, “Please, Joel, please fuck me.”

“Beggin’ for it even though you ain’t gonna come?” He teases, one hand moving up to your chest to pull the cups of your bra down, fingers taking your nipple and rolling.

“Wanna feel you.” You say, burying your head into his neck, pressing your own kisses to his skin.

Joel seems to find that satisfactory, slowly pushing himself all the way into you, dragging himself all the way out again. He leans back a bit, gripping you behind your knees to press your thighs as far into your chest as he can get them. Then he really does fuck you. He’s big, and although you know you can take him, it’s always a shock to you that it’s so easy. That he can pound into you with the ferocity he currently is, tip of his cock brushing against your cervix in that perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Awful quiet baby,” He gasps out, watching you bite at your bottom lip, “Don’t like it when you don’t get to feel good?”

You shake your head, Joel dragging himself all the way out of your aching cunt, flipping you over onto your belly. He presses his palm into the back of your neck, keeping your lower half pressed to the bed, whilst his other hand drags you up onto your knees, ass in the air for him as he guides his cock right back to you, thrusting back in all the way. You always loved it when Joel fucked you like this. The angle always managing to feel just perfect as he fucks you.

The only sound in the room is that of your combined moans, little grunts from him and whines from your mouth, and the sound of his hips hitting yours, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. You’re starting to regret asking for this, because God it would be so easy for him to reach round, press his fingers to your clit and tip you over the edge in seconds. If it wasn’t for the way his hand was pressing at the nape of your neck, you could do it yourself, so desperate to feel the euphoria of coming undone around him.

Joel’s thrusts are getting more frantic, even though it’s only been nine months of you together, you know he’s not going to last much longer. He slides his hand down and into the hair on the back of your head, gripping it tightly in his fist to drag your head up and out of the material of the bed. The sounds of yours once muffled by the duvet under you now let loose into the room, echoing around the walls and doing nothing but egging him on, getting him closer to the finish line.

“You like this, huh?” He asks you from behind, “Like getting’ used, baby?”

“Yes Joel,” Because you do, despite knowing you don’t get to finish, something about him being selfish with you, using you just get himself off, makes you unbelievably wet, “Still feels good.”

You can hear him chuckle, fingers of his other hand gripping so hard to your hip that you’re sure he’s going to bruise you there. You don’t mind, not really, you love carrying him around with you like that. Secret marks on your skin, evidence that you’re his that only you know, only you can see, apart from when he bites at your neck, claiming you in front of everyone.

“I’m close baby,” You can hear from behind you, the grip his hand has in your hair arching your back perfectly, angling him just so that if he just carried on like this for a few minutes you think he could make you come just like this, “You want it inside?” He asks, “Want me to fill you up?”

This was new between the two of you, still exciting. After months of using condoms, never once a complaint from Joel, you’d held up the tiny packet of pills, the ones you’d been taking for a week in secret. Asked him to fuck you bare, fill you up with every drop if his cum, and the two of you were struggling to find a way of finishing that you enjoyed more than this.

“Please,” You beg, whimpering as he gives another tug to your hair, pulling you back into him even further, “Please Joel.”

“Ain’t no need for beggin’ now baby,” He groans thickly behind you, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You feel his hips slam into the plush of your ass a few more times before he goes still, groaning deep from his chest as you feel the warmth of his cum spread through your cunt. You can feel your own walls fluttering around him, taking his spend as deep as you can whilst trying to catch your breath.

Fuck. You can hear him sucking in ragged breaths from behind you, hands still gripping your hips as he pulls himself from you. You whine at the loss of him, push your hips back trying to coax him into giving you what you want. God, this was such a stupid thing to want. Why would you want Joel to deny you the very thing he’d proved over and over again was the one thing he would give you without question? You’re desperate, and it wouldn’t take much, he’d have you screaming his name in less than a minute.

“Please Joel,” You beg, “Please baby.”

“What’s that?” He asks from behind, you can feel his chest lay across your back, pushing you down into the mattress, his cock still semi-hard against the cheeks of your ass, “You beggin’ for it, baby?”

“Make me come.” You demand, like a little brat.

“Awww baby,” He coos into your ear, hand coming to grip the back of your neck, “I’m such a mean man, aren’t I?” You nod your head, hoping it shakes his resolve, “Leaving you all wet and needy.” His teeth nip at your jaw, he pushes himself off you and then completely off the bed.

You turn onto your back, watching as he picks up his clothes to get dressed. Why did you ask for this? You spread your legs, finger dipping down inside your pussy, dragging out the mix of slick and his spend to drag up to your clit. It wouldn’t take very long, already so worked up and sensitive, but he catches you before you can get there, hands tearing your own away from you.

“Don’t be naughty,” Joel chastises, tugging on your wrist to get you to sit at the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees, loops your panties right over your ankles and drags them up, “Stand up,” You want to complain, but you do it anyway, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he drags your panties all the way up, pressing a kiss right where the waistband sits, “Be a good girl for the rest of the day and I promise I’ll make you come however you want later, okay?”

