#so one day when you didn’t get enough food

[seungfl0wer]

*𝐵𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝑒*

Pairing: OT8!Vampires x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Polly, Multiple Rounds/Orgasms/Creampies, Biting, Mentions of Blood, Face fucking, Oral(Both), Double P, Light Degrading, Praise, uhm I think that’s it? Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

A/N: oh boy is this long. This is basically a one shot. So I hope you enjoy the little Valentine’s Day treat!

-❤️

Today was Valentine’s Day, the day of love. The day where everything was about cute mushy things. Bleh. You didn’t care too much for the so called holiday however your boyfriends did. They always loved spoiling you and today they could do even more.

They have lived long enough to know some of the best ideas. However for you, they always liked going over the top. Living in a world run but monsters it wasn’t super often that they’d find a human. Nor was it even heard of that they’d ever fall in love again. Living as long as they have they’ve seen love come and go and all swore off of dating all together. That is until little ol you came to them. Car braking down by their house as it rained. You didn’t even get out to ask for help just sat there until they ended up seeing your car.

Chan brought you in offering you a place to stay while they got your car fixed. One thing lead to another and you’ve been with them for a few years now. At first it was more of a roommate situation until you found your way into their hearts one by one. The little things you did for them, or the things you’d say. You really just had them all wrapped around your finger. They never even drank from you, opting to go to blood banks for their supplies. A few slip ups here and there but they were more concerned about your well being than getting a meal.

When you woke up this morning, greeted by the smell of breakfast you were met by a sleepy Jisung curled around you. Minho had knocked on your door bringing you breakfast in bed. “Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well.” He said smiling at you fondly. He placed the food on a small table in-front of you, not before scooting you over so he could cuddle up to you. “Thank you! It looks so good” you replied.

“Shit I’ll be right back I forgot something” he groaned getting back up to grab whatever he had forgotten. In that time jisung had started to wake rubbing his eyes groggily. “Happy Valentine’s Day gorgeous” he said kissing your cheek. “You know the best way to start your day off right?” He said smiling.

“How?” You said back.

“Let me show you” he said as he moved his body down. He kissed your kissed your neck moving down to your collarbone. He kept going down until he was at your waist.

He kissed ever so sweetly against your hips his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Before you could wrap your head around anything he was pushing your legs apart. Pulling down your panties as he kissed up your leg. He peppered you with more kisses, to your thighs, to your mound and finally to your clit. The sensation made you choke on the small bite of food you had in your mouth. “Ji-“ you whined out softly. He only smirked before licking slowly up your folds. His hands hooking your legs in place so he could get every angel. His wet tongue glided up and down your cunt, lapping at every spot. He nibbled at your clit before he finally pushed his tongue into your now soaked hole.

“Jisung you can’t even let her eat?” Minho said from the door with an annoyed chuckle.

“She can still eat” he snapped back.

Minho rolled his eyes making his way back to you. “His a little horn dog ain’t he?” Minho laughed. “But you are too aren’t you” he said leaning closer to your neck. He kissed it softly his pillowy lips warm against your skin. He cupped your face in one of his hands pulling you into a heated make out session while jisung continued the assault on your sensitive cunt.

Minhos tongue darted into your mouth lapping at your own tongue, swallowing any moans that dared to escape. His hand wondered down your body resting right about your clit. He gave your bottom lip a little nibble before his skilled fingers worked their magic on you. He knew how to get you off so quickly. He knew you like he knew how to breathe, It just came natural to him. He toyed with your clit as jisung messily ate you out. Your body arched off the bed only to be held back down in place with Jisungs strong arms.

“C-close” you said against Minhos lips feeling a powerful high ready to burst from you. Your legs clenched around Jisungs head as they shook.

“Cum for me love, let me taste you” jisung moaned against your cunt.

Minho had other plans though, he pushed down his pants maneuvering himself under you. “No beautiful, I want you to cum on my cock” he groaned.

Jisung didn’t even seem to care as Minho pushed himself into you. Sliding in with ease as to how wet you were. Jisung didn’t stop though, oh no. He started to suck harshly at your clit biting ever so softly. The feeling of being filled so quickly and Jisung ravaging your cunt made your body convulse. Cumming hard around Minhos cock. Jisung lapped at your folds as best as he could. Licking at every drop he could get. “God- need- need you” he moaned out his eyes glossed over as he looked down at you.

“You can take us both right love? Want us both to fuck you?” Minho said below you.

“Y-yes” you stuttered out still recovering from your high.

Jisung quickly rid himself of his pants, almost falling over in the process. He aligned himself to your entrance pushing in with Minhos cock. All three of you let out the most sinful moan at the feeling. They matched each other pace fucking into you in perfect rhythm like they have so many times before. You had a plan of yourself today. You wanted them all to mark you. To leave bite marks anywhere they wanted but you needed them all. Wanted them all.

“Ji- min-minho, I want- I want you both to bite me” you breathed out.

“What? Y/n you can’t say that sort of thing” Jisung whined.

“Please? All I want is for everyone to know I belong to you all. Please. Bite me. Taste every part of me-“ you almost cried.

Jisung was about to say something else before he watched as Minho bit down on your shoulder. The smell of your blood sending him into overdrive. They both were fucking into you deep, their cocks hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Minho!” You screamed as you felt the euphoric feeling of the bite. Minho lapped at the small amount of blood that trickled out before feeling his release drawing near. “Fuck- this is why we don’t feed from you- you just- ah- taste so good” he groaned against your skin.

Jisung leaned down kissing your lips messily before pulling away once more. “Are you positive?” He asked.

You quickly nodded “I’m- I’m so positive” you replied.

Jisung took your hand in his moving your arm to his lips before kissing gently. He let his fangs scrape against your skin before biting down gently. The taste of your blood was to much for him though because as soon as that sweet taste hit his lips. He was cumming, filling you full of his warm cum.

“Jisung- ah- shit- you ass I- fuck I’m cumming!” Minho moaned thrusting deeper into you before filling you just as jisung did. You let out a silent moan body shaking once more as you came again. Your arms flung around jisung pulling him to you as you all tried catching your breath. In the small silence moment your stomach started to rumble making the guys laugh.

“Good job Jisung, y/n’s hungry and it’s all your fault.” Minho teased.

“Sorry love, let’s get you cleaned up so you can finish breakfast yeah?” He said running to get a towel.

—

When you made your way to the kitchen you found Felix making you some of his delicious cookies. “There’s my beautiful angel, how’d you sleep?” He asked flashing you that bright smile.

“I slept well” you replied breathing in deeply “those smell so good” you said making your way behind him.

“They’re still hot so give them a few minutes to cool down ok?” He said.

“But what am I gonna do till then, sit here and drool?” You giggled.

“I mean I could think of something” Felix replied with a little smirk.

“And what’s that?”

With in seconds Felix had you pressed against the counter your loose shirt pushed up. He kissed your neck softly as he spoke “let me make you feel good hmm?” He said as he nibbled your ear. You nodded, pressing your ass back against his already hard cock. “Then I can have cookies” you giggled.

“Yes, then you can have cookies” he laughed.

Felix’s hand roamed up your body playing with your perky nipples as his other hand pushed down his pants. “I love you so much Angel, you have no idea” he said peppering your neck with soft kisses. He pulled back a bit as he saw the bite mark Minho had given you. “Who bit you Angel?” He asked.

“Minho and Jisung, I asked them too. Will you uhm- bite me to you?” You asked.

“We don’t-“ he started to say before you spoke again.

“I know, but I just want everyone to see who I belong to.. so please? Just a little bite?” You said turning your head to look at him.

“Fine.. anything you want angel” he said.

He slid his cock up and down your folds pressing his body against yours. “Anything you ever want I’ll give you” he breathed out before pushing himself into you. Your hands gripped the counter as he slowly moved. He was always so gentle, wanting to take his time with you. He moved a bit faster his free hand now wrapped around your waist pulling you as close as he could get you. He moved looking at your unmarked shoulder “are you sure?” He asked.

“Very- please Lix- bite me” you moaned out.

He hesitated but did as you asked sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The small amount of blood the came out made his eyes roll. His grip around your waist tightened as his speed picked up. He was fucking into you faster and faster. “Lix! Fuck-“ you cried.

“Angel- feel good- feels so good- and you- taste so fucking heavenly I can’t- fuck- fuck-“ he snapped his hips into you hard almost knocking the cookies off the counter. He came quickly, pumping all of him inside you as he let out a low groan against your skin.

The last powerful thrust accompanied by the feeling of his warm cum filling your walls pushed you over the edge. Cumming around his cock that was buried so deep inside you. “That- was hot” Felix said with a light chuckle. “It didn’t hurt did it?” He asked.

“No- felt- felt good” you stuttered. He slowly pulled out grabbing a cloth To clean you up with. He kissed you lovingly as he looked at the mark he had made. “I love you” he said smiling.

“And I love you” he smiled back at him. “Now it’s cookie time” you said making you both laugh.

——

“That’s a dumb idea!” You heard from one of the room.

“She’s gonna love it just you watch” you heard another voice say.

You opened the door slowly peaking your head in. You saw Changbin and Seungmin huddled around something your curiosity getting the better of you. “What are you guys doing?” You asked making them both jump.

“Bunny!” Binnie said smiling. “Hey come here seungmin has a really dumb thing for you” he said laughing.

“It’s not dumb, you’re dumb” he said pouting. “It’s not ready yet but, it will be soon!” He said moving so you could see.

It was a long box that was weirdly shaped with some sort of white foam in it? “What is it?” You asked.

“He made you a dick mold” Changbin blurted out.

“What?” You said confused.

“I made a mold of my dick, and I’m letting the silicone dry now. You can use it when we are away.” He said with a smirk.

“So you made me a dildo of your cock?” You said with a laugh.

“See it’s dumb” Changbin said crossing his arms.

“No no I didn’t say it was dumb it’s just funny.” You replied. “You’re not away now though, so.. I can just use the real thing right?” You said with a smirk.

“Yes! Yes you can! Right now?” He said with wide eyes pulling you towards the bed.

“Wow slow down there puppy” you said teasingly.

But he didn’t wanna hear it. He pushed your body down against the bed. Quickly straddling you before leaning down to kiss you. “Hey that’s not fair I’m here too!” Changbin said making his way over to you two.

“Hey you said my idea was dumb! See where it got me” Seungmin teased. Changbin rolled his eyes before hooking his arms around seungmins waist hosting him off of you. He quickly took his place leaning down to kiss you just like Seungmin did.

“Ass! She’s mine!” Seungmin growled trying to push Changbin from you, but to no avail.

“Gentleman please, don’t fight over little ol me. You can share” you said with a smile.

Seungmin grumbled as he moved behind you, pulling your body to him. Your back resting on his chest. He kissed your neck, Changbin quickly going to take your panties off. “No panties?” He said with a smirk.

“Felix took them off earlier” you said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? One of these marks are from him? And the other two?” Seungmin asked his finger tracing over the bite marks on your shoulder.

“Yes, that’s what I want today. I want you all to mark me.” You said.

“Yeah? Bunny wants to show the world who she belongs to hmm? Seungmins not a nice biter though” he teased.

“He’s right for once. Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeees.” You said.

Changbin let his hand run up your legs, his fingers finding your clit. Your body jumped at the feeling. Your clit already sensitive from the morning. Seungmin chuckled against your skin as he kissed your neck. “Lift your hips for me” he asked. And you did just that lifting your hips up as he aligned himself to your entrance. “Gonna let us ruin this perfect pussy?” He said as he moved his tip up and down your folds

“Y-yes- fuck yes please” you whined.

“Such a needy little bunny” Changbin said with a smirk.

Seungmin grabbed ahold your hips pulling you down onto his cock. “Fuck I’ll never get tired of the feeling of being inside you- so- so fucking warm” he groaned.

“My pretty bunny, open that mouth for me yeah? Let me use it” Changbin said now standing beside you cock in hand. You nodded opening your mouth as he asked. He slowly glided the head into your mouth head falling back at the feeling. You took him in and out as seungmin fucked into you fast.

Seungmin grabbed ahold of your head “come on love, you can suck him off better than that.” He growled pushing your head further down Changbins length. “Shit- ah- fuck bunny-“ changbin moaned out his hands coming up to stop seungmins movements. However you agree with Seungmin you could do better. You could be making him see stars. And you will. You bobbed your head faster taking all of his length into your mouth. His hands rested on your head, gripping onto your hair as if to ground himself.

Seungmin picked a spot to mark you, slightly above Minhos. Closer to your neck. He dug his teeth into you a bit harder than the rest making your eyes roll back. You were so close to coming just at that feeling. Seungmin lapped at the blood that pooled around the marks eyes blowing out at his grip on your hips tightened. His hand came down to toy with your clit giving it a harsh slap as he fucked into you like he hated you.

You were moaning loudly around Changbins cock the vibrations sending him into overdrive. He started to fuck into your mouth faster chasing after his own high. “Fucking hell you taste so fucking good” Seungmin hissed. His eyes caught a glimpse of Changbin who was barely holding back his release. He smirked at the thought that crossed his mind before grabbing your head once more. He pushed your head quickly, taking all of changbin back your throat.

Bins legs shook at the feeling cumming back your throat. He let out a low groan holding onto your hand tightly as his hot cum dripped down your throat. He glared down at the younger man before pulling away from your mouth. He kissed your lips softly, kissing down your body to your chest. He smirked biting down at the top of your breast. Your body shook once more from the pleasure not realizing how close your high was till now. You came hard around seungmins cock making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- love- ah-“ he moaned out before cumming deep inside you with a whine.

“You did that on purpose ass!” Seungmin whined loudly.

“Yeah well now we’re even.” He said. Before coming up to you to cup your face once more. “Are you ok bunny?” He asked grabbing you a glass of water he had. You nodded sipping on the drink. “Never- better” you chuckle.

——

“Hey beautiful we are gonna go out for dinner later. I think innie has something he wants you to wear.” Chan said from the door of your room.

“Oooh I’ll go see him!” You said with a smile.

You made your way to his room Chan following behind you to see your reaction.

“Perfect y/n you’re here! I got this for you! I wanted to match for our dinner tonight.” He said with a smile.

“That’s so sweet” you said making your way to him to hug him. “Want me to try it on?” You said grabbing the cute outfit he had picked. He nodded eagerly.

They both watched as you undressed but something quickly caught Chans eyes. “Princess, who’s been biting you?” He said concerned.

“Oh! I asked them too! I really- uhm- well I really want you all to mark me! So I can show them off y’know?” You said becoming a bit shy at the way he was looking at you.

“I see.. and you still need a few huh?” He said a grin growing across his face.

You could only nod the feeling of his eyes making your heart do flips. “I guess it’s me and innies turn huh?” He said moving closer to you.

“I- I- uhm-“ you stuttered out.

“Princess use your words, tell me. Tell me how badly you want us to put those pretty marks on you.” He said his warm breath fanning against your neck.

“So- badly” you gulped.

“Let’s give Princess what she wants innie?” He said looking over at the boy who already had a tent growing in his pants at thought.

Jeongin hovered above you now, his free cock slowly sliding up and down your cunt as he kissed your chest. Chan stood beside you cock tapping on your tongue. “Open wide princess” he said with a smirk. He pushed his cock back your throat hitting the back almost instantly from his size. Jeongin continued to rut against your cunt moaning against your skin. His eyes met where changbin had marked making his head go fuzzy. He slipped into you accidentally making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- warm- so warm” he moaned against your skin. His hips moved back and forth sloppily. No rhythm just fucking into you desperately. Chans hand cupped your face as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. “Gonna make innie cum already” he chuckled.

You glared up at him before twirling your tongue around his sensitive head. His hips bucked on their own a low groan slipping past his lips. “Fuck- Princess-“

Jeongins head was reeling he was close already but he wasn’t gonna cum just yet. No. He still needed to leave a mark on you. As he kissed your breast, tongue twirling around your sensitive nipples. He bit down, sinking his teeth around your breast making your body twitch in pleasure. The taste of your sweet blood met his tongue and he was gone. Fucking into you quicker his big hands gripping onto your waist leaving marks. “That’s it- fuck- take it- take all of me- gonna fill you- s’full” he cried.

His high hit him hard cumming inside you as his body shook. Your hands came up grabbing ahold of Chans balls, massaging them the way he loved. His eyes rolled back as you took control. Bobbing your head fast as you sucked the soul out of him. His hands reached out to grab ahold of your shoulders. Only giving you more purpose to keep going. Then you remembered something biting slightly down around his shaft. Enough he could feel it but not enough for it to hurt. With no warning to you or even him he was cumming quickly. Shooting his hot cum down your throat as his body shook just like jeongins.

Jeongin who was still slightly moving, moved hand down to play with your abused clit. He moved his pretty fingers fast. Chan pulling out of your mouth to finally let the moans fall. He gripped your neck pushing your head slightly to the side to dig his teeth finally into their spot. The mixture of the bite and jeongin had your body arching. Broken moans falling from your lips as you finally came.

Chan quickly went to get something to clean you up with coming back only to find you curled up with Jeongin in bed half asleep. He couldn’t help but smile “you got an hour before we have to leave” he said wiping you off. “Oh and by the way, that was evil. You know I like that to much” he said laughing.

——

The dinner went great, you all sat down at a nice restaurant talking about memories and fun times you had spent with one another. When you finally got home later Hyunjin had a surprise for you. He led you to the bathroom where he had the tub full, flower peddles decorated the outside. Candles lit all around and slow soft music playing.

“I thought we could- just relax together.” He said smiling shyly at you.

“Hyune this is so sweet” you said pulling him into a kiss.

You two quickly got into the warm bath, Hyunjin pulling your body close to his. “I love you” he said kissing your neck.

“I love you too” he said sighing with content.

You both layed their in each other embrace relaxing as you listening to him breath. It was so calming. The sound of breathing was removed by the sounds of soft moans leaving his lips. He moved his hips up slowly his cock resting perfecting between your thighs and warm cunt.

“My love, can- I?” He asked breathily behind you.

“Please” you responded.

He moved his arms around you holding you tighter as he positioned himself better. Cock head resting at your entrance. “I still need one last mark for it to be complete” you said smiling.

“Don’t worry I have the perfect spot my love” he said before pushing in slowly.

The feeling of him finally sitting so snugly in you had your head floaty. The warm water accompanied by his warm presence was a lot already. He had just gotten inside you and you felt like you could cum already. He rocked his hips into you slowly at first only when he heard you moaning did he speed up. His hand caressed your body as he fucked go into you. His lips leaving sloppy kisses to your skin.

His hand wondered lower playing ever so softly with your clit. “My perfect angel” he said softly. “I’m gonna leave the perfect mark on you” he said and with that he was biting your neck. A bit further back from view but enough to see. The taste of your blood sent shockwaves through his body. Moaning at how tight you got from the bite. “My love, you look even more beautiful with all these marks” he groaned. “I can tell you like it” he whispered his hand moving faster over your clit.

“Feels good- you feel good” you moaned out.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with me?” He said turning your head to look at him.

“Close” you moaned.

He nodded as to say he was to before pulling you into a kiss. His thrust were becoming sloppier but somehow better.

He was hitting so deep inside you, just ready to pull your orgasm from you.

He moaned against your lips “I’m gonna-“ he choked out before cumming deep inside you. His arms gripped tightly around you trying to somehow pull you closer. He felt your body shake as you came with him keeping to your words from earlier. He kissed you lovingly once more holding you close to him. “I love you so much” he said sweetly.

——

The night ended with everyone cuddled up in the huge makeshift bed they crafted. Watching tv as everyone relaxed for the night. “You know princes. Maybe it’s time we do the other thing you’ve always wanted?” Chan spoke.

“Really! You mean it!” You said excitedly.

“We all talked about it. And I think it’s time. If you still want to that is.” Chan said.

“Of course I still want to! That means I’ll be with you forever and ever!” You said feeling like you were about to cry.

They all smiled happily at your words. “Alright princess, tomorrow. We’ll do it. We have a whole plan” he said.

What a perfect way to end the day, knowing that tomorrow. Tomorrow they’d turn you like them and you’d live your life with them forever.

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[sometimesanalice]

For the Plot

Summary: Things aren't looking too good for you, sitting alone at the Hard Deck waiting for a man who might not show. Until Bradley Bradshaw sits down across from you and turns your entire night upside down.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Length: 7.7k

Warnings: fluff, so much flirting, and an italicized oh

Going on a first date on Valentine’s Day is unarguably the worst possible idea that anyone has ever had.And while the sure to be terrible, no good, horribly bad idea hadn’t been yours, you weren’t entirely sure what you were thinking when you’d even agreed to it in the first place.

The guy you were planning to meet tonight was cute enough, even if you were still undecided about the mustache. And while the chats between the two of you had been pretty good as far as it goes getting to know a literal stranger, you were hopeful that it could be even better in person. The fact he was in the Navy was still a bit of a consideration for you, but not a deal breaker.

In retrospect, the name of the bar should have been your first clue and the location paired with the causal beachy exterior covered in planes should have been the second.

You had been expecting to see more than one girl all done up in pinks and reds tonight, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. And you swear to god, somewhere you hear a record scratch as you step into the Hard Deck, because you are surrounded by nothing but a sea of olive green and khaki and denim.

And you have never been so clearly out of place in your entire life.

There was nothing about your ensemble that was even remotely fitting for the literal Navy bar you’d found yourself in.

The ice pink mini slip dress you’d dug out of your closet was admittedly a little much for a first date, but since it was Valentine’s Day you figured why not lean into it a bit. And well, if your date didn’t appreciate it, then that was a him problem.

Or so you’d thought at the time, because now it was a decidedly you problem.

The silhouette was simple enough, with the gentle drape of the cowl neck and the barely-there spaghetti straps, but the shiny sheen of the fabric made a statement of its own. It wasn’t something you got to wear very often for as much as you loved it.

But then you’d gone ahead and paired it with the tallest, most ostentation heels you had. The effort had been worth it though because the pearl encrusted block heels made your legs look like they went on for days. Even if it had been a feat trying to get the dainty buckle done with the way you’d been rushing out of the house with your beaded bag in tow.

The whole look was something you’d sure would come with Cher Horowitz’s seal of approval. However, the patrons of the Hard Deck you were less sure about. And even though there were civilians- like yourself- scattered about the bar, none were anywhere near as dressed up as you.

There are more than a few pairs of eyes on you as you stand there with your feet glued to the uneven wooden floors, as the door with its porthole-shaped window slowly closes behind you with a squeaky creak. The twinkle lights above your head felt more like a spotlight, illuminating how out of place you are in this moment.

Your hand is still clutched on the handle unsure whether you’re going to make a run for it or not. You are more than a little tempted to hightail it back to the parking lot and text your date to claim a bout of food poisoning from the safety of the driver’s seat in your car.

But chances are if your date is here then he has already seen you. A bright beacon of pink amongst varying shades of brown and woodgrain.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, trying not to panic. Officially a victim of your own bad decision making.

You take a quick scan of the room, trying to decide what your next move should be. There’s a woman behind the bar with kind but clearly inquisitive eyes. A blonde with a wolfish smile eyes you from where he stands next to a man with broad shoulders bent over what must be the pool table, hidden behind the paneled half wall. By a dart board, there are a couple men with their heads turned towards you, the game seemingly forgotten as they discuss the spectacle that is you.

There are hundreds of planes dangling over the bar, patches and plaques littering the walls and rafters, rounders suspended from the ceiling laden with too many ceramic mugs to count. It was all done with a heavy-handed, maximalistic approach that you’d take a moment to appreciate under any other given circumstances.

When you spot an open table tucked away in the corner of the room it feels like life raft to the iceberg of a situation you’ve put yourself in. Mindful of the scuffed, uneven floors- because the last thing you need is to eat shit or twist an ankle in front of room full of curious onlookers- you hustle over to the spot in hopes of having a moment to regroup.  

Once you’re situated- shrugging off the ivory cardigan you’d topped your outfit, trying to keep the nervous sweat that wanted to break out over your body at bay- you pull out your phone and check the time only to realize you’re devastatingly on time. Five minutes early, to be specific.

So you wait.

And check your phone again and the notifications in the dating app, just in case you missed something.

And wait.

You try to play it cool, skimming posts on Instagram and replying to some overdue texts. Finding anything you can to keep yourself occupied to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach the longer you sit there. Alone.

Now you’re not just simply embarrassed, you’re mortified.

You can still feel the eyes, the energy steadily shifting from curiosity to sympathy over the last thirty minutes you’ve been waiting all alone in the corner of a Navy bar you had no business being in for a man who clearly wasn’t going to show.

So much for doing it for the plot, you think to yourself with a shake of your head.

