#Are all dating apps sketchy?

[artemismatchalatte]

Does anyone else have problems with Her being scammy?

I just got spammed by a bunch of unverified accounts... again. :/

I'm getting catfish vibes from the woman I'm talking to right now. She has no posts on her Instagram at all. I'm a bit sussed out right now. :(

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[maku-ree]

y'all...

[mylifestylearedilfs]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ joost klein x tinder date!reader ࿐ྂ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OCEAN EYES : mention of sex (but no smut) fluff ; use of alcohol ; imagine ; all is fictional ; english is not my first language

(part two)

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ CREATING AN ACCOUNT on tinder wasn’t on your to do list, but after another failed attempt on meet your future ‘husband’ in real life, you decided to seek luck at this app. after choosing your best pictures, you set your profile with hope that you wouldn’t have to text with all of those weirdos that probably were on this site, asking themselves why i don’t have girlfriend?

you honestly couldn’t understand people (mostly the whole alfa men) on this kind of platforms, where they acted like they’re better than everyone else, but in reality they wouldn’t even say ‘hi’ to you. also what’s the point of having a dating app, if you can’t even properly ask the other person to date. you personally hated texting, it was the worst way to communicate, because you weren’t able to show your emotions clearly and it was easier to misunderstand the intentions.

you tried to ignore all suspicious looking people, but you lose hope, when even people your type were weird or impolite towards you. you were close to just delete app and forget about everything that happened. but then you received some kind of ‘super like’ from very good looking blonde man, the first thing that caught your attention was his bright blue eyes. how ironic, you thought. blonde hair and blue eyes, if he were a girl, he definitely would be miss universe. but god knew that he would be too powerful if he was a woman.

before you even checked his profile, you saw that he already messaged you. he already had big plus, because it was usually you who needed to start a conversation.

‘you & me, beer in an hour?’ okay, he definitely was really straightforward but you couldn’t tell that you didn’t liked it.

‘okay’

it was an irresponsible decision, but you couldn’t care less right now. you were truly tried of the endless conversations about nothing, you needed some adrenaline in your life. and even if it turn out that he’s a murderer, you will have an interesting story to tell your future kids — of course if you will survive in that scenario.

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it was almost twenty minutes after the set time, but you still waited like a fool, because you were curious if you were just scammed at this point. when your second cigarette started to slowly gutter out, you checked your phone to see if he tried to inform you about his lateness, but as you thought — nothing. you were honestly irritated that you couldn’t met a proper guy, not even for a relationship but just good sex, apparently you just missed to have someone close, in physical and mental way.

fuck it. you said to yourself and deleted this stupid dating app, right after you did that, you heard someone’s calling your name. before you turned around, you throw out a cigarette.

“i get it that i’m late, but you don’t have to ignore me” you saw the blonde guy in front of you, with two bottles of wine in his hands and two beer cans in his jeans pockets.

“so your real miss universe, nice to meet you” you said with a bit of irony in your voice, and he just laughed, giving you bootle of alcohol.

“or maybe i’m just in your imagination, guess we will never know” he said with smile, and you realised that he loved to laugh a lot, but honestly that was exactly what you needed now. some positive energy. “but now let’s go, shall we?”

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at first it was supposed to be quick meeting to get each other better and then probably forget about the existence of each other. but to your surprise it turned out that you were sitting in some sketchy looking place with joost for almost four hours already, and the fun only began.

you couldn’t believe that your perfect type of person was right in front of you and he was interested in you, which was the most unbelievable part. he was the first person that could make you laugh only by saying something random, or maybe it was because you were under the influence of weed, that you just smoked. either way his ability to turn every little thing into a joke was hilarious and you simply loved it.

suddenly you both became silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable for you, which was also something new. all you could hear was the sound of wind and some other birds but you decided to interrupt the silence.

“you want to come to my place?” you said without thinking twice, well. . . let’s be honest your brain wasn’t working at all at the moment.

“to do what?” he looked at you with his typical smirk, sipping his beer.

“obviously to play monopoly” you said sarcastically, but underneath you had a little smile. “i want you to fuck me” you added and he seemed to be taken aback with your directness, as he watched you getting up.

“so you’re coming or i will need to please myself on my own?” you said, walking slowly in the direction of your house.

“you don’t need to tell me twice” he quickly said and you just chuckled as you felt his hands on your waist.

that was a great match, for sure.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for attention! hope you liked it!

[sanzaibian]

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m still in love. And it made me do some crazy stuff.

Let me talk to you about my first love. Unrequited, of course, but still, first love.

His name was Liam. Skinny, tall, handsome, you know how late middle-school crushes look like. He was sociable, unlike me, but we still did have the kind of deep discussions that I like having, about niche interests, walking back and forth the schoolyard. I was obsessed with him, letting my imagination run wild with scenarios involving him, ranging from seeing him out of school (shock horror ! … it was actually a big deal for me...) to being somehow abducted inside his body and living life as him, with him at the helm and me helping him in daily activities. I also imagined fantastic stories about him being a herald of a magical organization of which I was also part or to which he initiated me. I even wrote them, and hold dear to my heart those worlds I made involving me and Liam.

I even planned on marrying his sister just to be close to him, because I could of course not be in a relationship with him.

Oh, sorry, did I not mention that I was denying I was anything but straight at the time ? Sorry for the misunderstanding. But yes, the whole time I interacted with my first love, I thought he was just a very important friend. How shocking it was to find out just a few years later that I was indeed in love with him.

Sigh.

The problem is that it didn’t stop there, when life drew us to continue school in separate places. After that time, and even now, I see him in anyone looking anything like him. For example, take this guy :

It’s not him.

He’s older, and if I look more closely, I find more and more differences.

However, I look at him, and can only see Liam.

It drove me crazy. Those look-alikes didn’t all look alike, some being buff, some having some stubble, some even being quite short, but all sharing the same short hairstyle, and that unmistakable face.

I just… couldn’t move on, move on from a crush on a straight guy on which I never made any move. I tried finding other people to have crushes on, to fall in love with, perhaps even date, yet I failed at every step. Failed in seeing attractive men as anything more than just that, attractive, failed in meeting men with which to create meaningful relationship, failed in finding any place in the LGBT community.

And punctuating all of that, a slow but steady stream of Liam look-alikes were met in the street.

So don’t blame me if I finished by believing in my own fantasies, that we were in a magical world, with him seeking me to be a part of it, whence all of his appearances in the street. Plus, growing more and more isolated, who was there to bring me back to reality ? Certainly not the internet, as I sought out more and more obscure websites in the quest to understand what was happening to me.

It lead me first of all to psychological knowledge, most of which I have forgotten since then, then to occult, to erotica in a strange turn of events, and then, finally, to that one website that seemed to be the key to all my questions. It was on a weird Weibo post, that kind that leaves links to websites with passwords to open pirated content, that I first encountered. Thankfully, all of my yearning gave me enough frustration to study Chinese enough to read it with a dictionary on the side, so I was able to understand what that post was about.

At first I was skeptical. It was sketchy, plus what it promised was ludicrous… a simple app that would be able to answer any question with 100% accuracy, plus it claimed to use no AI. It also promised to get some “real experience of the answer”, whatever that may mean – assuming my translation of “实际的答案经历” is even correct.

However, at that point, I was desperate to get anything conclusive from this endeavor.

So I entered my question inside the machine, in the best of my poor Chinese, and asked “為什麼我遇到很多像Liam的人？” (Why do I meet a lot of people like Liam ?). Looking back, I should have written my question using simplified characters instead of traditional characters, it might have confused the app…

When I entered the question, it simply answered “谢谢您的问题！请等一下答案经验准备好了！” (Thank you for your question ! Please wait a bit for the experience of the answer to be prepared !). I felt like I was cheated on, even though I didn’t really expect much. At least give me a paywall to be angry at, but no, it was an empty sentence, giving me no catharsis for the long search for any answer to all the Liams I saw. Of why he was still sticking in my mind, of why I couldn’t move on properly.

At that point, it was already late, so, with no catharsis, I decided that this was just not worth it. I uninstalled the app, looking back likely also a mistake, and decided to clock out for the night.

I didn’t sleep well that night, moving a lot, and never able to completely enter the realm of dreams. Instead of plunging in a seemingly instant coma, I was slowly and painfully experiencing all the hallucinations of slumber, tense and sweating.

The next day, when I woke up, nothing felt right.

The bed didn’t feel right, the room didn’t feel right, the weight didn’t feel right, the hair didn’t feel right… even the morning wood didn’t feel right. Yet… there was something undeniably familiar to everything. As if it’s inside the uncanny valley between being what is known to me and what isn’t. I stood up, the height also didn’t feel right… I walked a bit dizzily, and though I could blame my recent waking for that, the way my weight was distributed was too strange to dismiss it on this basis.

So, as any good protagonist in the erotica stories I read in my futile quest, I headed for the bathroom. The house layout wasn’t what I remembered, yet it still felt familiar and easy to navigate, so I found my way to it.

And although I already expected it, all the clues pointing to this very fact, I was still shocked when I saw my reflection.

Let me tell you, nothing, nothing can prepare you for the experience of looking at a stranger in the mirror. Not even dysphoria, I tell you.

Because it was so unsettling, seeing the one thing that is supposed to always be familiar, that is supposed to only change little by little, so slowly enough that the human brain cannot process it changing, be so radically different. To not look like oneself, to not have even the same shape, as I was suddenly buff.

And to look like Liam.

I was unable to do anything but stand, bewildered, in front of the mirror, for quite a long while, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. However, finally, I snapped out of my inaction. I automatically reached for the gel and spiked my hair up, even though I never even touched hair gel in my entire life, before going back to my bedroom to find my computer.

All I found was a laptop, but it sufficed. I go little by little to find back the trace of that Weibo post – installing a Chinese keyboard at the same time – but find little luck. Although I did find some familiar-looking webpages and links, I had a hard time finding anything…

Then, suddenly, it was 10AM, and I remembered that I was supposed to go to the gym. And that I didn’t even take the time to prepare my protein shake… God, I was so taken by my sudden transformation that I didn’t even think about the essential !