It should embarrass you how quickly you nod your head, how your voice promises him you’ll be good for him. He kisses your forehead, helps you put the rest of your clothes on, passes you the glass of water you’d forgotten about earlier.

“Come on,” He says, “Plenty more boxes to pack up.��

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nanistar · 3 months

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A friend of mine is facing homelessness and is looking for support. The good news is that they have a new apartment lined up, but the bad news is if he can't get the funds for the deposit by the end of the month he loses the place and be homeless, as his current rental agreement ends last day of february. He is a black, trans sex worker living in an unsafe environment, and his friend who will be moving in with him is currently in a hostile home with their parents. They are both looking for any support that they can get.

They have a GoFundMe page, and on twitter there is a thread of several artists who are all offering art in exchange for proof of donations. (his account is NSFW but the thread is not.) He also is selling OCs and designs over on toyhouse. here is his roommate's post about it as well.

Any help is appreciated, if you can't donate please reblog and spread the word. he's a great friend and i hate to see him struggling like this.

they currently have $640/$3000

#not gonna tag this as anything bc tumblr nerfs those types of posts. anyway a bunch of you on here are great i know youve got me

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dee-the-red-witch · 2 months

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A GFM update...

Heya! I am so never sure of just what to write on these kind of updates, aside from the obvious bits, so let's cover those-

First off, a HUGE thank you to everyone who's donated so far. Seriously. It means so much. And thanks to all of you, hey, I'm at 1/10th down already, with almost nine months left to go. hopefully we can get there.

And yeah, the second part- I'm only a tenth of the way there so far, and need help still to make sure everything's covered. And I'm not about to do the thing of asking folks who've already donated to throw in more. But if you can spread word about this gfm wherever you can, I would so appreciate it. There's so far to go, and while I'm posting it lots of places, I can't get it everywhere, so any extra help means so much.

And thanks again! More updates and such soon, I hope.

#help #transition fund #signal boost #can we ask for blazes?#transgender #transfem #help please #gfm #gofundme

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jocula-trixie · 1 month

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not an update i want to be making, but tuesday, march 26th, my aunt sandy lost her battle with cancer. at this point, all of the fundraising will go towards covering the cost of her arrangements, paying any remaining medical bills, and making sure my cousin has enough money to get by.

any donations would be greatly appreciated, as well as reblogs to help spread the word.

#fundraiser #mutual aid #cw cancer #cw death

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rayshippouuchiha · 11 months

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There's no easy way to say it but my Mama passed last night.

Any help you guys can give would be greatly appreciated.

Please feel free to share this out and spread the word.

If you would rather not donate through GoFund Me here are the alternate options:

Kofi:

Paypal:

CashApp: $RayShippou

#funeral assistance #fundraising

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mlmxreader · 9 months

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I'm being kicked out and idk how long I've got to find a new place to live

hi, so, y'all know me. uhm, my dad's kicking me out; he hasn't given me a notice period, so I don't know if I have hours, days or what. all I know is that me and my animals HAVE to go, and we need money to do so. I set the goal for £3000, only because that amount of money would cover a deposit on a flat, maybe a couple of months of rent, and also likely necessities that we may need such as food, vet bills, etc.

any and every donation is MORE than appreciated, really, and thank you to everyone who supports by sharing and spreading the word 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#mutual aid #homelessness

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suyacho · 11 months

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cybersex // douma

having a camboy boyfriend wasn’t something on your bucket list, neither was you being the favorite over him, still you weren’t complaining about either of the reasons.

collab post

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - camboy!douma - being recorded/livestreamed (with consent) - teasing - dirty talk - slight oral (f!receiving) - unprotected sex - praise - spit - choking - sightly dacrypholia - creampie - not beta read - 1,6k words

note: this is a piece for @fuwushiguro & @/duckiez’s cybersex collab!! i was going through 5 stages of grief when writing it but ended up liking the results so i hope you guys like it as much as me!! also a big big big thanks to my betas and the people that helped me i appreciate u guys sm🫶

“Easy baby, easy.” Douma taunted, helping you coming down from your high, it not being the first orgasm of the night and surely not the last. “She’s so perfect, so sensitive for me.” Douma mumbled against your thigh, teasingly placing kisses so close to the place where you needed him the most, only for you to let out a needy whine, pulling on his hair harder.

“Douma p-please.” you begged, bucking your hips a bit and being desperate to be filled, only for him to tighten his grip on your thighs and push them against the bed to stop you from moving as he locked eyes with your teary ones, shooting you a stern look.