Another minute ticks by with no message and you decide you’re more than ready to hightail it out of there. Fully aware that you’re about to become a topic of conversation that won’t have to be restricted to only covert glances and muffled whispers. But hopefully, they’ll at least wait until the door closes behind you before the chatter starts up for real.

With a sigh, you reach for your beaded bag, just as a large body slips into the chair across from you, with an ease that is in contrast to the bulk of muscles you catch in your peripheral vision.

“You look like you’re in need of a date,” a warm, raspy voice offers.

It’s the smile that you catch first. Not quite a grin, but something familiar and friendly and charming in the way it crookedly pulled to the left. Followed closely by the rich chocolate brown eyes that were squarely trained on you with a look that was just as earnest as it was playful. But what surprised you the most was the way he was sitting in the stool across from you just as comfortably as if he was supposed to be there all along.

There was no way you could have prepared yourself for the sheer level of attractiveness of this man.

He was in a league of his own with those curls and wide shoulders. The white and olive green stripped crochet shirt he was wearing didn’t hurt either, especially the way the top buttons were undone giving you glimpse of a chain around his neck and the chest underneath it. He didn’t need to be in uniform- or even in a Navy bar- for you to tell he was a military man. Not with the confident way he held himself.

Even if the mustache he was sporting made it feel like the universe was playing tricks on you, but he more than wore it well.

You huff out a self-deprecating laugh. “What gave it away?” you ask. “The way I’ve been watching the door? Or just the general look of regret and embarrassment?”

“Embarrassed? What do you have to be embarrassed about?” His eyebrows pull together, perplexed. He shakes his head like he disagrees with even the suggestion of it. “I think the only person who should be embarrassed is the guy who is missing out on sitting across from you right now.”

You give him a soft smile of your own in return for the cinnamon sweet words. There’s a genuineness in his tone that makes some of the tightness that had settled in your shoulders from the moment you’d walked in release.

“That’s kind of you, but I think I’m going to head out,” you say, nodding to the door you never should have stepped through in the first place.

He gives you a teasing tsk. “And let a dress like that go to waste? Now that would be a shame.”

The appreciative look in his gaze that sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. And then his eyebrow ticks up, just a little. Part invitation, part dare. And you can’t say you’re not intrigued.

There’s a decision to make.

You could leave now and cut your losses. There was a reason you had a back-up pizza in the fridge and had left you well-loved copy of You’ve Got Mail sitting out on your coffee table.

Or you could stick around and see what happens next.

You tilt your head at him, just as teasing. “Would it now?”

“It would,” he states, sincerely.

Before you can reply, your phone lights up with a new notification, pulling you out of the whisky haze you’d found yourself in. 

His eyes dip down to your illuminated screen. “Is that him?”

“It is,” you confirm, almost regretfully. You open the app and skim the message. And then read it again.

There’s no sorry, no apology for cancelling a half an hour after the time for the date that had been his idea in the first place. And then he’d even had the audacity to tack on a cavalier maybe another time at the end.

Unbelievable.

He lets out a low whistle. “That bad, huh?”

“Apparently, I should have been the one to remind him that the fourteenth of February is a calendar holiday and a fan favorite day of the greeting card companies.” It’s so ridiculous you’d laugh if you weren’t so annoyed by the lack of consideration and the not-so-subtle blame he’d tried to shift on you. “Even though I did double check if he was sure about meeting up today, I guess I didn’t realize I actually needed to spell out ‘Valentine’s Day’ for him.”

The man across from you doesn’t bother holding back the less than impressed look on his face. And you decide you like that about him, that he wears his thoughts so openly. It’s refreshing.

“Do you mind if I take a look at his profile?”

You shrug and pass your phone over. You were planning on blocking West the second you had a moment anyways. You see him roll his eyes and guess it has something to do with the amount of shirtless gym selfies.

He snorts as he scrolls, “Please, his mustache has nothing on mine.”

An amused laugh escapes you. “Are we ranking mustaches now? Because if that’s the case, I’m sorry to say that I’d have to give it to Selleck.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes good-naturedly, as he hands you back your phone. “But am I at least a close second?” There’s no mistaking the flirtatious tone in his voice.

You hum and take full advantage of the opportunity to look at him unabashedly, mapping the contours of his face because you can.

To simply call him handsome would be an understatement.

The way the golden light of the sunset is hitting him you catch some sunkissed strands in those soft looking waves of his hair. There’s the beginning of some crinkles around the edges of his eyes. You notice the scars on his face, some that look long healed and others that are still a light pink- like the one on the side of his neck and beneath is ear. And that mustache on him worked for you, one hundred percent.

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he lets you assess him that leaves no question as to whether or not he’s been flirting with you. You like the way he’s looking at you and the way he’s easily made you forget about being overdressed and how uncomfortable you were even just five minutes ago. You’re having fun. And while you still haven’t answered his question from earlier, you have no doubt that he’d show you a good time if you let him.

“Maybe not a close second, but yours is certainly up there,” you tease.

He grins. “I can work with that.” There’s something about the way he adds on for now that has a spark dancing up along your spine. And then he sticks out his hand, “I’m Bradley.”

It’s a good name. It suits him. It’s one you think you’ll enjoy the way your tongue will curl around the letters of it in your mouth.

When you give him yours in return, he sits up straighter in his seat, like he’s won a small victory.

You don’t doubt that he’s the chivalrous type, the fact that he’s gone out of his way to come over to try and turn this evening around for you says more about him than any dating profile with nonsense questions and overthought answers ever could. But with a man like him, one who’d swoop in to save the night of a stranger because she looks like a damsel in distress, there’s an answer to a question you need to hear first.

“Bradley, this isn’t a pity thing, is it?” You were right, you like the way saying his name feels. You drop your hands into your lap, as you search his eyes. “Because if it is, that’ll make me feel worse than being stood up did.”

The way the words were sitting out and open on the table between the two of you made you feel vulnerable in a way you didn’t like. But you’d rather know now before anything goes further. Doing it for the plot or not, your ego could only take so much bruising in one evening.

He pins you with a look so serious that you feel it down to your toes. “Trust me, this is furthest thing from a ‘pity thing’, as you put it,” Bradley says, his tone slipping down a few gravelly notes. “Because if I’m being honest, if that asshole had actually shown up, I don’t know if I would have played fair.”

Oh.

A thrilling rush of warmth courses through you as your cheeks heat up.

You nod, trying to not look as affected as you feel. “Ok, I believe you.”

“Good,” he smirks, his gaze dropping down and lingering on your lips. You didn’t realize you’d trapped your lower lip between your teeth, you release it immediately. “Because you should know, I would have come over sooner- the second I saw you, actually- if I’d known. That’s some dress, sweetheart,” Bradley continues, “Plus, you’d be doing me a favor.”

You couldn’t help but be curious, so you lean in closer. “Oh, how so?”

Bradley mirrors you, crossing his thick forearms over each other and leans in that much closer. “I haven’t had a Valentine in years,” he says it like he’s letting you in on a secret.

For the first time all night, you don’t regret wearing the dress. You don’t regret the ostentatious shoes or the glimmering beaded bag. You don’t regret walking through that creaky door. You don’t regret showing up tonight.

How could you when you’ve just been served the best plot twist you’ve possibly ever experienced? A meetcute you never could have seen coming.

You realize just how close your faces have gotten and lean back in your seat, from fear of thinking you might do something stupid, like kiss him. “Will you stop with the big cow eyes, if I agree?”

Those crinkles around his eyes deepen, “Good to know they still work, I wasn’t sure if I still had it.”

You press your lips together trying to hide your smile, all too thoroughly charmed, but the corners of your mouth curl up all the same.

“Trust me, you have plenty.”

And Bradley’s own smile gets even wider.

Anyone in the bar can see how pleased with himself he is at your words. It rolls off of him in steady waves and swirls around your shins and ankles.

He makes a show of settling further into his seat, now that it is officially his seat. “What’re we thinking? One milkshake, two straws?”

You play along and pretend to ponder the offer for a moment. “That seems more like a second date type of activity, does it not?”

“You’re right, something to look forward to for next time,” he responds, not missing a beat. “So, can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll allow it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

There wasn’t a menu or anything on the table when you sat down, so you aren’t sure what all is offered here. You thought you might have caught a glimpse of a laminated stack near register when you’d first walked in, but you hadn’t wanted to draw any more attention to yourself at the time by getting up again and wandering around and reminding people just how out of place you’d been.

You look around and see a mix of ceramic steins, pint glasses, beer bottles, and a few stems of wine on tabletops and in the hands of the other patrons.

The noise of the bar had become a faint white noise in your ears as the two of you talked, but it comes back in full force now.

“If they have rosé, I’d take a glass of that.” It isn’t hard to miss the hesitation in your voice, feeling a little silly defaulting to your usual go-to. You don’t imagine they go through a ton of pink wine here. “But, uhm, anything on tap would be fine too, if they don’t.”

Bradley’s lips twitch up. Not in a smirk, but something caught between amused and something else you can’t quite describe.

You try not to fidget under his warm gaze, “What?”

He slides out of his stool and rounds the table, setting a big hand on the armrest near your elbow, “There’s something you should know about me, sweetheart.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, more than a little breathlessly. Feeling a little high off of the smell of his leather and vanilla cologne, and something underneath that that reminds you of kerosene in a way that makes you want to breathe him in even more.

Bradley dips down close, his lips just a whisper from your ear, and murmurs, “Pink is my favorite color.”

Your head tips back on its own as you laugh. Its unabashedly loud and bright and delighted thing that fills the nooks and crannies of the corner you’d tucked yourself away into. And if a few heads turn your way because of it, that’s alright with you.

You don’t believe him, not one little bit. But that’s part of the fun. The back and forth, the flirting, the banter, the teasing. He’s so quickly turned this night around for you, you already know your cheeks are going to hurt by the end of it.

The sound of Bradley’s own laughter chases after yours. It’s warm and raspy and boyish, and you like the sound of it. You like him.

“One rosé, coming up,” he says, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before he steps out of your space. “There’s nothing I like more than a girl who commits to a theme.”

You catch his wrist, his skin warm under your palm. “Wait, what’s it really?”

“Red,” Bradley says, then gives you a slow once over, making your pulse spark in your veins. “But you’ve got me second guessing myself now.” He gives you a wink and then heads towards the bar.

You watch stunned as he saunters away, admiring the way the light wash jeans he’s wearing form to his long legs, before taking a moment to send a string of words punctuated with more than a few exclamation points to the group chat.

When he comes back, only a few minutes later, he has glass of familiar pink wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. And oddly enough, a straw tucked into the pocket on his shirt.

“It’s almost a perfect match,” he notes, when he sets it in front of you.

“At least I won’t have to worry about staining if I end up spilling on myself.”

Bradley chuckles and moves his stool in closer to yours, sitting back down with more smooth grace than a man with his build has any right to move. He tips the neck of his beer towards you, and you lightly tap your wine glass against it.

You take a sweet sip. “So.”

“So,” he repeats, with a teasing lift of his eyebrow.

“What’s your move?” you ask, running a glossy tipped finger around the rim of your wineglass.

“My move?” And there’s that grin again, one he doesn’t try to hide as he takes a sip of his own.  “‘m pretty sure I’ve been showing you my moves since I sat down. I’ve never been good at being subtle.”

Bradley pulls the straw from his pocket and taps it a few times against the shellacked woodgrain table top. He takes the flimsy wrapper carefully starts twisting it, a little furrow of concentration forms between his brows, spiraling it until it’s pulled taut against itself.  

You set an elbow on the edge, resting your chin on your hand as you study him. “But what’s the big move? I know you have one,” you press further.

His hands are big, calloused and rough, but capable. You want to know the story behind the scar that’s near the base of his thumb. You note that he wears his watch on the right instead of the left, and you pocket that new discovery for yourself the way a kid enthusiastically collects rocks in a park.

Bradley takes that piece of paper and folds it in half before twisting it again.

You watch in fascination as that pleased grin transforms into a confident smirk, like he’s enjoying even just the thought of showing you his big move. He looks like good trouble.

Bradley’s eyes slowly lift to yours, his hands pausing whatever he’s doing with that wrapper. He shoots a thumb to the left towards the end of the oval shaped bar. “You see that piano over there?”

“Mhm.” It’s an almost purr.

“That’s my big move.”

You feel your eyebrows lift in surprise. Bradley gave off such hometown golden boy vibes, you’d never have expected that he’d be the musical type too. The idea of seeing those hands fly over a set of black and white piano keys made your stomach tighten deliciously in anticipation.

“Am I going to get to see it?”

His gaze is steady on you when he replies, “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll show you my move.”

A grin stretches across your face and you feel downright giddy, as you wiggle your shoulders in triumph.

Bradley shakes his head amused, and then refocuses his efforts on the task he’d started with the straw wrapper. He struggles only for a moment- those large fingers getting in the way- as he tries to open the end just enough to slip the tail though. He gives it one more final twist, securing the loop, before inspecting his handiwork.

“Now, since we’re valentines and all, it seemed only fitting that I get you- well, make you- a little something.” Bradley gives you a soft, boyish smile as he holds out his palm towards you, and in the center of it is a perfectly crafted paper ring. “Sorry, I couldn’t find you a Ring Pop on short notice.”

The words escape you for a moment at the sheer sweetness of the gesture.

Gently, you take it from his outstretched hand, and slip it onto the pointer finger of your right hand, adjusting it with care until you have it situated just right.

“I usually wouldn’t be able to accept something so grand on a first date. But for you, I’ll make an exception,” you say, liltingly. “Thank you, Bradley.”

You look down to appreciate it again, more than a little tempted to take it off and tuck it securely into your purse for safekeeping. For as much as you liked your dress and bag and your shoes, that little paper ring was now your favorite piece of the outfit you were wearing.

When you glance back up at him, his cheeks have the faintest pink hue to them. The little nonchalant shrug he tries to give you does nothing to hide how pleased he looks. “I make a mean daisy chain too. We might have to wait a couple months for Spring, but I’m good for it.”

Your mind flashes with an image of you and him in a park with a picnic basket sat between the two of you, and those large hands of his threading celery green stems together. It’s a pretty picture.

“Well, aren’t you just a regular modern day Renaissance man.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he rasps, silky smooth. It makes goosebumps raise along your arms. “Now, I’ve told you mine. Can’t say I’m not dying to know what your big move is. Am I going to get to see it, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you muse, lifting your glass to take another sip, “If you’re good.”

Bradley hooks a foot under you stool and tugs you just a few inches closer. “Just out of curiosity, what’s your position on kissing on a first date?”

You bend forward towards him and think you hear his breath hitch, you smile. “I’ll keep you posted.”

You’re still looking at his lips when a shout from across the bar startles you both.

“Bradshaw!”

Bradley mutters a string of curses and then blows out a breath, giving you a smoldering look that tells you that the conversation is far from over. You’re more than willing to let him try and change your mind about where he lands in the mustache rankings.

You look over your shoulder to see the with the sharp smile from earlier waving your date over to the pool table. “I take it you know, Malibu Ken?”

“Unfortunately.” A mischievous look coasts over his face. “But I’ll get you all the Ring Pops you could ever want if you say that to his face.”

You laugh. “I’m holding out for that daisy chain.”

Another holler rings out from across the room, the same Southern drawl as before.

“Seems like he wants your attention. Is he a Leo?”

He snorts. “You know what, he just might be. But more like he’s been waiting for the right moment to annoy me since I ditched him to come talk to a pretty girl instead.”

You try not to preen at the compliment.

“The relentless type, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I think I’m about thirty seconds from him queuing up “You Make Me Feel So Young” on repeat just to fuck with me,” Bradley explains. There’s a story there and you want to know more. “I know I still owe you the big move, but is it alright if I try to show off a little for you now? Just to get off my back for the rest of the night, then I’m all yours.”

You feel like you’ve just pulled an ace from your pocket.

“What are the stakes?” you ask, intrigued.

“Two hundred dollars and a whiskey,” Bradley replies.

You let out a low whistle, trying to school the catlike grin that wants to overtake your face. “That’s a lot of Ring Pops.”

The corners of his mouth curl up. “I was thinking dinner for our third date,” he says. “I’m buying for our second, of course. But it’s only right that we split the spoils of war.”

The sound of a brass band rings out over the staticky speakers and Bradley hangs his head down and lets out a long-suffering groan. You playfully pat his shoulder in faux commiseration.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, but you already know your answer. “Okay,” you agree, “Just as long as you’re okay with a little respectful ogling. You like my dress, and I like those jeans you’re wearing.”

He laughs, it’s a throaty rich sound. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

You gather for you purse and sweater as Bradley stands. His hands come to your waist, helping you off the chair, your bodies closer than close. It’s a forward move- he knows it, you know it- but with him, you don’t mind at all.

Bradley offers you his hand and you take it in yours; his fingers slip between yours easily like the two of you have already done this before.  

The two of you only make it a few steps before you tug on his hand, waiting until he looks at you from over his shoulder before asking, with a lifted brow, “Bradley Bradshaw?”

He huffs out a not-so-exasperated sigh, “I blame it on the 80’s.”

“Whatever you say, Brad-Brad.” It’s the one and only time you’re ever going to say it, you decide. You like saying his name too much to shorten it. And his back may be turned to you now, but that now familiar chuckle still makes its way to your ears.

Bradley leads you to the bar first, where he buys another glass of rosé and a beer for himself. When you try to pass your credit card to the woman behind the counter, he takes it, and rasps into your ear, “Let me.”

He tucks it right back into your purse as the sound of brass instruments starts up yet again.

“Like a dog with a goddamn bone,” you hear him mumble. And you press your lips together to keep from laughing. Sure, you’d rather be seeing his big move, but you can’t claim not to be amused by all of this.

He nods to a group of people in the corner near the popcorn machine when the two of you enter the alcove with pool table. Some of his other friends of his you assume.

You send them a little wave, one that they return in greeting. You can tell they’re curious, but you’re grateful when they resume their conversation instead of making you feel like your date with Bradley had become a spectator sport for their viewing entertainment.

The first thing Bradley does is introduce you to his friend. It’s a little thing, but he does it without prompt or awkwardly leaving you to take the initiative yourself. You appreciate the way he is still prioritizing your comfort the way he’s been doing it since he first sat down across from you.

The second thing he does is pull out a chair for you. Not with a fanfare, not with a flourish. But like it’s something that’s innately ingrained in him. You get the sense that the gentleman thing isn’t an act with him, it’s who he is.

Jake rests a hip against the table. “Sorry to interrupt your date, but Bradshaw and I had some unfinished business.”

You wave him off, it’s not a big deal. Not when you’ll have the rest of the night with Bradley. Plus, you’re eager to watch this play out between them, curious about their gameplay.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Bradley rumbles, as he arranges the balls in the rack. And you wonder if he lost the lag before he’d made his way over to your table for one.

He comes back over to you, and leans on the ledge next to you as he chalks his cue. You’d thought about slipping your sweater back on, with the outside chill pressing against the line of glass windows at your back, but Bradley had more than enough warmth radiating off of him that you didn’t need to.

“You that eager to be out a couple hundred, Bradshaw?” Jake grins, as he leans over the side of the table. He turns his gaze to you and sends you a wink right before he breaks, sending the cue ball barreling into the others with a resounding clack, scattering them across the table.

And then they’re off.

It’s a rapid fire of back-and-forth banter between the men as they take their shots. Mostly good natured, but undeniably competitive. Smirking when they land their shots, and snarking over fouls. Clear that neither of them wants to lose.

Jake is all confident posturing, playing low over the cue with a lightly too tight grip. It’s the only thing that gives him away that he’s not the easygoing player as he wants people to think he is. Choosing higher risk shots that would highlight his ability versus some of the more straightforward options laid out for him, and skilled enough that it pays off most of the time. But after a couple rounds you note he’s too quick to stand up after taking his shot, not enough follow through because he’s too eager to see if his gamble pays off.

Bradley is all loose-limbed ease, clearly comfortable in both his skin and at the table. You can tell he’s probably playing quicker than he normally does, clearly trying to hurry up the game for your sake, even though he doesn’t need to. Although he does take his time as he positions himself around the table, only adjusting his bridge every now and then. Always with a 1-2 shot, a warm-up stroke followed by a steady hit. Watching him you catch his tendency to throw out his elbow of the follow through.

The two are pretty well matched in skill, you observe with keen eyes, as the balls skate across the Top Gun insignia, against the rails, and into pockets.

When Bradley’s not up to play, he’s by your side, right at your elbow. And when he is, it’s your eyes he’s looking into the moment he stands back up, seeking out your reaction. But more than once you feel his eyes on you as you watch them play.

True to your word, you to admire him in those snug fitting jeans. And when he catches your appreciative gaze, he sends you a wink before lining up his next shot.

Jake sinks another solid into the pocket he’d called only moments ago, and turns his dimpled smile at you, “You still sure about your date with the old man, chickadee? I bet I could show him up in that department too.”

The way he says it, you know he’s just teasing, probably just to rile you date up and get a reaction from him.

“Unfortunately for you, I think I have a thing for mustaches now,” you toss back, unbothered. And Bradley smiles into his drink.

You watch as Jake lines up his next shot and hits the white with a compact stroke.

“Double hit,” you declare.

“Dammit,” Jake curses.

You look over to see Bradley looking at you with a focused look on his face. Like there’s a theory clicking into place, one he needs the answer to. Wordlessly, he hands you the cue.

“You sure?” you ask.

“Two hundred dollars sure,” he states.

You take it from him with a sly grin.

Bradley’s thighs brush against the front of your knees, you know if you parted them even a couple inches, that he’d fit just right between them. His hands landing on your waist again as he assists you off the stool you’ve been perched on. And you’re starting to think he just likes an excuse to touch you, not that he needs one because you already more than like the feel of his hands on your body.

You walk the pool table, running a finger around the rails as you do. Evaluating the balls on the table like they’re chess pieces. The slow clip of your heels on the floor like the tick of a clock as you take your time deciding your approach.

“You’re the stripes,” Jake offers helpfully. “Don’t worry, I’ll even let you have a free shot.”

And you can’t help but laugh because this is going to be fun.

“Bradley?” you ask, leisurely chalking your cue.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Do you mind?” You gesture to the spot behind you, and he catches on quick with a not-so-subtle glance at the short hem of your skirt.

He sets his beer down and comes to stand behind you, there’s just enough space between the two of you that you don’t have to worry about hitting him with the cue, his broad from proving you the coverage you needed to bend over the table. While you don’t think you’d mind Bradley seeing the silk thong you had on underneath your dress, you weren’t exactly up for flashing the whole bar.

You haven’t played in a while, but it’s a muscle memory at this point, as you map out your moves. Seeing the lines and angles and arcs in your mind’s eye before anchoring your bridge.

You look at Bradley from over your shoulder, only to see his eyes are trained on the ceiling with his tongue pressed against his cheek. A gentleman, albeit not an unaffected one. A tendril of smokey gratification curls its way along your spine. You turn your head back to the pool table looking between the cue, target, cue ball, target.

It’s a smooth stroke with a satisfying crack. A clean three-rail shot that lands the striped five into the pock you’d intended for it.

“Damn” is all Jake says. His eyes you up, clearly impressed.

“You sure about that free shot, Jake?” You stand up and smooth out your dress, just for the show of it. “Or do you want to make it double or nothing instead, Malibu Ken?” You hear Bradley snort from behind you.

And just like you thought, he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, “Deal.” Jake turns to Bradley. “I just let your girl hustle me, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Bradley says with a grin, but his eyes are on you.

Neither are surprised when you sink your next shot too. The six sailing into the left corner pocket.

On your next shot, you may or may not deliberately foul. A tactical choice that sets Jake up with a less than ideal position on the table, knowing it’ll be a difficult shot for him to make.

“Now you’re just toying with me, aren’t you?” Jake grouses.

You just smile and take a sip of the rosé that Bradley hands you, neither confirming or denying.

Surprisingly, he banks it.  But his good luck only lasting through that one play. Because on his next, the ball glances off the side rail at too acute an angle to reach the intended pocket and he groans.

Not quite ready to be done, you ease off a little. Enough that they both know you’re going easy on him to extend the game longer, just so that he can catch up to you.

But soon enough, soon there’s only your eight ball left on the table.

“Looks like you’re about to be out four hundred dollars, Jake,” you say with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Just put me out of my misery already.”

You turn to Bradley, who has been carefully positioning himself behind you the whole time. You hold out the cue to him and ask, “Do you want the honors?”

He shakes his head. “Go on, finish him off, sweetheart. I’m enjoying the show.”

And when your final ball tips into the side pocket, Jakes resounding groan is drown out by the whistle Bradley lets loose between his thumb and pointer finger, as you turn towards him beaming.

“The atm’s by the restroom.” Bradley sounds only too happy to remind Jake as he closes the gap between the two of you.

