#that was supposed to be a happy galentines

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Welp I am never being vulnerable like that again

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Surprise! 💖

summary: Your “talking stage” pays you a surprise visit.

pairing: logie sarge x reader

warnings: none

rom-com type fic 🫧

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You and Logan had a “talking stage”. Really it was a “I want to be in a relationship with you and I’m in love with you but not right now”. Your job was chaotic and draining- and well his job was certainly more chaotic and draining.

Although your two friends didn’t know this, so when you guys met up for your monthly breakfast date, they were shocked.

“Wait- but he was totally in love with you?!” Your best friend says, disbelief evident on her face.

“Okay that’s beside the point!” You say with a sigh, setting down your drink.

“But you made a Pinterest board specifically for him in case you two got married.”

“Okay that is definitely beside the point!” You say in embarrassment.

“What’s the point?” Your other friend asks, her hands wrapped tightly around her latte and eyebrows furrowed.

“The point is we were both too busy to be in a relationship..I’m sure he’s moved on” You say, taking a sip of your own drink.

“Bullshit!” Your best friend exclaims, “This man was absolutely head over heels for you. He’s not the type to move on.”

“He’s a formula driver! I’m sure he has and with someone much better than me!” You say with an annoyed sigh.

“Excuse me?” Your best friend scoffs, “I am 100% sure there is not a better woman than you out there.”

“Tell that to Logan!”

“Well- Valentine’s Day is in a few days, maybe he’ll say something to you”

——

Did you see Logan’s story?

No, what is it?

Check Insta

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I told you he moved on

Y/n honey be honest here

I am! He moved on

No he didn’t

He’s in town for Valentine’s Day, that’s not a coincidence

Yes it is

Whatever just be at my house around 4

Okayyy

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“Okay so hypothetically- what if Logan was in town for you and he bought the flowers for you?” You best friend says, taking a sip of the alcoholic mixture you made.

“Okay, stop.” You say, waving your hands in the air and looking over at her, “That’s a big hypothetical and it’s not going to happen. And even so, how would I even know that’s his intention?”

“Because he liked your post!” Your other friend says, eyes lighting up.

“I genuinely think you two are delusional, and I’m supposed to be the delusional one!” You say, taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh shut up!” Your best friend groans, rolling her eyes. “You know that man is still in love with you. Stop being so dense.”

“Okay but if he still loves me then why wasn’t he ready to commit?” You say.

“Because he had a busy race schedule, and so did you!” Your friend yells, “How many times do we need to go over this?”

“Enough times so I can move on..” You say with a groan, leaning into your couch.

“Not a chance.” Your best friend scolds. “I’ve known you for over seven years and I’ve never seen you as happy as when you were around him. You can try to move on all you like, but you’re just going to be miserable.”

“This is supposed to be galentines day! Do we have to talk about him??” You say giving your friends a look.

“We’re just stating the obvious here.” Your best friend scoffs, “Just admit you’d like to get back with him and we can move on from this.”

“Okay yes- if I was given the opportunity to actually be in a relationship with him or even start talking to him again I would!” You admit with a huff, “Now can we put on a rom-com?” You say with a sigh.

“See? Now was that so hard?” Your best friend says with a smirk as she scoots closer to you on the couch. Your other friend laughs and puts on “13 going on 30”.

——

You hum to yourself as you clean up the dishes and food from earlier. You could hear a soft knock on your apartment door over the sounds of Justin Timberlake.

“Coming!” You say, dropping the trash bag and going to your door, opening it to see Logan, who holds a bouquet of roses in his hands.

“Surprise?” He says with a sheepish grin.

You’re silent for a moment, taking him in and noticing the roses in his hands. Your expression is a mix of surprise and confusion but you say nothing and invite him inside.

“Why- why?” You say, not sure what to say as you turn to face him.

He steps inside and looks around, noticing the messy counters and dishes still in the sink. He turns to you and places the roses on your countertop.

“I realized I needed you back in my life- Is this a bad time? I can come back later.” His words were fast and jittery, eyes averted and cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“No- no..it’s not a bad time!” You say, “I was just uhm- cleaning up from earlier with my friends..” You say with a small smile.

“Okay- good.” He lets out a nervous sigh and shifts his feet a little as he looks around your home.

“So I have no idea what to say.” He speaks up, “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot- I missed talking to you, and I just felt the need to bring you flowers. I’m sorry if it’s random.”

“It’s okay Logan..it’s not random” You say with a smile, “I would had said something myself but I thought you moved on and didn’t want to be with me”

“Never.” He whispers, his eyes locking with yours, “I’ll never move on from you.”

He takes a deep breath and steps towards you, the tension building the closer he gets.

“I’ve always wanted to be with you, but I wanted to be there fully for you” He says softly, reaching to lace your fingers together.

You feel like time just stops the moment your hands connect. He lets out another sigh before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“I want to be ready for you, for us. But I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore. You’re incredible- and I’m an idiot for letting time pass like this.”

“Yeah you are an idiot, but you’re cute” You say with a small laugh, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

He kisses back, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you close to his body. He pulls away after a moment, his cheeks flushed and a smile on his face. “I missed that.”

“I missed it too”

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radio 🪩: I know Valentine’s Day is a bit away but I thought this was so cute 🫶

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yandere! Fem Love Rival x Reader

Happy Valentine’s / Late Galentine’s!

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Yandere! Love Rival who totally hates your guts for taking her fiancé’s attention away from her.

Yandere! Love Rival who forces her goons to take you to her room, asking them specifically not to rough you up and keep you in peak condition for when you enter her chambers.

Yandere! Love Rival who does your make-up. Muttering about having so much work to do with how your face looks.

Yandere! Love Rival who actually thinks your face is perfect and is just buying more time with you.

Yandere! Love Rival who learns that you’re in fact, in love with someone else who isn’t her fiancé and freaks out.

What do mean you don’t like him? How is she supposed to keep you close if you don’t reciprocate his feelings?

No matter, she’ll doll you up and make you irresistible. She knows her fiancé will do the rest.

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Loving You Easy - Nick Folio (18+)

Pairing: Nick Folio x fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Fluff, Kissing, Fingering, Nipple Play, Unprotected p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: This is just a late ass Valentine's Day one shot. Sorry it's so late. ): Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers.

It wasn’t Nick’s fault. You knew that. But you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. What person in a relationship wouldn’t be if they had to spend Valentine’s Day alone? You knew he couldn’t control when the tour ended, travel time, and unexpected flight delays. That didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to be upset, though. 

The plan for your very lonely Valentine’s Day was originally to just rot in bed, watch movies, and order takeout. However, your friends seemed to have other plans. About halfway through your first movie of the day, the group chat you had with your friends started blowing up as they began to plan a Galentines outing. They decided on a plan in record time, and then began to practically beg you to come out with them. You figured that it would be better to get out and hang out with your friends instead of wallowing in your own self pity; so you agreed.

Apparently, one of your friends managed to score a 6 o’clock reservation at one of the best Italian restaurants in town. You decided not to question how they managed that on such short notice, instead finishing your movie and watching a few episodes of your comfort show to kill time until you had to get ready. 