“Please what baby? Use your words.” Douma whispered just hard enough for you to hear, sloppily licking a long stripe along your folds, humming at the taste of you on his tongue. “She’s so sweet you guys… I bet you’re jealous you can’t have a taste.” Douma spoke, looking over at the camera as he continued working his way on your sensitive clit, your cum and saliva messily dripping down his chin, onto your sheets.

“N-No more, I want you.” you cried out, not knowing if you could take any longer of this. “I want all of you, please.” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Hmm?” Douma mumbled, simply going back to sucking on your clit right after.

“P-Please, I want you to fuck me.” you whimpered, the sudden loss of touch making you whine and clench around nothing, your pussy begging to be filled. “My my, was it that hard to ask nicely baby?” Douma laughed, spitting on his cock and stroking it a few times, eyes glued on you, smirking as you watched him eagerly, spreading your legs even more. “You’re so wet baby– I bet I can just slip in.” Douma murmured, slapping his cock against your folds, laughing at your reaction as he teased his tip at your entrance.

“Please, c-can’t wait no more, I’ve b–” the air being knocked out of your lungs as he pushed in with one quick thrust. A gasp leaving your lips as you grabbed onto the sheets, the slightly burning feeling from the stretch, quickly turning into pleasure.

“Watch how it just slides in.” Douma spoke, grabbing the camera and showing how he thrusted into you, his eyes being glued on your face regardless of filming you. “Feeling good baby?” Douma questioned, giving you a warm smile as he held your side with his free hand. Becoming louder as he picked his pace up.

“Mhm, s-so good, thank you!” you moaned, matching your movements with his tiredly, still being desperate for him to fuck you, regardless of your soreness. “Good girl, just like that baby.”

“My pretty baby takes me so well, isn’t she good you guys?” Douma taunted, putting the camera down again so it showed all the angles and intertwining his fingers with yours, fucking into you at a hungry pace that made him reach the deepest parts of you, moans of his names leaving your lips over and over.

“I always do, don’t I?” you smiled innocently at him, squeezing his hands as he picked up his pace, fucking you deep. “Of course baby.” Douma answered, caressing your body gently yet teasingly with his free hand, knowing all your sensitive spots.

“You know just how to rile a man up.” he laughed at your innocent act, the sound of donations going up from the livestream coming faintly in the back of the sound of skin slapping and your bed creaking.

Douma’s watchers loved you, you might even be their favorite over Douma. Which was funny, since he was the camboy and you were a guest from time to time as his girlfriend. He had no shame in his career, he loved his work and you always have been his number one supporter, knowing that in the end he always fell asleep next to you.

You becoming the favorite happened a few months ago, Douma never hid the fact that he had a relationship, in fact, he always bragged about you. So one day, he suggested you join his stream for a difference and who were you to refuse. He loved showing off and you loved getting fucked by him, it was a win win situation. Yet neither of you could have realized that the numbers would go up so drastically and that people would want to see you more, that bringing you here today.

“Y-You’re so fucking big.” you mewled, clenching around him as you already felt the familiar heat tingling inside of you due to the several orgasms you already had.

“You love it don’t you? You always take me so well.” Douma praised you, gently caressing your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips and you simply nodded in response.

“Open up for me, pretty baby.” Douma ordered and you did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl.” Douma smirked, spitting on your tongue and noticing how you clenched around him, knowing that you liked this.

“Go on, swallow.”

Locking your eyes with his, you swallowed, leaning into his hand as he stroked his thumb over your bottom lip, slightly pushing it into your mouth. Suggesting you to suck it and that’s exactly what you did, just like you would to his cock. Making him change the pace, becoming more feral with each single thrust, loving every second of this.

“See how obedient she is…” Douma smirked, wrapping his hand around your neck, choking you slightly, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of your mouth being empty, but the way he’s choking you making you clamp down on him.

“So needy.” he taunted, leaning closer to you, his lips inches away from yours, trying to tease you. “Just kiss m-me already.” you groaned, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss, his hand around your throat tightening as you let out a moan against his lips, deepening the kiss after.

“Fuuuuck.” Douma groaned, resting his forehead against yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your moans becoming louder and louder.

“I love y-you.” you mumbled sweetly, reaching out to his free hand and intertwining your fingers, squeezing his hands as he fucked you deep, his tip kissing your sweetspot over and over, tipping you closer to the edge.

“I love you too baby.” Douma smiled, pecking your lips as he thrusted into you hard, leaving you choking on a moan, making you buck your hips up in reaction.

“‘s too much!” you cried out, squeezing his hand hard, tears rolling down your cheeks as he continued fucking you like that, making you blabber nonesense and himself the only thing on your mind.

“Oh? Want me to stop then?” Douma teased and you quickly shook your head no, you were so close, of course you didn’t want him to stop.

“No! ‘m sorry, please! I w-wanna cum.” you begged, with trembling legs and blurry sight from the tears.