You look over his wide shoulder, “As for the whiskey, something expensive please, Malibu Ken.”

Jake huffs a grumble but nods all the same as he goes to round up your winnings.

“Scored four hundred dollars and a valentine, that’s not too shabby, if I do say so myself,” you preen to Bradley.

“Think that might have been the best thing I’ve seen all year,” Bradley announces. “The hottest too, if I’m being honest.” You feel your cheeks heat under his gaze. His finger slips under the thin strap of your dress that had fallen off your shoulder somewhere along the way. He slides it back up and into place, treating it like some delicate thing the same way he did that paper wrapper. “Where’d you learn to play like that?”

Normally, this is when you’d rerack, but you’ve never had a Bradley Bradshaw looking at you before.

“I took a class in college over the summer as an elective credit, and it turns out I had a knack for it,” you explain with a playful little shrug.

“I’ll say.” He takes another step closer. “Did you just show me your move, sweetheart?”

“One of them,” you grin.

You don’t have to press up to his height, not with your pearly heels.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips to yours for a kiss. A sound of surprise escapes from his throat. You feel the curve of a smile before his hands slide around your waist to pull you closer.

The scrape of his mustache against your upper lip sends electricity racing along every nerve ending in your body. In that moment you are Midas touched, the blood thrumming through your veins feels like liquid gold. It’s unhurried, like he’s been waiting to savor the feel of your mouth against his. Exciting and new as you learn the taste and touch of him. You knew it was going to be good, but even so, it’s better than you could have expected.

“Think you just snagged that number one spot of my list of favorite mustached men,” you say against his lips.

“Suck it, Selleck,” he rasps.

You inhale the amusement of his light chuckle, letting it go to your head like champagne bubbles, before he slips a hand around the base of your neck and pulling you in close once again.

A couple hours later, you find yourself at home on the couch. Your cheeks a little sore from how much smiling you’d done tonight, as Tom and Meg trade words over a plate of caviar on screen.

It was only much later that night you’d gotten to see Bradley’s big move.

He’d surprised you with his voice and the talented way his fingers glided over the white and black keys. An expensive glass of amber colored liquor sitting atop the old piano as he played, and four hundred dollars tucked safely away in your purse.

You’d given him your number when he’d walked you to your car, only distracting you for a few extra minutes with his mouth, before you’d left for the night, hoping that you’d hear from him soon.

A notification lights up your phone, and a ribbon of thrill unspools through you.

You sigh when you see that it’s a notification from your dating app. You’re wary to open it, not wanting anything to color your night, but you figure now is as good of time as any to block the guy who had nothing on the one you’d spent your evening with.

When you see the name of the person who’d sent you a message, you click into his profile with lightning-fast fingers, skimming all the details to things you hadn’t had a chance to learn yet.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 𝟑𝟓

𝐉𝐨𝐛 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬: 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧: 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

There is a picture of him in uniform, grinning to someone out of the frame. And another one of him shirtless on the beach, surrounded by some of the faces you’d seen tonight at the Hard Deck.

But it’s the answers to the prompts that he’d picked, that set your heart fluttering.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭: 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. (𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫.)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬: 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬.

That one makes you laugh.

You open the message from him, one that had been sent with a rose.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧? 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐩.

You don’t even have to think.

𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?

And you can’t help but grin to yourself as look at that paper ring still on your finger. Because you know, this app won’t be on your phone for much longer.

Not now that you’ve met him.

Happy Hearts Day, friends! Thank you for reading!

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[straylightdream]

sweet monday afternoons

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoon jeonghan x afb.reader

Being with him was easy, and sharing a love of food and baking was the perfect match.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, romance, fluff, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol, linecook! jeonghan, waitress/baker!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.1k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, angst kinda?, the mc has a hard time communicating sometimes

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, cumplay, creampie, soft dom jeonghan, big dick jeonghan, pussy stretching, size kink, praise kink, the reader has bigger boobs and jeonghan is obsessed, breeding kink, dirty talk, hand job, fingering, oral (both rec), anal play, use of a buttplug, cockwarming, spanking, nicknames: bunny, pretty, pretty girl, baby, sweet cheeks, princess good girl (hers) baby, hannie (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: happy early valentines everyone. Thank you so much @gyuhao5 for beta reading for me.

🎧: intentions - starfall | soft spot - keshi | casual - chappell roan | talk to me - starfall

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Growing up you used to spend hours in the kitchen with your grandmother baking. Some of your fondest memories were spent in her kitchen. You always had this dream of going to culinary school to learn more about the art of baking. Your little dream came crashing down when you truly realized how expensive it was going to be. There was no way your parents could afford to send you to culinary school. Especially after your father lost his job.

Your father being laid off drastically changed your life. What started as day trips to see your grandmother soon changed when you and your parents had to move back in with her.

At the age of seventeen you got a job juggling school and working as much as physically possible. At the age of nineteen you saved up enough to move in with your best friend Soonyoung.

Even though culinary school wasn’t in your cards that didn’t detour your love of all things food and baking. Since moving out you have juggled working in the food industry in one way or another. You’ve been a barista, you have been a host and now your two most recent jobs consist of being a waitress at a restaurant called Sucré and on Sundays working at a little local bakery helping out the owner in the early hours of the morning making all her baked goods for the day.

Friday nights at the restaurant are always hell. It tends to be nonstop and the only good part about it is the money you make. It’s break time and sitting in the back alley Soonyoung is laying on the sidewalk complaining about two different tables in his section.

“Do you think if I just left Seungcheol would notice?” Soonyoung groans.

“I’m pretty sure our boss would notice.” Your roommate is always being dramatic in one way or another.

The back door opens and Jeonghan, one of the line cooks walks out. You’ve been working with him for over a year and you wish you could say your crush on him has gone away but it truly hasn’t. In the more recent months you’ve actually become friends with him.

“I hate Fridays.” He groans sitting on the curb next to you. He bumps your knee with his. Over the last two months Jeonghan and you have been flirting quite a bit.

“Don’t we all?” Soonyoung wines.

“How much longer until this night is over?” If you have to deal with one more bitchy customer you might scream.

“Probably three hours,” Jeonghan sighs looking at you.

Glancing at his watch, Soonyoung sits up. “I don’t wanna go back.” Standing up he holds his hand out for you, helping you stand up.

“Joshua and I were talking about going to Wonwoo’s bar he works at after work to get some beers. Would you like to join?” You’ve hung out with Jeonghan after work before with some friends.

“I feel like I need to get drunk after this shift,” Soonyoung chimes in.

“That will take all of one and a half beers to get you there.” Your best friend is the textbook definition of a light weight.

“Is that a yes?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah I’m down.” You don’t want to miss an opportunity to hang out with Jeonghan.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Sometimes the best time to go to the bar at midnight is after working a shitty shift at a fancy restaurant. 42nds is a bar that Wonwoo a mutual friend with a lot of the boys works at as a bartender. The drinks are cheap here and everyone always has a great time.

The moment you arrive at the bar Soonyoung ordered himself a beer, and sets his sight on a pretty girl playing pool. Joshua follows him noticing she has a friend with her.

Standing at the bar with Jeonghan you each order a beer. “Shitty night at work?” Wonwoo asked as he cleans some glasses.

“That’s an understatement,” Jeonghan sighs.

“You know this is why I told Seungcheol I didn’t want to work there.” Seungcheol has been trying to get Wonwoo to bartend at Sucré for months.

“You make good money here right?” Jeonghan and Wonwoo have been friends for years as they went to college together.

“Yeah the money is good. I feel like I would probably make more where you guys are, but then again I couldn’t do freelance photography if I worked there.” Wonwoo says.

Before Jeonghan can respond, Wonwoo gets waved down by his manager.

Jeonghan leans again at the bar and takes a drink of his beer. “Can I ask you a question?” Jeonghan asked.

“Sure.”

“Are you and Soonyoung together?” He asked so casually before taking a sip of his beer.

Trying your hardest not to let out a laugh you glance over at your roommate who is in the middle of flirting with a girl over at the pool table. “No we’re not together.”

“Okay I just wanted to know.”

Taking a sip of your beer you raise your eyebrow at him. “Why do you ask?”

A smile plays across his lips, “Well I wanted to make sure you weren’t together before I asked if you wanted to come over to my place tonight?” The room suddenly seems like it’s spinning at the mention of Jeonghan wanting you to come over.

“Like to have sex?” The moment the words leave your mouth you instantly feel embarrassed. Clearly that’s what he wants and you aren’t sure why you’re being so awkward.

“If you don’t want to, it's totally cool. I just thought I would shoot my shot.” You've seen Jeonghan flirt with other people before and you’ve seen him pull his fair share of women. You never thought he had any interest in you.

“I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

“I would have made a move earlier, but I thought Soonyoung was your boyfriend.” Leave it to Soonyoung to cock block you without even trying.

“Definitely not my boyfriend.” In all the years you’ve known Soonyoung you’ve never even had a crush on him. He’s always just been your best friend.

“Well if you’re still interested at the end of the night maybe you could come over to my apartment.”

“Okay.”

The rest of your time is spent hanging out at the pool table. Soonyoung and Joshua are each flirting with a girl and Jeonghan is whooping everyone's ass at pool. When it’s your turn Jeonghan stands next to you coaching you. There is something so sexy about how confident he is at this. If you weren’t already looking forward to going home with him you definitely are now.

Bending over the table, Jeonghan's hand is on your lower back. “You’re doing so good,” he says loud enough for only you to hear.

“You’re very charming Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Only when there is a pretty girl involved.”

As the night comes to a close Jeonghan is at the bar talking to Wonwoo right as you get up.

“Maybe we should call a cab instead of walking the short distance home,” your roommate says.

“Soonyoung I’m going to go to Jeonghan’s house.” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper.

Soonyoung’s eyes go wide as he processes what you just said. “Are you going to fuck Jeonghan?”

“Soonyoung!”

“Oh my god, well have fun getting laid,” he pats you on the back giving you a huge smile. He takes off running towards Joshua asking him to share a cab.

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Walking into Jeonghan's small apartment you glance around as he locks the door. It’s an open concept with a kitchen in the corner and three doors in a small hallway.

“Do you have a roommate?”

“No, I live alone. It’s a little one-bedroom.” Stepping out of your shoes, you stare at Jeonghan for a moment. Placing his hand under your chin he tilts your head up. “You’re so pretty,” slowly he leans towards you. His nose is presses up against yours and your lips are almost touching.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you asked me to come over to have sex? Wouldn’t that involve kissing?”

A smile tugs at his lips, “So you want to have sex with me?”

“Yoon Jeonghan I want you to fuck me.”

Without another word he crashes his lips into yours. Your first kiss is everything you had hoped it was going to be. Your stomach feels like it’s filled with butterflies as your lips move together. Pulling back from you his hair falls into his face. Without even thinking you reach up brushing it away.

“Since the moment I started working at Sucré I have wanted to get to know you.” His voice is low.

“Why is that?” Your hand rests on his cheek guiding his face closer to yours again.

“You’re beautiful and there is something about you I’m drawn to.”

“Well I’m all yours.” You step back from him. “You know I have seen you flirt with women at bars and I have always wondered what this would be like.”

He pulls off his white shirt leaving him in his black work pants. Tossing the shirt on the floor he walks closer to you again. “You know I thought you and Soonyoung were either dating or hooking up. I can’t lie, I have been jealous of him for months.”

“I’m not interested in Soonyoung. I’m only interested in you.” You reach out, poking his chest.

“I think it’s time to start losing some clothes.”

Slowly you pull off your shirt. Jeonghan unbuckles his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He’s left standing there in his tight boxer-briefs. His body is absolutely mouth watering. Reaching for the button on your jeans you can even unbutton them before Jeonghan grabs yours, stopping you. “Let me.”

He dropped down to his knees in front of you. This is a sight you never thought you would see. Unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down your thighs. Stepping out of your jeans you look down to see Jeonghan staring up at you with lust filled eyes.

“Can you take your bra off for me?” He’s sitting back on his hunches. He reaches behind your unclasp your bra. Your heavy breasts are on display. You want to reach up and cover your chest, but you know you shouldn’t.

“It takes everything in me not to stare at your boobs all the time.” He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. Hooking his fingers into your thong he slides them down your legs.

Standing in front of him completely bare he’s staring at you like you’re the only person in the world. You wish you would have known this was going to happen. You would have shaved and worn cute matching lingerie. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. I’m not really prepared.”

Leaning forward he presses a kiss to the top of your pussy.

“I think you look perfect.”

“I would have shaved or something,” you ramble a little feeling embarrassed.

“Guys don’t actually care about that. No matter how you look. I’m going to like you.” If you weren’t wet before you definitely are now.

His hand gently rub your thigh with one hand while the other starts rubbing your wet core. His fingers ran up and down your wet slit.

“You’re already so wet.” He smiles up at you. “Is this all because of me?”

Silently, you nod.

“Can you turn around and hold on to the couch for me?”

“Yes.”

Bent over the back of the couch you’re caught off guard when he knocks your legs further apart. His lips leave a trail from between your shoulder blades down to your wet core. He stopped biting to leave love bites on the flesh of your butt cheeks.

“I hope this isn’t a one time thing. I have been dying to get you like this for a long time.”

Dropping to his knees behind you, his face is level with your wet pussy. His fingers part your lower lips slowly and he starts licking your sensitive clit. One of his long fingers slowly starts thrusting into you. “You’re so tight,” he moans against your pussy. Your fingers grip the couch cushion below you at the feeling as he adds another finger. “I need to stretch you out for me.” Hooking his fingers he’s brushing the perfect spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. The way he’s sucking on your clit and thrusting his fingers in and out if you can’t help but moan his name.

“Fuck-“ your legs feel like they’re about to buckle.

“Come on pretty girl. Are you going to come on my face?”

“Please- close-“ you can’t help but whimper. Incoherent words seem to leave your mouth.

“Can you take another finger?”

“Yes-“ The moment he stretches you open with a third finger you moan his name loudly. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Your head falls forward resting on the couch cushion. Jeonghan slowly licks your clit as you ride out your high.

Pulling away from you he gives your ass an unexpected smack earning a moan from you. “Fuck you’re good at that.” You slowly pushed yourself up. Turning around you lean back against the couch. Your eyes are locked on his as his thumb wipes away your release from his bottom lip. Taking his thumb into mouth he sucks your release off his skin.

“You taste so sweet.”

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he reaches his hand out. He leads you off to his bedroom. “Can you lay on the bed?” He asked releasing your hand.

“Yes.”

“I have a few questions before we continue.” Walking over you lay down in the middle of the bed. He stands at the top of the bed. “Are you on birth control?” He catches you off guard when he removes his boxers and you’re greeted by the sight of his very large cock. This was definitely the largest you’ve ever seen in person. You’re speechless at the sight of him.

“Hey pretty girl can you answer me?”

Blinking a few times you glance up at him feeling embarrassed he literally left you speechless at the sight of his naked body. “I have an IUD.”

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He pushes his finger through his dark hair. Walking over to the nightstand he pulls out a bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed next to you.

“I’ve never had sex without one.” None of your past partners have asked you to go bare. The idea of him taking you raw with his huge cock makes you wet all over again.

“I don’t mind wearing a condom. It’s fully up to you. I’m clean. I got tested two months ago and haven’t slept with anyone since. I’m giving you the option if you want me to go raw.”

“You don’t have to wear a condom.” There is something thrilling about the idea of him not wearing anything as he enters you.

He puts his knee on the bed and moves towards you. Sitting back on his hunches between your legs. “My final question,” he gently parts your thighs.

“Yes?”

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Am I allowed to ask you to finish inside me?” You can’t get the thought of him filling you to the brim out of your mind.

“Absolutely.”

“Please come inside.” You’ve read countless romance novels about men with breeding kinks who are obsessed with finishing inside someone and you’re curious what Jeonghan is like when it comes to finishing inside you. “Do you have a breeding kink or do you just like creampies?” It’s a bold question but you are genuinely curious.

Sitting on his hunches between your legs. Reaching over he clicks open the bottle of lube coating his large cock with a generous amount of it. He runs his length through your folds collecting your release. His lust blown eyes are locked on you. “Are you going to be turned off if I have breeding kink?” He taps his rose colored head against your clit. A loud moan passes your lips. He pours more lube in your wet core and takes his time massaging your lower lips and your entrance to wet core with it.

“No, I think I want you to have one.”

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you while I fill you to the brim for the first time ever with my cum?”

You take a shaky deep breath, “please.”

Slowly he pushes into you inch by inch. Giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him. “Anything for you princess.”

“Fuck you’re big-“ you moan closing your eyes. It’s gonna take a little bit to get used to the feeling of him stretching you.

“You’re doing so good,” he stills completely as he bottoms out. His hand rubs your side helping to relax you. Your eyes are locked on his as you take slow deep breaths trying to relax. He presses a gentle kiss to your knee. “If you need to stop. We don’t have to continue.”

“I want you to fuck me. I just need a moment. You’re just- you’re just fucking big.” He has you stuttering over your words.

A smile tugs at his lips. “You sure know how to stroke a guys ego.”

Rolling your eyes, “I can’t be the only one who has told you your dick is huge.”

“I’ve heard it before, but it’s nice hearing you say it.”

Pushing yourself up on your hands you look down at where you’re connected. The sight of him stretching your tight pussy turns you on even more.

“You can move. Could you go slow?”

“Absolutely.” He leans forward pressing his lips to yours. “Next time I’m going to have you ride me so I can suck on your nipples and play with your huge boobs.”

“Are you a boob guy Jeonghan?”

“I’m obsessed with your boobs.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“You’re finding out about all my kinks tonight.” He pulls his hips back, removing himself almost fully from you. “Now lay down baby.” Silently you follow his command.

His hips roll into yours at a steady but slow pace. He stays in the same position sitting on his calves. After a few minutes he hooks one of your legs over his arm for a better position. The room is filled with the echoing sounds of moans, heavy breathing and wet sounds from a mix of your release and lube.

“Can you touch my clit?” It's rare you can come without clit stimulation. He groans as his hand moves to your core. His thumb makes rough circles on your clit. “Jeong-“ your body feels tense as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“Can you cum for me?” He drops your leg that he’s holding. His thumb continues to work on your clit. Reaching forward he takes your breast in his hand. Pinching your nipple.

“Oh god-“ you cry as you cum. Your walls spasm around his huge length. “Please cum inside me-“ you beg.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he snaps his hips into yours at a quicker pace. His hips stutter as he paints your wall white. He moans your name like a prayer. Leaning forward he basically collapsed on your soft body.

Closing your eyes you slowly come down from your high. Gently your hand strokes his back as his breathing is heavy.

“Fuck-“ he groans. “I don’t think I have ever cummed that hard in my life.”

“You almost made me cry, I came so hard.”

He leaves a trail of wet kisses across the top of your breast.

“I might truly be obsessed with your boobs,” he laughs, slowly rolling off you.

“You can play with them anytime you want.”

A smile is plastered across his lips. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Crawling out of bed he runs off to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth to wipe away his cum that is slowly dripping out of you.

Laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, Jeonghan is playing with your hair. Things feel so comfortable between you. This doesn’t feel like a random hook up.

“Are you able to get breakfast together Sunday?”

Glancing up at him he looks so gentle. “I can't, I have to work at the bakery. I’m there from five in the morning to noon.”

“You work at a bakery?”

“Yeah I work a little bakery called Sweet Kisses. I just work there on Sunday mornings helping bake.”

“I didn’t know you bake.”

“I don’t get to do it very often so not a lot of people know.” Looking over at him you smile.

“I make a mean chocolate chip cookie.” He says staring at the ceiling with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Will you make them for me one day?”

“Absolutely.”

There’s a moment of silence before it clicks what he asked. “Did you just ask if I wanted to go on a date?”

A smile spread across his lips. “I was trying to.”

“I can’t get breakfast Sunday but I’m free the rest of the day.”

“Won’t you be tired?” He bops your nose earning a smile from you.

“I can drink some coffee and it will be worth being tired if I get to go out with you.”

“Can I pick you up from work Sunday from the bakery?” Looking up at him you lean up and press your lips to his.

“Absolutely.”

“Should I head home now?” You haven’t had casual sex in a while and you weren’t sure if he wanted you to stay or go.

“Why would you leave?”

Looking away from him you feel embarrassed. “Maybe you wanted to get some sleep and not worry about me.”

“I absolutely don’t want you to leave. I was hoping we could cuddle, and maybe have some cuddly morning sex, before I take you home. Since we both have work tomorrow.” He glanced over at his alarm clock to see its two in morning. “I guess technically we work tonight.” Your body feels warm at his sweet statement.

“I like your idea.”

He leans down pressing his lips to your. Smiling he pulls back from you. “I’m so glad I made a move on you finally.”

Walking into your apartment you find Soonyoung sitting on the couch watching tv. The moment he sees you a huge smile plays across his face.

“Well well well look who is home from her little sex romp.”

A heavy sigh passes your lips as you roll your eyes. “Soonyoung-“

“Was the sex good?” Soonyoung stands up. Your best friend loves gossiping and he absolutely wants to hear all the details about your night with Jeonghan.

“Soonyoung-“

“Listen, my best friend finally got laid by her crush. You can’t blame me for wanting to know the dirty details about how Jeonghan is in bed.”

Rolling your eyes you know he’s not going to let up, “let’s just say he’s so big I’m shocked I’m walking.”

Soonyoung’s eyes about bulge out of his head. “Jeonghan is packing?” He practically yells.

“That’s all the details you’re getting.”

“Oh my god,” Soonyoung follows you down the hall towards your bedroom. “I would have never guessed he has a huge dick.”

Not even bothering to respond anymore, you shut your bedroom door practically in Soonyoung's face. “Hey,” he yells knocking on the door.

Ignoring him about picking up your room before you need to get ready for your shift tonight.

Getting dressed in your work clothes you go to where you have a small washer and drying area. Looking for your apron you spot Soonyoung’s work shirt.

“Are you really not going to give me the dirty details about how your dick appointment went?” He stands in the doorway watching.

“Stop asking me about Jeonghan’s huge cock, and start getting ready for work,” you toss his dress shirt at him. Now that your roommate knows about what unfolded between you and Jeonghan, there is no way he’s not going to tease you about it all the time.“We need to leave for work in thirty minutes.”

“Fine, have it your way, we won't talk about Jeonghan and his huge dick.” Soonyoung pouts.

-

Sundays are always rough for you. Saturday nights you always work until nine at night and then Sunday mornings you have to wake up at four in the morning for your shift at the bakery.

The sometimes exhausting Sundays are worth it. Especially when you absolutely love getting to spend the day baking. Juliette, the owner of the bakery loves letting you try our new recipes and fun new baked goods.

Walking out of the bakery you find Jeonghan leaning against the hood of his car holding a cup of coffee. You’ve been awake for hours and you’re quite tired but you don’t even care. You’re just excited to spend the day with Jeonghan.

“I have come bearing gifts,” he smiles, holding out an iced americano. “I asked Soonyoung what your coffee order is.”

“I see you enlisted the help of my best friend,” you smile while taking the coffee.

“What do you have planned for us?”

“I was thinking there is a museum in town I have been wanting to go to.”

“I would love to go to a museum.”

The drive from the bakery to the museum is about thirty minutes. The car ride is filled with small talk and Jeonghan singing along to the radio. Things between you feel natural.

Once arriving at the museum you instantly notice how happy he is. You quickly learn that he absolutely loves art.

Hand in hand Jeonghan led you through the museum. Occasionally releasing your hand to take photos of you and the art work. He takes you all around showing you all this favorite artist. You even snap a few candid photos of him. He doesn’t know it yet but you already like him so much.

Sitting in the garden section of the museum. You are surrounded by a sea of beautiful roses. Jeonghan is off to a little cafe grabbing something to eat.

Looking through your text you see a message from Soonyoung.

From Soonyoung: how is your date with massive dick Jeonghan?

From you: can we please not talk about his dick all the time?

From Soonyoung: where is the fun in that?

From you: The date is going a amazing.

From Soonyoung: this man really likes you. He literally asked me about your favorite foods and drinks. He basically had me give him a pop quiz on all things you.

From you: that’s good because I really like him.

From Soonyoung: is it safe to say you’re not coming home? Something tells me his massive dick is going to take you for a ride tonight.

From you: IDK?! Gotta go he’s coming back.

Jeonghan comes back over with a tray of food and drinks. Quickly you close your phone and put it back in your purse.

“I got us a few things to split.” He says sitting across from you. He got a delicious looking sandwich and a couple of pastries.

Sitting there splitting amazing pastries you can’t help but feel happy. “I like you Jeonghan.”

“I like you too, bunny.” His little nickname catches your attention. No one has ever called you that.

“Bunny?”

“You’re very cute like a bunny. So you’re my bunny.”

“I like that nickname.”

