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Cole: Valentines Day 2025

It has been a few weeks, and they have easily been the best weeks of my life. Today is Valentine’s Day and although I’ve done the cheesy, dramatic over the top gestures in the past for a few different fake-girlfriends, never have I done them because I have wanted to. As I knew Luna would appreciate and enjoy it. No one ever made a fuss over Sundrop, and she deserves to be spoiled.

I wake her up for breakfast in bed. Yes, I did cook and clean up for her especially, she doesn’t live with me, not yet. I’ve not asked her outright to give up her house, but she knows it’s something I’ve already decided. I keep her in my bed every night I can though, this is where she belongs. Everything is just better when she is around, the room itself lights up with the brightness she brings so naturally. My little drop of sunlight.

It’s chocolate chip pancakes I’ve made, and I’ve learned from her to use a little cinnamon in the recipe. She is crazy and superstitious, I don't know if the voices she hears are a genuine part of her insanity or an actual connection to God, or the Gods, or demons or the universe itself. When they talk, she listens and I follow her lead, mostly, or at least give her the impression. Someone needs to keep an eye on her when her mental health slips. It’s devastating and the potential for destruction for her is too great. I will keep her anchored, as she does me.

However, the cinnamon in the food is just one of those little rituals she has, so I obviously indulge her. Chocolate chip pancakes with some squirty cream, adding some pretty rainbow-coloured sprinkles on top. She likes those with most breakfast foods or desserts I’ve enjoyed discovering.

The little things make her happy so of course I’ll do whatever I can to make her smile. I have bought her a large red mug which is festively covered in pink hearts and made her favourite coffee. I still don’t drink coffee despite trying hers now a few times, I don’t like the taste. She doesn’t complain but she has poked fun at me. It would be weird if she didn’t.

There is now a coffee machine sitting on my kitchen bunker for the first time since I moved in here.

I’ve set the pink tray with pink heart shaped plates for our food. I’ve gotten myself some orange juice because that’s all I can manage in the mornings even though I’m jittery with some kind of nerves as I wait for her sleepy little head to waken up. She doesn’t sleep a lot, much like me but when she does sleep, she’s out for the count. It’s fucking adorable but I’m excited and I must refrain from physically shaking her awake. I want her to see what I’ve done.

The kitten, January, is asleep next to her. Right where I left them both when I first got up. The kitten is a sleepy thing, likes to snuggle up with Luna and it’s as adorable as I had imagined when I first found her. She grows quickly, sleeps and eats a lot. We agreed that the kitten lives here, and it’s a way I keep encouraging Luna to stay.

She doesn’t put up a fight about it, she’s slowly been changing things in the flat. Including an email, I received this morning about delivery for a fucking flower floor lamp she bought on my phone, using my card! The fucking audacity but I can’t wait to see what the fuck this monstrosity of a lamp looks like. The picture makes it look huge!

We’ve also been getting a lot of things for January. She enjoys little toys, still too small for much playtime. She’ll grow into that though.

Luna takes a deep breath and slowly, those beautiful big eyes start to open, and she smiles at me. It could be manipulation, it could all be fake, but I don’t think so. I tell myself it’s real. Of course it is.

The smile is nice, and I find myself smiling back at her, “Look, breakfast!” I place the tray across her lap as she tries to sit up. I’m hardly making it easier for her with how quick and clumsy I’m being. You’d never know I can split a limb from a body with precision the way I’m carrying on right now, practically bouncing with, what? Joy? That must be it.

She looks at me now, sleepy and gorgeous in pink pjs that barely cover her tits, they are poorly held by the soft fabric. It makes my cock hard and I’m already thinking a few steps ahead to what I want to do once we’ve eaten the actual food in front of us.

“What’s all this?” she asks, slowly, not in fear, never fear from her but there’s something, she doesn’t look as happy as I hoped she would. The kitten squeaks and Luna picks her up, moving her a little as she gets herself comfortable. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” I proclaim maybe a little louder than I should, she stares at me, “You never asked me to be your valentine?” There’s a little hurt in her voice as she looks at me, I look at her, “Does that bother you?”