“That’s more like it.” Douma smirked, watching how he fucked you, cock twitching at the sight. “See how well my pretty baby takes me? She’s such a good girl.” he praised you, noticing how you were getting closer, starting to rub your sensitive clit

“I can’t wait to fill you up, that’s what you want don’t you? You’re squeezing me so tightly baby… trying to milk me dry.” Douma taunted, the way he was fucking you making him near his orgasm as well, his view and the sounds of skin slapping against each other, together with your moans only bringing him closer.

“Mhm please– w-want it inside.” you begged, broken moans and blabbers leaving your lips as your legs trembled, the coil snapping inside of you before you could warn him, gushing all over him and grabbing onto the sheets for support.

“G-Good girl, you’re drenched baby.” Douma groaned, fucking you through your high while tightening his grip on your side, heavy breathing and his cock twitching, knowing he was close.

“Gonna fill you up nicely.” he cursed under his breath, losing his composure while he chased his own high, blabbering random praises while having his eyes glued on you.

“Please.” you begged and that was all it took for him to be tipped over the edge, spilling his load inside of you and fucking it deep while groaning loudly. “Shit baby…” Douma moaned, slowing down his pace and gently stroking your sides in a comforting way.

“You did so well for me baby.” he praised you.

“Thank you Douma.” you gave him a fucked out smile, slowly catching your breathe, watching how he pulled out, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of being empty, gaping around nothing.

“I love you so much.” Douma mumbled, hovering over you and sweetly pecking your lips, pulling back and watching his cum drip out with a proud grin, grabbing the camera from where it’s standing.

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Douma questioned, caressing your body, showing it off as he spread your legs a bit more. “Go on, pretty baby, show them how nicely I filled you up.” he continued, smirking when he noticed how embarrassed you got, like you didn’t just get fucked on stream.

Shyly you reached your hand down, spreading it open to show everyone the cum dripping out, a small whimper leaving your mouth as Douma spat on it. “Such a messy girl.” Douma taunted, putting the camera away while hovering over you once more, leaning closer to your ear to whisper something.

“I should cum inside of you more often.” and somehow, that sounded more like a promise than anything else.

networks: @enchantedforest-network

#douma smut #doma smut #douma x reader #douma x reader smut #doma x reader #doma x reader smut #snow writes; smut

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psychhound · 16 days

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howdy all!!

some of you may remember that i had top surgery back in january of this year. the sale i had to raise money for it was hugely helpful, and i thank all of yall so much for your support with that

unfortunately i didnt have a lot of time between when i was able to schedule the surgery to when the surgery took place to raise money and i ended up about ... $7000 short ... i was able to get the surgery and its been absolutely wonderful and life changing, truly a decade and a half long dream come true, but im now several thousand dollars in debt and thats been hanging over my head in a big way

so ... im hosting a jam!! submissions to the jam will be put in a bundle and proceeds from the bundle will go towards paying off the debt. which means any submissions would be a charitable donation and i will be so so so grateful for them

the jam is gonna go for a few weeks (till may 10th) and then the bundle will run until my birthday on june 14th :o) helping to get some of this paid off will be such a good birthday present

more details on the jam page. spreading the word is soooo appreciated!!!

#indie ttrpgs #itch jam #top surgery #transgender

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vigilante-izuku · 6 months

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hi everyone <3

i wanna make another support post for our darling @lowlights. if you aren't aware, things have been a little rough for our girl medically speaking.

she got diagnosed with cancer not too long ago and she recently had to get surgery earlier this month to remove the tumor.

we had hoped this would solve the problem but, unfortunately, it turns out that type of cancer laura has is extremely rare. so rare that even the doctors are scrambling to figure out a treatment plan.

so everything is a little up in the air right now and we honestly have no idea what the future might look like for the next couple of months. laura is already back at work (because capitalism is a nightmare especially for sick people) but she doesn't have any more paid leave left and won't get paid again until january (which is honestly fucked up. we hate her bosses, booooo).

anyways if you can spare any extra money right now and send it her way, it would be very much appreciated!!! if you can't donate (completely understandable, times are hard!!) please reblog the post and spread the word, she needs as much support as possible right now. thank you <3

#thank you all for your support #we appreciate it SO much #she's really doing everything she can rn #but its really difficult with this new diagnosis #please please donate if you're able to!!!

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baby-yongbok · 8 months

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Poetry

Chapter Two - It's a Date

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, dare I say slow burn? The type that tickles your heart.

Word Count: 2,661

A/N: Ya'll voted for a part 2 but I honestly would've probably made this a mini series regardless 😭. I love this story with my whole heart and I hope you do too. I decided that I'll be uploading the chapters for this series on Thursdays at 6pm EST. Anyway, Enjoy! Any and all feedback is appreciated!

Summary: That cute stranger that you met at your favorite bookstore cafe is anything but a stranger now.