It took me until I was greeted by the gym receptionist as “Liam” to notice that I wasn’t actually supposed to work out, only the body I was in was.

It shook me, but not enough to forget to answer the receptionist as I always do. I put away my things in the locker room, and made my way to the machines, performing a well-oiled routine, going from one machine to the other automatically. It was good that everything came to me this naturally, as otherwise I would have found myself silly, standing in front of the machines wondering how they worked.

As I was working out, I was thinking on this whole… experience. Quite clearly, I am not who I used to be, nor where I used to be, yet I was acting perfectly reasonably inside the role of the one who is called Liam – that is not, to my disappointment, the Liam I knew. I only look like him. It seems that, somehow, the Liam I inhabit and I merged, letting me insert myself in the life of that Liam seamlessly, yet still keeping my shock, my interests and my wishes intact. As if I was living the life of the one I had taken the body of, only really acting like myself when the Liam I now am has no obligations.

Coming back “home”, I continued my search, and found the original app that triggered this whole thing. Yet, I couldn’t find a way to reverse what it had done, not within the app, nor inside the documentation, plus the app wouldn’t grand any other answer but “谢谢您使用我们应用，请跟朋友转转！” (Thanks for using our app, please share a bit with friends !).

So I guess I now have to live inside this alien body that is in all manners similar to my first love, even in name. I mean, there are worse fates, especially as this Liam thankfully also seems to be into men, yet I cannot help but feel unhappy about this arrangement. Although I now partly am the Liam I inhabit, I can’t help but feel like I have robbed him of his life, forcing him to sit at the back of my mind, experiencing his life in the third person. Plus, I can’t possibly get used to not being me, and especially not to looking just like the Liam of my memories.

Which lead me to my realization that motivated me to write about this.

The reason why I still find Liam everywhere in the streets (even now, inside the body of one of his look-alikes) isn’t that he has facial features rare enough to be noticeable, yet common enough to be shared by a big number of people. No, it’s the fact that I’m still thinking of him, which makes my brain look for people who look like him, whence seeing the resemblances with the Liam I knew rather than all the differences. And why do I still think of him ? The answer seems to be that I still haven’t moved on, that I’m still in love with my first love.

However, now that his face is the one that is reflected in the mirror...

Am I ever going to be able to move on and find love ?

[sunny-and-moonbow]

Sugar Daddy Pro Hero Deku x Reader

Word count: 562

Warnings: none, general fluff, sugar daddy/sugar baby

A/n: wip to test out a different idea to usual

Summary: In a sleep deprived state you meet a mysterious stranger on a dating site you'd all but given up on

Masterlist

You wish you could say you met him before he was a pro hero, but that would just be a lie. You also wish you could say you weren’t with him for his money, but that would just be another lie. Not that you actually have to talk about your relationship with the pro hero, it being a secret and all

You met him on a pretty sketchy website that advertised ‘sugar daddies’, in desperate need of help paying off your university student loans, you caved and began searching. You met a bunch of duds who wanted nudes upfront, that just made you shudder and consider abandoning the website all together. It was like a normal dating app, being immediately sexualised or given the driest conversation known to man and expected to somehow be interested. It was absolutely exhausting, and you began to use the site less and less. Your work and school commitments getting in your way.

Most hope was lost after a couple of months of texting the older guys on the site. Until one night you were idoly scrolling, laid on your side under your cosy covers. You tried, and failed to stifle a yawn, eyes watering as they clench shut, your right hand came up to your face and the back of your hand pressed against your gaping lips. The glare of your phone caused you to squint your now sensitive eyes, the ding of a notification from your semi-abandoned website drawing your eyes to the time in the corner of the screen.

2:14am

Well shit. You were SUPPOSED to go to sleep early, your recent sleep debt building to an unfixable amount with your intense workload from your courses and all the extra shifts you picked up in an attempt to simply get by, to just pay your rent. 

The message had come through from an anonymous sender, never a good sign. But you guess in your sleep deprived state, that little voice of logic got rugby slammed into a wall. Before you thought twice, your index finger inched towards the notification, opening up the site. The message read:

‘Hello! Tell me about yourself!’

Well that's not much to go on, but that's expected of an anonymous account-ooo maybe he was famous or something and didn’t want his fans to find him! That means lots of money, this site may work out after all. Either way, him asking about you and not dominating the conversation talking about only himself was a first. Too good to be true.

You warily stare at the message for sometime, before giving into impulse and deciding to respond, giving him your name and other basic details that weren’t too personal. His responses came almost immediately, shocking you a little at first but you quickly got used to it. As the conversation crawled along, your responses slowed, unable to keep up with the previous pace, your eyelids began to droop, your tired state preventing you from supporting their weight. As they begin the water and the fuzz takes over your vision, you just barely manage to make out the three dots disappearing and reappearing, before a short but sweet message comes through.

‘Get some sleep, its late ❤️’

A small smile tugs at your lips before your eyes lock shut, phone slipping from your hands into the mattress, the conversation left open. 

Thoughts?

-Sunny 🌞🧡

[rhosyn-du]

The Case of the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Dates, chapter 1

Dead Boy Detectives/The Sandman crossover | Jenny Green/Johanna Constantine | Explicit | WIP

Tags for this chapter: Case Fic, Strangers to Lovers, Casual Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Panic Attacks

Link on AO3

For the @sandman-rarepair-fest prompts Strangers to Lovers, AU/Crossover, and Femslash

Summary:

Jenny didn't leave her flat planning to have a semi-public anonymous hookup. She was supposed to be having drinks—and hopefully sex—with a woman she met through a dating app Crystal talked her into downloading—"I'm not saying you should go out looking for your soulmate; I'm just saying maybe you'd feel better if you got laid. Have you even relaxed for five minutes since you got off the plane?"—but Natalya hadn't shown up at the pub she suggested they meet at. But there there was a pretty brunette at the bar with a cocky smirk and a foul mouth who turned out to be every bit as hot as she was annoying and also extremely down for a quick fuck in the restroom and absolutely nothing more than that. Which is probably for the best, Jenny figures. Someone who isn't interested enough to take her home or even ask her name is far less likely to turn out to be a grifter or a control freak or a stalker with homicidal tendencies.

The last thing Jenny wants or needs is to get dragged into another one of the Dead Boy Detective Agency’s cases. Unfortunately, the universe has it out for her. At least the sex is good?

Public restrooms are nicer in London than in Port Townsend. Jenny's been told with a startling amount of vehemence by multiple people that they're nicer all over the UK than anywhere in the States, but she hasn't exactly done a personal survey of the country. Even with her limited experience of public restrooms—toilets, she thinks inanely; they're called toilets here—she can definitely say she's never been tempted to have sex in the toilet of a sketchy pub before.

"Your jeans are too damned tight," the woman whose name Jenny didn't bother asking complains between heated kisses.

"You seemed plenty happy with them when you were checking out my ass," Jenny points out, pausing in her quest to unfasten the truly stupid number of tiny buttons on the woman's shirt to help unfasten her own jeans.

Jenny didn't leave her flat planning to have a semi-public anonymous hookup. She was supposed to be having drinks—and hopefully sex—with a woman she met through a dating app Crystal talked her into downloading—"I'm not saying you should go out looking for your soulmate; I'm just saying maybe you'd feel better if you got laid. Have you even relaxed for five minutes since you got off the plane?"—but Natalya hadn't shown up at the pub she suggested they meet at. But there there was a pretty brunette at the bar with a cocky smirk and a foul mouth who turned out to be every bit as hot as she was annoying and also extremely down for a quick fuck in the restroom and absolutely nothing more than that. Which is probably for the best, Jenny figures. Someone who isn't interested enough to take her home or even ask her name is far less likely to turn out to be a grifter or a control freak or a stalker with homicidal tendencies.

And it's extremely unlikely Natalya would have been this talented with her fingers, holy fuck. Jenny makes a noise she's not at all proud of, head falling back against the wall of the toilet stall as the woman works her clit with deft fingers that don't seem at all hindered by the tightness of her jeans.

"Knew you'd be loud once I got you going," the woman says smugly, urging one of Jenny's legs up over her hip to give her better access.

Jenny wants to argue, but she's really not in any position for it, so she settles for unceremoniously pulling open the last of the buttons on the woman's shirt and finally getting her hands on her tits while doing her best to bite back the sounds she wants to be making.

The woman pushes into Jenny's touch with a pleased hum. "That wasn't a complaint, to be clear." She leans in, their difference in height being just enough to put her lips against Jenny's throat, over the racing beat of her pulse, as she says, "Let me hear you."

"Are you trying to get us kicked out?" Jenny asks even as she shifts her weight so that her own thigh is pressed firmly between the other woman's, and her thumbs brush over stiff nipples.

"Not gonna happen," the woman gasps, rolling her hips eagerly against Jenny's thigh. "The owner owes me."

Any attempt Jenny might have made to ask what exactly the owner owes is completely derailed by the woman sliding two of those clever fingers inside Jenny's cunt as she scrapes her teeth along Jenny's neck in sharp counterpoint. There's no hope of keeping quiet then, not with the woman's fingers inside her while her thumb works her clit, alternating sloppy kisses and sharp nips and sharper curses against Jenny's throat while she rides Jenny's thigh like it's her fucking job.

It's quick and it's frenzied and it's nothing at all like most of the sex Jenny has had in her life. It's also kind of amazing. She tilts her head down so she can capture that filthy mouth with her own, and then lets herself get lost in the slick slide of fingers and tongues, in the frantic rutting and the desperate, grasping pleasure that rises in her like a tidal wave: inevitable and devastating.

Jenny screams when she comes, not even caring anymore who might hear, especially with the woman gasping a litany of fuck, fuck, fuck as she works Jenny through the aftershocks, her own hips starting to stutter. Jenny has just enough piece of mind to grab the woman by the hips, pulling her tight against her thigh as she shudders through her own orgasm moments later.

They stay like that for a few moments as they catch their breath. Just as Jenny is starting to feel the faintest twinges of awkwardness—Do you kiss after a toilet stall hookup? Is that a thing? Should she say thank you? What's the etiquette here?—the woman pulls back with a soft laugh.