By the time 5:30 rolled around, you were all dolled up in your cutest little red dress. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection. Well, as close to perfection as you could get it. After a quick once over in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, you were off. You made it to the restaurant about ten minutes early. Strangely, there was no sign of your friends when you arrived. They had said they would wait outside of the restaurant, and while there were people waiting outside, you didn’t know any of them. 

As you scanned the crowd with your eyes, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Expecting to see one of your friends, you spun around. When your eyes met the person before you, your jaw dropped and your eyes welled up with tears. There before you stood Nick, who wasn’t supposed to be back until sometime tomorrow, in slacks and a dress shirt, holding a single red rose. Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. He held you close with a nearly suffocating grip. 

“How are you here?” you asked him, in awe. “I thought your flight got delayed.”

“I was able to get on a different flight,” he explained, pulling back from the hug. “I had your friends cover for me so I could surprise you.”

You held his face in your hands. “I missed you so much,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him. 

“I missed you too, darlin’,” he murmured against your lips. 

The kiss was slow, sweet, and soft. It was filled with so much love that you started to feel like you were floating. When you pulled away, you delicately dabbed at your eyes so as to not ruin your makeup with unshed happy tears. Nick finally handed you the red rose he’d brought for you and you took it with a smile. He then wrapped an arm around you and led you into the restaurant.

The moment the two of you got home, your hands were all over each other. Nick’s lips moved against yours eagerly. His hands gripped your ass and began to knead at the flesh through the fabric of your dress as you worked to unbutton his dress shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, you slid it down his shoulders. He moved his hands to shrug it the rest of the way off, then his hands were right back on you. They started at your hips this time and moved their way up and onto your back until his fingertips hit the zipper of your dress. 

“This dress is fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “But it would look so much better on the floor.” With that, he unzipped the garment and you let it fall to the floor. The cool air hit your bare breasts and caused your nipples to pebble. He took a moment to look over your body, fully take in the sight of you standing only in your panties in front of him. A groan sounded from the back of his throat. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I missed you so much.” He pulled you flush to him and kissed you again, all eagerness and need. 

You whimpered against his lips as your nipples brushed up against his warm, flushed chest. Your hands found their way into his hair, gripping it as he sucked on your tongue. You felt his hands slide to the backs of your thighs. “Jump,” he mumbled on your lips. You did as he said, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up and carried you to the bedroom. 

Nick placed you on the bed gently and kissed down your neck. He sucked at the spot that he knew would get you squirming, reveling in your whimpers and the way your breath hitched. Once there was a deep purple mark decorating your neck, he kissed down to your chest. He took one of your pert nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, running his tongue around it. He used his hand to play with and pinch at the other. Your back arched and soft moans escaped your lips. 

He looked up at you as he released your nipple with a soft pop and ran his tongue across it. “So sensitive,” he teased. “That feel good, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding your head, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

He switched to your other breast and swirled his tongue around the nipple. “How about we use our words?” he hummed before taking your other nipple in his mouth, sucking just like he did to the other. 

“Feels s’good,” you whined, involuntarily grinding your hips upwards. 

He groaned into your skin and began to move his hand from your breast down your body, his fingertips ghosting down your stomach on their way to where you needed him most. He ran a finger through your folds and immediately moaned, popping off of your nipple once again. “Baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking soaked.” Before you could even respond, he plunged two fingers inside of you. 

You gasped and let out a trembling moan as he immediately started to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. He pressed his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you as his fingers worked inside of you. You mewled into his mouth as his palm continuously bumped against your clit. He swallowed every sound you made while you clenched around his fingers. 

“You close, doll?” he murmured on your lips. 

“Mhm,” you whined into his mouth. 

“Go ‘head,” he whispered. “Come all over my fingers. You can do it, baby.”

You clamped down on his fingers like a vice, nearly sobbing as you reached your peak. Your back arched off the bed and he slowed his pace to let you ride out your orgasm. “There ya go,” he hummed. “Good job, doll.”

You whimpered when he finally removed his fingers. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste. “You wanna taste yourself?” he asked with a smirk. When you nodded in response, he pressed his lips to yours once more, slowly kissing you and slipping his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “Tastes good, huh?” he murmured, lips turned up into a small smile. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, staring into those big brown eyes. “Nick,” you whispered. “I need you inside of me. Please.” 

“Yeah? You want it?” 

“I need it.” 

He sat up enough to get his pants and boxers off, then he lined himself up at your entrance. He slowly began to push inside, groaning once he was all the way in. “Fuuuck,” he moaned. He leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss as he began to thrust, deep and slow. 

Your back arched off of the bed as he buried himself inside of you, his hips flush to your ass. He began to grind into you while staying completely inside of you, hitting that deepest spot with each movement. He pressed his forehead to yours, “Look at me, doll.” 

You opened your eyes to look into his, whimpering with each thrust of his hips and forcing your eyes to stay open. “S’good,” you whined breathlessly. “I love you s’much.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He began to pant as he got closer and closer to his peak, which was coming a lot faster than it would have had he not been away from you for so long. 

His rhythm began to falter and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place. “Want you to come in me,” you breathed. You were close to your own orgasm as well, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he nearly whimpered. “I-I’m coming, oh fuck.” He made sure he was as deep as he could be as he spilled rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, moaning throughout his climax. “Fuck, I love you,” he moaned out. 

The feeling of him coming undone inside of you triggered your second orgasm of the night. Your nails raked down his back and your eyes rolled back, chanting his name as you spasmed around him, milking him dry. Once he pulled out, he quickly went to get something to clean you both up and hurried back. He gently cleaned you, careful not to do anything that would overstimulate you. Then, he laid next to you and pulled you close. You felt at home in each other's arms. And fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

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Imagine Eddie coming to your rescue when your Galentines Day leaves you saddened and feeling sorry for yourself.

You’d planned to spend the day with Robin and Nancy, getting your nails done and having an adult sleepover. Robs had already checked out a plethora of chick flick and horror films from work to binge, with Nancy loading up on snacks and stashing them in the station wagon, and you were in charge of getting pizzas and milkshakes. It was supposed to have gone that way, anyways… Now you’re sitting alone on your dad’s old leather couch, movies and pizzas stacked in front of you, milkshakes melting, nail appointments canceled, while your friends had separated for surprise plans with their significant others.

“Are you sure? I know Jonathan won’t care if I cancel.”

“Nance, you hardly get to see him.”

“Vickie won’t mind either, I’m sure—“

“Hey, I’m not gonna break, babes. I get it, okay? You go spend some time with your guy and girl. I’ll just watch some movies and chill. I need some me time anyways.”

You’d wanted to give yourself an award for the amount of effort you put into believing that. Hell, you did at first. You were happy for them, you did enjoy solitude sometimes. But you hadn’t told them that you had already paid for everyone’s nails before you canceled, or had the shakes and pizzas in your car. It wasn’t their fault, nor would you ever guilt them.

You planned to eat as much as you could, then sulk, drink a little, and fall into bed with some late night crappy television. What you didn’t bank on is crying over your loneliness and lack of flowers, candy, or even a card from someone. You almost considered calling Steve, but he’d been preparing for a date all week that you knew it wasn’t one he was going to cancel to come he a couch potato with you. Even the kids in your makeshift family had their partners. You snort into a soft sniffle, about ready to throw away your food and make that venture to bed anyways, when a knock clicks across your front door, rasping knuckle bones heavy and persistent.