Leaning across the table he pushed your hair behind your ear. Leaning in closer to him you want to kiss him. His nose brushes against yours. “I want to keep seeing you like this.” Your lips touch for a searing kiss.

With your lips still brushing, “can you stay night with me again?”

“I would like that.”

“We’re both off tomorrow and if you’re free maybe we could just spend the day baking and hanging out.”

“I would really like that.”

Spending time with Jeonghan is easy. There is something about him you just click with immediately.

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This time when you find yourself lying in Jeonghan’s bed he has you on your side. Your leg is lifted resting on his thigh. He’s pressed up behind you pushing into you at a slow but steady pace. One grips your heavy breast. Toying with your nipple between his fingers.

“You feel so deep,” you moan.

“Can you play with your clit for me?”

Breathlessly you nod. Your fingers move down to where you’re connected. Your clit is extra sensitive from the attention Jeonghan gave it when you arrived back at his place. He spent twenty long minutes eating you out. With ease he was able to get two orgasms out of you.

“Fuck this feels so good,” the sounds of his low raspy voice is intoxicating. “Do you like it when I go nice and slow?”

“Yes,” you’re trying your hardest not to sound desperate.

This felt so different then your first time together, this feels so much more intense.

Your orgasm hits you so hard you see stars. Your body feels like a live wire. He keeps his same slow deep pace helping you ride your high out.

His lips are attached to your shoulder leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in his wake.

Falling apart he moans your name. His last few thrusts are sloppy. There is a warm feeling washing over you. He paints your walls white with his sticky release.

Every so slowly he pulls out. Rolling onto your back you take slow deep breaths recovering from your intense orgasm.

Crawling out of bed he disappears for a moment before he returns with a warm cloth in hand. “Spread your legs for me bunny.”

Silently you follow his command. Gently he wipes away his release that is starting to drip out of you.

“You are so beautiful,” he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your knee.

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Ever since your first night when you slept together two months ago Jeonghan has become a fixture in your life. You aren’t exactly sure what you are. Neither of you have discussed labels or exclusivity, but you aren’t interested in anyone other than him. The way he talks about whatever relationship you have he doesn’t make it sound like he’s sleeping with anyone else.

Sundays and Mondays are your favorite days now. Both of you are off from work so you tend to spend the night at Jeonghan’s on Sunday night and Monday you will spend the day together. Most Monday’s you spend the afternoon in the kitchen together.

Being with Jeonghan he’s really helped you embrace your love of baking. You’ve been able to see his love of food along the way.

Today's recipe is something you have never tried before. You saw an Instagram post about a miso brown sugar cookie and now you can’t stop thinking about it.

While you’re mixing together your dry ingredients Jeonghan is at the stove cooking something for you both to eat for lunch. He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweats that set low on his hips and nothing else. You’re dressed in an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny sleep shorts. Most Mondays you spend just in his apartment and you rarely change out of your pajamas. Whatever Jeonghan is cooking smells delicious.

Slowly you pour your wet ingredients into the bowl with your dry ingredients mixing them together.

“Hannie, can you preheat the oven please?”

“Ay at captain.” He steps back from the stove and turns on the oven.

While Jeonghan finishes making lunch you place all your cookie dough on the tray before placing it in the oven. Sitting at the kitchen table your eating the delicious soup that Jeonghan has made.

“You always look so happy when you’re baking,” he says.

“As a kid I always loved baking with my grandma. It just always puts me at ease.”

The timer goes off signaling your cookies are done. Hopping up you grab an oven mitt and pull out your golden cookies. Placing them on the cooling rack, you admire your work. Jeonghan comes up behind you. One hand rest on your hip while the other reaches out grabbing one of your fresh hot cookies.

He blows on the cookie before taking a bite. He moans the moment the cookie touches his tongue. “Bunny these taste amazing.”

“Are you just saying that?” You glance up at him.

“Absolutely not. These taste incredible. I will never lie to you when it comes to tasting what you make.”

“I feel like I should save some of these for Soonyoung. He used to get all my bake good before we started seeing each other.”

He places a kiss on your cheek before walking over to the table. “I like to think this is perk of being the one who has you coming so hard you almost cry.”

Rolling your eyes you shake your head. Sitting back down across from him.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked.

“I was going to try and make this new dish for dinner. So maybe after a little while we can run to the grocery story.”

Days like these are your favorite. You don’t have anything lavish planned, you just spend the day enjoying each other's company. Walking around the grocery store Jeonghan pushes a little cart as you walk next to him. You love seeing the way he lights up when he sees new ingredients he’s been wanting to cook with.

“What’s your opinion on pineapple upside cookies?” You’re looking out the crate of fresh pineapples in the produce section.

“Like the cake?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never had them in the form of a cookie.” Without saying anything you hand him a decent size pineapple you picked out. “Is this your way of trying to get my cum to taste sweet?” He laughs at his own immature statement.

“Are you a teenager now?”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t heard that myth before?”

“I have, and unless you behave I’m never tasting your cum ever again.”

His eyes go wide at your quick response. “You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t push me.” You laugh.

Walking for the street he holds the bag of groceries in one hand and your hand in the other. Things are so easy with Jeonghan and it makes you so happy. You haven’t been this happy with a man ever before.

Entering Jeonghan’s apartment you put away the groceries together. Sitting at the kitchen table looking up new recipes you want to try while Jeonghan is preparing things for dinner.

Standing up you walk over and wrap your arms around him hugging him from behind him.

“Yes bunny?”

“I just want to be close to you.” You love being able to hold him and cling to him.

He removes your hands and turns around so he’s facing you. Pinching your chin he tilts your head up towards him. Slowly he leans down pressing his lips to yours for a searing kiss. “Is my girl needy?”

“I’m always needy for you.”

“Are you hungry?” You know he’s asking if you’re literally hungry since he’s prepping dinner. But you can only think about him.

“I’m hungry for you.”

“You naughty girl.”

“I want you.”

“Go to my room, I'll be there in a minute.” Pulling away he smacks your ass before you can get two steps away from him.

Walking off to his room instead of waiting for him to undress you, you strip naked. Standing the foot of his bed you wait for him.

Opening the door he’s pleasantly surprised at the sight of you fully naked.

“Hands and knees bunny,” he taps your ass walking past you. “How do you feel about putting a little plug in this cute little ass of yours?” Without thinking you moan in response. Reaching into his nightstand he pulls out a small bottle of lube and the small rose gold plug he bought for you last month. This is the first time you’ve worn a plug while he fucked you. He asked you about ass play about two weeks into sleeping together. He’s had you wear one while he eats out or fingers you. You had never tried anything like this but you were intrigued.

When he ended up buying a cute rose gold plug you couldn’t help but be excited. Getting on to the bed presenting yourself to him he grips your fleshy cheek, massaging it as he kisses the other one. His long fingers slide through your slit brushing against your clit.

Clicking the bottle of lube open he dollops amount onto your tight ring of muscle.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His finger spreads around the cold lube.

“Yes,” you sigh.

His finger slides into your ass slowly. “Do you think you can wear you cute little plug while I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you mewl as another finger slides into you.

“Maybe one day we can train you to take all of me in your ass,” he squeezes the flesh of your ass cheek.

“Too big-“

“You’re right, pretty girl. I think I’m too big for this tight little hole.”

Removing his fingers from your ass he reached for the plug on the bed next to him. He generously coats in lube before pressing it to your ass. Ever so slowly he pushes it in. A loud moan pssses your lips once it’s fully inside. His thumb adds a little pressure to it causing your eyes to roll back.

“Baby scoot forward. I’m going to eat you out and prep you.”

The feeling of Jeonghan’s mouth on your core has your eyes rolling back in your head. Hands grip the sheets below. His tongue keeps dipping into your entrance earning a moan. His thumb keeps applying pressure to the plug giving you a whole new feeling.

Before Jeonghan you had plenty of sexual encounters with other men, but no other man has ever tried to understand your body as well as he can. This man loves your pussy and will never miss an opportunity to have his head between your legs. He knows all the right things to do to have you crying out his name.

Fingers claw at the sheets below as he gets you closer and closer to the edge. Curving his fingers he’s brushing the special place inside you that makes you see stars.

Your face is pressed against the bed as you collapse onto your elbows. All the pressure building inside you finally brushes as you cry out his name. Pulling away from you he wipes away your release from his mouth with the back of your hand. A cocky grin is plastered across his lips as he watches you absolutely fascinated by your fucked out expression.

“I don’t think you have ever came that hard.”

“I felt like I was going to black out,” you pant.

“Do you need a break or can you take me?” He crawls off the bed.

“Please fuck me,” you all but beg.

Closing your eyes you take a moment to calm down. You can hear the sounds of him removing his clothes. The sound of his belt hitting the floor lets you know he’s naked. The bed behind you dips. Seconds later his hands are rubbing your side. “You’re always so good for me.”

Slowly pushing yourself up onto your hands, you look over your shoulder at him. He looks lost in a haze of lust. Taking his length into his hand he slowly runs it through your wet folds. Tapping it against your sensitive clit he earns a moan from you.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes-“ you moan.

Pushing into you his hand grips your hips pulling you flush against him. The feeling of him stretching you out while a plug is snug in your ass is intoxicating. You haven’t ever felt this full before. Closing your eyes taking in the feeling of giving yourself a moment to adjust.

He must be able to tell that you need time. His hands slowly rub your side. “Such a good girl.”

“Baby,” you moan.

“Is it too much?”

“No it feels so good-“ you feel as if you’re stumbling over your words. “Can you go slow?”

“Yeah-“ he groans. “You feel so tight.”

The full feeling is like nothing you have ever experienced before. The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, his heavy breathing, and your echoing moans.

His pace picks up, and he keeps up his deep thrust. One hand rests on the small of your back signaling for you to drop back down to your elbows.

This feels like a whole new angle. His dick curves up a little bit and with this angle he’s brushing a new spot inside of you. On top of the snug feeling of the plug inside your ass. Maybe one day you’ll let him take the time and actually try and properly fuck your ass.

“Hannie-“ you whine. Your brain feels like it’s turning to mush with each thrust.

“Baby you’re squeezing me so tight.”

You can’t imagine how tight you must feel to him right now. “Harder-“

“You want more?”

“Please.” You’re absolutely desperate to fall apart like this.

His hips snap a little harder helping you chase your release. Drool is practically falling out of your mouth against the sheets below as he fucks you basically stupid.

A ringing takes over your ears as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. Closing your eyes you cry out his name. Moments later he slams into you three times before holding you flush against his pelvis. You feel extra full as he finishes inside you.

Ever so slowly he pulls out. His eyes are locked on your core watching his milky white release drip out of you.

“I might actually have a breeding kink when it comes to you.” His words instantly earn a smile.

“Are you that down bad for me?” He rolls his eyes. Hoping off the bed runs off to grab a cloth to clean up his mess he made of your pussy.

“Baby we should shower.”

“Can we wait like ten minutes? You fucked me so good I don’t know if my arms work.”

He laughs and crawls back on the bed as you slowly lay down flat. Your head is off to the side watching him get comfortable next to you.

“I love spending Mondays with you.” He says.

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Work seems to suck less knowing at the end of the night you’ll be in bed with Jeonghan whether that means you’ll be having sex or just hanging out. The second your shift wraps up you find Jeonghan standing in the waiting area talking to Seungcheol while he waits for you.

Walking toward them you plan to keep it professional. Seungcheol is well aware you’re seeing Jeonghan but technically he’s your boss and you’re not sure if it’s frowned upon to be dating your coworker. Jeonghan grabs your hand pulling you close to him.

“Ready sweet cheeks,” your nickname causes you to instantly roll your eyes while Seungcheol barks out a laugh.

“I’m going to go on a limb and say she doesn’t like that nickname,” Seungcheol says.

“Do you not like it bunny?” He often calls you bunny and you think that nickname is cute. Sweet cheeks on the other hand can go.

“Please stick to bunny,” you lean up pressing your lips to his.

Soonyoung walks up with Joshua in tow. “Are you two down for drinks tonight?”

Putting his arm over your shoulder he pulls you closer to him. “I’m good with a couple of drinks. How about you bunny?”

“I’m good for one or two beers and then I need to go to bed.”

“Which bed are you going to? Yours that’s been empty for a week or darling Yoon Jeonghan’s?” Soonyoung loves to tease you.

“She’ll be in mine,” Jeonghan responds before you even have a chance.

“Seungcheol, are you joining us?” Joshua says walking up.

“Why not?” your boss shrugs.

Standing in the bar you watch as Seungcheol, Joshua and Jeonghan are at the bar talking to Wonwoo. You’re sitting with Soonyoung at a table sipping on your beer. “You know you seem really happy with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You haven’t labeled this and you don’t want to go around calling him that if he doesn’t see this the same way.

“Ma’am you have been sleeping with him, going on dates and practically living at his place three days a week. If that is not your boyfriend this might be the strangest friends with benefits relationship I have ever seen.”

“I think we’re just casual.”

“Does he know that?” He arches his eyebrow.

“I’m not sure.”

“Maybe you guys should talk about that tonight. I’m your best friend and I can tell when you're head over heels for someone. And you my dear best friend, you are down bad for Yoon Jeonghan.”

After a couple beers at the bar with everyone from work you go home with Jeonghan just like he said you would. Walking into his apartment both remove your shoes before heading off to the bathroom. You brush your teeth with the toothbrush you keep here.

Glancing around the bathroom you realize how Jeonghan has truly gone out of his way to make you feel at home. He’s gotten you your same face wash you use at home and even your face cream. You snap out of your thoughts when you see Jeonghan naked standing behind you through the bathroom mirror. He smacks your ass before walking off to the shower. He starts the water and lets it heat up for a moment before sliding the door open.

“Did you wanna join me?” He asked.

“I washed my hair yesterday and I don’t wanna blow dry it tonight.”

“Come join me and I’ll try not to get your hair wet.”

Pulling off your sleep shirt you leave at his place you strip naked. Sliding the shower door open, you step towards the warm water making sure to keep your hair as dry as possible. You watch him as he washes his hair. He’s so beautiful without even trying.

Lay on his bed, his body resting between your spread legs.

“Jeonghan, can I ask you something?” He’s kissing his way across your chest.

“Yeah.” He says between kisses.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

“Do you wanna be?” He looks up.

“I see you as my boyfriend but we haven’t ever discussed that or even talked about if we’re exclusive.” This feels insane you’re discussing this three months in.

“Do you think I’m sleeping with other people?” He gives you a confused look.

“No, I hope you aren’t.”

“Bunny when we fuck I don’t wear a condom. The moment we did that we were automatically exclusives.”

“That doesn’t answer the question about what exactly we are.”

“Bunny, you're my girlfriend. Wonwoo literally calls you my girlfriend. Everyone at the restaurant refers to me as your boyfriend.” He smiles.

“That’s cool. I’m glad we figured that out.” You let out a nervous chuckle. He presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss.

“You know you could have brought this up after the museum and I would have told you I was your boyfriend right then?” He smiles.

“You mean the first time we went out?” You instantly think back to your first date together.

“Yes, our first first date.”

“You were fine with being my boyfriend then?” Based on the way you hooked up with first time you always assumed he saw that time together as something casual like a simple hook up.

“Hell the first time we had sex I would have said yes to being your boyfriend. I had a crush on you for months when I thought you were with Soonyoung.”

“I still can’t believe you thought I was with Soonyoung.”

He closed his eyes and smiled before pressing his lips to the tip of your nose. “Just be happy I was finally brave enough to ask you out.”

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It’s been a week since Jeonghan and you finally labeled your relationship and life has been extra crazy. You’ve been at home more often than you have been at Jeonghan’s. Normally you spent Mondays together, but this week Jeonghan ended up having to cover Mingyu at work and you spent the day with your mom. She unexpectedly was in the city for the day and wanted to spend time with you.

She spent all of lunch asking you questions about your boyfriend. She made a big deal about asking if he would come with you to dinner next Sunday. You weren’t sure if you were in the next stage of your relationship when it was time to meet the parents, but you knew you should at least ask him.

On Tuesday when you finally saw him at work you decided not to bring up meeting your parents. You wanted to do this away from work.

After work Jeonghan didn’t even give you a chance to pretend you were going to go home with Soonyoung. He grabbed your hand pulling you towards his car while shouting a goodbye at your roommate.

After a long day at work Jeonghan absolutely loves showering together. Nothing sexual normally happens in the shower. He just likes being close with you there.

He’s in the middle of rinsing his hair. You’re focused on him. You need to ask him something important but you’re kind of scared for some reason.

“You can absolutely say no, but would you be interested in going to a family dinner with me?”

“You want me to meet your parents?” He raised his eyebrow stepping out from under the water.

“It would be nice, but you can absolutely say no. I understand if this is too soon.”

“We’ve been seeing each other for four months. I would like to meet your parents. I think they should meet your boyfriend.” It’s so nice to hear him refer to himself as your boyfriend.

“You're much more calm about this than I expected you to be.”

He steps towards, reaching out he pulls your wet body close to his. “This is the natural next step in a relationship. I care about you bunny, of course I should meet your parents.”

Sunday afternoon rolled around. You just finished your shift at the bakery and Jeonghan picks you up. He’s got two duffle bags in the car in case you decide to stay the night. Your parents live two hours away. The ride to your parents house you’re a little nervous but you aren’t sure why. Jeonghan is literally the perfect boyfriend. You know your family will love him. But for some reason, first meetings are always scary.

Standing in the kitchen making cookies with your grandma you look out into the window and see Jeonghan laughing about something with your father.

“Your boyfriend seems like a catch.” Your grandma has always seemed like a good judgment of character.

“I really like him.” That’s truly an understatement. You are very much head over heels for him.

“You said he’s a cook at your restaurant?”

“He’s a line cook.”

“There is something special about a couple who share a love of food. Your grandfather learned to bake for me.”

“He knew how to bake before me, but he’s really helped encourage me to bake more and to learn new recipes.”

“That right there darling makes him a keeper.” Your grandma smiles as she pats your back. “Pass me the brown sugar.”

Baking with your grandma has always made you happy. Looking out the window you find Jeonghan smiling back at you. Glancing back at your grandma you watch as she mixes together the batter.

“Gram, I love him.”

“That’s good darling, because he looks like he’s in love with you.”

Your evening with your parents and grandma is nice. When dinner time comes around you notice that instantly Jeonghan fits in with your family. Your mother already adores him and your father is making plans for the next time you come home. You couldn’t have asked for a better first meeting. On the drive up here you weren’t fully sure if you’re staying the night. Time seemed to slip away and before you knew it midnight was approaching.

“Why do you two stay the night?” Your father says walking into the kitchen where you and Jeonghan are doing the dishes.

“I don’t think you guys should drive home in the middle of the night,” your mother chimes in.

“We brought duffle bags. We can stay if you would like,” Jeonghan says.

“Let’s stay and head home in the morning.”

“At least stay for breakfast before heading home,��� your mother says.

Sitting in the room you grew up in Jeonghan is searching through his duffel bag. You're perched on your full sized bed.

“Hannie?”

“Yeah bunny?” He stands up holding his pajama pants.

“Can I tell you I love you?” You thought maybe the first time you said those three big words it would be some kind of grand gesture. But maybe it doesn’t need to be, because saying it right now like this feels right.

He steps closer to you so he’s right in front of you. “Only if I can say I love you too.” He leans forward pressing his lips to yours. “Everything about being with you is easy. You were easy to fall in love with. I wanted to say it when you agreed to be my girlfriend, but I thought I should wait a minute.” A warm feeling takes over your chest. Your eyes start to brim with tears. You care so deeply for him and you have absolutely fallen head over heels in love with. Loving him was as easy as breathing.

“Being with you just feels right.” He smiles at your words. His hand rests on your cheek pushing away the salty happy tear that slides down your cheek.

“That’s good because I’m going to love you forever.” Jeonghan has proven to always be a man of his word and you know that he’s the person you’re supposed to be with.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ birthday spoiling ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, TikTok trend, profanity, sexy pics, suggestive, mmm I’ll say mdni to be safe)

Sometimes when you and your friends got to drinking, you didn’t always make the best decisions. A long week of school a cheap and sweet box of wine? Was there anything better for the three of you? Not really! Usually the 3 of you got so drunk you just laid in the floor and screamed all your favorite songs and laughed so hard you cried and peed yourselves.

This time was a little different though. Kira got to complaining about her failed talking stage, Ari got to talking about her relationship, and you happened to mention that Fratboy!Jaehyun’s birthday was coming up. On Valentine’s Day! They both got too excited at that.

Ari put her stripper playlist on, a mix of sensual songs with heady beats and naughty lyrics. Kira got to digging through your drawers looking for something she hadn’t even told you about.

Confused, you set your cup aside and asked, “what are you looking for?”

Kira turns to you, “hello! Your boyfriend is like lover boy incarnate! We’re going to give him a gift for his birthday and Valentine’s Day! What’s sexier than your beautiful girlfriend in lingerie in pictures just for you?”

“Huh?” You ask, the wine making your comprehension a little slow.

“We’re taking sexy pics for your boyfriend!” Kira exclaims while a flash of red goes flying through the air before hitting you in the face.

Ari squeals with excitement, “I’ll get my camera!”

You couldn’t remember much of the night clearly, all you remember is waking up with a bitter taste in your mouth and all of you passed out on the floor in your bras and panties.

The pictures though, the pictures were great. There were a handful of pictures where you thought you could give some models a solid run for their money. You couldn’t even tell you were a little drunk in the pictures you decided to keep. The others were burnt so no one ever saw them.

-

It was easy to hide the pictures for Jaehyun to find. You’d spent the night at the frat house so that you could be the first one to tell him happy birthday and give him his birthday kisses. He was still snoring away as you snuck around the room, placing little rectangular pictures where you knew he’d find them.

One hidden in his laptop so he’d see it when he opened it. Another placed on top of his socks in their drawer. One right on top of his phone. One in one of shoes you knew he would wear. You were planning on hiding one somewhere with the breakfast you were going to make him. There were just a couple more that you decided to stuff into pockets of random jackets and pants so he’d have a nice surprise on a random day.

When Jaehyun trudged down the stairs, sleepily rubbing his eyes to eat the breakfast you’d so kindly made him. He wasn’t expecting to choke on the food.

You’d hidden the picture between the folded napkin beside his plate. You sat beside him, eating from your own plate, watching from the corner of your eye to see when he’d pick up the napkin. Your heart was pounding, watching as his fingers reached for the napkin while he was talking to Doyoung. He lifted the napkin, brows furrowing softly as a flicker of something fell right into his lap. Upon seeing the picture, of you so scantily dressed in red lace, laid back and staring at the camera with a nail between your teeth, he choked.

His eyes were wide, coughing into the napkins as he shoved the tiny picture into the pocket of his pajama pants.

Doyoung watched with a face of pure concern as you hit Jaehyun’s back, asking way too sweetly, “you alright, baby?”

“Fine! I’m fine!” He wheezed out, waving you and Doyoung off.

Jaehyun looked at you, taking a sip of the juice you’d poured for him, his eyes watery but clear enough for you to understand that he was asking you what the fuck was going on!

You smiled smugly, leaning in to press a long kiss to his cheek, whispering hotly in his ear, “happy birthday, lover boy.”

The next picture you set on top of his phone had resulted in you being tackled onto his bed and attacked with kisses all over your face, neck and chest. “Geez, Sweetheart, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?” He asked before the kisses that went from playful to hungry, leaving you both breathless with swollen lips from a heated make out session.

Unfortunately, you had some classes to get to so you weren’t there to see his reaction to the rest of the pictures he’d found. But you did get texts!

The picture in the sock drawer had come with a picture of the drawer with the caption, “boutta use these socks for something else, sweet girl. Fuck.”

The picture in the shoe came with, “Sweetheart, how am I meant to go to class after seeing this?”

And finally, the one in his laptop didn’t come with a text. No, it came with a phone call.

“Hello?” You asked, voice low since you’d left class to answer the call.

“You need to get to the house in like 5 minutes.” He stated breathlessly.

“Is there a problem at the house?” you ask.

“Yeah! Yeah, there’s a fucking problem! There’s a problem in my damn pants! Sweets I have a fucking boner,” he whispers the last word into the speaker in a low growl, “I got hard in class after I opened my laptop and saw your literal ass so now you need to get your teasing self to the frat house to help me handle it.”

You giggle to yourself. Right, you’d almost forgotten about this picture. The picture where you were bent over on all fours, lace-clad ass in full view while you looked over your shoulder with half lidded eyes and a seductive look on your face. Oh! And no bra, just a little tasteful peek of side boob. It was your favorite of the set.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” you coo, still chuckling to yourself, “I’m in the middle of a lab. I can’t be there.”