"Fuck, I needed that."

Jenny's agreement turns into a gasp as the woman pulls her fingers from Jenny's cunt, seeming to consider for half a second before popping them into her mouth and sucking them clean.

Jenny realizes she's staring and quickly looks away, busying herself with the process of refastening her jeans and making some vague attempt and straightening her clothes so she doesn't look quite so much like she just got extremely well-fucked by a complete stranger.

When she looks up again, the woman is fastening the last of the buttons on her shirt, looking far less flustered than Jenny feels.

"Right," Jenny says. "I'm gonna—" She gestures toward the exit. "Thanks," she adds, and then she leaves before she can find out if that was entirely the wrong thing to say.

She feels a brief moment of relief when she heads back out into the pub and the woman behind the bar doesn't give her a second glance—maybe she hadn't been quite so loud as she thought?—but then she sees how the three women at the table closest to the restroom are looking at her, and she ducks her head and hightails it out into the comforting blanket of fog that feels almost like home if she doesn't look or listen too closely.

She's halfway back to her flat before she realizes that she really does feel better, and much less tense than she has been since she arrived in London four months ago. Maybe even less tense than she's felt since before she watched the woman trying to kill her die a gruesome death in front of her and got possessed by a literal demon and watched her livelihood go up in flames and, oh yeah, started seeing ghosts.

Dammit.

Crystal is going to be so fucking smug when she finds out she was right.

~~~

"I take it the date went well?”

Briana is usually Jenny's favorite coworker, partly because she mixes a better drink than any other bartender Jenny's met, and partly because she doesn't usually ask about Jenny's personal life.

"It wasn't a date," Jenny says, reaching for her apron. "And anyway, she didn't show."

Briana studies her. "But you did have a good time last night." It's not a question.

"A better time than I'm having right now," Jenny tells her, pulling on her hair net.

Jenny is extremely grateful when Briana's questioning is interrupted by the arrival of their boss, who greets them with his ever-friendly smile.

"Ah, Jenny, do you have a minute before you start? I wanted to talk some scheduling with you."

"Sure thing," Jenny says, happily abandoning Briana and her prying in favor of following Rob back to the office.

When the insurance rep told Jenny exactly how long it was likely to take before she saw any money from the destruction of her butcher shop, she'd been livid. That lasted about an hour, until she realized she was in an unfamiliar city—an unfamiliar country—with no money to start fresh like she planned and exactly no experience working for anyone other than herself and before that her parents, at which point it turned to mild panic. When Edwin mentioned that the agency's landlord also owned a pub and had mentioned something about needing to hire new back of house staff, Jenny was extremely dubious. Not only was working a kitchen very different from running a butcher shop, but she was more than a little wary about working for the kind of guy who rented office space to a couple of teenage ghosts.

But Rob turned out to be a decent guy, and almost freakishly normal from everything Jenny's seen. He inherited the New Inn along with the building Charles and Edwin—and now Crystal—work out of and a few other properties from his favorite uncle, but that's the most remarkable thing about him other than the whole seeing and talking to ghosts thing, and she's hardly going to hold nearly drowning as a child against him. The man is a part-time history lecturer at City University and wears loafers, so Jenny figures he's pretty low on the list of people likely to drag her into more supernatural weirdness or attempted homicide, and he pays her better than she's probably worth given her lack of experience.

All in all, it's a pretty good deal, especially since Rob knows she'll be gone as soon as her insurance money comes through and she can find a decent shop space to rent.

Jenny stops dead in her tracks when she sees the two people already waiting in Rob's office.

"No," she says flatly, addressing the two ghosts—one leaning against the office wall and the other perched on the edge of Rob's desk—before turning on her boss. "What the hell, Rob? You said you wanted to talk about scheduling."

It's not that she has anything against Charles and Edwin, but Crystal's two ghost friends are private detectives who take jobs for other ghosts, and the fact that they're ambushing her at work suggests this isn't a social call. The last thing she wants is to get caught up in one of their cases. Again.

"This is about scheduling," Edwin says, "in part."

"We need an assist on our latest case and Robbie's got a friend with the right kind of skills," Charles adds.

"I figure it'll be safer for everyone involved if I make the introduction at the Inn." Rob's tone is apologetic. "You're the only one on staff unlikely to get freaked out if anyone gets shouty about things, so I was wondering if you'd mind closing up tonight so I can invite her over and make the introduction after close. I know you're only scheduled until ten, but I'm happy to pay you double for the extra hours."

"I don't mind closing," Jenny says, "but what's the catch?"

"No catch, I swear," Rob says, holding up his hands. "I wouldn't even ask, but I've got an early lecture tomorrow and would rather not be up prepping the kitchen by myself after I introduce the boys to my friend."

Despite the revelation that Rob apparently has a friend with skills to help Charles and Edwin on one of their cases, Jenny doesn't get the sense that he's trying to deceive her in any way.

She looks at Edwin. "You said 'in part.' So what's the catch."

"Ah," Edwin says, sliding off the desk. "It's not a catch, per se."

"Eds," Charles chides softly. "What he means is, we've got a message for you. From our client."

Jenny feels the bottom of her stomach drop out. "Your client?" she repeats. Their client can only mean another ghost. Someone who died.

"Natalya Mesi," Edwin says. "She wants you to know that she's very sorry for missing your appointment last night, but she was quite dead by then."

~~~

Rob is nice enough to give Jenny some privacy and a very stiff drink—on the house—after Charles and Edwin leave. She goes through the remainder of her shift in a daze, glad that the dinner rush doesn't prove to be too much for her distracted mind to handle and that Eoin doesn't comment on her much more frequent than usual minor fuckups. Jenny decides he's her new favorite coworker.

Crystal arrives just before closing, slipping back to the kitchen to give Jenny a quick, fierce hug.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, and Jenny knows she's apologizing as much for pushing Jenny to download the dating app in the first place as expressing condolences for the death of a non-quite-acquaintance.

"I didn't even know her," Jenny says when Crystal releases her. "Not really."

"I'm still sorry," Crystal insists. "You didn't want to be involved in any of our cases, and I got you involved, sort of, so I'm sorry."

"If I were that worried about it, I would have stayed in Port Townsend," Jenny points out, as if staying in Port Townsend with the memories of Niko and Maxine and her parents and her shop and every person and every dream she's ever lost wouldn't have been a complete nightmare. But. She didn't have to come to London.

Crystal squeezes her arms and offers her a weak smile. "I'm glad you're here."

It's a slow enough night that there are no stragglers by the time closing rolls around, and Eoin is out the door in time for Rob to lock up behind him. Rob says something about his friend running late, and Jenny tries to ignore the two living humans and two ghosts talking quietly at a table in the corner while she cleans the grill and wipes down the counters and refills the condiment bottles, but her eyes keep drifting over to the only people who know the answer to the question that's been plaguing her since that afternoon. The question she didn't have the courage to ask at the time.

She makes it halfway through refilling the salt shakers before stalking over to the table and demanding, "How did Natalya die?"

The four at the table look up at her and then exchange uneasy glances with each other.

"We aren't exactly sure about that yet," Charles says. "That's sort of what we're investigating."

"But you know something," Jenny presses. "That's why you're here to meet Rob's friend, right? Because you found something you need help with?"

"We could be wrong, though," Crystal says. "And it's not anything you need to worry about—"

"All signs point to demonic activity," Rob interrupts, and Jenny is grateful to him for saying it even as the room starts to go fuzzy around the edges.

"The woman I was supposed to meet for drinks was murdered by a demon?" Jenny hardly recognizes her own voice, high-pitched and squeaky as it is.

"We don't know that a demon did the actual killing," Edwin explains, "but we're fairly certain a demon was involved. Your friend is actually quite lucky. A demon could have done far worse than kill her."

"She wasn't my friend," Jenny says faintly, grabbing for a nearby chair to keep herself upright before her knees give out completely.

She misses, and only Rob's quick reflexes save her from falling on her ass.

"I got you," he says as he hoists her with surprising strength into the chair she'd failed to grab onto. "Just breathe. You're safe. No demons here, I promise."

Jenny does her best to follow his instruction to breathe, trying to force her lungs to expand and contract in some sort of regular rhythm. It's not the first panic attack she's had in the past six months. It's not the tenth. But every one is as awful as the last.

She has no idea how long she spends struggling to calm her heart, her lungs, her mind, only that she's only just managed to start feeling like an actual person again when she's startled by the sound of the bells over the tavern's entrance. Which makes no sense, because didn't Rob lock the door?

Dazedly, Jenny looks up only to find the very last person she's expecting to see. She blinks her eyes several times, but the image doesn't change.

"Damn exorcism ran long," the woman says, shrugging out of her pale coat.

This time, Jenny notes a little hysterically, the shirt underneath doesn't have any of those absurd tiny buttons.

"Demons are not terribly respectful of your time, are they?" Rob says wryly. "These are the tenants I was telling you about. Charles, Edwin, and Crystal of the Dead Boy Detective Agency. And this is Jenny, who's on staff here at the New Inn.

“Everyone, this is Johanna Constantine. If you've a demon problem, she's the best person I can think of to help you solve it."

[clitorises]

Any advice on finding and going to kink events?? I’d love to go out to one if I get the courage hehe but I’m not sure where to start or what the etiquette tends to be or whatever

Yes!!! I was more confident about giving advice about this pre-covid. So first and foremost, be safe, your health and the health of others is more important than social gatherings. I have my own comfort levels (I haven’t been to a bar or club since pre covid and don’t see myself doing that anytime soon, for example, and anywhere I’m going to be indoors around people who haven’t tested I wear a mask, typically an N95) and so like… that has put a bit of a damper on my kink social life. What was I talking about.

OKAY. Right. Kink events. Honestly, most of the advice I have to give isn’t, you know, revolutionary or genius. My strategies have been “make friends in the city I move to and ask them where is cool” and “look online.” I only recently started using fetlife to browse for events, it seems alright, but I haven’t found anything there I hadn’t already heard about through word of mouth. Alternatively, you can search-engine-of-your-choice “BDSM dungeon [your city]” and look for an events page.