Part One

✧Poetry Series Masterlist✧

✧Main Masterlist✧

(Reading part one before reading this is highly recommended)

“Six o’clock on the dot. We should start paying you for coming here.” Amanda, the cafe owner, joked as you walked through the doors of the small bookstore.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that, I could use the extra money.” You smiled at her as you clutched a stack of books to your chest. “Oh, these are donations by the way. All brand new, my brother is cleaning out his office and business management isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

You place the stack of books neatly on the counter in front of Amanda and she flashes you a genuine smile. “This is why you’re my favorite customer. Here, your next drink is on us.”

Amanda hands you a coupon that you gratefully accept. You’ve learned a long time ago that declining her offers is futile. “Oh and I think that someone is here for you.”

She wiggles her eyebrows teasingly and you furrow yours. You turn around and a soft smile spreads across your face. Your eyes land on Hyunjin’s tall frame sitting cross legged at one of the free tables in the nearly empty cafe. An iced americano in one hand and a book in the other.

“He’s been here for thirty minutes.” Amanda whispers over to you and your smile spreads wider.

“Of course he’s early.” You shake your head, chuckling a bit. “Thanks for the coupon.”

You wave your goodbye to Amanda and start to make your way over to Hyunjin who seems to be completely engrossed in his book. You steal a glance at the cover and raise your eyebrows at his current literary choice.

“Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.” Your voice catches his attention causing him to sit up straighter as he takes you in with a smile.

“You’ve read it?” He asks, referring to your quote as he places his bookmark and closes the novel.

“I’m a bit of a Charlotte Brontë connoisseur.” You reply with a shrug. “I did my thesis on that novel for my senior year of college.”

“I’ll have to pick your brain about it once I’ve finished it.”

You watch him as he stands and stretches a bit. You take a second to drink in his appearance, his orange and black crocodile print sweater and black slacks fitting his frame perfectly. You have no doubt that it’s expensive just like everything else that he’s worn during your Thursday evening meetings. Once he’s satisfied with his stretch he pushes in his chair and circles the table to stand in front of you. He holds a hand out to you and you slip your fingers over his slender ones. He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it gently, a grin pulling at his lips.

“You look lovely tonight.” He looks you over slowly, taking in the form fitting glory of your black pencil skirt and the contrast it has to your baggy maroon sweater tucked in just in the front.

“You say that every Thursday.” You playfully roll your eyes and Hyunjin smiles, shaking his head in agreement.

“Because you look stunning every Thursday. I can’t wait to see you on a Monday or a Tuesday.” You blush a bit, looking away from him in an attempt to hide your reaction.

The two of you have been meeting at this bookstore cafe, Adore, for two weeks now, today being the third. You’ve found yourself planning your outfit for this day of the week as soon as you wake up on Friday. Each time that the two of you say goodbye you can’t help but to think about the next time that you’ll see him and all of the questions that you’ll ask him. Hyunjin was no different, he found himself thinking about you like a teenager who just asked their crush to prom. His roommates started teasing him for the extra work that he’d been putting into his appearance. Every Thursday he’d spend an extra thirty minutes in the bathroom making sure that his hair looked just right since you complement it every time you see him. He’d gone on for about an hour asking his roommate Felix for his opinion on different colognes even though he normally doesn’t bother to wear any. He even took on an earlier work schedule so he’d be available for your meetings. Anything to see you again.

“Thank you.” You whisper and he nods in response. He grabs his bag from the back of his chair and packs his novel away before grabbing his drink.

“Shall we browse?” You nod your head, lacing your fingers together behind your back before taking a step forward. It seems that you both had the same idea since the two of you bump into each other softly. You both chuckle lightly and Hyunjin moves his free hand to the small of your back to guide you in front of him. “Ladies first.”

His words come out in such a whisper that you could barely hear him but that could also be due to your heart thumping in your ears as a chill runs over you. You shake your head trying to play off your reaction to the small physical contact but you can’t help it, his touch is electric. The two of you trail off into the poetry section and you know exactly what you’re looking for.

“I take it that you have someone in mind?” Hyunjin asks with a curious glance as you browse the shelves. You nod, your gaze never leaving the organized spines lined up on the shelves.

“There!” You reach forward quickly, plucking the book from the neat stack and holding it up to show Hyunjin.

“Rupi Kaur, I can’t say that I’m familiar with her.” Your face twists in disapproval causing a small chuckle to fall from Hyunjins blushed lips. “Why don’t you introduce me to her work.”

“ If you like R.H. Sin then you’ll love her.” You look down the aisle both ways to make sure that no one is around before kneeling down and sitting on the dark carpet. Hyunjin looks down at you with furrowed brows as you take off your bag and place it next to you. Once you’re settled you look up at him returning his confused expression. “Are you coming?”