It’s not a very attractive look, but don’t expect anyone that isn’t your immediate relative, so you wrap your patchwork throw around your shoulders and head for the door, pulling it open against the biting winter wind. Eddie Munson is leaning in your doorway, ringed hand curled into a fist mid-knock, his soft curls billowing out behind him. He’s wrapped in his leather jacket and a pair of white washed jeans, scribbled with an array of doodles. He’s bouncing on his heels and those lips — red from the weather, they curl back to reveal milky white teeth. You stare him down for what feels like minutes, but is merely seconds, and then he’s speaking with an ever present smirk, motioning to your entryway.

“May I cross the threshold, perhaps?”

“Oh.” You shiver, as if your body suddenly remembers the wind chill factor. Or maybe that’s something else. “Yeah, sure. Come on in.”

Eddie slides in beside you and strolls into your living room, immediately seeing the boxes of pizza stacked and steaming. You close the door and wish you could walk out through it and into your embarrassing shame. You join him in record time, curling a sweat pant clad leg beneath you, keeping the blanket wound tightly around your chest. He drops beside you, brow raising. “Not very dressed for the party it looks like you’re expecting.”

He’s meaning the pizza, a teasing banter playing on his lips, but your already emotional state causes you to bow your head. “No party. You’re welcome to them if you’re hungry, or if you know of someone else.”

You really don’t want to think of Eddie’s potential date. It’d be horrific if she choked on a pepperoni. You catch his frown, already wishing you had just ignored the door. He senses your anxiety, he knows that retreating defeat. You’re not at all prepared for his much larger hand to clasp a top yours, squeezing gently.

You’re nearly frozen, his cold hand a sudden shockwave. That and the dozens of Cupid shaped butterflies that are slapping your insides with their glittery wings, leaving Eddie’s magic dust behind. You smile at that notion, Eddie leaning in a bit to try and read you. “There’s a smile. Figured you needed one. You looked like I felt when Wayne’s admirer brought her granddaughter over with some lumpy ass chocolate cake and we all had to sit in the kitchen and talk.”

You can’t fight the chuckle that escapes you, images dancing in your head of Eddie trying to be a polite host, but being irritated and obnoxiously endearing.

“Yeah, yeah. S’ not so funny when it’s not even the granddaughter that blows you kisses, but the old lady every-time she sees me.”

“Maybe don’t be so lovable?” You quirk, letting your blanket slide a few inches, a sudden warmth swelling underneath your cheeks.

“You think I’m lovable, hmm? Look at you. All cuddled up and cute right now. I could… just—“ And he stops himself, staring blankly, your heart rate thrumming rather uncomfortably. You’re about to ask him what his deal is, but he’s finding his speech again and tackles you back onto the couch, with a, “—tickle-attack you!”

“Eddie, get off! Jesus you’re a lanky mother fucker!” You’re trying to shout but it comes out as a series of giggles, his fingertips pressing into your armpits above the blankets, his curls tickling your face each instance he moves from your fight back.

Only once you’re panting and letting him be privy to winning, he eases back. You grip his forearms, however, a boldness, an alarmingly vice finding your heart muscle, stringing it up and attempting to tie it to Eddie’s. You unravel your burrito cocoon, throwing the material over his back and bringing your arms into a wide open spread. The most feather light grin grazes his spectacular mouth, and he’s obliging, wrapping you into his arms and snuggling into your blanket shield with you, cinnamon, Old Spice, the dusty smell of baseboard heaters in his trailer, his camel cigarette smoke lingering in layers, and laundry detergent clinging to his sweater. His body weight is welcomed, his cooling skin like electricity, and your crush is cheering in celebration that you’re cuddling with Eddie Munson.

Little did you know, your Galentine’s dates had purposely sent Eddie over, knowing fate would latch onto the rest.

~*~

Happy Valentine’s Day, loves ❤️🖤

[i4bellingham]

INSTAGRAM FILES part 3 : jude bellingham x reader

notes: valentines was 2 days ago but i'm still gonna post this bye 💀 anyways, a little life update just started my term at a new college recently and moved out of the house, had been a bit busy since so updates are still sparse. anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! love yaaa ❤️

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Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 8

Joe Burrow x Reader.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Mention of pregnancy. Explicit language. Mention of cheating.

Word count: 3.4K

Two weeks later:

It's been a few weeks now since you went over to Joe's after seeing him with his suppose baby's mother. It was Valentine's Day today and your office was covered in people receiving flowers, teddy bears, balloons, chocolate you name it. You weren't bitter about it, you always appreciated people showing love towards one another but what got annoying was people asking why you hadn't received anything as if you weren't painfully single and have been the entire time you'd been working there. It was finally the end of the day and you were going to get into your car and pick up some Chinese before heading home to drink a nice bottle of wine you got for Christmas from a coworker a few months ago.

All your friends, even Peyton had plans today which was a bit of a shocker because Peyton never seemed super interested in relationships but you were happy for him that he was going to spend Valentine's Day with a special someone. As you drove in traffic blasting Jonás Brothers as if you were 16 again a call came through. You looked at your radio screen and saw it was Joe. The guy hadn't left you alone since you went over his house that one night. He's called you everyday after work and texted you in the morning before his workouts and even at lunch.

"Hello?" You answer on the car Bluetooth. "Hey, you out of work?" Joe asks. "Yeah just sitting in traffic, what are you up to?" You ask. "Nothing much, I just wanted to see if you wanted to maybe come over and hang out? It's Friday and I've been so bored all week." Joe says. "It's Valentine's Day, shouldn't you have plans?" You smirk. "With who, Tee?" Joe says making you laugh. "I mean, girls have galentines why can't two bros do it?" You say and you hear Joe suck his teeth. "C'mon, yes or no. I wanna order food before it gets too busy with all the Valentines crap." Joe says. He definitely wasn't for the hallmark holiday. "Sure, just let me go home and change." You say. "Cool! Is Chinese okay?" He asks. "You read my mind." You nod as if he could see you. "Great, I'll see you soon." Joe says before he hangs up.

After going home to shower and change, you make your way too the nearest grocery store to buy some junk food. Knowing Joe is always on his health stuff and you wanted some double stuffed Oreos, candy and chips. After stopping at the store you head on over to Joe's. Things were a bit odd between the two of you after he told you how he felt about you but you knew he needed a support system right now and you just couldn't ignore him.

Parking in Joes driveway, you grab you things and head towards the door ringing the doorbell. After a moment the door opened. "Nice, you waited until I actually rang the doorbell this time." You smirk at Joe and he rolls his eyes letting you in. You notice he had a bit of a scruffy look going on and honestly, you thought it looked really good on him. It was too bad you coudln't do anything about it. "What do you got there?" Joe asks as you take off your shoes by the door. "Snacks." You say. "I have snacks." Joe says looking at you weird. "You have stuff 78 year old people eat to control their cholesterol and make them poop. These are real snacks." You say and he snatches the bag out of your hand to look at it and you snatch it back. "Rude!" You scoff. "What's rude is you basically saying my snacks suck!" Joe defends himself making you chuckle.