With pride coming up, you’re likely to see vendors and groups out and about. Go up to them and ask them questions! People who are advertising what their thing is are going to be thrilled to talk to you. A lot of clubs and dungeons have socials and munches (vanilla events that take place offsite where you can just get to know people) and the great thing about BDSM people is that they are educated on consent and negotiation—the etiquette of an event like that will be clearly laid out.

Listen though, for real? If you want to meet kinksters and you don’t know how, fetlife seems sketchy and dating apps are annoying and all your tumblr mutuals live on the other side of the globe and pride events aren’t really your thing? Go to your local game store and join a dnd group. I am being one thousand percent serious. The venn diagram of tabletop nerds and people who are into kink is very nearly a circle. The difference with that, of course, is that it’s impolite to waltz right in and ask right out of the gate “who here is into sexual domination?????” but if you also enjoy geeky hobbies and will have fun even if you don’t happen to stumble upon a fellow pervert… then I recommend giving it a try. My closest friends in kink I initially met through tabletop.

This is getting long BUT you asked about general etiquette and what to expect so I’ll give you a quick rundown. In my experience, there are three types of kink events: formal play parties, casual play parties, and munches. A formal play party would take place at a dungeon or club (sometimes private residences but that’s less common), somewhere with designated hard points, gear you can use, and dungeon monitors making sure everything runs smoothly. Typically, anything particularly dangerous (blood play, breathplay, etc) will be completely disallowed. You can watch other people doing scenes, or approach people and ask if they’d be interested in doing a scene with you. Casual play parties are just sex parties at somebody’s house, typically much smaller, and something you’d only be invited to if you knew the person who owned the place or a friend of theirs. You’d typically be expected to bring your own gear. And lastly, munches are vanilla events out in public where no play takes place, you just have drinks and food and get to know people!

I hope this is anything close to the answer you were looking for 🖤

[reynalovesfiction]

· 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 — Xu Hēiyǐng

[ Shapeshifter x reader ]

You figured a dating app would make love easier, until you encounter a catfish... Or maybe just a Shapeshifter?

Contains: Strangers to more? Kinda Fluff, first date, reader and Hēiyǐng met in a dating site, kinda cat fishing? Hēiyǐng needs a hug :((, bittersweet ending, reader is realistic (in some way)

A/N : Just realised that Hēiyǐng appears kinda ooc in here. But, drama so :P

Love sucks.

Let’s rephrase that: love is accessible to get, but difficult to attain. Whether humans decide from now on that their love is just casual intercourse or humans chase each other like they’re prey and predatory, love is something so simple, yet humans make it complicated. Strange how humans work these days. It’s like they wanted to destroy themselves to have a high at something. The rush or the adrenaline of having fun rather than commitment.

As a human yourself, you don’t seem like the ‘relationship terrorist’ other than your friends. You would call yourself a peacemaker of relationships. The one who yearns affection and genuine love. The one who would love to give people's flowers or receive the flowers. Anything you fancy, your longing for simple love makes you non-human.

Humans love to rush, Don’t they?

In the era of social media and apps, love has become online money for dating. Swipe left, and you have found your match. As a guilty pleasure, it affected you.

Employing affection for online banking and similar activities is not immoral, it is merely disheartening. But, if the people surrounding you are human as ever; go around chasing unnecessary highs for an exchange of someone’s love life and self esteem. It’s worth a try, right? How bad can it be?

Sliding to the left, your gaze remained fixed on your phone as you encountered some men. Arms stretched like a cat and eyes glued to your own phone. Most of these men and none interest you. The app was sketchy; some men edited their photos to the extreme, and some even had concerning information about themselves. Humans are strange creatures. But you’re human yourself. So, why bother complaining? You need a date somehow.

After swiping left a few times, you got a match. Shocked, you looked at his profile picture.

His eyes were ocean blue, almost as if you could swim into his eyes. The strands of his hair were wavy, like the beachy waves, representing the essence of the ocean waves. Your match’s skin looked like sand but felt nothing like the texture of it.

Strange, like he wasn’t real. He was an illusion or some sort.

Still, you are interested. You give him a shot. It’s now or never.

Months after speaking to him, you learn many things about him. His name was Xu Heiying. A strange name, considering that his face looked like a white person. He said he was mixed, wasian. Chinese-American. Make sense. But, it’s as if his Chinese genes weren’t there…

More about him, he is a fashion designer. He draws. He likes stray cats. there was so much information about him, you can’t seem to get him out of your head. He’s a shy artist. Very much your type.

You decided to meet him in a cafe. Your first official date with each other. The cafe wasn’t the first place you had in mind, but if it helps with Heiying’s nervousness, then so be it.

You arrived early in your ‘going out’ outfit. It’s an outfit you didn’t expect to wear in a cafe but it will be worth it, right?

Well, all hope was lost when Heiying made the appearance. He does look Chinese, of course. But, he looked nothing like the pictures. He looked nothing like what his profile said he was.

He had eyes made out of lavenders. His hair was straight like the stems of the flowers. His skin was fair like the scent of the sunset. His clothing options were rather bizarre considering he’s a fashionista but wearing baggy clothing. Along with some hairpins and accessories that didn’t fit the picture.

Did you get catfished?

“Hey…?” he smiled, “I’m Heiying. you’re…” he mentions your name after a bit of a pause, “Right?”

You looked at him in disbelief, like a female cat scolding her partner because he had a different scent on his fur. This isn’t what you expect. Sure, he’s more attractive than the photos he sends to you but he… lied to you about his appearance.

“I know it’s not what you expect but let me explain…” he began to sweat. But before he could say a word, you stood up from your seat.

“I need to go…” you mumbled, needing to walk away from this situation.

“W-wait!” Heiying called your name as he followed you out of the cafe. Is he actually trying to reason with you on why he just catfished you? You didn’t care about his reasons, you just wanted to leave. Taking the steps of the floors to the entrance of the cafe.

You open the door to the outdoors of the cafe, huffed at the disappointment towards Heiying. You can still hear Heiying from the back, still calling for you. To at least explain his situation. “Just… let me explain and you can leave this date without any care, okay?” Heiying sighed.

You turned towards him, “You may explain.” You let him talk. Even with the frustration in you boiling, you wanted his point of view too. You are understanding, but not a doormat. You know your worth.

“Thank you…” Heiying was relieved, “It was never my intention to catfished you… You see,” There was a large pause at his sentence. As if he told you, you won’t believe him. “I’m a shapeshifter…”

You furrowed your eyebrows then raised a brow, your mouth opened a gap. “Okay, you got me. I’m very confused…”

“I knew you would get confused…” he mumbled under his breath, “My shapeshifting abilities work differently than normal shapeshifters.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“I can’t control it, to be honest. My shapeshifting abilities only work on one strong emotion,” he gulped, “If I feel insecure, I shapeshift into someone else…”

At first, you were still confused on why he would do this silly thing. But, you do realize one detail about Heiying. At least, he’s honest. Sure, he may have catfished you into believing he’s chinese-american man but maybe he just made a mistake? Maybe he really doesn’t mean like that.

Though, that doesn’t mean your trust in him has been restored that quickly.

“I understand if you don’t want to continue this date with me.” Heiying sighed through his nose, looking down, “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

You sighed, giving him your own point of view. “I’m glad that you’re being honest to me, Heiying. I figured the Heiying on your profile is the time where you were insecure and seeing you in your true form means you still have confidence. I appreciate that.”

Heiying lifted his head up to you, his eyes shining from the sun.

“Because of your honesty, I would love to continue this date with you. But, that doesn’t mean I fully trust you because you still lied to me.” you added.

“I understand!” He exclaimed in excitement, “I’ll make up for it by taking you anywhere you want after our cafe date.”

“That’s sweet of you, Heiying.” You smiled, “Let’s get back inside, alright?”

The day went better than you expected. He brought you a cafe latte and he got himself an americano. And after coffee and longing talks about each other more, you both took the trip to the bookstore. Just to buy a book or two.

Maybe he isn’t bad after all…

[fairsexynasty]

Heyy, could you do a Chad imagine of him being clingy? (Where they’re dating)

warnings: fluff! some angst if you squint, references to liv’s death

chad is the most doting boy of all time. though he’s a himbo, he’s very set on how much he loves you, and never fails to show it in the loveliest of ways. he showers you with compliments, spends as much time as humanly possible with you, and makes sure every single day is better than the last. with that being said, he really is around you almost 24/7. the only time you’re ever really apart, is in class, or when you have to go to the bathroom.

chad wakes up with you, eats with you, gets ready in the morning with you, showers with you, etc, etc. the man is always holding your hand or has an arm slung around your shoulders, to show that you’re his and he’s yours. it’s never really bothered you how he begs to come with you on nights out with your friends, or when he begs you to accompany him when he hangs out with ethan or tara. he just can’t get enough of you. he’s pretty akin to a cute puppy who follows you everywhere.

he gets a little upset whenever you have to leave without him, but you make it up in kisses whenever you come back home to him. sometimes, you can see him waiting for you outside your lecture hall for the last ten minutes of class, and as soon as you’re out the door, he’s pulling you into your arms.

chad is also very much so your passenger princess. he has his own car, but says that saving gas money is more convenient for the both of you, because he ends up splitting the cost every time. he follows you around grocery stores and runs through every aisle when he loses you, sometimes asking people if they’ve see you after giving a detailed description of your features. “have you seen someone who literally looks perfect? black shirt, big jacket, perfect lips?”

like i’ve mentioned in the previous drabble, chad hates when your friends hog you. he’s not afraid to get into fights with mindy when she asks you to come over to her and anika’s for a movie night. sometimes, he shoos tara away when she sits next to you on the couch.

chad also has no concept of personal space with you. he loves having you cuddled into him when hanging out, or he’s fiddling around with every piece of clothing or jewelry on your body.

he sends you texts at every hour, and sometimes spams a “y/n babeeee wya” when you dont reply. you have each other on the find my friends app, and sometimes he randomly pops up wherever you are.

one time, you were with tara and sam at the movie theatre, and you spotted chad two rows in front of you.