You pat the carpeted floor next to you and Hyunjins confused stare quickly melts into a gentle look of admiration. He nods his head before joining you on the floor, sitting next to you with his back resting lightly on the book shelf. He glances over at you as you study the hardcover book in your hands, your fingers tracing over the embossed words. He takes in the steadiness of your breath and the way you hum ever so slightly when you notice a new detail on the cover. He doesn’t notice the grin that’s creeped across his lips until you look up at him, he looks away quickly as a blush creeps across his cheeks. You mimic his actions, blushing a bit yourself. A few seconds of quiet surround the two of you before Hyunjin breaks the barrier.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing towards the hardcover in your hands. You let out a deep relieved sigh and nod at him. You hand the book over to him, the tips of your fingers brush lightly against his and you both still momentarily at the contact. You both had to have felt that shock run up your spines right? The two of you decide to shake it off quickly, concluding that it was merely a case of static electricity. Hyunjin looks down at the book in his hands, turning it over and taking in the words on the back cover. He clears his throat a bit before reading the text on the back.

“This is the recipe of life, said my mother as she held me in her arms as I wept…” You listen closely to each word that his voice carries. Sinking into your own little bubble, this time that the two of you reserved every Thursday served as a calming ground for the both of you. Nothing else mattered right now, the only thing that exists is the two of you and the poetry that you shared.

“The sun and her flowers.” Hyunjin read the title as he flipped the book back over to its front. “I have to admit that I’m very interested.”

He opens the book to its contents and reads off the name of each section. “ Wilting, Falling, Rooting, Rising, Blooming.”

You nod as you look over the grayed out page with him. “Which section do you think you belong in?”

Hyunjin looks over at you, a bit taken back by your question. Your large doe eyes stared back at his shining narrow ones patiently waiting for his response. “Uh, I don't really know.”

You nod, catching on to his hesitance. You look forward for a second, your eyes mindlessly scanning the spines of the books in front of you before you do what you wanted to do last Thursday. Slowly and carefully you lean your head to the side gently resting your temple on his shoulder. You feel him tense a bit at the sudden contact but he quickly relaxes into your touch even leaning over a bit to give you better access to his shoulder.

“I think that right now I belong in falling.” You watch as Hyunjin silently flips through the pages before landing on the first page of the section you mentioned. He licks his lips before reading the poem.

“I notice everything I do not have and decide it is beautiful.” He lets out a deep sigh that he wasn’t aware that he was holding before shaking his head.

“I think that maybe I belong here too.”

His fingers run over the picture placed under the poem, imitating pencil strokes as he studies it. You turn slightly to look up at him, studying his slow blinks as his brown orbs focus on the page. The gentle air escaping his nose tickles your lashes as he exhales but you don’t dare blink, too afraid that you’ll miss a moment of him. What is this that you’re feeling?

“But I don’t think that I can say that everything that I don’t have is beautiful, not yet.” His eyes don’t leave the page as he continues to imitate the abstract strokes. “Well, there is one thing that I don’t have.”

His words come out in a whisper and his gaze suddenly shifts over to you. His brown orbs are looking deep into yours. Your breathing picks up slightly as you will yourself not to look away.

“And it’s definitely beautiful.” His gaze is intense yet soft as he looks over your features. You notice that his eyes wander over your lips a bit longer than everything else before meeting your eyes again. “I guess I have to convince myself that I deserve beautiful things.”

He lets out a light sigh and you can’t help but to bring your hand to lay on top of his.

“You are more than worthy of beautiful things, Hyunjin.” He grins down at you gently before tearing his gaze away from yours.

“Perhaps I am.” He whispers more to himself than to you. Suddenly he lets out a deeper sigh as he closes the book. “Have you eaten yet?”

You return his sigh as you lift your head from his shoulder. You can’t help but to wonder what he meant, why would he think that he doesn’t deserve to indulge in beauty? You shake the thoughts from your mind, not wanting to ruin your Thursday night with him. “I haven’t”

“Would you like something?”

“I can make something when I get back to my place, money is a bit tight for me right now.”

“My treat.” He hums out simply as he studies the spine of the hardcover in his hands.

“I’m alright.” You chuckle and he looks over at you with a bit of concern drawn on his features.

“Really it’s no problem. I know that I pay every Thursday but it makes me happy that I can provide you with something as small as refreshments every week. It gives me peace of mind.” You blush a bit at his confession, so he does think about you as much as you think about him.

“Well if it means that much to you..” He smiles down at you with a nod.

“It does.” He shifts suddenly as he moves to stand. He holds his hand out to you and you take it, allowing him to help you up. “They make an amazing tomato caprese sandwich here.”

“I’ll try it.” He nods at you happily before taking the lead out of the aisle. You follow closely behind him when suddenly you remember something. “Oh!”

You catch Hyunjin’s attention as you walk up a bit faster to stand beside him. You rummage through your bag until you find what you’re looking for.

“I have a coupon for a free drink!” You muse excitedly and Hyunjin can’t help but to laugh at your sudden elation.

“Keep it, I appreciate it but I’ve got this.”