He whines into the speaker, a high pitched whine like it physically hurt him to hear you say that. You feel your cheeks heat up at the sound. “Fine, I can meet you at the bathrooms in your building,” he tries to compromise.

“Jaehyun, no, I’ll be back at the frat house after my class. Just watch some cute vlogs and I’ll deal with you when I get there,” you reply.

“Jesus, woman! Do you hate me?! You can’t leave me hanging with blue balls, it’s my birthday!”

“I’ve spoiled you rotten,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You’re coming?” He asks and you can hear the hope in his voice.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Yes! Thank you, Sweetheart. You’re the best, sexiest, most wonderful, beautiful, loving, awesome, phenomenal, great girlfriend a guy could ever hope for. This dicking down, is for you sweet girl,” he happily laughs into the phone.

“Let me get my stuff and I’ll be there soon.”

“Actually,” Jaehyun starts, “I’ll be patient. Go get that set from the pictures and then come to the house. I love you.”

You sigh, “I love you too. Happy birthday, baby.”

[mistyresolve]

| Valentines Day - Simon “Ghost” Riley X Reader

Word Count - 1.7K

Summary - What a valentines with Simon might look like.

Tags/Warnings - Established relations, Mentions of the narsty and some heavy petting, interrupted

A/N - welp...it was supposed to be a valentines post but uhhh...I got busy

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You and Simon had a routine for the mornings. There was an unspoken agreement that the first person to get out of bed was to make breakfast. Since you were both early risers, it was usually a 50/50 chance that you’d be the one making breakfast. Although, you liked it more when Simon cooked. He would die if you told the rest of the 141, but he was a good cook. It was never anything fancy or over the top, but everything he made was delicious. His go-to was the regular bacon, eggs, and toast. He made your eggs just how you liked them—Crispy around the edges and the yolk runny enough to dip your toast into it.    

The clock on your bedside table read 07:17. It was later than you usually woke up, but you and Simon were up late the night before. An “early Valentine's gift,” he had said, before he took you into the bedroom and worshiped your body. Made you a quivering mess beneath him.  

Looking at his sleeping form, you could tell he put his all into it. Into you. 

You couldn’t help the soft smile from your mouth as you brushed his hair back from his face. It was the longest you’d ever seen it, curling at the tips of his ears and furling down his neck. There was no real reason for him to follow the mandatory military cut since no one ever saw it. Although, he claimed he preferred it short because it was more comfortable underneath the mask. 

He looked so calm when he was asleep. Younger even. The worries and stresses that drew lines between his brows didn’t follow him into sleep. Not tonight, anyway. However, no amount of rest would ever be able to erase the dark shadows under his eyes, a permanent mark of exhaustion.        

You slid out from his embrace with utmost care to not stir him awake. He huffed a sigh and shoved his now-empty hand underneath the pillow, subconsciously searching for a new source of warmth, but he didn't wake. You tip-toed into the ensuite, clicking the door shut behind you to quiet the noises of you getting ready for the day. You had a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night, albeit reluctantly. 

By the time you entered the room again, Simon was sitting over the edge of the bed. Still half asleep and only managing to keep one eye open. He must have opened the curtains at some point because the room was now basking in the morning light. The sunlight climbed up the bed and warmed the sheets. 

“Good morning,” you said as you made your way to stand in front of him. He immediately reached out for you, pulling you between his legs and letting his face rest on your chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and cradled his head into you. With nimble fingers, you combed into his hair. He breathed deeply, groaning, inhaling your fresh, clean scent. 

You stayed like that for a while. Long enough to think he fell back asleep like this, with his arms wrapped around you. You scratched playfully at his scalp to get his attention, “What are you wanting for breakfast?”   

He looked up at you with bleary eyes and shook his head, “I’ll cook this morning. It’s valentines.”      

You leaned back to get a better look at him. “I got up first, and you’ve already given me my gift.”

“Mhm,” he straightened and came to life at the hint of a dispute, “That wasn’t all I was intending to give you.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m serious–” 

He stood and put a hand over your mouth to keep you from arguing further, “I’m serious.”

You pulled your head from his grasp. “Okay,” you said, searching for a compromise he would accept. “What if you make the food and I make the coffee?” 

He played with the still-wet strands of your hair, twirling it around his finger and letting it fall into a curl, “Hmm, sure.” 

You padded after him into the kitchen, oogling his bare, muscled back all the way. Noting the symmetrical red lines that were etched into his back. Something akin to pride burned in your chest, and you bit your lip to keep a smile from spreading across your face. 

You press a single button on the coffee machine and let it run. Then, you sit at the island and watch as Simon starts breakfast. 

He moved with the same grace he did with everything. Every move was thoughtful and calculated, even for something as simple as cracking an egg. 

A devious idea popped into your head. You weren’t that hungry for food.       

“I love it when you moan,” you sighed, pretending the statement was innocent. 

He froze at the stove before spinning on a heel to look at you. His eyes were wide with shock and confusion, “Pardon me?” he said incredulously. 

“You know when my legs are wrapped around your waist, and you're pounding into me,” you slid off the chair and walked around the island, his dark eyes following you, “When you say the dirtiest thing to me, and I tighten around you.”

His graze flashed from you to the stove, then back to you, and narrowed, “What are you doing?”

You took a step forward, locked your fingers behind your back, and pushed your chest up towards him. “I can stop,” you said, tilting your head up to him. He was so tall, and you loved it. If you could climb this man like a tree, you would. 

You could practically see his resolve disintegrating, and he fought to keep his eyes drifting from yours. 

With fingers chilled from the morning air, you slid them up this barren skin. The corded muscle of his abs tightened under your touch, and he tried to cover up his surprise with a chuckle. Only it came out more nervous than he had intended it to. 

He responded to your advances with an enthusiasm that knocked your breath from your lungs. He had his fingers wrapped around the back of your knees, making a noise to signal you to jump up. He gracefully placed you on the island and nestled his hips between yours. With an experimental roll of your hips, you felt his arousal.  

His mouth slanted over yours, and he pulled the hair at the base of your neck to maneuver your head how he needed to. He nipped at your bottom lip before working his way down your neck. You sighed in bliss at the feel of him.   

Behind him, a familiar smell of char wafted from the pan. You were so engrossed in each other that you missed the first few signs of burning food. At the same time, you looked over his shoulder as flames from the propane stove started to lick up the side of the pan. 

Faster than you’d ever seen him move, he was flicking on the fan above the stove and pulling the pan from the heat. You were jumping off the counter and rushing to open the patio door for him. Without a doubt, you were going to brag to everyone who would listen, the scary calm demeanour with which he placed the pan on the concrete stairs.  

He straightened and stared down at the pan. His face was unreadable, and his hands resting on his waist was a comedic scene. He was still shirtless, and his shorts sat low enough on his hips that you could see the waistband of his briefs underneath. 

“Baby,” you said slowly, trying to hide the humour. You walk to stand in front of him and obscure the view on the pan.  “It’s okay. I didn’t really want eggs anyway.”  

The pan had followed you and been by your side throughout your college days. It had been the only pan you had for years after. A go-to. It made perfectly crispy chicken and the most incredible sauces. 

“It’s okay,” you patted his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to one of the myriad scars that scattered across his skin. “We’ve got leftovers." You couldn’t help but smile at him. 

As you reach the fridge, the tips of his ears turn bright red—a telltale sign of embarrassment, rare as it is. You pause, your suspicions rising at his reaction. “What?” 

He just shook his head and pursed his mouth, gesturing with his hand for you to open the fridge. 

Confused, you slowly opened the door, the light from inside flipping on. 

A bouquet. A very large bouquet that took up half of the bottom shelf. You noticed he must have had to shift the shelves above it to fit it in there without damaging any stems or petals. It was a breathtaking arrangement of white and light purple flowers and an assortment of greenery.

”Simon,” you whispered in awe, reaching for the vase.

”I-uhh,” he shifted uncomfortably on his feet, “Yesterday was the only time I could pick it up. But I wanted to have something to give you today, so the florist told me to find a fridge to put them in to keep them as fresh as possible. I was going to give them to you after breakfast was done. " He jerked his chin to the patio. Well, it is done. I done it to death, actually.” 

You set them out on the island, and the sun crawling across the marble made the colours pop. You clamped your mouth shut, realizing you were gapping. You had never received such a large bouquet before. Spinning the vase to fully examine the flowers, you found the card nestled into the greenery.  

A little card, and all he had written on it was ‘Simon’

Not ‘Love, Simon’ or ‘Happy Valentin’s’. 

Just ‘Simon’

You turned back to him and grabbed his face before diving in for one last kiss, “My god, I love you.” 

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A/N - Happy late valentines

[toasttt11]

surprises

summary: expecting to be alone on valentines days not knowing there was a surprise or rather surprises for her

will smith x reader x macklin celebrini

She let out a long sigh rubbing her face as she unlocked her apartment door, she just spent her normally free Friday in the library all day on Valentine’s days because her boyfriends were out of town. She would love a hug from her boyfriends right now.

If you told her a few months ago she would meet two boys who play hockey for the sharks and are best friends and now they are her boyfriends, she would have thought you were crazy.

She ran into them for the first time at the golf course and she noticed immediately they both were flirting with her so she assumed they were competing with each other not realizing they were trying to get her together.

She jumped putting a hand to her heart catching her breath when Macklin just popped in front of her, “Mack!” She exclaimed just getting the life scared out of her.

“Oops.” Macklin sheepishly grinned and i’m stepped forward pulling her into a tight hug and happily nuzzling his face in her neck sighing happily.

“You’re both supposed to be in Arizona.” She looked confused seeing Macklin and knew Will is somewhere in her apartment but she wrapped her arms around Macklin.

“I missed you.” Macklin pouted hiding his face in her neck pressing soft kisses.

“Missed you too.” She softly mumbled back and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Will walked into the entrance way seeing them hugging and smiled fondly, “Happy Valentine’s Day sweet girl.” Will gently cooed as he pulled her into a hug just wrapping his arms around Macklin too and letting Macklin stay on her side and keep hugging her.

She hummed softly one arm around Macklin and one around Will and rested her head on Will’s chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Macklin mumbled softly.

“We have surprises for you.” Will said as he let go of her but kept an arm around her waist as Macklin reluctantly let go of her but kept holding her hand as they walked into her apartment.

There were rose pedals scattered, multiple flower bouquets across the living and dining room and kitchen, balloons and candles.

“We may have been told to look at Pinterest.” Will sheepishly told his girlfriend, Macklin and Will got help from Will’s sister.

“It’s perfect.” She smiled pressing a kiss to both of theirs cheeks, she didn’t need or expect anything and they were more than enough for Valentine’s Day.

“I made dinner and made sure Mack was nowhere near the kitchen.” Will teased as he told their girlfriend. Macklin grumbled reaching over and smacking Will softly.

“Go get comfy and we can eat.” Will playfully shooed her off and grabbed the back of Macklin’s shirt knowing if he let Macklin follow when she got dressed they would not end up eating dinner while it was still hot.

Macklin and Will plates three plates and bright drinks to the couch and left a small space in between them on the couch for her.

She came out a few minutes later in Will’s Shark sweatpants and Macklin’s Shark t-shirt and padded over getting comfortable in between the two.

Will clicked on their favorite TV show they always watch all three of them together and she took her first bite of food and made a happy sound, “It’s amazing.” She pressed a kiss to Wills cheek in thanks and then Macklin too knowing Macklin would pout if he didn’t get a kiss.

They all ate their foods and left the empty pates on the coffee teacher and all three of them settled even more on the cochin getting more comfortable.

She know had her legs draped over Will’s lap and Macklin was fully laying on top of her getting his hair played with.

Will pressed a kiss to the top of her head and leaned over pressing a kiss to Macklin’s head making Macklin smile happily.

It was the perfect Valentine’s Day for the three of them.

[marauder-misprint]

A Sirius Person

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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

1.8k words

cw: fluff

The last day before Christmas break flew by. You’re glad that you weren’t the only student unable to pay attention to reviews that the professors were attempting to cover. You officially have a boyfriend, and no one knew about it. At least, as far as you are aware. Although, with the amount of times you caught James, Remus and Peter glancing in your direction, you feel it’s safe to assume that Sirius told them. 

As excited about it as you are, you don't know how to tell your friends. You tell yourself that Dorcas should be the first to know and then Regulus, and then it wouldn’t matter who heard from who. You know you have to tell them before you leave for break. You owe it to them. They are part of the reason you ever gave Sirius a chance. 

You decide you’ll tell them at dinner. That way they’ll have some time to process before you disappear for two weeks. 

You’re walking with Dorcas to the Great Hall and reach out for her arm.

“What?” she asks snappishly. She’s hungry, you can’t blame her.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you say.

The two of you step off the side so you aren’t blocking the way for other hangry students. 

“Well?” 

“I’m dating… someone.” Fuck. You chickened out at the last second.

Dorcas’ hands jump to cup your face and she’s suddenly in your space.

“Please tell me it’s Sirius Black. Please, please, please - I need Potter to owe me five galleons!” 

Your eyes go wide. “You were betting on if we’d get together?” 

“If and when, baby,” she says with a growing smile, sensing that she was right. “Remus didn’t think it was ever going to happen, Peter said after Hogwarts and James said in the spring. Lily and Mary were holding out for next year. Marls is convinced you’ve been dating since that first date.”

Laughter escapes you and Dorcas removes her hands from your face triumphantly. 

“So do they all owe you money or just James? Because, ah, you’re right.”

“I’m going to be rich!” she hisses in your ear before darting into the Great Hall in the direction of the Gryffindor table. 

You watch her go to collect her winnings and thump Sirius on the back. You’re about to head towards the Slytherin table when a voice stops you.

“What’s that about?”

Regulus. 

“Ah, just the guy I was looking for! I have something to tell you.” 

He walks up to your side with his hands clasped behind him.

“If it’s about Meadowes’ bet with the Gryffindors, I’m already aware. She even offered me a chance to join.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be fair,” he sighs as he starts to walk into the hall and you match his stride. “I’m too close with both parties. I have too much sway.”

“And Dorcas isn’t close enough with both of us?” 

“Friends with both, yes. But I think we both know that if I firmly told Sirius to stand down, he would. And you, well, at first I thought you’d be easier to convince to drop him but now, I… don’t… know…” His words slow as he finally notices the golden shimmer in Dorcas’ hands across the hall. “Bloody hell, is she collecting winnings?” He turns to face you more fully before you can sit down. “Is Meadowes collecting winnings?” 

You chuckle awkwardly. “That’s what I need to tell you.”

“It’s official?” 

“It’s official, Reg.” 

You wait for a change in his expression. A flash, glimmer or twitch or anything. Nothing. Regulu has firm control over his emotions. He takes his seat at the table and you do as well.

“How long has it been?”

“Um, yesterday,” you say semi-nervously. Was he going to chew you out for waiting a day to tell him?

“Damn, so Dorcas wins either way,” he mutters as he piles food onto his plate. 

“What?” You’re not sure if you heard him correctly. 

“The bet. If I joined, I would’ve had my money on after the date but you kept it quiet. And depending on how much later we were allowed to alter the bets, I would’ve changed it to as soon as he found you after that party.”

“Huh…” 

You sit with your thoughts for a few minutes. Dorcas joins the Slytherin table and the conversations around you. Her pockets jingle every time she reaches over the table. Then something that hadn’t occurred to you before does. 

“Regulus, does this change anything between us?” you ask cautiously.

“It means you can’t be my date to Slughorn’s parties anymore, if that’s what you mean. One of you will have to join.” 

You laugh and give his shoulder a light shove.

“Not what I mean, but I think that answers it all the same.” 

---

As you pack your things, you double and triple check that you have the quill set that Sirius bought for you. You would never hear the end of it from him if you wrote to him over break with a different quill. Sure, you could technically lie to him and tell him you did when you really didn’t, but it wouldn’t feel right to start the relationship off with a lie. Especially one that, if this lasted, would make a great story one day. 

When the last of your things are packed away, you make your way to breakfast. Instead of going to the Slytherin table, you go to the Gryffindor table and plop down next to Sirius.

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise!” Sirius says, unable to contain his joy at your decision. 

“Figured I should spend some time with you before I don’t see you for two weeks,” you reply teasingly. 

You reach for a mug and the bowl of sugar. You get an uneasy feeling in your stomach from the feeling of the four boys’ eyes on you. 

“This… is okay that I’m sitting here, yeah?” you ask as uncertainty and insecurity course through your body. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” James answers, matching his grin to Sirius’. “I mean, I would’ve preferred you waited until after the break to make things official, but, erm, what’s it muggles say? … Shit happens?”

You burst out laughing as does everyone around you.

“I think that phrase is universal, Prongs,” Peter wheezes. 

James hums and ponders what the muggle-specific phrase he’s thinking of is.

“C’est la vie? Viva la vida? It is what it is? Shit outta luck? Bollocks?” 

With each phrase, the laughter grew stronger.

“Give it up,” Remus says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe leave the muggle phrases to those who actually know them.” 

James sighs but stops spewing possible phrases. It’s obvious that he’s frustrated that he didn’t find the one he was looking for. The conversation changes back to what you assume was being talked about before you sat down: the excitement of break. The boys seem to have solid plans about getting together already. James and Sirius are far more excited about going home to the Potters than Remus and Peter do about going to their families. It’s a little odd to you that none of them are asking you about your plans, but it’s your first time sitting with them outside of Gryffindor Tower so you don’t mind all that much. It probably didn’t help that the girls who you usually sat with in their common room were a few seats down, having their own conversation. 

It does start to get on your nerves as the conversation drifts to new topics and no question or comment is ever directed at you, except for ones from Sirius. You know it will take time for his friends to feel fully comfortable around you, but you’d appreciate it if you felt more included. At least you feel noticed by Sirius. When everyone gets up to head to the train station in Hogsmeade, he walks with you a little bit behind the group.

“They’ll warm up to you,” he assures you without needing you to say anything first. “They just have to realize that you’re not going anywhere.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his pack of cigarettes and offers you one. You give him a smile as you take one and he lights it for you. Then he takes one for himself. A comfortable silence falls between you. You can’t quite hear the conversation from his friends in front of you, but every few steps, laughter echoes around them. A small part of you wonders if Sirius wishes he were with them, laughing and being a part of their conversation, but then you look at him. He is already looking at you with a content smile on his face, and your worries dissipates. 

As you get closer to Hogsmeade, Sirius breaks the silence between you. “So, you know how you’re an animal person?” 

You give him a fond yet annoyed look before you take another drag on your cigarette. 

“Are you still on this dog person thing? I think we’ve established that you fall into that category.”

“That I’m a dog or you like me?” he says with a grin. 

You roll your eyes, hoping that he’ll get the point. Both.

“Okay, okay. I just need to know. Actually… I want to hear you say it because… reasons.” He clears his throat. “Would you say that you’re a Sirius person?”

You cock your head. That wasn’t at all what you were expecting. “A serious person? I mean, I guess I focus on my studies and think some of your pranks are too much, but-”

“No, no, love,” Sirius interrupts you. “A Sirius person,” he repeats, gesturing to himself this time. 

“Oh!” you choke out a laugh. “I suppose I would consider myself a Sirius person now.”

“Oi! Prongs! Moony! Wormtail!” he yells, getting them to turn around. “Did you hear her? She said it!” 

He pumps his fist in the air, making you laugh harder. Then he turns back to you.

“You’ll join us in our compartment? I want to spend as much time with you as I can. And it will help them warm up to you. You’ll just have to put up with their bullshit for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Just let me find Dorcas and them first,” you say with a smile. 

Sirius reaches to give your hand a squeeze before you disappear into the crowd at Hogsmeade Station. His smile remains as he loses sight of you. He couldn’t be happier. He had successfully converted you into a Sirius person. You loved Padfoot. You were his girlfriend. And to top it all off, he was going home to a family that actually loved him. A family that would lovingly tease him endlessly when he got excited for each one of your letters when they arrived. A family that would drive him into the city to meet up with you if he asked. And he would. 

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the end ♡ If inspiration strikes, I may write random blurbs for this Sirius x reader. Like, I could see me writing some of their letter exchanges, a date over break, Reader finding out that Sirius is Padfoot, etc. BUT, any of that won't be for a while. Again, my deepest thanks to everyone who's liked, reblogged, commented, asked to be tagged, asked for updates - you make writing worth it

[heliosunny]

umm I've seen you write for female readers or gender neutral readers, can you write for male readers? oh and the pairing characters can be any male hsr characters, it is up to you to take this request or no. thank you in advance and sorry for grammatical error.

My English is pretty bad so there's no worry about making grammatical mistakes. There are days when I couldn't even understand what I'm writing :))).

Yandere!Sunday x Male!Reader

You barely remembered the day you saved him. It had been a stupid, reckless thing. You were just a kid, a street rat who had no business being anywhere near the estate of that wealthy family. But that day, you happened to be there, watching from a distance as their young heir ran carelessly through the estate gardens. His greyish-blue hair shimmered under the sunlight as he played, too close to the edge of the crumbling ledge near the stone wall.

One wrong step and then he was falling.

By some miracle, you managed to grab him before he hit the jagged rocks below. The impact knocked the air from your lungs as you hit the ground, shielding him with your own body. When you looked down, golden eyes stared back at you, shining with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Are you okay?” you asked, brushing dirt from his face.

“You... saved me.”

And that was the end of it, or so you thought.

Years passed, and you totally forgot about the boy. You had bigger problems—like surviving. Your family was drowning in debt, struggling to put food on the table.

And then one day, your parents sat you down.

“There’s… been an offer” your father said slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe the words himself. “The Oak family is willing to take you in.”

“They bought me” you whispered.

Your mother flinched, your father looked away. “It’s better than starving” he muttered.

It didn’t feel better. It felt like being sold.

But you had no choice.

The Oak estate was even more beautiful than you remembered—gilded halls, endless gardens, silk and gold draped over everything. And waiting for you at the entrance was a young man, grey-blue hair longer now, golden eyes gleaming, smiling like he had been waiting for you forever.

“You came.” Sunday said, voice warm, welcoming. Like an old friend.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

His smile only widened.

“I know.”

You weren’t given a grand bedroom or fine clothes like the young master of the house. Instead, you were given a simple uniform, a small servant’s quarters, and a never-ending list of tasks.

Scrub the floors. Dust the shelves. Wash the fine porcelain dishes that cost more than your life.

At first, it wasn’t terrible. Hard work was nothing new to you, and unlike your parents, the other staff treated you like one of their own. The head maid, an older woman- Madame Lin, was kind enough to give you extra food whenever she could. The butler, an intimidating but fair man named Shen, took you under his wing, teaching you how to navigate the estate’s endless halls.

It was through them that you learned the truth.

“You’re different from the other servants” Shen had said one evening as you polished the silverware.

“How?”

Madame Lin glanced around, as if making sure no one was listening, before whispering, “You were chosen, young man...”

The words sent a chill down your spine.

And as the days passed, you began to understand.

Sunday never treated you like the other servants.

He watched you.

Whenever you worked in the halls, you felt his golden eyes lingering. Whenever you spoke to Madame Lin or Shen, you sensed a presence just out of sight. And whenever you laughed, feeling some small sense of normalcy in this unfamiliar place.

Then, the accidents started happening.

A loose rug at the top of the staircase nearly sent Shen tumbling to his death. A cup of tea meant for Madame Lin suddenly shattered, its sharp fragments narrowly missing her face. Small things at first—easily dismissed, easily ignored. But then one day, you found the maid who had been particularly kind to you gone.

“You shouldn’t get too attached” Sunday murmured, voice as soft as silk. “They don’t belong to you.”

You clenched your fists. “And I do?”

Sunday’s golden eyes gleamed.

“Yes.”

For once, the estate was quiet.

No servants whispering. No distant laughter from the social gatherings Sunday’s family often held. Just silence, heavy and suffocating, as you stood outside his bedroom door.

You hadn’t meant to come here.

But when you saw him earlier that evening—standing before his father in the grand hall, his hair disheveled, eyes lowered in uncharacteristic submission—you couldn’t stop yourself from watching.

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed his father’s cold discipline, nor would it be the last. But something about tonight felt different.

Sunday did not argue.

He simply stood there, letting every word, every sharp reprimand hit him with the weight of something you couldn’t understand. And now, here you were, at his door, with a small medical kit in your hands.

You knocked.

You were about to turn away when the door creaked open.

Neither of you spoke. Then, after a long pause, Sunday simply turned and walked back into his room, leaving the door open behind him.

You hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside.

The room was grand, as expected, soft golden light, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. But Sunday himself looked… out of place in it.

He sat on the edge of his bed, coat discarded, the loose collar of his silk shirt slipping just enough to reveal the bruises blooming along his shoulder.

You sighed, stepping forward. “Let me see.”