“why are you here? did you buy your own ticket just to stalk me?”

“okay, first off, i actually wanted to watch the barbie movie, secondly, i’m just making sure you’re safe!”

you understand completely where his concern comes from, due to liv and the events at woodsboro, but you reassure him that you will always be safe, and will call him if anything seemed sketchy.

sometimes your friends get a little pissed when he shows up out of the blue or never lets you go, so you have a talk with him to make sure everyone stays happy.

“chad, babe, i love you so very much. but sometimes, i need some alone time. with my friends. no boyfriend.”

“but why?”

“because when my lovely boyfriend is around 24/7, people won’t be able to see us as our own people. does that make sense?”

“i guess.” he says that with a small pout.

[vilsoo]

SLASHER SLUT⌇REINER BRAUN

REINER BRAUN AS JASON VOORHEES! 🔪

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 2,149

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : slaughterville isn’t always safe at night… if only you were more cautious of your surroundings, a fine babe like you wouldn’t end up in a dangerous situation like this. all dolled up in a lovely dress for a picnic date, only to wake up tied to trees with the sinister presence of a man in a mask.

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : kidnapping, dubcon, semi-public sex, strappado position, rope bondage, pantygag, reiner sluts you out, manhandling, creampie, dumbification, mind break, throat fuck, mask kink, impact play. [nsfw visual]

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The world suddenly had a thick, earthy smell saturating your nose— a crispy scent of feathery pines, damp moss, and wet tree trunks. Then, the ambience of buzzing insects and the snapping of twigs. You struggled to flutter your debilitated eyes open, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. When you tried to move, a straining ache from your shoulders and lower spine seized you.

You found yourself bound in coarse, tight ropes that hugged onto your skin. Your arms were raised up behind your head with your wrists tied, your legs were forced apart, and your mouth with a gag. There were two trees on both of your sides that the ropes were attached to. Nothing was as rapid as your pulse quickening in unimaginable, staggering fear. The more you struggled, the more the ropes bit you back. Your panics and screams are muffled. Cool air unsettlingly grazes your bare skin, gazing down at your body and seeing your lovely mini dress all torn and ripped to expose your breasts and most of your body. Your panties were missing, only to realize they were taped to your mouth.

How did it even come to this very moment? The last thing you remembered was getting all dolled up for a picnic date with a fine man you’ve been talking to from a dating app; Reiner Braun. Nothing but a lovely evening picnic date in a secluded and private forest that looked very beautiful from the pictures. You knew that a date like this could be sketchy, however. Good thing you were cautious and careful as possible, sharing your location to your friends and family just in case. You knew that night times in Slaughterville are never safe for young and vulnerable women like you to be roaming around all alone... But yet, you played right into the hands which made your guts feel worse. Hell, there was even a recent kidnapping on the news of a female secretary working under one of the biggest investment firms not that long ago.

Trembling and afraid, all alone in a dark forest; there was nothing more harrowing than becoming another victim to Slaughterville’s greatest threats. The anticipation haunted you tremendously of wondering what was going to happen to you. It wasn’t until the trudging of dirt and twigs crunching were heard from behind and all the hair in the back of your neck raised. You squint at a sudden source of light expanding hitting you, some kind of lantern illuminating the dark scenery around you. Then, the heavy breathing of a man grew louder you started to whimper and sob. From all the panic ruining your mental state, tears started welling in your eyes, dropping down to the earth.

When you turned your head around, you make out a brawny, large man with a hockey mask looming over you. His buff figure and his body size was enough to emit a muffled scream out of you. He was a large, bone-chilling man, almost like a giant, that looks as if he can snap you in half with those biceps. You wanted to run but you knew you weren’t getting anywhere without the ropes pinning you this way. The man walks around the trees you were tied to and stood in front of you, forcefully pulling your head up to look at him.

He slowly pulls his mask back on top of his head to reveal himself. Your breath immediately quickened after scrutinizing the man’s familiar face to be Reiner himself, subtly chuckling at your terrified state.

“Isn’t this a great start to our first ever date night?” he teases with a sinister grin. “You told me before your favorite slasher is Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. I just couldn’t help but surprise you like this. You look so fucking good like this… so helpless and all tied up for me.”

You shook your head rapidly, tears still falling down. Although this entire situation was something you never exactly consented to, never even crossed your mind— something about Reiner in that mask sent your stomach stirring. There seemed to be a very subtle amount of relief coursing over you after realizing who was behind all of this. At least… it wasn’t some creepy stranger with murderous intentions that kidnapped you... Knowing Reiner for months, he’s always had this fantasy of railing you on a lovely picnic date. But never have you imagined it to be this extreme with the kidnapping that happened and tying you up like this. Whatever happened to the “drinking wine and kissing while the sun sets” part of the plan?

“Stop crying, baby. It’s okay.” The blond man holds your face to wipe your tears away with his thumb, seeing your mascara staining your cheeks. “I love how you got all dolled up tonight. Which is why I went all out, too. First time meeting you and fuck… I just wanna manhandle you already.”

You replied with muffled whimpers as Reiner adjusts the hockey mask back on his face. In a blink of an eye, he rips the duct tape off your mouth and you let out a whine from the fleeting pain. Letting go of your face, your head drops right in front his crotch area— you can see the outline of his thick cock through his pants, already so hard for you. Your eyes widen as he undoes his pants and slips his cock right in front of your face with precum glistening at the tip.

“I turned off your phone so nobody would track your location. Besides, we’re in another remote area,” he chuckled deeply. “You should know what to do. Be a good girl and take it all.”

With a few light slaps on your dismayed face that parted your lips open, it caught you off guard when Reiner inched the tip of his cock on the frame of your lips. Holding your face right where he wants you to be, he slides into your mouth, hearing him sigh deeply in the mask. Your doe eyes slowly traveled up to his mask while he succumbs to the feeling of your mouth practically enveloping him. Seeing the empty hollow eye holes, the lingering dark anonymity, and the appearance of his brawny, large figure suddenly stirred something inside you.

You kept mewling on Reiner’s cock as he kept shoving it deeper down your throat, in and out. This sudden feeling of helplessness, this vulnerable position of having someone more dominant and stronger and bigger than you, controlling you while you were restricted, as if you were a free use toy, has never felt this arousing to you. No sign of help, no sign of escape. Just surrendering to your fears had your cunt furtively drip with your juices. You were way too excited, just like Reiner, who couldn’t hold back on rummaging your whole body tonight like a worthless fuckdoll.

The anticipation and quenching desire worsened the throbbing ache in your cunt. You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin and coated on his fat cock, blissful tears and dribbles of his precum glazed on your cheeks and eyes, and your tongue hanging out while heavily breathing. Reiner was surprised by how fast you indulged into this, considering that he practically kidnapped you. But he adored the fact he managed to uncover your salacity, your forbidden desire of being tied up and fucked in the woods this way like a nymphomaniac.

“Now you’re enjoying this? Aw, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” he taunted, pulling away from your mouth.

You couldn’t utter a reply when he shoves your panties back in your mouth, telling you to stay quiet. The masked man walks around behind you, shuddering when his hand grazes your ass and abruptly slaps it. Your muffled squeal sounded like a whine, almost a moan that it provoked Reiner to keep harshly slapping both of your cheeks. You can feel his tip brushing the folds of your cunt, already coating it with your juices. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining like an impatient little bitch for Reiner to shove his fat cock inside you already. You wanted this, you wanted this— all you could think about was getting tied and fucked in a dark forest with a masked man. It sent shivers down your spine wondering how you ended up in this state of mind; writhed in arousal from this supposedly horrifying experience.

And once Reiner slid his cock in, your breath starts to eratically hitch from the sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size. Penetrating into you as if you were made for his cock to fuck. Grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock as if you were a free use fuckdoll. It was too much for you to handle. You felt like you were going to shatter into pieces. But that ecstatic, blissful feeling blooming like knots in your stomach kept telling you otherwise. Your fluttering eyes roll into the back of your skull as the man kept pounding and pounding, hearing him pant heavily and manage a chuckle when you kept squeezing and squeezing ever so tightly around him. It felt unreal seeing how he molded you and your pussy for his only pleasure. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuckslut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms… maybe this was what you were built for.

Before you know it, several minutes has passed and he was pounding into you from behind while laying on the picnic blanket he found in your car. Your wrists were still tied and your mouth had a ball-gag on this time. Your legs were so high up in the air from him locking his arms on the area behind your knees, roughly bucking his hips into you in full nelson. His cock repeatedly ramming the sensitive spots in your cunt had more tears running down your cheeks, practically screaming and your brain going number and number. Reiner’s grunts gradually grow louder, slowing his pace when he unexpectedly empties his load in your sopping pussy. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to use you. His stamina could never go out; hell, he could be here all night if he wants to.

So suddenly he pushes you off of him to sit up, abruptly grabbing your body closer to him and hovers above you. With your legs already wide open, he quickly grabs excess rope from his back pocket and roughly holds your ankles on the ground near your wrists above your head, tying them together. Your drenched, messy pussy was right in his sight, and his dick nearly twitched at how fucking helpless and messy you were for him. This endless ache and throbbing in your cunt kept you whining, begging for Reiner to slide back in and fuck you. But it wasn’t much of a problem for him giving you exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You were just the perfect little cocksleeve for him.

Your legs and your thighs were quivering, and sometimes aching from all the slaps he gave you. You couldn’t quit moaning like a bitch in heat as another orgasm was building up, your walls erratically fluttering at the sight of Reiner’s Jason Voorhees mask looming over you, pounding that big fat cock inside you like how a hound takes a bitch. Your brain falls foggy. Your mind is suddenly empty. You could only embrace the coherent thought of cock, the feeling of cum filling you up again and again, and the wild craving for another pleasurable orgasm. You were so ruined, yet so perfect for Reiner to use. It was as if you were a dumb little bunny that got lost in the forest, only to end up manhandled by a big bad wolf.