"Well, then get better snacks." You roll your eyes and he scoffs. You set the snacks down in the kitchen and see that the food was already there. "I got us a bit of everything since I forgot to ask what you liked, hope that's okay." Joe says taking stuff out the paper bags. "I'll eat anything! I skipped breakfast and lunch today." You say as he hands you some chicken and broccoli. "You should of texted me, I would of brought you some food." Joe says. "That's sweet but I wouldn't even had time to do that, I was running around all day." I shake my head.

You two serve yourself plates of food and head to the living room to sit down, watch a movie and eat. "So anything new with the baby?" You ask Joe and he sighs as he chews his food. "My publicist pretty much gave me a heads up the other day that the internet was speculating on Emily and her pregnancy. Someone caught her shopping in the baby section at some boutique and she's started to show more but was wearing a jacket so they couldn't really tell." Joe says. "How come she hasn't been more open about it? From what Mariana told me she seemed pretty into her social media and share a lot about her personal stuff. Why hide the baby?" You ask. "She's embarrassed. There's a big chance everyone will know the truth about how she was unfaithful to me in our relationship after she played it out to be the opposite with you and me." Joe says.

"Speaking about that...who might be the other dad if you don't mind me asking?" You ask him genuinely curious to that answer. "Some retired NFL player who got injured and never returned to the sport." Joe shrugs not giving you more information than that. It still clearly bothered him talking about them which you understood. "Wonder how he's taking all of this" You mutter taking a bite of your food. "I know they live together so I'm guessing pretty well." Joe shrugs and you just nod not wanting to push any further on the topic.

"How's work?" Joe asks picking at his food. "It's alright, they're opening another branch in Rhode Island and offered me a position there." You nod taking a sip of your water. Joe pauses and looks at you. "Are you... taking it?" He asks. "I don't know, I still have time to choose. Until late March or so." You shrug taking a bite of the an egg roll, you could sense that he didn't like what you had just said and was keeping his two cents to himself. "Why do you ask?" You ask, you don't know what it was about you that you always needed to shake the table with stuff like this, but you always did.

"No reason, just asking." He shrugs taking a bite of his food. God was he such a bad liar. "You seem like you have something to say." You push on and he sighs. "Rhode Island is kind of far, would suck to see you go." He says. Hearing that was more of a punch to the gut than you had hoped for. "It's like a 3 hour plane ride, if that and I'd visit every now and then. My family does live here and my friends are all here." You nod. "I know, I'm just saying it sucks that we won't have a lot more nights like these cause we'll be so far from each other." Joe says. "You never know, I'm sure Mariana will find away to fly me out over here for games and what not." You chuckle. "You know she's always up something." You smile.

 "Now that you mention her... I sort of have to talk to you about her." Joe says hesitantly. It seemed serious which made you uneasy. "What's up?" You say setting your plate of food on the coffee table giving him your full attention. "I went to my lawyers office the other day to meet over this whole paternity test thing just to know what I can do and know my rights and stuff..." he says and you nod signaling to keep going. "When I was leaving the building and headed out to the parking lot... I saw her in the car with another guy and it looked to me like they kissed before the man got out and walked into the building." Joe says and your heart drops. "Are-are you sure it was her?" You ask confused. "There's not many people here in Cincy that drive a powdered blue G wagon..." Joe says and you sigh. "Fuck Mariana..." you sigh leaning back on the sofa. "I'm sorry." Joe says. "It's not your fault...I've just been here before." You say staring at the ceiling. "What do you mean?" Joe asks confused and you sigh before looking over at him.

"Before Ja'Marr... Mariana dated this guy named Cole, they were college sweethearts I guess you could say and she got caught up with a lawyer when she interning at some company early on in their relationship. They moved on from it, so they said but the relationship was never the same again. They fought a lot, one night I even had to go pick her up in the middle of the night with the gang because he had thrown her out of their apartment & he kept accusing her of cheating but he couldn't prove it. So they broke up. She stopped talking to the lawyer, or so she said and now she's been with Ja'Marr but it seems like she still hasn't cut ties with that lawyer. after all" You say rubbing your temples.

"Wait, so this isn't anything new? Why not tell Ja'Marr?" Joe asks. "She promised me it was over and seeing how into Ja'Marr she was I believed her. The lawyer dude is married himself." You say and Joes jaw hangs when I tell him that. "What the fuck." Joe says processing everything. You grab your phone and decide to text Peyton and Sasha your infamous "Code Law" text that you guys used when Mariana was going through something with the lawyer.

"Who are you texting?" Joe asks. "Sasha and Peyton, you just opened up a can of worms that we tried burning years ago." You snort and Joe looks at you a small kid who broke something. "Have you told Ja'Marr?" You ask Joe setting your phone down. "No, cause what if I saw wrong." Joe says shaking his head. Pretty quickly your phone dings with the responses of your friends.

Peyton:You're fucking kidding me!?

Sasha: HOW?! WHEN?!

"Is that them?" Joe asks and you nod. "They're probably gonna ruin our night here." You say to him and his chuckles. "Tell them we have food." Joe says making you chuckle.

******************* "I came as quickly as I could!" Peyton says walking through the door of Joe's house. "Nice hickey." You mutter seeing a big red purple splotch on his neck and he rolls his eyes. "Hush! Is Sasha here yet?" Peyton says as you close the door. "She's on her way." You shake your head. Joe comes out of the bathroom and says hello to Peyton. "Nice place you have here." Peyton says. "Thanks, make yourself at home." Joe nods. "Oh I will." Peyton says taking his shoes off by the door making you and Joe chuckle.

"If you're hungry Joe ordered a ton of Chinese food, it's in the kitchen." You say to Peyton. "Sure, thanks." he nods. You all make your way to the kitchen and Peyton speaks up. "So, how bad is the Code Law". Peyton says. "Wait, code law?" Joe asks in confusion. "It's something we came up with when Mariana was back on some shit with the lawyer." Peyton says to him and you nod in agreement. "This isn't going to end well is it?" Joe sighs leaning on the kitchen island. "Not at all, but to answer your question Peyton...i'd give it a 6 out of 10." You sigh. "I'm not bailing anyone out of jail, y'all have the money." Peyton saying making you laugh. "Y'all is a lot of people." You scoff. "Wait what? Jail?" Joe asks confused and Peyton chuckles. "He hasn't been around a lot of gay men has he?" Peyton says and you just shrug. "He's just being dramatic and joking, I'm sure no one will go to Jail." You reassure Joe.  

The doorbell then rings and Joe goes to answer this time. "Girl this house oh my god, I see why you're ignoring the baby thing!" Peyton snickers at you and shush him. "We're just friends." You roll your eyes. "I would second guess that but we are over here on valentine's day when he should be blowing your back out right about now." Peyton says checking his watch and you slap his arm. "So, what the actual fuck is happening right now? Also thanks for the Code Law, that date was going horrendous. The guy kept talking about landscaping...you literally saved me." Sasha says coming into the kitchen and hugging you guys. "Grab yourself some food and meet us in the living room so we can all talk about this." You tell them both and you and Joe head to the living room. "You guys take this serious." Joe says as you sit on the floor around the coffee table. "We're just a bit traumatized from the last time...Mariana spiraled out of control." You sigh leaning back on the couch. 