Sunday tilted his head, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you worried about me?”

You ignored him, reaching for his sleeve. He didn’t resist as you rolled it up, exposing more of the harsh red marks left by his father��s cane. You had seen injuries like these before, on fellow servants, on yourself. But on Sunday… It felt wrong.

Wordlessly, you began treating the wounds, dabbing at the bruises with a damp cloth. Sunday remained still, unnervingly quiet as he watched you.

“…No one has ever done this for me before” he murmured.

You glanced up at him but didn’t reply. You just continued, methodically tending to the injuries until the tension in his body seemed to ease.

By the time you finished, exhaustion weighed on your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.

As you moved to stand, a hand caught your wrist.

“…Stay.”

“…Just this once.” His voice was barely a whisper.

And for some reason, maybe because you were tired, maybe because you had finally let your guard down—you didn’t fight him.

You allowed him to pull you onto the bed, his arms curling around you, holding on as if afraid you would disappear.

The last thing you felt before sleep took you was the warmth of his breath against your neck and the quiet, content sigh that escaped him.

As if he had finally gotten what he wanted.

The moment you woke up, you knew something was wrong.

The warmth that had surrounded you last night was gone.

Sunday was gone.

For a brief, foolish moment, you thought maybe everything would return to normal. Maybe he had let you go. Maybe this was just one of his fleeting moments of vulnerability, something neither of you would acknowledge again.

Then, you stepped into the hallway.

The usual morning bustle—maids preparing breakfast, the distant chatter of servants was absent. Instead, the halls felt empty, the air thick with something you couldn’t name.

And then you saw Shen.

The butler was kneeling, hands bound, head lowered in the grand hall. Behind him, several other servants stood frozen in place, their faces pale with fear. And at the center of it all, standing tall with golden eyes burning like embers, was Sunday.

“…What’s going on?” you asked.

Sunday turned to you slowly, “These people” he said, “thought it was acceptable to meddle where they shouldn’t.”

“What did they do?”

His gaze flickered to Shen.

“…They tried to take you away.”

Shen looked up then, his usually unshakable expression filled with urgency. “We were trying to help you—”

“Enough.” Sunday’s voice was sharp, and just like that, Shen fell silent.

This was your fault. You had grown too close to them. You had let your guard down. You had made them care about you, and now—

“Let them go” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady.

Sunday exhaled, his fingers twitching at his side. “Why should I?”

“Because they don’t deserve this.”

“…And what about me?”

Sunday took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “You never fight me like you used to” he murmured. “You let me hold you. You treated my wounds. You stayed.” His voice darkened. “And yet, the moment I look away, you’re trying to leave me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off.

“No more,” he whispered. “No more pretending.”

A strange, unnatural warmth curled around you, pressing against your skin. And then you saw it- a mark which was faint, glowing, curling along Sunday’s wrist. A sigil?

“You—”

He grabbed you.

His fingers cold against your skin, he then pulled you close, his forehead pressing against yours.

“It was always going to be you” he whispered. “From the moment you saved me. From the moment I saw you.”

Your body burned.

And then—you felt him.

Not just his touch, not just his warmth—but his thoughts. His emotions.

You gasped, trying to pull away, but it was too late.

The ritual had begun.

“You’re mine now.”

A burning, searing agony that started at the point where Sunday’s fingers gripped your wrist and spread like wildfire through your veins.

You choked on a gasp, but no sound came out. Your body convulsed, every muscle locking up as something unseen forced itself into your very being. It was inside you.

Not just the bond. Him.

Sunday exhaled against your skin, his breath warm, content, as he held you firm. “Shh… It’s all right” he whispered, “You’ll feel strange at first, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

Your mind wasn’t your own.

A rush of thoughts—not yours—flooded through your head. The weight of another’s emotions, overwhelming and consuming, pressing against your own like a second heartbeat. His joy. His relief. His intoxicating possessiveness wrapping around you like iron shackles. Your body trembled as your vision blurred, flickering between reality and something else.

And through it all, Sunday’s grip never loosened.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured.

You barely managed to lift your head. “What… did you do to me?”

“I bonded you to me.”

His words echoed inside your mind, louder than they should have, as if spoken directly into your thoughts.

Panic clawed at your chest. You tried to step back, tried to push him away, but your body didn’t move.

Or rather—it did, but not because you willed it to.

Your fingers twitched, lifted slightly. And then, before you could stop yourself—your own hand reached for Sunday.

You tried again—this time, to turn away. Your feet obeyed for a split second—then froze mid-step, like a puppet with its strings pulled taut.

Sunday had control.

Not just over your body—but over your very soul.

And he knew it.

“I told you, didn’t I?” he whispered, “You’re mine now.”

Your breathing came in shallow gasps. “Undo it.”

Sunday laughed.

“Why would I ever do that?”

His fingers trailed down your arm, slow and deliberate, as if testing his control. The moment he reached your wrist, your breath hitched—because you felt yourself responding. Not of your own will, but because he wanted you to.

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“I’m not making you do anything painful” Sunday mused, watching the way your own hands obeyed his silent commands, gripping him as if desperate for his touch. “I just want to see how much control I have.”

“I wonder… if I asked you to kneel—”

“No.”

Your body tensed.

Not from fear. From resistance.

It took every ounce of strength, every shred of defiance left in you, but somehow you fought it.

The pressure tightened around you, invisible threads pulling, commanding—but you didn’t move.

Sunday’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“…Interesting.”

For the first time, he actually looked surprised.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Go on, then. Keep resisting.”

His hand curled around yours, tightening your grip against his skin.

“Let’s see how long you last.”

Your body trembled.

You could still fight. You had to fight.

Even as Sunday’s presence pressed against your mind, smothering and all-consuming, even as the invisible strings of the bond tightened around your limbs—you clung to the last sliver of control you had left.

“I thought you’d break faster.”

You gritted your teeth.

Don’t listen to him. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

But Sunday wasn’t patient.

And he wasn’t going to let you win.

Your knees buckled. Your body lurched forward, moving before your mind could catch up. A violent, unseen force wrenched you downward—forcing you onto your knees before him.

Your hands shot out—not to push him away, but to steady yourself against his legs. A servant’s position. A supplicant’s position.

A pet’s position.

Heat flushed through your body—not from desire, but from pure, humiliated rage.

But Sunday only looked delighted.

His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his. His touch was gentle, reverent—mocking.

“Look at you” he murmured. “You said you wouldn’t kneel.”

You tried to move, to shove his hand away, to force yourself back up—but your body wouldn’t obey.

“You can fight all you want. You can struggle. But it doesn’t change anything.”

“I don’t belong to you!”

Sunday tilted his head. “Don’t you?”

And then, the final test.

“Say it.”

The bond flared, a command—not spoken, not forced with physical strength, but something far worse.

It was inside you. A thread wrapping around your mind, tugging, pulling—urging your mouth to form the words.

Your lips parted.

Your throat tightened. The words sat there, struggling to spill out.

“I… I belong to…”

You bit down hard, desperate to stop the words from spilling out, desperate to cling to the last shred of control you had left. But Sunday only sighed, tilting his head as he watched you tremble beneath him.

“You’re hurting yourself” he said, “What a foolish thing to do.”

The bond pulsed between you, wrapping tighter, commanding you to speak, to surrender.

Sunday’s fingers brushed against your lips. His thumb ran along the blood smeared against your lower lip, slow and deliberate.

Then—he licked it off. Your breath hitched, your body going rigid as his tongue flicked against his thumb, tasting the blood you had drawn from yourself.

His eyes flicked back to yours.

And then, before you could jerk away, Sunday kissed you.

A sharp gasp escaped your throat, but he didn’t let you pull away. His hand slid behind your neck, forcing you to feel him. The warmth of his lips. The possessiveness of his touch. The way he sighed against you, pleased, as if he had been waiting for this.

Your mind screamed at you to fight.

But your body betrayed you.

Not just through the bond, not just through the control he had over your limbs—but through the kiss itself.

The moment his lips moved against yours, the bond pulled.

You felt his satisfaction, his relief, the way his obsession curled around your soul.

Your grip on reality blurred. Your body stopped resisting.

And when Sunday finally pulled away, his lips barely a breath from yours, you knew it was over.

Because you were leaning into him.

Because you wanted more.

“There we go” he whispered, pressing another kiss—this time, soft, lingering—against your bruised lips.

And this time, you didn’t fight it.

This time, you let him.

Because the bond had already won.

Because he had already won.

[jessicafangirl]

An Arrow To The Heart

Oh I made it before Valentines Day! Whoo hoo here's the nearly 15K word monster I birthed. This started as a ficlit idea that just became this. Copia is a wordy bitch when he's doing the deed. And I love writing for him.

I also love dark Copia and him being just super protective and a touch evil...but evil in a good way. I hope you like this. I went smutty. There's smut. There's some Special Ghoul Phil. There's a dark ending. It's super self indulgent and I don't care. He's my comfort boo.

This is you and Copia. You who haven't joined the church but have fallen in love with your friend who is now Frater. You've become head of the Ghost Projects PR Department and there's some siblings that like to spread rumors you got the job because you are banging the boss and they don't like you. BOYYY does Copia not like this. So yeah...enjoy this Valentines Day Frater fest.

You can also read it here on AO3. Please share if you like it. Let me know if you like it. Let me know if this made your V day (HE'S COMING) brighter. Viva Ghost.

It wasn’t just the week, it had been an entire month, almost two of non-stop disappointments and feeling like nothing was going to work. You felt yourself drowning in work, in expectations you had created for yourself, and you were never going to meet them.

At one point the flu had decided to attach itself to you and you had barricaded yourself away from everyone working through it remotely with a 101.00 fever. Copia had nearly broken your door down when he’d discovered this, already angry about being denied the opportunity to take care of you. But you weren’t going to let him get sick too. As it was, a Facetime call that was filled with glaring, darkened eyes and a loud Italian voice saying, “YOU TURN OFF THAT CAZZO OF A MACHINE AND GO TO BED!” made you do just that. The Frater had then had a number of Ghouls show up with medicine and food that you ate some of until you were recovered.

After the flu incident Copia was still angry at you but he’d just have to deal. He wasn’t the one having to prove themselves to every other person at the Ministry and the Ghost Project. Not being a member of the church but working for it AND dating the head of the church put more pressure on you than the lowest level of the ocean, the parts with those creepy fish with the teeth and glowing eyes. Everyone doubted you had what it took to handle the PR for the project, to get more eyes and ears on things, including the new guy. It was a massively important time and….you didn’t know if you had it in you. And you damn well knew that Sister Phyllis and the other siblings whose glares followed you as you walked down hallways on phone calls or glanced into your open office door actually knew you didn’t have it in you.

The only one who seemed confident you did was Copia. And he just was too soft hearted to admit it, you knew. Everything was so new between you and Frater Imperator Emeritus that he would never admit you weren’t worthy of your position or him. Your relationship had become more than friends after the death of his mother and his ascension…you’d been there when he needed you because Copia had always been there when you needed him. And when it had become public knowledge the already tenuous acceptance you had with the siblings and others of the church turned completely to something else.

Copia didn’t know this or hadn’t heard of it, at least not from you. You weren’t going to have him go storming off to protect your honor. You would do your job well and earn your place, you wouldn’t let him down. He had enough to deal with. So it was you and Phil and the other Ghouls you had to help you became a team.

The beginning of the new Papa’s tour was going to be the death of you, and you knew it. But by god you would make this work before you rattled out your last breath. 14 hour days of prep, of planning, booking interviews for not only Papa V but Copia too. The stress was a living thing but at least the Ghouls could go for days without sleep…even if you couldn’t. Sadly that become evident on your 60th hour of being awake when Phil saw you nearly fall out of your chair. He called your name and then came running over as he saw you blinking tiredly around out of it. On your computer screen was a half-finished email to Metal Edge setting up some photo shoots. Phil’s gloved hand grabbed your shoulder. “Hey, hey are you ok?” He asked.

You rubbed your eyes, glancing at the clock and seeing that it was nearly time for your next meeting with marketing. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine Phil…sorry just sort of dazed out there.” Beneath his mask, Phil’s nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. The scent of exhaustion surrounded you, burning embers and wilting flowers. You were barely hanging on and he knew it. He’d been watching it unfold. He knew why you were pushing yourself this much and it pissed him off. Not anger at you, but the siblings. Phil liked you. You were loyal to Copia and that meant you were loyal to Copia’s Ghouls. Copia loved you like a lunatic which meant his Ghouls felt that same dedication….though sadly for some of them not with the benefits.

Copia was a lucky Frater.

But this was concerning. He’d not witnessed you nearly falling into the floor before. He was going to have to narc, and he hated that…but he knew you were too thick headed to listen to him. So he’d have to get Copia to get involved. He seemed to be able to get you to listen if the flu incident was any indication.

Sister Constance arrived just as you were leaving for your meeting. The older woman gave you a smile which was rare. “I just wanted to let you know that the art you approved has started being printed on the merchandise.” Constance said. “And I have to commend you for the choices and the colors. It looks brilliant.”

You nearly ran into the door jam. “Oh…thank you!” You were flustered, not used to hearing praise from any of the siblings. You’d never had a problem with Constance though…you’d just never had much time other than design meetings to speak with her. “The artist is one of my favorites and she’s just got an eye for the Ghost style.”

Constance nodded, her habit falling gracefully over her shoulders. “Well, good job and good eye. Satan bless you.”

You gave her an awkward smile as you hurried to the meeting room. At your departure Constance turned to Phil who was working at his desk. “She looks like she’s made of ash and has Frater’s eye make-up…but that’s just her skin.” She said to him.

Phil let out a sigh. “I know…it’s getting worse.”

The sister sat down opposite him. “She can’t keep this pace.”

The Ghoul reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a half full bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He filled them each with a shot, handing one to Constance. “I’m going to talk to Frater. He’s not going to be happy, but something has to be done.”

Constance drank down the shot in one go, barely wincing. “Phyllis is a bitch. She’ll keep her running until she falls over.”

Phil lifted his mask enough that his grey tinted lips were visible and drank his own shot. He hissed at the mention of Phyllis. “I really want an accident to happen to that one.”

Constance raised her eyebrows. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Phil stood, putting away the bottle. “Don’t tempt me.” He said.

“That’s part of my job, isn’t it?” Constance laughed.

The Ghoul took hold of her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “I’m too old for you gorgeous.” He said, his tail wrapping around her lined neck in a light embrace. “Pray to Satan I make it through the melt down he’s going to have when I tell him about this.” He said as he let go of her hand and brought his tail into line.

Copia’s new office was larger and on the same floor as his new apartments, which were also larger. Being Frater had benefits. Phil stopped at the office’s carved wooden door with the shiny new plaque stating “Office Of Frater Imperator” next to it…in case the large, ornate Grucifix that had been chiseled into the dark wood along with the Latin phrasing “Father of Darkness, Leader of the Faithful” wasn’t enough.

Phil took a deep breath and then hit the button that buzzed letting Copia know someone was coming in.

“Hellooo?” His muffled voice called out.

Phil took that as his okay to enter and pushed open the door. Copia was seated at the large desk in front of his computer. His black suit was pristine, the jacket hanging on the coat stand. His black rhinestone collar was removed and setting on the desk next to the remains of two juice boxes and a half eaten cheeseburger. You could upscale the title, but Copia would always be Copia.

Copia finished typing up a response to one of the other abbeys regarding a visit in the next few months and turned to see Phil standing patiently, his hands behind his back. “Ah! Phil! What can I do for you?”

Copia’s mismatched eyes held a bit of concern in them the Ghoul noticed. He didn’t come here often so he knew Copia would realize something had to be up. “Frater, I feel I need to speak to you regarding some things, may I sit?”

Copia’s brow narrowed. Okay, something was definitely up. He tried to remember if you’d mentioned anything in the last few days that might have spurred this visit. And then Copia realized…he hadn’t really seen you in the last few days more than a couple of minutes. That hurt suddenly. He’d been so busy he’d not thought about the fact that he’d been neglecting his amore. What a horrible moment to have that realization.

“Of course, si si. Mi dispacia I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to visit the publicity team in the last few days. But you all do such a good job eh? I don’t feel like you need me as they say…micro managing.” Copia quickly cleared away his now very cold lunch to try and be a little more proper.

Phil nodded. He really did like Copia, strange quirks and all. He sat down, “That’s alright Frater. What I need to discuss is a little more personal in nature though.”

Copia paused, his heart thudding in his throat. Was this it? Was this when he would find out his cara was leaving him for a Ghoul or just leaving in general because he was a horrible excuse for a paramour? Was it Phil? Satanus….was it Phil?

“Oh…eh…okay…please go on.” Copia turned, giving his full attention to the silver masked Ghoul. Under his desk his gloved hands were gripping each other in a death grip. He didn’t know what he’d do if Phil said “We’re in love Frater. She’s mine and she says I’m three times the man you are…and I’m not even a man.” Copia had never gone to blows with a Ghoul but…never say never.

Phil leaned back in his chair. The scent of paranoia was strong in the room now with an underly of jealousy. Copia had no idea what he was about to say. “Frater this is about…”

At the mention of your name the sound of the leather gloves fingers clenching harder could be heard. Copia’s heart started slamming in his chest. He was right…this was it….he was going to be left alone by…everyone.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Go…go on.” He managed to say.

Phil took a breath. The things he did for his faith…not that he had a choice, he was a summoned Ghoul…but even then there should be limits, right?

“Frater, she’s working very, very hard.” He said.

Copia felt a tiny bit of tension leave him. “Si, I know, she’s a very hard worker.”

“No Frater, I mean she’s working too hard. She’s working herself sick and well…I felt you needed to know the reason.” The Ghoul’s voice was kind, like he was talking to a child.

Confusion crossed Copia’s face. Working herself sick?? He flashed back to when you had walled yourself away, when he’d had to basically yell over a phone screen to stop and rest. He had expected that to be enough to get you back on a healthy mindset but…cazzo…he’d been so caught up in being head of the church and in his own head he hadn’t realized where yours was. But that last sentence…the reason?

“Phil, what are you saying? What is going on with her? What is the reason?” He asked, his voice taking a tone that not many had witnessed. Steady, steely.

The Ghoul laced his fingers together and prepared for the aftermath of what he was about to say. “She nearly fell off her chair today from exhaustion. I could smell it. She’s been awake for over 60 hours Frater.”

A look of horror crossed Copia’s face. “Satanus…what…”

Phil continued. “It’s the siblings Frater. It’s the way they treat her like an outsider and the jealousy. It drips off them like acid. Not all of them…but there are some that feel she’s got her position because she’s…well…you and her. She feels she has to prove herself. I’ve seen it and I’ve tried to get her to realize she doesn’t need to prove anything but you know…you know how she is. She won’t listen.” Copia hadn’t said anything so Phil decided to just keep going. “She also feels she needs to prove she’s good enough for you.”

Copia felt like he’d been slapped or stabbed with that last sentence. A sharp pain cutting through his heart. “Good enough…for me?” He said, latching onto the words.

“Yes…she…well…all of this has built up over the last few months. She knows what they are saying and it’s made her feel this way.” Phil shook his head, his tail whipping back and forth in anger. “I couldn’t stay silent anymore Frater. She’s my friend and she deserves to know she’s got nothing to prove.”

Copia’s mismatched eyes looked down into the polished wood of his desk. The green side darkening to a near black, the white so bright Phil thought for a moment it might blind him if he looked directly at it. His jaw was clenched tightly, his lips a thin line and his breathing was heavy.

When he spoke, his voice was not the usual lighthearted and joking tone many thought of when Copia was mentioned. No, this was heavy with a barely contained anger that was going to find a target very soon. “Il mio amore…feels she has to prove her worth to me…because of some petty bastardos who think she fucked her way into her job…who dare disrespect her…my girl…my love…they think they can do this and not suffer for it…”

The fury within him was so bright hot, so sudden that he couldn’t comprehend it. Phil actually felt a little afraid as he watched the emotions play out in the other man’s face.

“I’m…sorry Frater.” The Ghoul said, not knowing what else to say. “I just…she’s my friend and she deserves better. She needs a break honestly.”

Copia turned, glancing at Phil. A break. She needed a break. 60 hours….Satanus he was useless. How was he supposed to be head of the church when he didn’t even realize the woman he loved was drowning in despair? The person that was supposed to be closest to him and he hadn’t seen it.

The Frater sighed, unclenching his fists. He would deal with this in stages but the first was you. He needed to take care of you, he needed to love you, to show you just how much he loved you. “You’re a good friend Phil.” He finally said. “To both of us. Grazie for telling me.”

Copia stood then, turning to face the window that looked out over the courtyard. It was starting to get dark. “I need you to bring me a list of those who have sown the seeds of this doubt in mi amore. They will be dealt with…soon.”

Behind his mask Phil’s eyes widened…well he knew that was probably going to happen. “Yes Frater.”

“Also, she’s going to be taking a few days off starting today. She doesn’t know this yet.” Copia bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment, his dress shoes making a clicking sound on the marble floor.

“We can manage for sure. She’s got everything so planned I think a toddler could do it.” Phil replied.

Copia nodded. Of course she did, she was brilliant. The anger flared to life again. “Si si, bene. Don’t mention anything to her if you see her. I’ll let her know.” He turned and glanced at Phil who nodded.

“Yes Frater.” The Ghoul stood. “I’ll head back to the department then unless you needed anything else.”

Copia turned and gave a slight nod to the Ghoul. “No nothing else. Again, thank you for letting me know. I expect the list as soon as you can provide it.”

Phil gave a slight bow and left the office. He almost felt bad for the names that would be on that list…then he thought better of it. Let them burn.

Copia’s brain was a strange place sometimes. Years of neurosis, fear, abandonment issues were there of course. How could they not be when you’d lived so long to only realize sheer months before she died your mom had always been there and just not told you…and your dad’s ghost never had bothered to either. Plus said father was a prick and…a ghost. Then there was the possible imminent death thing.

But with all of that Copia had learned to survive. He’d dealt with the harshness of growing up an orphan, an odd one at that he’d admit, in the ministry. Ratboy, Ratman, other names nowhere near as kind. He’d lived through it all and eventually got his payback for the treatment. Copia could be nefarious when he wanted to be, dangerous when the mood struck him.

Again…look who his parents were.

This situation was a new one. Firstly he’d not had a paramour like you before. One that was real, that mattered, that wasn’t there to advance or use his position or name. The irony wasn’t lost on him that this was literally what everyone he was going to happily destroy thought was the case. No, you had proven your heart to him many times over and that was exactly why he would, very much so, destroy those that had driven you to this level of torment.

But before that happened he needed to show you what you truly meant to him, to remind you of what you were to him. This feeling that Phil had mentioned, that you felt the need to show you were worthy of him…it both angered and confounded him. How could you think such a thing? How could you doubt your worth when you had saved him from an abyss of sorrow that had nearly drowned him? That you, only you, were able to make him laugh again, to find happiness.

Even before that fateful night when he’d finally given in to the tender feelings he’d been so afraid to dare show, to even hope you would feel as well, you had always been there. You were the friend he needed, the confidant he could trust, the one who would drag him from his blankets and make sure he ate something and would then stay up all night playing his old games with him, giving him a run for his money on who would win. No one else, not even his Ghouls had been so kind, so patient, so caring. Only you…and he had no idea why. But then you’d told him, after he had confessed his love to you, when he’d asked you why you would ever put up with him. “Because you’re you Copia. You’re the one who tells everyone how life can be filled with ups and downs but you should keep going. You care. You’re kind. You deserve to be loved Copia, you deserve to be happy. And if my dumbass can make you laugh when you’ve had a bad day then I did my job.”

Copia had managed not to cry like a complete idiot at your words…but there may have been a tear that he’d quickly wiped away. That night the video games were forgotten and he thought just maybe he made some of his ancestors proud. He was fairly certain the Ghouls in the dens under the abbey proper probably heard you both…judging from the way many of them were giving him a thumbs up the next day.

But this doubt…this doubt that had been sown in your heart against yourself…this would not stand. He would not allow this to continue. If your job was to ensure he was happy then his job was exactly the same when it came to you. His job was to make sure that any doubts about your worth, your love, were stopped. He really wanted to maim someone as he thought about it. The Emeritus violent streak definitely continued with him.

Copia was a romantic at heart but life hadn’t given him many opportunities to pursue that or act on it. There were some of his songs of course, moments on stage where he got to live out a little role playing as a gothic, satanic prince serenading a sorella from the audience. But none of those were you. Although he did know or noticed you did have a glimmer in your eye when he’d still been performing and had worn those costumes. You’d also mentioned a few times about envying the mic stand and also a fondness for the lace up jeans that had, as you described, “wrapped up his thighs like a second skin.” He turned away from the window and chuckled to himself, a plan forming.