The next thing you knew, you were blindfolded and knocked out once again. Maybe you passed out from the intense amount of orgasms. Although, you couldn’t tell where you were anymore; perhaps Reiner sent you to another remote location again. Not the forest. Someplace dark, a little cold, and quieter. No embrace of nature. You didn’t know how long you passed out; maybe some days had passed ever since your picnic date night. But it didn’t matter— none of it didn’t matter. Wherever you are, this is what makes of you now; all tied up with your pussy being tortured by a vibrating dildo tied to stay in your cunt for however long.

This is your new purpose now. Your new home. Bound with the only purpose of being a free use whore; maybe this is what happens to all the missing women in Slaughterville…

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[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy going through a break up with the Scavengers

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Comfort from everyone, Human reader

Buddy had been in a relationship before they had left Earth and kept in contact through the internet when they met the Scavengers. The group had heard plenty of stories about this mysterious partner of Buddy’s.

It was almost adorable to hear them rave about their partner.

As a gift for Buddy’s birthday, the Scavengers decided to travel to Earth. Spend a couple days on the planet, let Buddy have a couple dates with their significant other, sight see, the whole works. Everything was going well on their way until Buddy received a text from their significant other.

A text saying they wanted to break things off and promptly blocked Buddy from any form of communication.

Buddy is devastated and now the Scavengers have heard the story too.

Krok

Krok is hugging Buddy as they are sobbing into his armor.

He doesn’t say much at first, he knows he needs Buddy to calm down before anything else can be done.

When he thinks that enough time has passed, he is ready to get Buddy better.

All Scavengers are on deck.

He tries to get Buddy distracted in some of their old hobbies.

When they are playing Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang, Krok lets Buddy take a free shot at him. He is worried about Buddy getting better and he is doing the best he can to help them through this hard time.

Krok holding Buddy to his chassis.

“It’s okay Buddy, take your time.”--Krok

Buddy still clinging to Krok’s armor letting the rest of their tears fall.

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time…”--Buddy

“No, I told you was going to be here for you and I’m not going to go down from that promise.”--Krok

Buddy sniffles a bit pressing their face more into his armor.

Krok carefully runs his digits up and down Buddy’s back.

“There, there… there, there…”--Krok

Crankcase

His famous scowl gets deeper.

Crankcase feels for Buddy a lot.

He considers himself lucky seeing how his online relationship ended up working out.

Let’s Buddy have their time to be sad, but after that, he is not going to let them be sad for a sorry excuse of an organic.

The passive aggressive hype bot on board.

He and CONS-4EVA team up to get Buddy back on the dating field after a while.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ he will give Buddy a few more openings than usual, maybe even let them get a free shot at him.

Buddy scrolling through the dating app with Crankcase and CON’s looking at it too.

“What about this one?”--Buddy

“Hmm… red flag. He’s got a fish on his profile picture.”—CONS-4EVA

“All right, how about this one?”--Buddy

“Maybe… no, don’t do that one. She’s got a sketchy background.”--Crankcase

“…This one?”--Buddy

“…Put it in the cart.”--Crankcase

“You can’t do that on this app Crankcase.”--Buddy

Spinister

Spinister suggest shooting the person who made Buddy cry like this.

A bit awkward with the affection, but he is trying.

After a few days of Buddy being sad he’ll go on the internet to see what he can do about Buddy’s heartbreak.

A minor spark attack when he reads that humans can die of heart break.

His fleshy isn’t going to die on his watch.

Has Buddy in constant view and encourages them to seek out the team more.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ nothing changes much in their dynamic… except the few times he will let them have a chance to shoot him

Or maybe throw them at the opponent.

That one nearly gives Krok a spark attack.

Buddy was sitting on the table reading a data pad.

Spinister and Krok were drinking some enegex and talking about the latest hole Grimlock made.

Buddy twitches a bit before sneezing.

Spinister turns his neck so fast Krok is sure that he snapped it.

He jumps over the couch, snatches Buddy up, grabs a blanket and starts wrapping them up into a burrito.

“Spin—”--Buddy

“Shh! No talking.”—Spinister

Spinister starts walking to the med bay.

“Why are we heading to the med bay?”--Buddy

“Check if your organic spark is still online.”--Spinister

“Excuse me, but my what?!”—Buddy

“Their WHAT!?”--Krok

Fulcrum

As much as Fulcrum hates organics, Buddy has grown on him quite a bit.

That being said, he still isn’t completely comfortable with touching.

More words of encouragement kind of mech.

He does have sympathy for Buddy and their heart break.

Probably tells Buddy minor insensitive things about their ex later.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ he’ll offer himself as a shield three times and three times only.

Fulcrum holding a broom and gently petting Buddy from his perch.

“There, there.”--Fulcrum

Buddy looks up a bit strangely at Fulcrum who was on top of the fridge petting them with a broom.

“Everything will be okay eventually.”--Fulcrum

Buddy looks at the dust bunnies floating down on their lap.

At least he’s trying.

Misfire

Another one of the bots holding Buddy as they cry their little heart out.

Tries to make jokes too early on but backs off when he gets a bunch of glares and Buddy starts to cry harder.

Offers to go with Spinister to go shoot the person who broke up with them.

Top hype man for Buddy to get back on their feet.

When playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ defiantly makes an alliance with them and Grimlock.

50 50 on him throwing Buddy in the air.

“Got you now Mis—”--Fulcrum

“SNEAK ATTACK!”--Misfire

Misfire throws Buddy at Fulcrum.

Fulcrum screams and ducks, Krok swan dives and catches Buddy.

“Misfire! What in the name of Cybertron—”--Krok

BANG!

Krok looks at the suction cup stick on his forehelm.

Misfire walks over and grabs Buddy.

“HA! Eat it Krok!”--Misfire

Grimlock

While he can’t communicate too much, Grimlock does keep Buddy close while they are down.

Wants to squish whatever made Buddy this depressed.

He doesn’t want Buddy to feel sad.

He lets Buddy hide with him when things are a bit much.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ Grimlock offers himself as a shield, will growl at anyone who tries to get close to Buddy.

Misfire enters the room.

“Hey Grimmy! Have you seen Buddy around?”--Misfire

Grimlock looks at him before slowly moving his tail.

Buddy fast asleep at his side, snoring and twitching.

“Oh, I’ll come back in a bit. Sweet dreams you two.”--Misfire

Misfire closes the door.

Grimlock wraps his tail around them and continues to sleep to the sound of Buddy snoring.

[starlightnorris]

don't go - lando norris

oh no not another friends to lovers blurb with lando heheh... also ignore the title?? when it comes to titles, i can't think of anything creative 🙄

word count: 840

“can i send you my location later, i’m going on a date later and you’re the only person i trust to pick me up if it goes bad,” you ask your best friend, lando. you were finally putting yourself out there and meeting up with a bumble match. however, while the guy seemed really sweet, you were still a little bit nervous about actually meeting up with him, and you didn’t really want to turn into an episode of dateline.

“what do you mean you’re going on a date?” lando asked, completely ignoring whatever he was doing. “with a stranger? y/n, are you insane?”

“lan, i can’t be single forever, so i’m meeting up with this guy from bumble,” you say, and his eyes widen.

“like hell you are,” he says, shaking his head. “i am not letting you meet up with a stranger you met on a dating app.”

“you do it all the time,” you counter, and he rolls his eyes.

“y/n, that’s to hookup, not date,” he says, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “there’s a difference.”

“lando, you’ll have my location, and i promise i’ll text you if he seems sketchy,” you say, trying to reason with him. it really wasn’t his business whether you went on the date or not and you were currently regretting even mentioning it, but you didn’t want to make him mad, so you just tried to calm him down and explain that it would be fine if you went out with this guy.

“no, y/n, i’m not letting you go,” he says, and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you ask, and his eyes widen at the tone of your words.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t play dumb, lando,” you say, rolling your eyes again. “i just asked you to pick me up if the date went bad, and you’re acting like my dad. i can go on the date if i want, and if you don’t want to pick me up if he’s sketchy, then it’ll be on your conscience if i get murdered.”

“y/n,” he says with a sign, running a hand over his face. “you’re not getting murdered.” you let out a humorless laugh, and he glares at you.

“well, i’m going on the date and i don’t have anyone i trust to pick me up so i might get murdered.”

“please don’t go,” he says, and you pause, bringing your eyes up to meet his. obviously, you’d been arguing for the past 10 minutes, but something about the way he said these words made you stop. “please, y/n. don’t go on that date.”

“why?”

you watch as his mouth opens and closes again, and he sits there for a minute before speaking, “go on a date with me.”

what.

you stare at him open-mouthed for a minute, trying to process what he had just said. lando wanted to go on a date with you? lando, the guy you’d been friends with since you were kids? the guy who’d always been a part of your life, the one who’d comforted you after breakups, and injuries, and whatever else life had thrown at you.

“y/n, please go on a date with me, i don’t want you to go on a date with any other guy,” he says again, breaking you from your thoughts. “i’m tired of pretending that i’m not in love with you.”

“lan, you’re my best friend,” you say, but as the words leave your lips, you realize he’s always been more than that. when you pictured a future, a family, it was always lando there. when you pictured having kids, it was always the idea of lando teaching them to drive, or taking them to the playground, or whatever else you had conjured up in your mind.

“i know, and you’re my best friend, but i’ve always wanted more and i want to take that next step, if you’ll let me,” he says, and he reaches his hands out to grab yours. you let him take your hands, and you can’t ignore the feeling that floats over you as your hands rest in his.

“lan, are you sure? i don’t want to lose our friendship,” you say, and his eyes meet yours, traveling over your face. his gaze is so intense that it makes your skin heat, and you just know that your cheeks are turning red.

“y/n, i promise that i won’t mess this up, i’ve been waiting for this moment forever and i would be an absolute idiot if i did anything to mess that up. it’s always been you, y/n.” his words are so gentle, but they carry so much weight, and you feel a smile splitting across your face. “now can i please kiss you?”

“yes,” you say, biting your lip and his hand travels to the back of your neck, pulling you into him until his lips are resting against yours. you smile against his lips, relishing in this moment.