"Okay so spillllll what is going on!" Sasha says as her and Peyton sit down. "Joe just told me that the other day he was leaving a meeting and when he was walking to his car, he spotted Mariana and she was with Julian and he saw them kiss before he got out of her car." You say and Sasha and Peyton look at each other. "Are we sure it was her?" Sasha asks. "Positive." Joe nods. "Was the guy tall, white, brunette with a beard?" Peyton asks and Joe nods again. "Fuck." Peyton sighs. "Not this shit again...I'm sorry but once might be a mistake this is just her being a cheating bitch." Sasha says and you couldn't argue that. Mariana was your best friend but it sucked seeing her do this to her relationships. "Does anyone else know?" Peyton asks. "I haven't told Ja'Marr if that's what you're asking. I don't know how to bring something like this up to him." Joe says biting his lip looking anxious. "I don't know how I feel about being with friends with a serial cheater and if we go to her and ask.... she's going to deny it." Peyton says and you sigh knowing he was right too. "Guys, I didn't mean to like ruin a friendship here or anything. I just told Y/N what I saw because I couldn't keep it to myself any longer." Joe says seeming worried. "Oh this isn't your fault, you're real for telling us because Mariana definitely wouldn't." Sasha says and you nod agreement. 

"We have to figure out a way to obtain concrete evidence and go to Mariana with it. It's the only way, and if she denies it. We go to Ja'Marr. with it" You say looking to Joe who takes a deep breath. "Talk about being at the wrong place, and the wrong time." He says.

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Peyton and Sasha left from Joe's pretty late. After trying to brainstorm a plan of finding out more about Mariana's affair, you guys just hung out. You thought it was actually pretty nice, Sasha and Peyton got to know Joe better and it was nice seeing them three get along well after all the drama you and Joe had. "I should probably get going to, I've had a long day." You yawn as you help Joe clean up whatever was left of the food. "Or...you could stay." Joe smirks. A smirk you knew to well at this point. "Joe- Joe nothing...come on. It's almost 1am, you live across town and I don't want you driving tired." He says pulling you towards him. "What happened to just being friends." You say to him and he shrugs. "Friends can still do this." Joe says kissing your neck sending shivers down your spine. You were beginning to hate the effect Joe had on you. Your ability to say no to him had become pathetically non-existent. "So you do this with your homeboys?" You snort and Joe sucks his teeth making you giggle. "Just go upstairs, I'm gonna make sure everything is locked up." Joe says letting you go and you nod grabbing your phone and making your way upstairs. Walking into his room you start thinking about what was going to end up happening between you two, with the baby being born soon and now that Mariana is back on her bullshit. You think about how you maybe should of just cut things off completely when you found out about the possible baby. 

Taking your hoodie off and pants, you were left in a cami and underwear. It wasn't like Joe hadn't seen any of it and more before. You throw your clothes on a chair he had in the room and make yourself comfortable on his large bed. "For someone who wanted to leave, you sure made yourself comfortable pretty fast." Joe says coming into the room and shutting the door behind him. "I could always leave, you're the one begging me to stay." You yawn. "Yeah, you'll probably fall asleep half way down the stairs." Joe says and you flick him off. "I'm gonna shower really quick, light or no light?" Joe says going to flick the lights off. "Off please." You say and he shuts the light off. Joe makes his way to the bathroom and leaves the bathroom door ajar. You noticed he always did that, you wondered if he did that for ventilation or in case a burglar came in. Either way you found yourself peeking through from the bed and you get a perfect back view of him as he went to turn the shower on. "That ass tho!" You say loud enough for him to hear and he quickly snaps his neck to the side and gives you a look. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Joe asks clearly embarrassed. "I was enjoying the show, don't put it on if you don't want anyone peeping." You answer back and you hear him suck his teeth. "Perv." You barely heard him say. "Only for you." You answer back before you see him step into the shower. "Sleep!" He barks back making you giggle. 

You doze off for a bit before you felt Joe get into bed and spoon you. His body still warm from the shower. "Friends don't sleep like this." You mutter and he hums. "I could take the couch." he says. "Mkay..."You say and he sighs taking off the comforter making you smile. You grab his arm and pull him to you again. "Stop being dumb. Keep me warm." You say to him. He pulls the cover over you again and feel him kiss your shoulder giving you goosebumps. To you it felt like he was soaking you in which felt nice but also sucked because you both knew this could all soon end. 

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The next morning you woke up hearing the sink in the bathroom run. You looked at your phone and saw it was 7am. Of course Joe would be up this damn early you thought to yourself. You noticed a message from Mariana that she sent at 4am. You thought why she would sent something late but you remembered she was in Hawaii with Ja'Marr. You open the picture and see it was a picture of a huge ring on her finger and her smiling face behind it with the text that said "I said Yes!!". You freeze for moment in complete shock. "Joe!?" You call out and Joe quickly runs out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth. "Huh!?" He asks startled by the way you called him. "Look!!" You say jumping out of the bed and handing him your phone. He takes your phone confused and then realization strikes. "She sent you this?!" Joe asks with his toothbrush still in his mouth and you nod. "Hold on." He says going back into the bathroom. He comes out after finishing brushing his teeth. "Did Ja'Marr ever say anything about proposing?" You ask Joe. "We went out after our last game to drink our sorrows away and he might of mentioned something but definitely not for valentines day." Joe shakes his head. "This just got a whole lot messier." You sigh and Joe nods. "Code...wedding?" He grimaced.

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A/N: Decided to post this today instead of tomorrow so, surprise!! I hope this chapter wasn't too all over the place and you guys enjoyed! I've recently gotten a lot love from you guys over this series and I could not be more happy to see it! Thank you all for reading and supporting the fic, it means sooo much to me!! Much Love, Kay🖤

[cookinguptales]

I guess every holiday, quasi- or otherwise, gets commercialized eventually, but I still feel weirdly bummed about getting inundated with Galentine's Day marketing emails.

It was supposed to just be a chance to show the women in your life that you love and support them in a way that has nothing to do with romance. In a world where women are often boiled down to their worth in a relationship... idk, it felt nice. I know it was just a silly holiday from a tv show, but I liked it.

Now I'm getting marketing emails telling me to buy myself random bullshit for Galentine's Day and it's just like. sigh.

I guess even a silly holiday invented by a sitcom will become completely commercialized if corporations are given half a chance. They saw a chance to advertise to single people during VDay week and they were happy to jump on it. :(

[curlyhairedintrovertsworld]

if galentines is supposed to be today then happy galentines day, ilysm 💗🌷💌

i love you too 😻💖 apparently it was on the 13th???

[aimlacely-sapphic]

Valentines Day is always such a weird experience for me because its supposed to be a celebration of love and I want to get behind that so much but at the same time it pushes narratives of hetero-allonormativity so much that I struggle to (not to mention how commercial it has become).

All that to say, for anyone in a relationship, I hope this day can be a chance to name and celebrate that love.

For anyone not in a relationship but wanting one, know you are so valid and it is fair to feel sad about not being in one, but that your lack of relationship does not define or reflect on your self worth.

And for all the aspec people like me out there, feel free to make this day a celebration of the love you hold as well, because romantic love is by no means more valuable or meaningful than other kinds of love. (And if you want to simply ignore the holiday you can do that too:))

I know there have also been recent trends to make valentines day galentines day/palentines day. If that feels like someting meaningful for you (I know it definitely does for me) enjoy it! embrace it! But don't assume just because you see two women hanging out together they are celebrating galentines as opposed to valentines dat, they could just as well but in a romantic relationship:)

Have a lovely pink and colourful and happy day full of love and joy in whatever way means the most to you<3

[travelloverr]

Ditch the Dress Code: Celebrate Valentine's Day Your Way This Year

Valentine's Day when is around the near, and while it's a day to celebrate love, forget about any supposed "color code" dictating what you should wear!