“Oh come on! Let me help.” You pout a bit as the two of you reach the register and Hyunjin puts in the order for the two of you, he’s already memorized your drink order so little discussion is needed. Once your order is placed and paid he turns to your pouting face with a warm smile.

“You know what? There is a way that you can help.” He slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks and you perk up a bit as you listen to him.

“Anything.” You smile up at him, wide eyed and eager to be of use.

“How about next Thursday we… meet outside of this place. Maybe I could take you on a date?”

A deep blush creeps onto your swarthy cheeks as his question sinks in. Your lips pressed together in a thin line and you shift the position of your feet slightly. Hyunjin looks down at the dark tile nervously as he waits for you to say something, anything. His nerves began to creep up his spine, spewing doubt into his mind. Just as he was about to retract his offer and apologize you let out a breathy chuckle.

“I’d really like that.” A toothy smile spreads across his face once he hears your response and you instantly wear one to match once you take in his reaction.

“Uh, great! I’ll text you the details.” He takes his hand out of his pocket, offering his phone to you. “I can’t believe we haven’t exchanged numbers yet.”

A shy chuckle escapes him as the two of you exchange phones and input your numbers.

“There you go.” You hand his phone back to him, your giddy smile still present on your red painted lips.

“Alright, well um, I’ll text you everything you need to know once I plan it.” He says as he stares down at your contact for a second too long, he bites his lip slightly to try and hold back his smile.

“It’s a date.” You both stand in front of each other smiling like enliven children at an ice cream parlor. “I’ll go grab us a table.”

Hyunjin nods at you as you turn on your heels and make your way to your usual booth. He watches you as you walk away from him with awestruck eyes. He allows himself to smile now that you aren’t looking, his eyes turning into shining crescents as excitement builds inside of him. He glances down at your contact one last time before locking his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket, He glances over at you before turning to face the cafe counter and whispers to himself.

“It’s a date.”

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soft-stims · 16 days

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Hello, I’m currently struggling and need help for this upcoming month. I am currently working 15 hours a week. And my rent is only 500 and I don’t have enough for rent. I get paid weekly but I take ubers to and from work that are very expensive due to distance. And my paychecks aren’t enough. I’m going to need that paycheck to at least pay a small portion of my rent to then pay the another half the following week. This is going to leave me without any money for ubers. The good news is that I have an interview for a full time position that promises good hrs and good pay the only things is I won’t have money for ubers and I also have my phone bill this coming month. I’m going to need help paying my ubers even if I do get this job as I would receive my first paycheck at the end of May (after working there for 3 weeks). I’m sharing my cashapp and venmo below. Please any amount you can offer will help a bunch and I will truly appreciate. I’m hoping I get hired at this new job so that I will no longer be struggling. To clarify the money will not go to rent but to ubers and my phone bill for the month of May. Every little donation will help. I can’t express the gratitude and the appreciation I have for you all 💗 This is my first time struggling this bad and I would never ask for help but unless I really truly need it. I suffer from sever depression so it has taken an absolute toll on my mental health. Every donation counts no matter the amount. In total with my phone bill and the ubers will cost $300. I am embarrassed that I have to do this but the situation is this dire.

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I don’t have a large following so I was wondering if you can help spread the word pls. Thank you so much! 💗 wish you the best and hope that you remain safe ✨

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lunar-witches · 4 days

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Hey everyone, I really hate to do this but I really could use the help.

My bank account is currently is in the negative (-$233) due to missing time from work for mental/physical health reasons. I don't get paid until next week and I want to try and do what I can so that my entire paycheck won't be sucked up by my overdraft.

Any and all help would be so so soooo beyond appreciated. Whether you choose to donate or simply reblog to spread the word. I would be forever indebted to you. Truly.

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blooberrytea · 27 days

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Connections Pt. 4

Pt: 1 2 3 4

~ Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

That night might as well have been branded into your brain. The night of the revolution.

You were drunk on emotions and adrenaline. You and your favorite android had gotten into an argument about the deviants and whether you were on the right side of history. You’d followed Connor into Jericho, intent on stopping him from making that huge mistake you knew he was en route to. You picked out his ridiculous beanie and human disguise in the sea of androids, but you lost him as quickly as you’d found him. Then the ship exploded, and you didn’t know if he’d even made it out.

You’d somehow managed to find your way home through the chaos that was Detroit that night. Every liquor store was shut tight, and all you had was cheap beer. Safe to say, you weren’t in the mood for that. You’d crashed on the couch and barely managed to turn the news on before exhaustion overtook you.

It was around 3 in the morning when a hurried knock woke you. Groggy, you pushed yourself up and waddled your way to the door– Upon opening it, you found a certain brunette. He was now stripped of his human disguise and stood before you in his standard suit and tie.