She looks down at the food and a smile crosses her face as she sees the pink and hearts and all the cute little things she loves. I continue, “I apologise my darling lady,” I overemphasise the words, giving a less rough Scottish accent in favour of a posher English one like the period drama’s she enjoys but doesn’t like to tell anyone about. This sets her off giggling, “but I had planned to ask you to be my one and only Valentine this morning over breakfast, you see” I hold up the card to show her. I had planned all of this, I didn’t realise I had to ask her beforehand. I thought on the morning would be enough.

Hopefully we can get over this blip because I have one fucker of an awesome day planned for her and I’m excited for her to see all the presents I’ve gotten her. One was particularly difficult to procure but I managed.

She smiles, she’s trying not to, but giggles and the smile comes again, and she looks up at me now. Clearly happy with what I’ve done so far. It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough. I hate that she’s gotten suspicious of gifts and nice gestures. I hate that this is the first Valentine’s Day we’ve ever spent together.

“I would like you to be my Valentine this year and every other year after” I say to her finally, telling her verbally like she asked of me. To tell her what I want and how I feel no matter how big or scary the emotions. We’ll deal with them together she had said, and I’m jumping off that cliff for her, needing her to slow my fall before I’m done for.

“Well,” She sits back and settles herself against the headboard and picks up the coffee cup, giving the mug an appreciative look. I place January on the pillow next to her, who gives a little yawn before going back for a nap. “If you want me to be your Valentine then you’ll have to ask me, in advance, each year.” It was a smug look she was wearing, and I couldn’t help but want to devour her. Soon. I start eating, making myself sit crossed legged on the bed across from her. The food is good, the pancakes have cooled down a little but it’s a cute, sugary meal. No doubt I’ll be hungry again shortly but it’s nice to do these things sometimes.

She likes to be in control most of the time, it doesn’t bother me anymore. Sundrop is beautiful and scary, and I want to see her smile. It’s worth it, every time. She drinks her coffee, and I take her advice, “Is that so? Well, my formal application for this year is contained within this very card.” I hold out the pink envelope to her and she smiles, taking in her name handwritten in purple on the front. She puts down her cup and opens the envelope, looking at me and smiling.

Her long dark hair falls over her shoulders and tumbles effortlessly as she moves, getting more comfortable so she can look at the card properly. I look at her tattoos, can’t help but smile at the purple unicorn that I got to match her with, never genuinely thinking she’d even see it. I really want her to get my name tattooed. I want to scar my name into her. Brand her. I watch her with a feral lust not knowing how badly I want to fuck her or hurt her, knowing I won’t ever actually hurt her.

She gets thoughts like this about me. Once, she confessed she’d considered killing me and eating my body so I wouldn’t leave her. One might say that’s toxic, but I get it. I’m not scared of that as a punishment, I know she might fall off the deep end at some point and have a complete psychotic break. There’s no knowing what could happen then. She’s brought herself out of those a few times but how many times does she have left in her?

I only want to make her life more comfortable and safer. I want her to have a home. It was something she had been building herself in that little house she rented but it still wasn’t hers. This place is mine and I have more than enough space with the flat next door too.

I want to get her set up here so we can be together, so I can make her breakfast in bed and eat her pussy like I’m planning to once she’s finished. Those are the mornings I want for us both. Going off to our separate jobs before coming home to one another in the evening. We can go for walks, hikes, see the sunset and the sunrise. We can go wherever she wants; the bookstores, coffee shops, museums. She really likes museums, and so do I.

I give her space to eat and finish her coffee before I carefully take the breakfast tray back through to the kitchen. She starts to protest about me leaving the room but truthfully, I’m worried about leaving anything lying around with the kitten. Besides, I don’t want Luna to feel begrudged to have to tidy anything up. I get back into the bedroom and she’s picked January up and placed her down on the floor, wrapped up in her little cat bed and blanket. The bed is a pink doughnut shaped thing, it looks huge for her since she’s so small. She’s safe. Apparently, Luna has had the same idea as me.

I go to where she is sitting back in the bed on what has become her side. She reaches out to me, grabbing hold of my t-shirt and pulling me down to her. I lean into the kiss, enjoying her lips and the taste of the sugar and chocolate on her. Moaning, I pull back a little, getting a good look at her gorgeous face. “You’re beautiful.” She smiles, kissing me again but I keep talking, “I had planned to feast on that beautiful cunt of yours.” I place my hand between her legs to feel how wet she is and to show how serious I am. “But if you keep kissing me like this, I’m going to stay here and just sink my cock into you.”