He double checked the calendar. Copia knew St. Valentines Day was coming soon and sure enough it was only two days away. He wasn’t going to wait for Valentines Day though which would make this even more of a surprise. He picked up the phone and called up one of the Ghouls and quickly gave him some instructions and to make it snappy. Then he turned off his computer and locked up the office.

Copia headed to his apartments down the hall and after feeding his bambinos made his way to the large closet in his bedroom. He flicked on the light and sighed. Along one wall were his concert suits and costumes, all wrapped up in thin plastic to keep them safe. He missed it far more than he’d ever let on. Papa V was doing his thing of course, different style and all that…but Copia couldn’t help but think he did a better job. I mean…out of the last four he was the one who wasn’t under glass.

The ex-Papa strolled along the hanging mementos pondering for a moment which would be the thing that would make his amore the happiest. He grabbed a pair of his tattered jeans with the lace up front of course and then one of the puffy sleeved black lace shirts that would have been at home on a pirate. His eyes alighted on the perfect thing. “Ah ha…” He said and pulled it from the closet bar.

The black leather vest with the gold embroidery was one of his favorites and if he wasn’t mistaken one of yours as well. He remembered coming off stage wearing it one night near the end of the run, before you had both realized your friendship had become something far deeper. He’d asked you “Did I make their asses wobble or what??” laughing and clapping his gloved hands together and he’d noticed you hadn’t replied, just looked at him with big eyes and an even bigger grin. There was a glimmer he’d not noticed before in your gaze, something that made a warmth start in his tummy and spread out along every nerve. “Hey, hey, am I just performing for myself here?” He’d waggled his fingers in front of your face and you’d snapped out of it.

“No! Yes! No!! You…you did great! Not an ass unwobbled.” You’d replied.

Copia chuckled. Yep, this should do it. He may not be allowed to do up the paints like the old days, but no one said he couldn’t work the suits like he used to. Walking out of the closet he hoped he could still fit in these. Since he’d become Frater there wasn’t as much ass wobbling to be done but there was a lot of eating at his desk. He didn’t think he’d changed that much…and you certainly hadn’t mentioned anything. So…with a short prayer to the dark lord Copia slipped off his jacket.

The day had ended much later than you’d anticipated. You had managed to slam down a Monster to get through the last few hours but you were dragging yourself back to your office and it was nearly 7 o’clock. Phyllis, that bitch, had stopped you after your meeting to complain about changing the printers for the band shirts. Apparently she “had a relationship” with the last group who were using the shoddiest material you’d ever seen. The chat had ended with a snide comment about how you thought you had the right to overstep…even though you were actually in charge of decisions like this now and could totally make those decisions.

The lack of sleep and desire to not start drama…something she apparently didn’t have…left you to just slink away. You hated that you let her run over you like a steam roller but you just didn’t have any fight in you at this point. As you came to your desk you saw a sticky note in Phil’s handwriting in the middle of your monitor “GO THE FUCK TO BED.” Was in bold letters with a little heart and a devil face at the end. “Love you too buddy.” You muttered with a smile. The note was right…you needed to just go pass out.

You grabbed your bag, turned off the lights, and locked the door. You leaned up against the door frame for a moment and sighed, running your fingers through your hair in the hopes you wouldn’t look like you felt. For a moment you wondered how Copia was doing. You missed him having not seen him for the last few days as everyone was going 100 mph. He had enough on his plate to deal with being Frater and you didn’t want to distract him. He was having to deal with things you could never imagine all while giving up playing to a crowd he loved.

You didn’t think you’d be great company that night anyway. You didn’t even know if you had it in you to microwave something before passing out. With a sigh you pushed away from the door and headed upstairs to your apartment. Maybe you’d text him to see how he was doing. You were just getting ready to pull your phone from you pocket when you glanced up at your door. Stuck to the wood was a black envelope with your name written in silver. You recognized the handwriting. “What….?” You said aloud, pulling it off the door and opening it.

Inside was a black piece of stationary and in the same silver script were the words “Come to my rooms now. – C.”

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. This wasn’t a request…that was written as an order. Lord, what had you done now? How had you managed to piss him off too after not even seeing him for most of the week. Maybe this was it, maybe he was done with you and you were fired and dumped in one fell swoop. Maybe you had fucked up…well…everything.

You sighed heavily, felt like crying, but held it back. You unlocked your door just enough to place your bag on the floor then closed and locked it. You then headed to the next floor where the leadership’s rooms were and found yourself at Copia’s entrance. You took a breath, hoped you weren’t crying, and knocked hesitantly.

There was no response. When your realized that you tried the door knob and it turned easily. With more than a little trepidation, you stepped inside. You glanced around in awe. The room was dark other than probably 20 or more candles lit and standing around along with the blazing fireplace. On the dining table were more candles and on the coffee table was a massive bouquet of black and red roses. The scent mixed with that of the candles, something spicy and elegant, filling the room with a heady fragrance.

Copia was nowhere to be seen but as you glanced down you saw a trail of black and red rose petals leading to his bedroom. You raised an eyebrow. Unless this was some really evil trick maybe he wasn’t mad at you? Well…it would seem the roses were leading the way so you headed that direction.

Moving the partially open door you were met with more candles, more roses, and his giant bed covered in more petals. It was absolutely beautiful…Copia had the bed made up with red satin sheets. Frilly black pillows set up near the carved head board that was dark stained wood. Images of devilish cherubs and little rats were carved in the design. The black sheer fabric that hung from the four posts of the bed were pulled back with ribbon. Near the bed on one of the night stands a bowl of strawberries sat next to a dish of thick whipping cream. On the other night stand was an ice bucket holding a bottle of what looked like champagne with two etched crystal glasses.

Okay…this…this felt like a trap or you’d actually fell asleep and were dreaming. There was still no sign of Frater Emeritus, the man who had to have put all this together.

And then you heard the door shut.

“Mi amore, you have been away from this bed for too long.” Copia’s voice was soft, nearly purring as you heard him behind you.

You turned and your eyes widened at what you saw, unable to help it. Oh…oh this was a trap. Copia stood there, hair perfectly coiffed, brushed back from his forehead with his beautiful eyes surrounded in black. His upper lip was flawlessly painted.

He was wearing…THE pants. The ones that looked like they’d been attacked by a swarm of razors or rat teeth, laced up the front. They hugged his thighs perfectly and left nothing to the imagination along with the very obvious fact that underwear was nowhere in the equation. He’d donned a flowing-sleeved black shirt that was buttoned up his throat and fell in lace at his wrists. His fingers were encased in black leather gloves and over the shirt was THE vest. Gold trimmed black leather and fitting him like he'd been born into it. Copia Emeritus could still rock the suit…and you knew you were doomed.

You knew he knew what this was doing to you by the way his green eye darkened and somehow glittered at the same time. You noticed then he was holding a single red rose in his hand, twirling it in his fingers.

“Uh…wow…Uhm…you look…great.” You managed to speak but only just. “This…this is all…nice.”

Copia’s gaze narrowed as he looked at you. Even in just the candlelight he could see you were exhausted, worn out. You were paler than normal and you were always pale. Your eyes, usually so sparkling and lively were faded, circles setting in beneath them. There was the slightest tremor to your fingers. You’d been drinking those cazzo energy drinks again. Oh there would be words…but right then he had a mission.

“You seem nervous dolcezza.” He said softly, taking another step closer. “You’ve been here before…many times…”

You swallowed, mouth going dry. Why were you suddenly wanting to bolt like a scared rabbit? Why was this making you feel like you were prey suddenly? Because he looked like panther a bit…that’s why. You hadn’t seen Copia dressed like this and with this…intensity…in a while…or ever.

“Uh…yes…but it’s not looked so…” You looked around. “Beautiful.” And you didn’t feel like you belonged here at all right then. You felt like a slug compared to this gorgeous man who was looking at you like that and all this atmosphere. You needed to crawl away. It was too much.

Copia could read you like a book and right then what he saw made him want to find the ones on Phil’s list and take them down to the lower levels of the abbey…the ones with the torture devices that no one spoke about. The time for that was later though…now was the time to fix what those fuckers had broken in his love.

“Yet not as beautiful as you amore.” He replied smoothly, stepping in front of you, the pointed toes of his shoes brushing close to your sneakers. You weren’t meeting his eyes, glancing anywhere else and that wouldn’t do either. He lifted his gloved fingers to your chin and tilted your face up to where you had to look him in the eye. “I’m here cara, not in the corner.” He ran this thumb along your jaw.

“I…I’m sorry…I’m not…I’m not good company right now Frater.” You said, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. His white eye was glowing in the candlelight and it was lovely and unnerving as always. You felt like he could see whatever he wanted inside your head with that eye.

“Frater?” He cocked a brow. His title? Really? “In this room, in this bed I’m Copia. Your Copia. Always cara mia. You know this do you not?”

He stroked your other cheek with the petals of the rose as he spoke. They were soft as velvet and smelled divine and you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. You closed your eyes and took a breath of the perfumed air. “Ye….yes I know Copia.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. Copia carefully placed the rose behind your ear. “I do not think you do amore. I think you’ve forgotten.” He replied, his fingers trailing along your cheek to rest on your shoulder.

You looked at him in surprise at his words with more than a little embarrassment. “No, no I haven’t forgotten.”

Copia raised his head slightly, looking down his nose and studying your expression while he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from running away…because you looked just like a deer who’d seen a car coming right at them. “Perhaps not completely cara but there’s something missing, something crushed I think that had blossomed like the roses here. And I must tend to you la mia dolce rosa so that it blooms as it should. Beautiful, sweet, and mine.”

He kissed you then, capturing your mouth with his before you realized what he was doing. His gloved fingers were at the back of your neck, twining into your hair as he held you in place, enjoying the little muffled sound of surprise in your throat.

You’d been caught up in what he’d been saying and how true it was though you didn’t want to admit it. You did feel crushed, trampled under the simple meanness of the siblings who never seemed to tire of treating you like garbage and whose job it seemed was to remind you of how you didn’t deserve Copia.

But right at that moment you were finding it hard to think on their words, their glares. The only thing you could think of was how he tasted slightly of strawberries and chocolate, how his lips were so warm and how you’d missed how he kissed you like he was savoring some sort of delicacy. His tongue swept along yours, lapping at you and your knees grew weaker. Don’t fall over…you thought to yourself, don’t fall over.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer, one hand moving to the small of your back. You heard him make a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl as he felt your own tongue dance with his, slowly, enjoying the feeling of Copia’s kiss after having missed it.

He pulled away reluctantly but he knew you needed to breathe. Copia leaned his forehead against yours, noticing how your skin was growing warmer. He felt some pride in that.

“Mmm…that’s a start amore.” He said softly, brushing his nose against yours.

“Copia…” you said his name, breathless after his attentions. “What…what is all this?”

He brushed his lips against yours once more, pulling back a ways so he could look into your eyes again. He’d missed the way you looked at him, the tenderness, the affection that he could always see peeking out. The way your eyes grew a darker shade when he’d touched you a certain way…like now for instance…that might be his favorite. “All of this amore? This is all for you. You deserve to be cherished and I have been remiss in that duty which it is my honor to have.”

Something was up and even though he was doing a hell of a job distracting you this, it was a lot all of a sudden. Silver tongued kisses and words aside…he was up to something. You let your fingers trail down his jaw, the freckled skin smooth as could be thanks to a recent shave. “Copia you don’t have to…mmph!”

He cut you off with another kiss. He wouldn’t hear another word of what he didn’t have to do. He would not hear you say how you didn’t deserve every romantic gesture in history if he could provide it. After a moment he pulled back. “You were saying cara?”

Your eyes were still closed. He was making you light headed, which wasn’t hard with the lack of sleep. You opened your eyes and tried to glare at him. “You’re up to something.” You finally said, head fuzzy from the taste of dark chocolate, strawberries and Copia.

Copia gave a naughty smile, his eyes glittering. He let the thumb of his glove run along your bottom lip, enjoying the site of the black kiss marks that colored over the pink lushness of your mouth. “What I am up to la mia rosa spinosa is seducing you into my arms. And it would appear its working.”

You let your fingers trace his chin, stroking the dimple there. He was far too handsome and you were so slap happy from exhaustion you almost laughed. “You don’t have to work this hard to seduce me Copia.” You said with a grin, placing a kiss on his chin and letting the tip of your tongue leave a tiny lick in the indention.

Copia shuddered at the sensation, fingers flexing against your back. He wanted you naked on the rose petals immediately. That was his goal at least. He made no apologies for it. But he could still sense the doubt there. “Mmm…cara it is not work.” Copia placed a kiss on your cheek, then started a trail of them along you jaw to your neck. “It’s a pleasure and I want to spoil you…” He started nipping at your skin, suckling at your pulse, feeling it start to speed up under his lips.

“I want you to realize how much I am in love with you, si? I want you to never want to leave my side dolcezza.” He bit at the point where your neck met your shoulder, a spot he knew was one of your most sensitive. He wasn’t going to play fair at all. When he heard the gasp come from your mouth he smiled while sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth. It would be a lovely bruise in the shape of his bite. He released you a moment later, placing a kiss there on the reddened patch.

His mouth trailed back up your jaw, planting a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “I think you forgot what you mean to me amore. What you do to me. And I’m going to remind you and show you.” He purred, fingers trailing down your side to rest at your hip and pulling you closer.

You and Copia were nearly the same height, granted he was a little taller now with the dress shoes and their heels. But even with that added height his hips were flush to your own and his hardness was pressed into you perfectly, hitting your core through your jeans. He growled, the sound animalistic and rough as it rolled from his throat. “Do you feel it la mia tentazione?” He managed to say, the words a heated breath against your ear. “The desire for you…it is almost painful…the most beautiful pain I have known.”

You were only a woman. A woman in love with this man who seemed beyond just being a man at the moment as he ground his laced up length into you with hips that belonged on a dancer. Copia was overwhelming you with all of this and you felt like you had actually fallen asleep at your desk and dreamed yourself into a gothic romance straight out of Dracula. He probably had the wings somewhere in his closet truth be told…he’d probably put them on if you asked. But that would be another piece of clothing you’d have to tear off him…and you didn’t think you had any patience left.

“Copia…” you sighed his name as you felt his teeth scrape your earlobe, his fingers now slipping up under your shirt. The soft, warm leather of his touch made you tremble as it found your lace covered breast, his thumb rubbing your nipple.

“The way you say my name amore…you sound like you are praying.” Copia started walking you back towards the bed, the need to surround himself in you was becoming unbearable. “But it is I who are worshipping you tonight.”

You felt the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. By that point you’d pressed your nose into his neck, drinking in the smell of his cologne that was always mixed with the scent of the incense used in the church’s services. It was as though it was always a part of him now, which made sense as he was Frater Imperator, leader of the Ministry. It was in his blood of course.

You lifted your face to look into his. His pupils were wide, the deep black swallowing all the forest green and nearly eclipsing the white. You reached up and tugged at the buttons of his vest, undoing them in quick succession as he watched you, gaze lowered and burning. You started on his shirt next, letting your fingers linger on the exposed skin of his neck before taking on the smaller buttons of the blouse. For a moment your gaze fell to his lips, already kiss swollen, the black nearly gone and you were sure you were now wearing it. He said nothing, just watched you with lust blown eyes.

“But I want to worship you too il mio bel diavolo.” You said softly, using that bit of Italian you’d been learning over the last many months. It had the desired effect as you watched his face tense, his jaw twitch, and his eyes somehow reflect every flame in the room.

Copia’s cock became so hard suddenly, jerking at what you said, he thought it might actually rip through the laces of his jeans to reach you. He wasn’t joking about the pain…right then he ached to the point of madness. “Lift your arms…now.” He managed to say, the words bitten out in a gruff timbre.

You actually looked a little scared as you did as he asked. His voice was intense and while you’d heard him get stern before this was something new. You liked it…but it was…intimidating. In the next instant he had your shirt removed, tossed behind him to the floor. He gazed at your black lace covered breasts and it was a look of pure hunger…you nearly covered them with your arms for a moment and you didn’t know why.

“Bene…” Copia breathed out the praise and with a slow and deliberate motion pulled one glove off with his teeth, tossing it behind him where he’d thrown your shirt. His now gloveless fingers ran down your cheek, along your throat, thumb tracing the bite he’d left there as his eyes widened a little at the sight.

“Keep going tesoro.” He said and you moved to begin undoing his shirt once more. As you did so his fingers slid down your side, slipping along your hip to rest at your back. They moved in slow circles against your skin and it was distracting but you had a mission. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Copia lift his other hand to his teeth and pull the glove away to toss it into the darkness of the room.

You’d reached the last button and his shirt fell open to reveal the dark hair that covered the expanse of his chest. Like little pieces of treasure mixed in with the darker strands were silver ones that you adored. He may not be as lean as he used to be but Copia was still fit and you could happily spend hours racking you nails over him. You pressed your nose and cheek against the patch over his heart, letting your lips touch him, kissing against the beat beneath his skin. The scent of incense was stronger here, and you fantasized it was due to the heart of the ministry being there beneath his breast.

You heard him make a noise, a sigh maybe, or a whimper. It reverberated in his chest and against your ear. You smiled at the sound and kissed your way over to his right nipple, giving it a lick which caused him to tremble beneath you. It happened again when you teased it with your teeth and you felt his fingers grip you harder where they had come to rest on your hips. More bruises you were sure, and that was fine.

You glanced at the Omen inspired tattoo. You’d heard the rumors he’d been born with this…you knew better. During a drunken night of film watching (he’d seen the original Omen as many times as you’d seen Horror of Dracula…which was a lot) he’d admitted he’d gotten it as a rabid fanboy. The mystique it had garnered after it had been noticed was just icing on the cake.

You kissed each six in the circle, giving a little lick after each kiss. Your fingers slipping up his stomach and along his sides, nails scratching and leaving red trails. “All for you Copia.” You murmured with a grin as you reached his collar bone and looked up into his half closed eyes. “It’s all for you.” Then you nipped him, teeth worrying the skin over the bone.

“Ahhh…” Copia couldn’t stop the stuttering noise that came out of his mouth. You’d bewitched him. He was the one that was supposed to be doing the seducing here, not the other way around. But…but you’d said you wanted to worship him so prettily and you…you were weaving a spell with your touch and your tongue. And now your teeth…oh Satan your teeth.

He gasped your name, pulling you from his chest to kiss you again, lips clashing together in a messy dance. You pulled at his shirt until he let go of you just long enough to nearly rip it off and toss it aside. His hands immediately went to the hooks of your bra and with a life of study in the art of removing them, he had it off you in less than a second. He made a point of remembering where he tossed that piece of clothing for later.

In the next instant he had you pushed onto the bed, rose petals raining down as you fell onto the blankets. Your now bare breasts beckoned him, beautiful and full. You looked like a gift from the dark lord and Copia vowed thanks to him for such a treasure. Your glossy eyes gazed up at him, petals falling into your hair and his next thought was that this nights worship would do the devil proud.

Copia climbed up onto the bed, making his way between your legs. He hooked a knee behind your left leg, pushing it out of the way to settle himself there. “And I will take all of you.” He promised as his mouth latched onto your left breast.

You gasped as his hand found the right, massaging, squeezing, his fingers plying your nipple with the finesse of a man who truly loved women’s breasts and had spent years on how to appreciate them. He was leaving marks on you, the way his teeth bit and the amount of suckling…the sound was pornographic as it mixed with his moans and yours. “Copia…please…” What were you asking for? You had no idea…you didn’t want him to stop but…it was so much.

He licked a trail to your other breast, lips surrounding that nipple, teeth starting to suckle again as his hand slowly trailed along your stomach, fingers kneading the soft flesh there, leading to the button of your jeans. Your tits were a playland for him. Not too big, not too small. If he wanted he could fit the whole of one of them in his mouth but he’d never do such a thing. He wanted to savor you, tease you, claim every inch of you.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, his heavy lidded eyes taking in how very, very pink he’d left you and the trail of red marks that he could follow like a map of where he’d been so far. “What is your desire cara? What do you want?” His fingers moved to start stroking you through your jeans. He pressed against you and you nearly bucked off the bed.

You couldn’t think anymore, everything was just simple need at this point. “Please…please…” You managed to say.

Copia knew what he wanted and he felt it was the same thing you were pleading for. “I will drink my fill of you mio dolce amore…then I will fill you till you sing for me.” He made quick work of your shoes and then your jeans, tearing them away along with your underwear until there was nothing between you and him.

His eyes, already devouring you with a look, stared down at the cleft of your legs. His tongue licked the corner of his lips and you knew you were going to be hoarse come morning. His fingers trailed down along your stomach once again, warm and pressing against your skin. You moved, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to your mouth for a kiss. He happily acquiesced, tongue tracing your lips while his fingers found your wet slit, causing you to gasp against him, nearly biting his lower lip in the progress.

Copia hummed in pleasure as he stroked you, not quite slipping his finger inside your sweet cunt but making you writhe just the same. You were so wet, so warm, so pliant for him. Made for him. He sent yet another prayer of thanks to the dark lord for bringing you to him, for gifting him such an exquisite partner in crime as you.

“Copia…please…just…” you were begging at this point. This was cruel, this was heaven…this was hell. With him maybe hell was heaven. You buried your face in his neck, breath hot and panting against his skin. “Ti amo…please.” You whispered.

The words undid him. There was no more delicious waiting, he pressed two fingers into you, sliding in easily. You moaned into his ear and he pressed his lips to your pulse as he began moving them nearly all the way out then back, crooking them every so often, hitting the spot he knew would make you sing. He knew when you were close because your arms tightened around him, your breathing was quick, and when you came your voice cried out his name like a beautiful Nema at the end of a benediction.

“Yes mi bella…such a lovely song.” Copia’s voice was rough, deeper. He pulled his fingers from your heat and licked them clean. “The wine of ecstasy, our sacrament…so warm cara…so delicious…I could live off your pleasure and never hunger for anything else.”

He didn’t give you a chance to recover. His mouth was on your cunt in the next moment living up to what he’d just said. You nearly screamed as his tongue delved into you, his arms slipping under your legs and holding your hips in place while he lapped you up, his slightly pointed tongue giving him an ability that was almost supernatural. Your fingers were in his hair, destroying any semblance of order while you tried to not die of a heart attack.

“Copia, my…god…” You gasped as you felt his lips sucking on your clit suddenly, almost positive he was actually grazing it with his teeth. Then he was back to lapping at you the sounds making you blush on top of the fact your body felt like it was on fire.

Copia looked up at you from between your thighs, lips glistening in the firelight, eyes glowing, debauchery personified. “God is not here amore…I’m the one bringing you paradise tonight. Sing my praises cara…I want to hear you sing.” Then he was drinking you again, lapping up every drop of your pleasure, the taste addictive. One hand moved to your stomach, and he felt your body tensing. Yes, yes again…he wanted to feel you break while his mouth was on you.

He wanted you to scream so loudly the Ghouls would hear you again and know what he’d done to you. Let them all know what he’d done to you, especially the ones who had tried to destroy your love. The ones who dared to make you doubt you were worthy. Oh Satan let them hear your screams and know that he was yours and you were his. With that thought he latched upon your clit once more, suckling the nub of nerves till he felt the release against his tongue, heard you cry his name like a hymnal sung by one of hells angels. Now…now you were ready for him.

You felt like every limb was boneless as the second orgasm rocked through you. He was relentless and you were dizzy with it. You were trying to catch your breath when you saw him stand up just long enough to unlace his jeans and toss them aside.

To say he was ready was an understatement. His cock was gloriously standing proud, engorged, and you believed it, that he’d been in pain. You didn’t know if you were going to survive this night but you’d die happy you supposed. He was stunning in the candlelight and you felt that little bit of doubt come back to you that you’d never be able to keep such a magical being like Copia for long.

He saw it…he saw it in your eyes that had been so beautifully filled with lust and love and pleasure. Glossy with it, glowing with it. He saw the doubt sneak in. No. No this was not allowed and he would be doubly damned if he would let it ruin this for you and for him.

Copia quickly moved back into the bed, pulling you into his arms, settling himself against you, and then grasping your chin in his fingers. “I see you amore. I see you pulling away. You are here with me this night and for all the others that follow.” He kissed you, warm and soft then moving to keep your eyes locked to his. “You do not get to hide from me. You do not doubt yourself cara mia, you are mine because you are magic. Ti amo. I am the lucky one. And any who tell you different will know my wrath. I protect what is mine, and that amore, is you.”

You felt a tear fall from the corner of your eye then, not even realizing you were crying. How did he know? How could he tell? Maybe he did have supernatural powers. He brushed the tear away with his thumb, kissing you again so softly in comparison to what you had been doing just before.