Few words were spoken before his lips found yours, his hands landing on your waist and backing you into your home, his fingers sliding under your shirt. His synthetic breath hot against your skin as he kissed down your neck. Your hands found their way into his hair–

“Detective?”

Your face flushed as you met Connor’s eyes, “Sorry- What?”

“We’re here.” His eyes shifted out your window, and you followed his gaze.

After the revolution, Markus had petitioned to convert an abandoned apartment building into an all-android facility. Several months and several donations later, he opened Elysium. Elysium was the modern-day Jericho, a place where androids could feel safe. Many weren’t ready to enter society on their own quite yet. Not that it was an easy thing to do anyway. Detroit was still adjusting to integrating androids into its daily life.

You swallowed harshly as you got out of the car, trying to calm your heart rate before Connor asked any questions. The android came to stand beside you as you took in the building, his arm brushing against yours. You subtly took a step to the side, putting distance between you.

“What’re the odds he’s here?”

“I don’t know who else would give him a place for all those pigeons.” Connor hummed and pulled the entry door open, “Shall we?”

“I suppose we shall.”

The lobby was warm and homey. You had a gut feeling North was responsible for the decor. Her ability to make a room feel inviting was honestly impressive, considering how confrontational she was. You’d met her a handful of times while working with Markus. She seemed sweet, but she probably wouldn’t hesitate if you crossed her. Connor had told you vaguely about North’s experience with humans; you really couldn’t blame her for being distrustful.

Markus stood waiting for you at the front desk, his face lighting up as he caught sight of you and pulled you into a hug.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.

“I appreciate your willingness in this case, Markus. I know it isn’t easy,” you replied.

Markus gave a small nod. “It’s easier for me than others. They’re still uneasy. Rupert is on the roof. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you should wait here, Connor.”

Connor’s expression shifted into a frown, but he nodded nonetheless. “I understand.”

You placed a reassuring hand on Connor's shoulder. “We won’t be long.”

Markus led you to the elevator, and the two of you stood in silence as the machine ascended through the floors.

“I trust Connor,” Markus began.

“I know,” you interjected.

“The others aren’t so forgiving, especially those who came face to face with him.”

“Markus, I get it,” you assured him.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened to the roof, and you were suddenly bombarded with the sounds of cooing pigeons.

“Connor said he was friendly with birds, but I really didn’t expect this-”

Markus let out a soft laugh as the two of you stepped out, “You’ll get used to it.”

An android, who you could only assume to be Rupert, stood in a flurry of pigeons, tossing out handfuls of birdseed– His face obscured by a baseball cap.

“Rupert!” Markus called, effectively catching the others' attention.

As the two of you approached, you were finally able to make out his features. There was a faint discoloration around his nose, almost like a scar. You’d seen this android before, briefly in the evidence room.

After the revolution, Markus had asked for the androids in evidence to be turned over to him. You had assumed that they were given proper burials; you definitely didn’t expect him to repair the ones in better condition. The deviant leader's earlier request wasn’t just about Connor being an off-putting site.

“Hi, Rupert. I’m a detective at the DPD. I wanted to get your input on something,” you greeted.

Rupert looked to you from Markus, his eyes sweeping over your form before he turned to you.

“You’re Connor’s friend.”

You paused briefly, carefully choosing your words. "We work in proximity to one another, yes.”

“Is he with you?”

“No, no he isn’t.”

Rupert visibly relaxed at that, “What do you need to know?”

“I specialize in android crimes. Currently, I’m investigating what we believe to be a serial murderer,” you explained, pulling a file out of your bag, “The most recent victim had this symbol left on their arm.”

You extended the photo of the labyrinth to Rupert, watching his reaction closely.

Rupert’s features hardened as he examined the photo, “A labyrinth? Oh RA9, you don’t think I did this?”

You shook your head, “No, no, of course not. I just know you’re familiar with the symbol. I was hoping you could give me insight into possible connections.”

“In Greek mythology, The Labyrinth was a maze commissioned by King Minos and designed by the architect Daedalus. I’m unsure of how this connects to your case, Detective,” Rupert frowned, “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

You pursed your lips as you tucked the file back into your bag, “Thank you for your time, anyway.”

The elevator ride back down felt suffocating. The awkwardness between you and Markus stretched on endlessly. It wasn’t his fault. It felt like every string you followed in this case led to a dead end. You were stuck in a labyrinth of your own.

Connor was on his feet the moment you stepped into the lobby.

“Well, what’d he say?” he asked, urgency lacing his voice.

"Nothing," you replied curtly, brushing past him without a second glance. Connor furrowed his brows as he followed you out of the building.

“Detective-”

“Can you run that quote from the files on my computer? The one about beatings and iron bars.”

Connor paused, his LED flickering yellow as he searched.

“It’s a quote from a Greek mythology retelling. Spoken by–”

“Daedalus,” you finished for him, halting in your steps and meeting Connor’s gaze. “It seems our unsub has a recurring theme.”

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