It would be so easy, these shorts she has are a bit on the loose side. There’s a perfect gap I could get my cock through and into her. I finger her pussy, inserting one and then two long fingers into her soaking wet cunt. She’s beautiful, she’s so open for me. I kiss her as I hear the moaning and whimpering as I lay on her, pressing my fingers in deeper. I continue to kiss her as she opens her legs for me, spreading herself wider. I feel her arms coming around my neck as she holds me close. She’s so turned on. I’m fighting for my life with her as usual. I always feel like my cock and balls are going to explode when I’m touching her like this.

I don’t care how I touch her; I care that I am allowed to touch her. That she wants me. That it turns her on so much that she’s creating another wet patch on the sheets. I love her.

I whisper the words I had held back all those years to her as she holds me tighter. Pressing her warm and wet pussy against my hand and uses my fingers to fuck herself. The sexual connection we have is unlike anything I knew was even possible. The depth of emotion I feel for her is like this. That cord I always knew connected us, I can feel it wrapped around me, holding me to her.

“I love you too Cole” She whispers to me as I feel her panting, gyrating against my hand. There’s a whine in her voice now, as she bites my lip. She needs me now.

Fuck the shorts. I take my fingers out of her and suck the blood and wetness from them. She gasps, hating the loss of me. I kiss her as I pull off her shorts, she helps by pushing them down. “I have something better for you than my fingers.” I say as I lean across to the bedside table, opening the drawers. “I like your fingers,” she says, puzzled. I pulled out her rose toy and gave it to her, nodding. She smiles before I kiss her and plunge my cock into her. We both moan loudly at that. She still has the toy in her hand, but she’s got a glazed look in her eyes.

“Press it against your clit while I fuck you, baby.” I tell her not unkindly but already losing myself at the heat of her cunt. She’s on her period and I’ve discovered how much wetter and warmer she is like this. How much she enjoys me coming inside of her like this. I cry out at how she feels. So, fucking tight inside, she's crushing my dick.

I don’t care if it’s pussy juices or blood, it’s probably a mix of but it feels so amazing. I cringed a while back when she first brought this up but holy fuck I can’t get enough.

I fuck her, on top in boring old missionary I once hated but again, can’t get enough of with her. How I love looking at her face as I fuck her. Seeing all the changes in her expressions, she’s extremely expressive when fucked. I kiss her and feel her push the rose toy between us. It gets in the way a little for me, but I love how it helps her come.

The sensation comes over her quickly as she whacks it up to its highest speed. I laugh, knowing she’s going to come quickly. It’ll be a race to finish first. Which is fucking ridiculous and something I used to worry about. Now she’s actively challenging me to who came come quickest. I fuck her hard, slamming my hips against hers as I bury my cock deeply inside of her.

The effort leaves me panting and grunting as I lean my head down to her shoulder, biting her as I stroke my cock in and out of her gorgeous cunt. So wet, so warm and her moaning as she takes every inch of my dick and uses the toy against her clit. She only has one hand to touch me with as the other is busy with the rose. Digging the nails of that hand into my back, I move as fast and as hard as I can. I’m going to come; I can feel it. It’s too much for me.

“Mine” I cry out as I lose my pace, she opens her eyes, and stares me down, “mine,” she says about me.

I’d laugh but I can’t do anything but follow my dick as it wants to be buried inside of her. I ram my cock into her one last time and feel my asshole tingling, my balls tighten as that spark rages inside my lower abdomen. I wish I’d put something in her ass, I think. I wish I’d put something in my own ass, I think.

What?

I come. Hard, fast and shake as I kiss her. She kisses me back, biting and sucking at my lower lip as I feel her bring her knees up. Her toes are curled and her back arches, pushing her hips closer to me. I’m surprised we’ve not welded together from the sheer force our bodies clash with. My orgasm gets lost in her mouth as we kiss through it.

I collapse on top of her, and she removes the toy. Placing it out of the way as I feel her whole body relax. She wiggles underneath me a little, she’s getting herself comfortable to just lie here with me. The way we normally do. Her arms come around me and she whispers to me, “Of course I’ll be your Valentine, Cole.” ?