[phoenix-eclipses]

Casting Love 0.13 -- Kenma's Awesome Roommate

Your trip to the cafe had been short. Makki and Mattsun had asked for you to come talk to them, joking you had been showing clear favoritism for the only member of your group who hadn't gone to Seijoh, but you only rolled your eyes and came to say hi to the two of them.

Even if you hadn't been planning to meet with Kenma, Makki had a class in twenty minutes so you all chatted while ordering your treats and waiting to receive them. It didn't take long before Makki separated from you two and Mattsun took it upon himself to walk with you to Kenma's building.

"Dang, I thought we'd be going to the one dorm building near here, not this place!"

"I thought the same thing when he said he was close to the cafe! Maybe his parents are rich, or something."

"Maybe you should try and date him, get that money." he nudged against you teasingly.

"Why bother when I got Tooru and Haji?" you laughed back.

"Fair point. Oikawa would spoil you to all hell." you both entered the lobby. "Do you want me to come up to you to the room... if I'm even allowed to?"

You stayed silent for a moment, remembering the system Kenma had explained to you. However, a part of you felt like it was a bit sketchy and would prefer to keep people knowing about it. As close as you were with Mattsun, he did frequently accidentally let secrets out.

"Nah, I don't think they would. Last time I was here he talked to them so they'd know I was with him. Doubt they'd let you in without him down here, thank you though."

"No problem, just don't drop the bag or your drinks." Mattsun waved to you before walking out of the lobby, probably to return to his own dorm. You let out a sigh before heading to the lady that sat at the desk.

"Excuse me?"

Despite you speaking, she didn't bother to even look up at you, she just let out a small hum to show she had heard you.

"I'm here to visit Kozume Kenma. He's on the 7th floor." as you spoke, you began to wonder if Kenma had even be telling the truth. In a building like this, surely they'd have higher security. But before you could even think to call Kenma to prove you were here for him, she scribbled something down and placed a card on the desk in front of you.

"That'll get you into the elevator." she still didn't even look at you, returning to her work. You took the card, still skeptical this could be some sort of joke, and walked to the elevator, swiping it just as Kenma did. Immediately, the light above the elevator went off, showing that it was coming down to the lobby.

It didn't take long for you to get up to the seventh floor and arrive to Kenma's door. You knocked on the door despite having the card and Kenma opened it for you.

"Hey," he greeted, stepping away from the door and letting you close and lock it behind yourself.

"Hi! Here's your drink and apple pie," you place both onto the counter in the kitchen. He lets out a hum, grabbing out his laptop and placing it beside them. "So, looking at this list, I think we should figure out where we can easily buy the majority of these from, to try and avoid paying for shipping from several places and to get them all near the same time."

"Easiest would probably be Amazon then."

You nod your head, pulling out your own laptop and opening up the notes you guys had made and the Amazon website. Kenma didn't bother opening his, simply sliding his chair closer to yours as you began looking for all of your items.

You two spent nearly an hour picking out the items. In some cases, you both decided it'd be better to create items out of clay instead of buying something else due to the price or for lack of items that appeared as you both wanted them. By the time you guys had everything there, you went to the cart and forced yourself not to show your severe problem with the cost it had totalled to.

"Okay, how do you want me to send you my half?"

You sat for a moment, thinking about the best way. You didn't have any apps that were frequently used for monetary sharing for obvious reasons, though you did know Oikawa's information for most, but that would no doubt raise some questions for Kenma. You instead double checked the kind of phone Kenma had before speaking. "Send it over with Apple Pay?"

He shrugged before opening your guys' conversation and sending over his half. Thankfully due to previous insistence from Oikawa, you had his card saved just in case so you saved it to that card before using it for the items you guys had.

"Hm." you stared at your laptop.

"Hm?" Kenma prompted you to talk.

"Do you mind if we have these go here? We've had some issues with packages being stolen at my dorm."

"Sure." he shrugged, reaching over to enter his mail information before you guys finished checking out.

"Well then! I should probably get going."

Kenma gave you a small nod, standing up to throw away your guys' garbage as you collected your things. Just before you sat up, the front door opened to reveal Kuroo.

"Kenma! I've returned!"

"Okay," was all Kenma said as he came back to you. You let out a small laugh at his simple response.

"Hi Kuroo," you greeted as he walked into the kitchen with you two. The man let out a small, clearly faked, gasp at you being there.

"Hello again! Did I disturb you guys on project stuff?"

"No, you're fine. We actually just finished up!"

"Great timing then. Did you want to stay for dinner, Y/N?" Kuroo offered. It was then you noticed he had some grocery bags.

"Oh," you glanced to Kenma who wasn't even looking at you. He had gone to his phone. "No thanks, but thank you for the offer, I should probably return before my roommate gets worried."

"Are you sure? I promise I can actually cook!"

You let out a laugh, "I'm sure you can cook just fine Kuroo, I'll come back some other time for dinner."

"I'll hold you to that!" there was some silence as you swung your bag over your shoulder. "Say, Y/N, could I have your number?"

"Huh?"

"Don't go trying to date my project partner," it was the first time since Kuroo had walked in Kenma looked up from his phone. The accused man held up his hands with a smile.

"Not, promise. I just thought it'd be nice since you guys'll be working together for this semester. In case something happens and you can't tell them, so I can!"

"Makes sense," you shrugged, pulling out your phone to him. "Enter your number, I'll send you a text when I get home."

Kuroo happily did so, taking a quick selfie on your phone which made you laugh and Kenma roll his eyes, before your phone returned to your pocket.

"Now then, I should get going. Bye! I'll see you in class Kenma, and whenever I see you next Kuroo!"

Kuroo excitedly waved at you, nudging against Kenma to make him look up and wave to you. You laughed before walking out, closing the door behind you.

0.12 -- Masterlist -- 0.14

Notes

My current desperation to write the Oikawa SMAU is infecting everything, so if there's like way too much Oikawa love going on in these, SHUSH, he's like- kind of a platonic lover in here

I love Kenma, but man is dry asf and no one can change my mind. Like he WILL be talking more/being less dry in the future but especially when they're not even considered friends we getting the dry treatment guys

Also Ima be honest I don't really know how the like apple pay through messages works so don't overthink it, I just had to make it work

These were supposed to be out yesterday but I got like a massive migraine that wouldn't go away so I didn't feel like arranging everything so I didn't <3

I'm going to be home alone Wednesday-Friday which either means Ima get so much done or nothing done, so I guess we shall see then

These notes are totally not me procrastinating more on cleaning my room (totally)

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Falling in Love With You - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: After spending time with Bucky you realize there are feelings developing. Does he feel the same way? When you learn about his history with women can you see past all that? Can two friends fall in love?

Word Count: 2556

Warnings: Fluff, Little Angst, Little self-doubt, Friends to Lovers,

A/N: This is the final chapter of this mini-series.Thankful to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog​​ & @pigwidgeonxo​

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Bucky was staring at your phone number on his iPhone. You had flirted with him. “Just in case you need me you can reach me.”  Then you agreed to get a drink with him on Friday night. Was this some joke being played on him? Women don’t just go out with him without some expectations of being wined, dined, and bedded.

A sigh escaped his lips as he set his phone on the bedside table and laid back in bed. The last time he chased after someone he fell quickly, had his heart broken, and swore off dating. But you seemed different. All week long you worked hard, were incredibly detail oriented, and never fussed over the work you were given.

In between all that, there was the occasional flirting from you but mainly you were professional. Looking up at his ceiling he tried to steady his breath as he thought about taking you out for a drink tomorrow night. What if you backed out or worse what if you didn’t like him after hanging out? No, he wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Maybe he just needs to cancel to be safe. Better to keep you as an assistant than risk being hurt again. When he sees you at work he will just tell you something came up. Turning off his light, Bucky closes his eyes and hopes for sleep to take over.

Things went great your first week at the office and by the time you knew it, Friday was here. You promised to go out with Bucky tonight for drinks and felt nervous as time passed. What were you going to wear? Was this a casual meetup? Yeah, your boss was attractive, but that didn’t mean anything, right? By five o’clock you were packing up your things and swung by Bucky’s office. You knocked on his door and he waved you in.

“Hey sunshine, what can I do for you?” Bucky asked.

You stepped into his office and ran your hands down your skirt. “I was just making sure you still wanted to meet for drinks tonight?”

Bucky looked up from his paperwork. Was this real? Were you really wanting to hang out with him? “Of course I do. Are you having second thoughts?” He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. This can’t be true he was going to cancel on her to save himself from being hurt. But she didn’t hurt him, she really wanted to hang out.

“No, no! I was just double-checking. Ummm, is it casual clothes for the bar?” You inquired.

“Yes, it is. It’s just a little hole in the wall where I go some nights. I promise it’s not sketchy or anything. Why don’t you text me your address and when I’m done here I will go home to change then come get you.” There now he sounded like the confident guy he was at the beginning of the week.

“That sounds wonderful James.”

“Now, now you know you can call me Bucky.” He smiled at you and all you could do was smile back.

“Thank you, Bucky, see you in a little while.”

When you got home you quickly showered and then changed into jeans and a casual sweater. Fixing your hair and makeup you were now satisfied with how you looked. This was just a friendly get-together you tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help the crush you already had on your boss. He had been a gentleman all week long and never raised his voice at you if you made a mistake. Something inside you just melted when he looked at you with his blue eyes. You grabbed your phone and texted Bucky your address.

It was close to seven P.M. when Bucky showed up on your doorstep. He was dressed in jeans and a casual button-down shirt. You couldn’t help the inhale you took in as he was completely gorgeous out of work as well. Locking your door you walked to the car where Bucky opened the door for you. Once Bucky got in the car he pulled from the curb and headed the short distance to the bar. You both made small talk on your drive and once you arrived you felt nervous again as it was a little busy inside.

As soon as Bucky walked through the door people started to greet him. You couldn’t help but smile as he led you through the bar to a back corner booth. How often did he come here for these people to know him? Once you ordered your drinks Bucky started asking questions about your life. Where did you live before moving here? What is your favorite thing to do on the weekend? It surprised you how open you were with him, especially because he was your boss. But Bucky never judged your answers and in fact, he would tell you about his life. You thought this was the best conversation you had in a while. Time seemed to fly by when you stifled a yawn.