Express Yourself, Not a Trend

Lately, there have been articles about specific colors supposedly linked to relationship statuses on Valentine's Day.  While it can be lighthearted fun, focusing on a color code can take away from the true spirit of the day: celebrating love in all its beautiful forms. Click here

Choose Colors That Make You Feel Great

Instead of following an invented trend, pick an outfit that makes you feel confident and radiant.  Is red your power color? Rock it!  Feeling flirty and fun?  Go for a floral dress or a playful pattern.  Valentine's Day is about love, and part of loving yourself is expressing your personality through your style.

Focus on the Love, Not the Labels

Valentine's Day isn't just for couples.  Treat yourself to a solo spa day, have a Galentine's Day brunch with your best friends, or volunteer for a cause you care about.  Wear whatever makes you feel fantastic, regardless of your relationship status. Click here

The Only Color Code That Matters: Love!

The most important thing on Valentine's Day is to spread love  - to yourself, to your partner, to your friends, and to the world.  So ditch the color code and embrace the day in a way that feels true to you.  Happy Valentine's Day! If you want to know more information about valentine’s colour code and FAQs Click here

[umichenginabroad]

Stockholm Week 5: Late Nights and Long Naps

Hej hej! This week was the longest week for me. It was less going out and more cooking than other weeks because I stayed in my room for a substantial period. I had multiple very late nights due to assignments, but hopefully it’ll get better soon :) 

2/12 Mon: Nap #1

I went on another ICA trip to see what groceries to buy. We ate almost everything in our fridge before Core Course Week and did not have anything to eat. 

I used the pre-made Thai curry sauce for lunch. 

Unfortunately, it was too coconut-y for me but my roommate liked it so it canceled out

A severe food coma hit me and my supposed 20-minute nap turned into a 3-hour nap… XoX

For the rest of the night, I focused on doing homework for my online Reactions class for my major. It was due on Valentine's Day (Professor quote-on-quote said the homework is due on Valentine’s Day but you are chemical engineers so you don’t have anything to do anyway, right?). I ended up sleeping at 4 am ;-;

2/13 Tue: The Chestnut Man

Snow covered Stockholm overnight. 

Subway view on my way to DIS building 

I was happy to see the snow again but nervous that I’d finally slip on the ice this time. I haven’t slipped yet and I want to keep it that way for the entire semester! 

In Crime Fiction class (my favorite so far), we watched episode 2 of the Netflix series The Chestnut Man. I recommend it to anyone who likes mystery and thrillers like me. Swedish culture is well integrated as the main theme of the series. The music and production of the film were spectacular in creating tension. 

There is some gore in it, but if you don’t like it you can cover your eyes for a bit. I’m a big scaredy cat myself so if I can manage it, then you can too. 

After classes, time flew by. It was 2 pm when I came back from another ICA run, 3 pm when I put in the laundry and cooked lunch, and 4:30 pm when I finished lunch and laundry. Day after day I am discovering how much time is needed for housework. 

I loved these heart-shaped containers - they really know how to sell things 

2/14 Wed: Swedish History Museum with Galentines on Top

My Swedish class had the first field trip to the Swedish History Museum, historiska museet. There were various exhibitions ranging from the Gold Room to the Viking World. 

We had fika before going around the exhibitions and this was a Valentine's Day-themed semla. Isn’t it so cute <3 

I also took part in raising the Valentine’s Day spirit by weaving a heart

I focused on the Prehistories exhibition with my assigned group. With some time left over, I ran to the Gold Room to see 52 kg of gold with my own eyes. I was fascinated by the intricacy of the handmade gold and silver accessories from hundreds and even thousands of years ago. 

We had a heated debate on what this is. At first, I thought it was a detachable crown but when I searched it up it was an agate bowl reliquary

When the museum visit ended at 12:30 pm, I headed back towards DIS for lunch. My friend and I went to Matchaya again.

Unadon and miso-based ramen were both good and fulfilling :)

As we always do, we had a tremendous amount of work to do (I don’t know why). Since only a couple of cafes stay open until the evenings, we went back to the DIS building to do work. She introduced me to reservable study rooms and we were surprisingly productive there. It definitely won’t be the last time I’m studying there. 

But of course, I gave in to a food coma and took a brief nap 

Three hours of intense studying passed and we managed to get back to our apartment for dinner. I did more homework until 10 pm when our friends gathered in our room to have a little Galentines party. We had a fun time talking and watching Pretty Woman. 

The aftermath, sugar rush, was the only bad thing 

2/15 Thu: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

I had a lazy morning thanks to my morning class getting canceled. After the three-hour core course, I came back home to meal prep for the next day.

My homework for Friday was to finish reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo for the Scandinavian Crime Fiction class. It turns out I really underestimated how long it’s going to take me to finish the book. I ended up finishing the book at 4 am. It was definitely not a quick read, but the storyline and the plot twists made it a very interesting read. I highly recommend it! 

2/16 Fri: Sandwich, French Toast, and Churros

When I came back home from school, I quickly made a sandwich so that I could take a nap asap. I knew I was going to have a big nap but did not know it’d be four hours. 

I am getting better at cooking. Can you tell?!

I woke up at 7:30 pm and some of my friends had gone to Gamla Stan to buy churros. A friend invited me to try her fried rice for dinner so I made French toast for her in return. 

By far the best French toast I made! 

I slept late again though, doing homework. As exams and papers and projects approach me, it is getting harder for me to let go/lower/put down pressure to get good grades. It’s my main area of improvement that I have to work more on. 

2/17 Sat: Guided Tour of Gripsholm

I got off the waitlist for a DIS-hosted guided tour of the 14th-century Swedish castle, Gripsholm! It is a castle owned by the Swedish Royal Family that is around 50 minutes away from Stockholm by bus. According to the guide, it was first built as a fortress but later turned into the royal court’s place of residence. Now, it serves as a museum open to the public. 

Touring the gigantic castle for 1.5 hours knocked out everyone on the bus ride home

On the way back to my apartment, I was craving sweets so I checked the app TooGoodToGo. It has a list of participating restaurants and bakeries that sell leftovers of the day for cheap prices. Customers like me can buy random surprise bags and sellers do not have to throw away food in perfectly fine conditions. 

I found a bakery in my subway station selling a cake for $9, so I gave it a try. I thought I’d get multiple cake pieces but no; I got an entire cake for $9! A couple was running the store and even gave me a chance to choose the type of cake I wanted. They suggested the chocolate cake so that’s what I ended up picking. After a small talk, they even offered me a Semla to take home :) 

The chocolate cake was really good; it was not too sweet, just as how I like it to be

For the rest of the night, I worked on this blog and studied for my online test on Sunday. 

2/18 Sun: Grind Grind Grind

Guess what! I pushed back my test to Wednesday.

I studied the whole day today (like 10 hours) but did not reach the point I wanted to be at with my knowledge. I knew that taking the test without being fully prepared was going to bother me so I gave up trying to finish it this weekend. 

I will update you all with more interesting events next week! Sneak peek - I am traveling to London over the weekend to meet my beloved UMich friends who are on their spring break <3

Thank you for reading this long long blog! Hope to see you again :) 

Tack så mycket, 

Jiwoo Kim 

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

[jophinabean]

Reviewing The Improbable Meet-Cute series

Book one - The Exception to the Rule - One typo, and a boy and girl connect by chance. Wishing each other a happy Valentine’s Day isn’t the end. In fact, it becomes a friendly annual tradition—with rules: no pics, no real names, nothing too personal. As years pass, the rules for their email “dates” are breaking, and they’re sharing more than they imagined—including the urge to ask…what if we actually met?

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐... Without question! 🥰 Soooo cute! Sweet little love story that had me smiling the whole way through! The first half is written in an email format spanning 10 years which I actually really liked. Only (I think) 24 chapters, 80+ pages long, but you really get to know the mcs and fall in love with their love story! I'd recommend this to anyone looking for a short and sweet read for Valentine's day! Definitely my favorite in the series! Plus the mmc, Callum, is 🥴😘👌

Book two - Worst Wingman Ever - Holly is dealing with the impending death of her grandmother and still reeling from a bad breakup. One bright spot: a Valentine’s Day card on Holly’s windshield—even if it wasn’t meant for her. An amusing mistake soon turns into a lovely exchange of anonymous notes, little acts of kindness, and a growing affection between two strangers. What happens when one of them has to say goodbye?

⭐⭐⭐⭐... Also very cute and fun! Again getting a good look into the mcs lives to get to know them separately, but wasnt revolved around them together as much. In fact they only interacted face to face twice the whole time, I would've liked more interaction so they could feel more right for each other by the end. Good story non the less!

Book three - Rosie and the Dreamboat - Rosie Whittaker and her sister are up for some Galentine’s pampering at a day spa. Getting locked inside a flotation tank is so Rosie. Enter a firefighter hero determined to pry this luckless pearl out of her high-tech shell. All Rosie has to go on is a dreamy voice and a flirty sense of humor. Remain calm, Rosie. This could be what you’ve been waiting for. Is this the man she’s waited for her whole life.

⭐⭐⭐⭐... This one is a hit or miss, but I personally loved it! A lot of people said it was too unrealistic, like Rosie (who supposably has ptsd) being so calm in her situation, being perfectly fine afterwards and not sueing the spa. Those things didn't bother me as much because after all... it is improbable love stories. It had really good and funny banter between the mcs, although very cringy at times. Overall I really enjoyed this one too! And for me Leo is also 🥴🥰👌

Book four - Drop, Cover, and Hold On - This Valentine’s Day, Daisy Murray has her heart set on binge-watching rom-coms. Instead, an earthquake traps her inside a bakery with its impossibly rude and insufferably handsome owner and head baker. They already have a history: she’s always smiled, he’s always scowled. Where better to finally get to know each other than amid the disaster? Then again, they have no choice. Besides, it could have its sweet, undeniable, and unpredictable perks.

⭐... Really disappointing. Boring, skipped though paragraphs that just thoroughly described a pastry or fmc getting texts from family and friends. The mcs had no connection with each other or the reader. They had a weird dynamic and just blah dialogue. They really didn't show any interest in each other until the end when they suddenly really wanted to have s*x. It was just weird, boring, and had nothing romantic about it... and I can't believe I didn't leave half way through.

Book five - With Any Luck - Audrey Love is cursed to be the person before you find your soulmate, the girl you dump for your true love. So when her best friend disappears hours before his Valentine’s Day wedding, Audrey fears that she did the unthinkable and kissed him at last night’s bachelor party. With help from the best man, she retraces her steps to find the missing groom and, with any luck, a true love of her own.

⭐⭐... This one was eh. The story had potential but it wasn't executed very well. Reading two disappointing stories back to back... I basically forced myself to finish this one, telling myself maybe the ending will be good... It wasn't. One brief surprise s*x scene with moderate detail was the most exciting part of the whole story, but I didn't enjoy it anyway since I wasn't enjoying the story. Disappointing to say the least.

Book six - Royal Valentine - Did not read. Literally, I was so disappointed with the last two that I didn't even read the last book. Didn't want to waste my time if it wasn't going to be good.

The first one is definitely the best and the one I would most likely read again. The second and third are still good, the third being my favorite of the two. The last ones.... 😶‍🌫️

Also these are all written by different authors but two of them mentioned 90s Brendan Fraser to describe the guys... Which I found humorous but also kinda lazy writing ???

[spabellezza]

There are very few people in the world who understand you, comfort you and support you like your closest friends. A friend is one of the best things you can be and the greatest things you can have. They are someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are. Friends will force you to level yourself up. They are someone who would always love you — the imperfect you, the confused you, the wrong you — because that is what people are supposed to do. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Fight for you. Respect you. Include you. Encourage you. Need you. Deserve you. Stand by you. A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows you your strengths; feels your fears but fortifies your faith; sees your anxieties but frees your spirit; recognizes your disabilities but emphasizes your possibilities. Life is nothing without friendship and the adventures you go on together. Life gave me many things to be thankful for. I give thanks to God for you! You are a blessing in my life! It's not what we have in life, but who we have in our life that matters. So Happy Galentines day to all my beautiful male and female friends. I LOVE YOU! #friendship #galentinesday #love #grateful #blessed #thankful https://www.instagram.com/p/ComsVQyOUjc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[backandimbamon]

pt. 2 of Bonnie Playing with Damon’s Hair as requested by @godessofbucky 💗

Bonnie gets it.

Gets it as in grabs it and gets in as in understands it, because this is the one thing that will keep her mouth and mind occupied, the singular coping mechanism that isn’t as dangerous as letting her fingers trail through Damon’s hair or letting her mind linger on his lips to dredge up a kiss she pushed so far into her memory, it has cobwebs.

Honey.

But not just any honey; local, raw organic honey that the minimart used to sell before it finally shut down the same day her orange balloon slipped out of her hand and went up, up, and away. The very honey that Abigail Bennett finished in one sitting whilst pregnant, which sent fetus Bonnie into a sugar high and Abby straight to the emergency room.

So when she takes her first spoonful since before she can remember, she gets why this honey almost killed her in the womb with it’s smoky, spicy essence, as dark as molasses and the sweetest jaw-tingling aftertaste.

“Mmmm.” She groans and just like that, all the space Damon takes up in her brain is temporarily supplemented with this miraculous nectar.

By the third day, the bottle is halfway gone and she’s long since abandoned the spoon, instead using her index and middle finger to dip into the jar so deep that her fingertips tap the bottom.

She’s in the middle of sucking the tacky deliciousness off of her knuckles when Damon enters the kitchen then freezes.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks, evaluating her fingers in her mouth like he’s impressed.

Bonnie is obviously annoyed that even her guilty pleasures he has to ruin. (And be apart of.) “Shut up.”

“The little witch elbow-deep in her honey pot. I think I had a dream about this last night.”

Even with how awkward it’s been between them since the incident she’ll never speak on, he can never miss a day of innuendos. It’s her job to put him in check but that seems so exhausting lately.

She sighs. It’s easy to focus on his less appealing characteristics but when he’s constantly serving sex on a platter, all of those things that make her eyes roll become fuzzy…insignificant.