“Are you tired sweetheart?” Bucky asked as you shook your head.

“I am sorry. It’s just that I haven’t slept well all week long.” You confessed.

“No, don’t be we worked all day, so let me get you home.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky drove you home and insisted on walking you to your door. You could sense Bucky was nervous as you reached the door. “Thank you, Bucky for taking me out tonight. I really had a fun time.”

“It was my pleasure too. I was thinking if you are free this weekend you may want to go out sometime. I mean it’s not a date or anything but just a hang-out. What do you say? Bucky inquired.”

You stared into his eyes and offered a smile. “I would like that, text me tomorrow.” You opened your door and gently closed the door.

Bucky was over the moon that you wanted to hang out again so soon. This was probably inappropriate for a boss and an assistant to go out but it was innocent in his eyes. Just two coworkers hanging out even if one of them had a crush. God he hoped he wouldn’t chase her away. Bucky left her house once she was inside to head home.

After hanging out again the rest they say is history. Bucky and you hung out every chance you could. Both would share likes, and stories and made the other laugh. It had been a couple of months now since you had started on this road and you had to admit you were having the time of your life. Each weekend you would alternate who would choose where you went. It could be as simple as a flea market to an art museum. Neither of you complained about where you went. You were both secretly happy to spend time with one another. Two fools in love without the other knowing.

Steve picked up on the behavior at work one day and couldn’t help but smirk. He wanted to tell Bucky to take it slow but it was clear in the way you both looked at one another that there was a connection. Steve wondered if you each knew yet that this was more than a friendship. He hoped you two would figure it out soon.

The planning of Tony’s end-of-year party was stressing the men out as they went over security with how many bodyguards and police had to be there. After months of planning it was finished that this was going to be a secured event. Plus Tony had his A.I. that helped with looking for intruders. The event was planned for tonight and everyone at the tower was invited to attend. You had spent the day getting ready. You were dressed in a short black dress with stilettos. Bucky had offered to pick you up so you didn’t have to drive in alone. With how things were going you had planned to tell Bucky that night how you felt once and for all. Little did you know Bucky was planning for the same thing.

Bucky had picked you up at the time he said and when you answered the door you both looked at one another in awe. Bucky was in a black suit and tie. In your eyes, he looked like sex on a stick. Gosh, do you wish you could stay inside tonight and see where the night went? Bucky you noticed was taking you in as his eyes looked you over.

“Wow, you look beautiful sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Buck, you look very handsome yourself.”

You both left your house and were on your way to the party. As you arrived there were spotlights in the air and photographers at the main entrance. You felt nervous at the sight but Bucky reached over to grab your hand as he pulled up to the valet. The valet opened your door and Bucky came around the car, offering his arm to you. You slipped your arm around his and he walked you down the red carpet.

Bucky leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Just breathe. Keep your eyes down and not on the cameras.”

You did as he said and noticed the camera flashes weren’t bothering your eyes. As you made it through the doors your breath hitched as you took in how beautiful everything was. The ballroom though was breathtaking as you entered it. There were people everywhere along with elaborate fountains, ice sculptures, bars scattered throughout, and chandeliers that were probably worth more than you make in a year.

Bucky guided you around the room and pointed out the people he knew. After a stroll around the ballroom, Bucky says, “I need to join Steve real quick to check in on the security team. Why don’t you get yourself a drink.”

You nodded and headed over to one of the bars. You ordered yourself a glass of wine. You were admiring a painting on the wall when you heard a small group of people talking.

“Why did Bucky show up with his assistant?” One woman said.

Another woman joined in. “Don’t you know Bucky sleeps with any woman he wants and then leaves them high and dry?”

“No, are you serious?” The first woman asked.

“Of course I am. Ask Sharon Carter. He was sleeping with her for months and then suddenly called it quits. If you ask me I think he’s banging his assistant.”

You heard enough before you slipped away from them. Is that what Bucky was looking for? To use you just for sex? After all the time you spent with each other, was this his true colors? Downing your wine you headed outside to get air.

Bucky finished with Steve and the security team. The word was everything was running smoothly. With that out of the way, Bucky started to look for you in the ballroom. He looked everywhere for you and just couldn’t find you. You couldn’t have gotten far so he went to step outside. Sure enough, he found you.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?” He asked.

You turned to face him and had tears rolling down your cheeks. “Don’t sweetheart me. I know who you really are and I’m not interested.”

“What are you talking about? What does that even mean?” He took a few steps towards you and you took one backward.

“I heard everything I needed tonight about you. This group was talking about us.” You wiped the tears away as you tried to sound brave.

“What group of people? You need to give me something sweetheart.” He pleaded with you.

“I heard you have been sleeping with Sharon. That you stopped so you could pursue me instead. You-you are just a playboy making your way through women. Well, I’m not like that Bucky. To think I actually had feelings for you.” The words hitched as you started to cry more.

“You have to listen to me sweetheart, I'm not that man anymore. Before you yeah that’s how I coped. I had someone break my heart and yes I reverted back into a man I wasn’t proud of. But then you came along and I knew I wanted to change if I was going to have a shot at you.”

“You’re just saying that Bucky.”

“No I’m not,” he interrupted. “I knew the first day I ran into you that there was something special about you. All the times we went out I wished we were an official couple cause I wanted to hold you close and kiss you. I would give anything for you to be mine so I could tell you I love you every day of the week.” He stood there looking at you with a pleading face. Bucky just wanted you to know how much he has fallen in love with you.

You stood in silence taking what he said to heart. Does he actually love you? You thought this was all one-sided. “You love me? I’m just your assistant, I'm no one special.”

Bucky smiled as he took a few more steps toward you. This time you didn’t move. “You may be my assistant at work but you are so much more than that to me. You’re my friend and I would love to call you mine. That’s if you feel the same.”

“I love you Bucky. From the first moment, we met I knew I wanted to be your girl.” You blurted out. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” You took another step towards Bucky and now you were both close enough to touch.

“May I kiss you?” He asked.

“Yes..”

Bucky softly pulled you into his arms and kissed you. Your mouth opened and his tongue danced against yours. You were both pulling at the other as you each tried to dominate the kiss.

Steve came outside to find Bucky but instead, he found you both kissing. Smiling to himself he left you both alone.

One year later…

If you would have told Bucky he would’ve found the love of his life at work he would’ve called you crazy. Life has been the best it’s ever been for him once you agreed to be his best girl. You both dated for six months before he popped the question to you to marry him. It was an easy answer to give because you were head over heels for Bucky. Today you were both married and celebrating your life together. You had a baby on the way and that was something you both were excited for. There was no other place Bucky would rather be in this world. He thinks back to the day he met you and how he thought he was a fool falling so hard for you. Now he has no regrets for pursuing you and changing his life for you. Now, all there is to focus on is the baby on the way and a wonderful life with you.

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[puckandgossip]

Hi! For O and Q, many things can be true.

Quinn could have cheated on her; he is a professional hockey player, which they are known for being cheaters. Depending on the guy, the city, the team and also the age, they might find different ways to cheat. For the younger ones, Snapchat and instagram and dating apps might be more commonly used. On the other hand , and this will open a bigger discussion, older ish players might define ways through bottle girls and even escorts (that is a well known thing in the athlete or just rich guys world).

Even if he wanted to be serious, he could still very much cheat on her. Look at McDavid, he married the woman he cheated on, and plenty of them have done it. They want a stay at home woman who will give them stability and a place to run too and someone that will worship them. They all want that, but they also want to get their dick wet and cheat.

However, there are some weird things that makes weird that he would have cheated. First of all, the whole 4th of July situation and Ellen unfollowing. It would be very hypocritical of him to go all out if he cheated on her. But then again, he could be hypocritical and probably Ellen would not even know that he cheated on O if he did. Also, we are going on the basis that Quinn and Ellen never unfollowed is ex Kennedi Draper—but it’s normal since they are like family friends. So, they would never unfollow her. Furthermore, if Quinn cheated on her, wouldn’t Olivia have unfollowed him when her friends did? But also, social media following doesn’t always reflects the situation. Maybe she still had hopes for reconciliation but her friends were like fuck this man? We learned that WAGs are sometimes too forgiving so she maybe didn’t do all of that. Also, as I said, maybe there were talks of getting back together but then she moved on and Quinn had a tantrum because he just might be a little bit of an entitled prick.

But if we take the whole Olivia and Tommy D thing into consideration (all are rumors—that have some good coincidences, and as someone said on a blog: it’s such an odd pairing and rumors, why would you choose them to create some buzz), it opens just a whole other level.

The timing is weird. A lot of people says their breakup was end of March. They might also have broken up or had some kind of break or falling out more in mid March before she left for Miami and NYC. Because if not, there might have been a Liv and Tommy meeting (first meeting) in Miami. And all of that would make the timeline sketchy on her part.

(but he still might have cheated)

Also, the timing of their breaking is very interesting. Her friends seem to have have unfollowed him more sometime in April. Which could mean they were on some kind of break, taking some time off and reflecting on their relationship; they weren’t 100% broken off ? Or maybe they had a civil break up and then she learns he cheated? But then, why would only her friend unfollow him and not her? But then, she might be forgiving or she just did not want to cause too much attention. Indeed, we have seen throughout their relationship how she has erased some posts that people linked to Quinn (e.g. her 2020 yoga post where people tagged him), she made her accounts private when people found out about her in april, he unfollowed her private insta probably because she was getting too many friend’s notifications, etc. I think she is very conscious of the implications of unfollowing him. So maybe she waited for a while. Because as we saw, one or two posts after he unfollowed her, she disabled comments. She knows his fan girls can be intense.

We are getting multiple things at once: her rumors with Tommy, Quinn cheating throughout the relationship, a breakup that was caused due to two different headspace in their relationship, a calm breakup that ended well that turned into something that seems bad.

But the person who knows people from her circle: do you have anything more to add? Do you know anything else?

These are very good and possible options… and i think we’ve slimmed it down pretty well, We do need some more evidence from the olivia anon and some detail would help! Anyone who knows anything else or has something to add please do!!