“What’s so special about it anyway?”

“The fact that you can’t taste it,” Bonnie says in between licks.

He takes his thumb along the rim and pops it in his mouth quickly. “Looks like I just did.”

.

“Happy Galentine’s Day!”

Bonnie has a white box the size of her palm with a red ribbon wrapped in fourths. Her hand is outstretched proudly and there’s a genuine, toothy grin on her face.

“Am I supposed to understand what that is?”

According to Bonnie, this May 10th 1994 is actually Valentine’s Day, Elena’s favorite holiday due to the chocolates and flowers and Caroline’s favorite holiday for the excessive use of the color pink.

“Galentine’s day as in-“

“Valentine’s day but for… gals? I hate to break it to you, Bon but there’s this thing between my legs that obstructs my rights to participate.”

“Oh my god. Please just say normal things for once.”

“Normal is so difficult, though.” He grabs the little gift and opens it unceremoniously, discarding the ribbon and box over his shoulder. Just when he’s about to say the day is stupid and the gifts are stupid and they should continue on with figuring out how to escape his stupid repeating hell, Damon stops himself, his mouth still ajar with words unsaid before he settles on half a smile.

It’s a necklace, a thin silver necklace that catches every hint of light, it may as well be chrome. Minimal in its design, discreet if not for the tiny witch’s hat charm attempting to weigh it down.

He looks at Bonnie who has this eager expression on her face asking Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you? Do you?

And he does, he loves it but instead he says, “I hate it.”

.

Most days he misses her.

Especially in moments like these where his bubble bath foam is up to his nose and his water is hot enough to burn him, he thinks of Elena, then he thinks of how awfully empty his bathroom counter looks without all of her bobby pins and he actually anticipates her coming in, leaving bits of herself for him like she normally does without a second thought before he remembers that this is hell.

It’s the morning of Valentine’s Day and only Elena knows that he’s a romantic who’d have the room filled with so many flowers, she’d forget where the doors were.

He sinks a little lower in his tub and tries to hear her voice say his name, with that same weight- same effort- it stabs him how he can never get the tone quite right.

On the brink of despair, covered in bubbles, Damon considers turning off his humanity. For once, he wants to think of doe eyes, olive skin, and brown hair without feeling a damn thing but he can’t. He has to sit with this torture if it ensures that Bonnie is safe.

Bonnie.

Every time her fingers lace through his hair, he thinks of it as her counting to ten, realizing she’s here with another solid body who can exist in the silence and not disappear. He’s become so attached to her, she’s ever the worm that wiggles its way in his thoughts no matter how deep the soil is from the surface.

Damon loves it. She is his one thing he never had to share with anyone, so he wants every bit of her that slips through the cracks of the guard she built years ago. He wants to be apart of Bonnie like the sadness and the beauty, and that’s the only way he can view this place as an opportunity.

Bonnie.

Wearing her backless leotard today like a tiny ballerina that opens with a jewelry box, twirling to her special lullaby. Holding out a gift for him simply because she’s sweeter than that honey she’s addicted to.

He thinks of the kiss. The weight of her lips on his, so soft and timid at first. Her skin the perfect counterpart to his tongue, how the scent in the crook of her neck was enough to make his eyes water with want.

Of course Damon has to say that he hates the necklace to get her to stop looking at him like that, with her eyes wide marbles of pure green hope, as if she trusts him, as if she believes in him. The god of his world looking up at him with admiration- it makes him stop every train of thought he possesses- even the ones that lead straight to Elena.

It’s dangerous, the fact that the little witch has all this power without knowing, so he must wriggle out of her control, look passed her charms and hold on to a hate he can no longer recollect.

.

They’re both just trying to cope, Bonnie with her honey and Damon with his hate to occupy themselves from each other.

He starts an argument with his hand in his pocket, holding on to his favorite necklace like a lifeline as he lies and lies.

She is embarrassed that she allowed herself to care enough to pet a monster.

They argue on Valentine’s Day for hours about things that don’t matter or make sense but the thing is, the two of them have never looked more like a real couple.

.

Bonnie wakes up the next morning to a matte black box next to her. The house is quiet for once, no Boyz II Men or obnoxious whistling, no clinking of pots and pans, no buzzing of the microwave, or sizzling of pancakes; it’s the first time she’s truly felt alone.

She leverages herself, looks around in the silence as if Damon is hiding in the blinds or something then grabs her new quiet companion to place in her lap. Her sudden movement causes a card to flop out from underneath her box that reads I was being a dick in award-winning calligraphy.

“Wow,” she says to herself, admittedly taken aback that his penmanship is better than hers.

“Mmmm,” she mumbles with the smell that greets her when she removes the lid. Down in the box are gorgeous little chocolates, nutty and sweet- and once she takes a bite she realizes they’re caramel-honeyed bonbons. “Awww…”

It’s his way of saying sorry without actually saying it, and he may have a point because these taste way better than an apology.

She’s still in the tank top and underwear she’d slept in, ruling her candies too delicious and too thoughtful to not thank Damon immediately after brushing her teeth. The pink of her fingernails chips ever so slightly with the quickness in which she descends the stairs, fingertips trailing the bannister absentmindedly.

“Damon?” She is only a little worried when he doesn’t reply immediately but apparently he’s in the study with a book up to his face.

“You were being a dick.”

He sets the book in his lap, half-smirk in place. “I was.”

“But I forgive you. Thank you.”

Damon isn’t done just yet, though, he reaches beside him to pick up a jewelry box, identical to the one he opened yesterday except this one is red with a white ribbon around it.

Her eyebrows lift before she grabs it, tosses the ribbon behind her and gasps.

Pearls, two rows of Golden South Sea Pearls that are almost invisible when Damon clasps them against her golden brown skin-a breathtaking necklace that stops right at the base of her neck. The shade of the pearls would make a perfect nude had it not been emphasized with Pigeon Blood Rubies, one on both rows, diagonal to each other as if she’s been bitten.

“Oh my god,” she touches them with her fingertips, stunned.

“Happy Day-After Valentine’s Day, Bonnie.”

.

Despite all he’s done to prove he’s sorry, there’s an actual apology probing the insides of his mouth. Even worse, an explanation as to why he’s been so grumpy lately. As he’s about to tell her everything, Bonnie says, “I miss her too, you know?” She has a knack for streamlining his thoughts. “So it’s not an excuse.”

“I know, you’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

She looks at him mockingly, hand at her heart and mouth agape, “Damon admitting he’s wrong?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I simply said you’re right. And you are, now let’s move on.”

They’re smiling at each other the way that two ultra best friends do, yet his eyes dip to her mouth and she mirrors him. Bonnie averts her gaze to reach for her honey that’s never too far away but Damon pushes it out of her grasp.

He lays his head in her lap and soon after, her fingertips are tracing through tufts of raven soft hair gentle enough that his eyelashes flutter.

Damon believes the little witch can weave webs of gold with fingers so gentle and he’d tangle himself all up in it without her having to ask.

[awesomerextyphoon]

Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420​ for @drabblewithfrannybarnes​, @chrissquares​ , and @amythedvdhoarder​’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge.  Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie​ for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil​ for the beta.

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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

 Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

  The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

  The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

  Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

  “Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

  You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

  The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

  “The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”