That one tear was all they would get Copia thought to himself. No more. No more stolen pain. He kissed you again, vowing silently to himself that would be the last pain they would cause you. “Now cara, I’m going to ruin you wonderfully for any other man before I die from how hard you’ve made me…”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Because it was not only true but after such sweet words to go right to the uncouth truth of his raging hard on was so Copia. He gave you a smile, his nearly fang like incisors catching some of the candlelight, joy in his heart that he’d made you laugh and forget your tears.

You reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and not minding. “You’ve already ruined me for anyone else Copia.” You muttered against his lips.

He pressed the tip of his cock against you, pulling away to look down into your eyes. “Mmm…I know amore, but it’s so much fun to do.” He said softly, his expression a mix of heady lust and pure affection. “Your petals are lovely as all the roses here amore…now I shall pluck them.” He raised a dark brow at his own pun and before you could comment on it he slid into you to the hilt making you gasp as he stretched you out completely for him.

Your nails latched onto his shoulders as he buried his face in your neck, drinking in the scent of your perfume and the roses that surrounded you both. Copia gave you a moment to get used to him again and then he pulled his hips back, nearly parting from you completely before slamming back in. He couldn’t make himself be gentle, he had built himself into a frenzy and now…now he just needed to fuck himself into you until nothing else remained.

Sweet Satan you were so tight, so hot around him. He barely could hold on. How many days since he’d taken you, buried himself in your warmth? Too many…never again. He wouldn’t allow this to happen again.

He refused to let himself reach a release before you, no…even if he’d brought you to breaking twice already he would take you to a third exquisite peak and fall with you. Fall down as far as Lucifer if you asked him to. He didn’t care as long as he was joined to you in bliss.

He was nearly bruising you and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow but it was so sweet. He was muttering something, his face buried in your neck, were those…prayers? It was Italian and muffled but you couldn’t tell and your brain was short circuiting with how deep he was within you, in and out, the slick sounds making it even more obscene…and you wanted all of it. Every thrust hitting that spot that only Copia seemed to be able to reach, to make you sing as he called it. And tonight he’d turned you into an Opera star.

“Amore…fall with me…please bella I…I can’t…I can’t hold on any longer…fall with me my love.” He begged you, the lovely sounds of your gasps and sighs were clawing him over the edge. Your song leading him to oblivion.

He knew then what to do, the thing that would push you over with him. He sank his teeth into your neck and you screamed as you came, your nails embedded in his back as you each drew blood and ecstasy from the other. Copia felt himself fill you as waves of pleasure raced through his body. He sucked your skin between his teeth as he felt you tremble from your own orgasm, your breath hot and fast against his shoulder, his name over and over again on your lips.

When it had abated, Copia laid there on top of you, barely able to move. He’d released your neck of course. The first thing he did when he could think clearly was lift his head to see the damage he’d done to your throat. Cazzo…he had drawn blood. “Oh cara…mi dispacia…I…got carried away.” He licked the little drop of blood that had formed there, placing a soft kiss against the bruise.

You moaned something in response. You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. Your brain was mush. Copia was a heavy weight on top of you and you could feel his now softening cock inside you, filling you still. You didn’t want to move even if there was a now cooling sticky mess between the two of you. It wouldn’t be the first.

“What was that tesoro?” Copia asked, lifting himself up on his arms. He looked down at you and saw how your eyes were still closed, your hair was a mess of petals and locks and your lips were reddened from kisses. You were a goddess. He did not want to move but he knew it couldn’t be too comfortable for you.

“I said…s’okay.” You managed to mumble. “Next time wear the bat wings.”

Copia raised a brow at that. Hmmm…an idea for another night starting to form in his head. He lifted his fingers to brush some stray hair from your forehead. “Did I hurt you amore? I…could not be as gentle as I wished…”

You shook your head no, still not able to think too clearly. You managed to open your eyes and found him mussy haired and gazing down at you, an expression equally filled with worry and love. You reached up and touched his jaw, tracing along his chin to the dimple there. He moved and kissed your fingertips.

Copia rolled over bringing you with him, laying on his side, raising another storm of the remaining petals. He pulled the blanket around the two of you like a flower filled burrito. His legs were still entwined with yours. He knew he needed to tend to you as he was always honored to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to let you go just yet. He was happy, content…but he also needed to make sure you knew you were going to rest for the next few days. He had plans.

You gazed up at him, surrounded by satin and roses and a satanic pope that had stolen your heart. You noticed a few red blooms were now nestled in his chest hair and so you set to clearing them away. “You know…” you said as he stroked your back with his fingers. “I’ve been well and truly plucked.” You glanced up at him with a grin. “But I get the feeling you are still thorny.”

Copia chuckled, brushing his nose against yours. “Always for you la mia dolce rosa.” He kissed your cheek. You picked that moment to yawn, much to your chagrin. And then remembered you had to set up a meeting with one of the promoters for LA in the morning. With a sigh your head fell back against the bed. “Ugh…”

“Cara what is it?” He asked, looking surprised. What had he missed? What happened?

“I have to finish some work…I completely forgot.” You were getting ready to sit up and start the no doubt fruitless hunt for your clothes but Copia tightened his hold on you immediately. “Copia I need to…”

“No.” He said, voice going into full Frater mode. “No, you are not going to go back to work.”

You looked up at him in shock. “I have to, it’s my job and it’s important. Too much is riding on…”

He cut you off again. Copia took a deep breath. “Cara, you are taking the next few days off. If that needs to be an order then so be it.”

“I can’t just…” You tried to explain without getting into everything. You didn’t want him to know the reasons you had to do this.

Copia shook his head, sitting up and pulling you up with him. He grasped your chin, glancing down to see you were holding the blanket around yourself almost like a shield. That hurt a bit, but he would let it slide. “Listen to me cara. I know what’s been going on. I know of the words, the slights, the eyes that have been following you. I know what’s been said and why you feel you need to work yourself ill to convince insects that you are worthy.”

You felt the tears again…the damned things pooling in the corners of your eyes. How did he even know this? You’d been so careful, you thought. “Copia I just want to earn the spot. I’m not…not part of the church, I know that makes me an outsider to people but I love you. I want to be enough, to help you succeed.” Your voice cracked a little but you managed to be steady when you said it.

Cazzo bastardi, she was crying. He’d sworn the final tear had been shed, but here more pain from their words, their actions. Oh…they would pay. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace as if he could shield you from what had already been done. “Dolce you are enough for me, for everyone that matters. You’ve more than earned the spot and you’ve already improved so many things. Cazzo, even Phil knows it and he’s the most pain in the ass Ghoul I know.” He tried to get you to laugh and he felt a smile and heard a weak little chuckle from where your face pressed into his shoulder.

“Listen to me tesoro.” He lifted your gaze back up, still holding you close. “I will take care of this problem. You will be respected as you have earned the respect of all. Aside from this, you are my love. No one is allowed to cause you pain. Not while I breathe. What they have done goes against the tenants of this church. I am Frater Imperator…it is MY job to ensure our rules are followed, si? And I will do my job as well as you’ve done yours.” He kissed your forehead. “And you will take a break so you can keep doing your job well. And that means you rest, you relax, and for Valentines Day I get to wine and dine you…with other…activities…comprende?”

You chewed on your lip, nerves raging at this entire scenario.

He bopped your nose, bringing you eyes back front and center. “Comprende?” he asked again.

You sighed. “Understood…I…thank you Copia.” You said, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight.

Copia closed his eyes and held you tightly in return. You were a stubborn creature but you were his and he would fight every demon in hell for you if he needed to. A handful of siblings were nothing. A grumbling noise caught his attention and he pulled back enough to glance down. You were hiding your face. “My love, was that…your stomach?”

You squeezed your eyes shut hoping to turn into something the size of a mite. “Maybe…” You mumbled against his shoulder.

He sighed. “Dare I ask you when you last ate?” You didn’t respond. “You don’t remember do you?” Still no response. A string of Italian poured forth, most of it asking the dark lord for patience, some that would have made a sailor blush. “I will keep you well piccolo idiota, even if you don’t think to keep yourself so.”

You looked up at him. “Did you call me an idiot?”

“Si, I did. At least your Italian is improving even if your self care is not.” He replied with a haughty glare. You narrowed your eyes at him and it was adorable even though you looked like you might kill him. That was part of the appeal actually. He quickly kissed your nose. “Here viper.” He reached over and grabbed the bowl of strawberries. “Eat some of these and I’ll order some dinner from the kitchen.”

You bit into one of the strawberries even though you were still pouting while Copia grabbed his cell phone off the stand and called down. He spoke quickly and in Italian so you didn’t know what all he was saying, though you did catch something about rigatoni. Hopefully he wasn’t trying to feed you his rat. While he was talking one of the berries fairly erupted with juice and you managed to catch it on your fingers but mostly your chin. Before you could react he reached over and caught it on his thumb, brining it to his lips and sucking it away with a fiery glance at you. Seriously…always thorny.

You went to grab the bottle of champagne and he clicked off the phone and grabbed it from your hand. “Not yet tesoro. You need real food in your belly before you drink the devils nectar.”

“Seriously…you are denying me booze?” You asked him with a pout.

“Food first, then bubbly.” He put the bottle on the nightstand. “Now I take care of you before dinner…and no more pouting.”

Copia took all the care of you, cleaning you up before smacking your behind and making you take a shower with him in what you’d started calling Satan’s Hot Springs. When you got out Copia had had one of your pajama sets delivered, the Star Wars one that had Darth Vader stating he was your daddy. You knew he’d made them pick this one on purpose. You ate your fill of pasta and bread and finally got your glass of champagne.

By then it was close to midnight and you were barely functioning. A full belly, the effects of the alcohol and having been up for nearly 3 days and being ravished into oblivion caught up to you. You barely made it back to the freshly made bed. “When…they do this?” You managed to mumble as you settled down.

“Ghouls are quick and sneaky cara, never forget that.” Copia replied. He was weary as well, but he planned on having you sleep here tonight and every night he could.

Decked out in the Dawn of the Dead pj’s you got him for Yule the previous year he looked adorable and the minute he laid down beside you, you had curled up against him and nestled up close. “Mmph…body pillow.” You muttered, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Copia smiled, kissing the top of your head. “Si, Frater Pillow, that’s me…hehe.” He snuggled in and clapped his hands, the lights going off.

You sighed. “Really…need to get you…an Alexa.”

“Shh…you’ll hurt mio amico Clapper’s feelings. Go to sleep.” He replied.

You slept…a long time. At some point Copia had left but you were in a near coma, not even noticing or missing the fact that your normal alarm wasn’t going off. When you did wake up it was to your shock and surprise 3 in the afternoon. You sat up in shock, completely disoriented and needing to pee like a race horse. After taking care of that business you came back into Copia’s bedroom to find a letter on the nightstand. It was written on his personal rat and heart stationary.

“My baby, Rest, relax, EAT. I’ll see you tonight. EAT. <3 C.”

Well, that was clear enough. You headed back to your own rooms and changed into some comfy, not PJ clothing and headed out to do…well…nothing. You hit a book store, grabbed a couple books and a coffee that was three times normal price. You ate a very late lunch of a giant cheeseburger and fries that would have made the devil weep they were so good. You weren’t used to this sort of ease anymore and it made you a little weirded out. You kept looking at your phone and there were no messages from anyone. No fires to put out. The only message you got was one from your satanic boy toy that read “I need proof you are eating” You sent him back a picture of the cheeseburger and fries. His response was the single word “ENVY.”

You got back to the abbey at around 7pm and went to Copia’s rooms after changing into your Incredible Hulk pj’s, deciding whoever saw you could deal with your love of the big green. You knocked on the door and he immediately opened it and pulled you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses.

“You already look happier my baby.” He said. “How do you feel?”

“It was weird to relax and not get calls…but…it was nice.” You replied liking the way he filled out his faded Stryper shirt. The story behind it and how he got it and why he wore it was hilarious. It paired well with his black sweat pants.

“Bene, it is good for you. And that cheeseburger!” He made a chefs kiss gesture. “You’ll have to take me there, I must have one.” He gestured to his couch. “Now, I must sadly murder you as only Sub Zero can.”

“Ah, it’s a Mortal Kombat night?” You asked raising a brow.

“Si, it’s always a Mortal Kombat night somewhere.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

“Kitana is going to wipe the floor with you, you know.” You told him, grabbing a controller and noticing the ice bucket from last night now filled with various juice boxes. “Confidence is important amore.” He raised a brow while taking a sip from his own juice box and draining it.

You managed to not laugh but only just…that stance wasn’t nearly as intimidating as he thought.

The two of you played for a couple of hours. Enjoying each others company was a phrase but the curse words and faux insults that were thrown back and forth would make someone wonder exactly if that was the right description.

In the end it was a tie and Copia admitted that Kitana was an equal to his favorite ninja. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Come la mia principessa della lame, let us rest our warrior bodies for another day.”

You nodded, feeling sleepy even though you’d already slept so long. Your body was apparently not agreeing with the assessment. You got into bed and told Copia to turn around.

“I…I get to be little spoon?” He asked excitedly.

“Si…” you replied, kissing his neck. You curled around him and pressed your nose into his hair. You felt him relax almost immediately, fingers sliding into your own and hold your hand to his heart. It’s steady beat lulled you into slumber.

The next day was Valentines Day, and you woke up again with Copia having left you with a breakfast tray on the nightstand. It was 10am so you weren’t nearly as unconscious as before. You sat up and dug into the blueberry muffin, warm coffee and fruit bowl. He was earning all the points, and you were hoping he liked his gift you would give him later that evening.

You headed back to your apartment on the lower floor and showered. You had almost a full day till he would be free to as he said, “wine and dine.” So you grabbed your book that you’d purchased and settled onto the couch to read. You fought the instinct to check in with Phil. If he needed you, you know he’d call.

It was noon when your phone went off with a text message alert. You grabbed it quickly and saw it was from Copia. “Important matter, please come to my office.” It read. Your eyes widened. What was this about? Was it some sort of Valentines Day rendezvous? His office wouldn’t really be an appropriate place for that. You’d always told him you wanted to keep the offices as work and business only, it just seemed right. Though he’d tried a couple of times of course…because he was Copia. But if it was some sort of naughty time idea, he wouldn’t have been so…dry in the message.

You were overthinking. Just go to his office. You changed out of your t-shirt into a dark red button down and grabbed your black cardigan to give some appearance of propriety in case this was that sort of situation. Checking your hair and giving a quick make up touch up you headed to the Frater’s office.

You knocked on the closed door and Copia’s voice called out “Please, come in.” You took a breath and opened the door. Immediately you saw them. Along the wall were five chairs, the basic ones from the dining hall. And sitting in them were Phyllis and the rest of your tormentors. Your eyes widened in surprise as Phyllis’s gaze burned into you. The other four, three sisters and one of the brothers, wouldn’t even look up. They looked pale, terrified in a couple of cases.

“Ah, Sorella, please sit.” Copia gestured to the free chair near his desk, the comfortable one. His voice was all business.

You swallowed thickly and took a seat. “Frater, hello…uhm…what can I do for you?” You asked, making sure to use his title in front of these siblings.

Copia stood, his suit immaculate down to the rhinestone collar. He looked dangerous as you watched him move gracefully from behind his desk to stand next to it and you. His gloves had what appeared to be black claws on them. You’d not seen those before.

“I believe you know these siblings, si?” He gestured to the five sitting opposite you. “Sister Phyllis especially.”

You nodded. “Uhm, yes, we…we’ve worked together on some projects.” What was he doing…

“Si, si.” Copia could hear the nerves in your voice. He wouldn’t let you be affected by these insects anymore. “It has come to my attention sorella that these individuals have been defying the core mandates, the beliefs of our church in regards to you.” He stepped away from the desk to stand just in front of you and facing the five now even paler faced siblings, shielding you from them. Phyllis looked ready to rip his eyes out and he only prayed she’d try.

Copia turned to you. “For that sorella you have my deepest apologies. The Ministry is a place of acceptance, respect, we do not ridicule anyone. We do not harm anyone lest they harm us. Even if you have not joined us as a follower in our dark lord, you are still a sister to us. You help us, you serve the ministry as a valued member of our family. For that you deserve the respect of all.”

Here he turned back to the five siblings. You didn’t see his eyes change, the green turning into a near black and the white flare like a star, a haze almost surrounding it. “To break those commandments, those core beliefs set by our dark lord is to defy him. To defy the ministry. To defy me.” Copia’s voice was like ice, sharp, piercing.

You shivered for a moment, thankful that this wasn’t directed at you. What were you witnessing?

“For these transgressions you will hereby be removed from the ministry.” He spoke with finality, gloved hands clasped in front of him and his gaze heavy as it fell on the siblings. You heard a couple of them gasp, one started crying. Phyllis glared, her eyes finding you and if looks could kill you’d be dead.

Copia noticed and stepped to the side to block you from her view. She would not be allowed to even look at you anymore. He turned slightly to speak to you. “I wanted you to know that you will not need to worry about these five again. The ministry protects its own and we will not allow such acts to take place here.”

You nodded, still in shock. You hadn’t expected this…especially this quickly. “Thank…thank you.” You managed to say.

He gave you a slight bow and offered you his hand. “Thank you for your patience and grace while dealing with such behavior sorella. Allow me to walk you out.”

You stood and before you took another step Copia turned to the siblings. “I’ll be back in a moment, stay there.” His voice changed again to that icy tone. He walked you to the door, opening it and gesturing you outside, he closed it behind you while you stood in the hallway.

“Copia…what…what is this?” You gestured towards his office, voice more than a little frantic.

His gloved hand touched your now flushed cheek, the little black claws tickling your skin. “I promised you that you wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore. I wanted you to see that it was taken care of amore. They deserved to see you and know you are protected.”

He ran one of the claws down your jaw, tapping you on chin. He smiled and it was just a touch sinister. “I’m Frater tesoro. I told you I protect the commandments of our dark lord and the ministry and that’s what I’m doing. This is the core of our belief. We accept everyone, no judgements unless you do harm to others. If you harm those protected by our church, by me…you will have to deal with the consequences, si? You won’t have to see them again my baby. Never again.”

The look on his face was one you’d not really seen. His eyes were steely but burning as they looked in your own. His jaw tight and determined. You could only nod in response. “I understand. I just…it was a surprise.”

Copia smiled, seeing the nerves start to leave you. He glanced around, checking to see if you were alone and quickly leaned down and kissed you gently. Pulling back he wiped away the black lip print with his thumb. “It’s Valentines Day dolcezza, you’ve got a couple more surprises later. But for now, go enjoy the day and I’ll join you tonight. Wine and dine, remember?”

You smiled and he felt it in his damned soul. “Wine and dine…cheeseburgers?” You asked.

“Temptress.” Copia replied. “Now shoo, relax.” He turned around and before you could think better of it you slapped his behind. He turned back to you with a shocked face, to see you backing away quickly. “Oh…payback cara…so much payback.” He growled.

“Promise?” You asked grinning.

“Threat.” He replied with a snapping of his teeth at you. He watched you walk away and took a deep breath. Yes, you were happy, you were well. You were protected and loved. He was doing his job.

Copia opened the door to his office where the now slightly shaking siblings sat. He turned, back facing them as he closed the door.

“So…do we get to leave now? Do we even get to pack our things?” Phyllis’s shrill voiced asked, bravado in the words.

Copia’s head raised, cocking to the side. The sound of metal clinging shut echoed as five pairs of metal cuffs were closed around the hands of the siblings, seemingly from nowhere. They gasped, finding they couldn’t move from the chairs.

“I told you sister; you were to be removed.” Copia turned then and from the shadows of the room four Ghouls appeared, one of them Phil, his tail twitching happily. “I never said you were leaving.” Copia continued.

As the siblings watched in horror each of the Ghouls pulled a large, red jeweled knife from a sheath on their hip. Phil handed Copia his own and the Frater looked at it, letting the light bounce off it’s blade for a moment, the red reflecting in his white eye. He turned to the siblings and smiled and for a moment, the room grew darker. Copia’s shadow almost looked like it had horns as it stretched out on the wall.

“You do know it’s Valentines Day, don’t you?” He said, stepping towards Phyllis who now had tears streaming down her face. His voice echoed in the office which felt so cold suddenly. “It’s a day you give away your heart.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Please a Johnny storm x reader? The reader is a baker and she bakes valentines treats for Johnny even she gives Johnny family too

‘No.’ You said.

‘I didn’t even do anything yet!’ Johnny exclaims as he pulled his hand away from your Valentine’s Day heart cookies with raspberries and white chocolate chip that were on the cooling rack. It’s not his fault they smelled amazing and that you were an absolute genius when it came to baking delicious foods, besides Johnny was naturally under the assumption they were for him, especially seeing as how you would always leave him a tupperware box filled with everything you’ve baked for him.

‘They are not for you this time.’ You told him as you watched his eyes widen in disbelief before gesturing to the heart shaped cookies on the cooling rack, as though the thought of you making something for someone else outside of him was something he couldn’t fathom, and he couldn’t. ‘Not for me? I’m your boyfriend and it’s Valentine’s Day, who else could they be for sweetness? Nobody asked you to be their valentines behind my back did they?’ He says with a pout forming on his lips that never failed to make you smile at how cute he was being, even if it was as when he was being all whines and pouting over not getting something he wanted.

‘It’s for your family.’ You replied with a chuckle as you focused on piping the four chocolate cherry muffins -one for each family member including your goofy, hotshot of a boyfriend- with fuchsia pink icing, smiling when you felt Johnny’s arms latch onto your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder, his doe eyes were now soft as was his smile as he watched you do what felt like second nature to you with curiosity and awe. Johnny didn’t know how you could so effortlessly make such delicious treats, but it was only just one more thing that he adored about you, for watching you bake happened to be his favourite thing to do becuase it meant that he got to be your taste tester for your first batches.

‘My family doesn’t deserve your sweet treats, Valentine’s Day or not.’ Johnny stated as though it made perfect sense, but to you it sounded as though you were listening to a child like tantrum on how your boyfriend didn’t like to share your creations, only ever wanting to selfishly hog them all to himself under the guise of wanting to give you some constructive criticism; of which somehow includes taking extra tastes tests to reaffirm his thoughts on your baked goods.

You scoffed as you set aside the icing bag to look at Johnny, resting your hands on his shoulders. ‘And let you eat everything like the gluttonous monster that you are? They at least deserve something from me to show my gratitude in being welcomed into the family.’ Which was true. Sue, Reed and Ben had been nothing but sweet and welcoming to you when Johnny first brought you to the Baxter building, apparently to them Johnny only referred you as the really cute baker that smelled like cookie dough before they got your actual name that night at dinner.

In actuality Ben wanted to help you bake this morning, but you were very insistent that you do all the baking for him and his family for this particular day, a day of supposed celebration of love where love of all kinds was encouraged to be shown through overly expensive gifts. You hated that aspect and decided to make the people you love sweet treats with your barehands, after all it was better then buy some mass produced sweet treats that wouldn’t taste anywhere near as good as your own.

Johnny’s smile widened upon hearing you speak so kindly of his family, loving how you were wanting to show your thankfulness towards them by making something from your barehands, something that Johnny had soon learned was your version of a love language with how often you did similar things with him now and then. ‘They love you more than enough.’ Johnny reassured you as he pecked your cheek, holding you closer to him just so he could cover more of your face in kisses, all the while as he whispered words of comfort to your overworking mind. ‘But I will always love you more becuase I am your boyfriend, not that I’m jealous that they’re getting all this sweet stuff and I’m left on my own.’

You couldn’t help but laugh as you moved back to grab one of the chocolate cherry muffins and present it to Johnny. ‘I didn’t forget you stupid, you know I’ll always think of you when I bake.’ You tell him as you watched his eyes shine excitedly as he reached out for the muffin, shoving it into his mouth and groaning as the taste of cherries and sweetness of chocolate hit his tastebuds.

‘Is it because you love me?’ He says through a mouthful, something you smack him playfully on the bicep for before wiping smears of fuchsia icing near his lips.

‘No because I frequently remember the time I had to stop you from getting salmonella.’ You said and Johnny looks at you unimpressed, remembering that embarrassing moment in his life as well as you did, though he was too proud to stay so but you were able to see through him and knew his true feelings on certain things.

‘That was one time! We promised we wouldn’t talk about that.’ He whines as he swallows the remains of the muffin before placing his head against yours, where you could almost taste the cherries and chocolate on his lips with how close he was to brushing against your own. You smile as your hands reached to hold his face, caressing his cheeks as you felt yourself at home with the silly man you got to call yours in front of you.

‘Sure now I need my beloved taste tester to help me bring all these treats to his family, all without feeling tempted to eat them after devouring his own muffin within seconds.’ You whispered to Johnny, looking him deep into his beautiful brown eyes, only to find love and affection looking back at you as you felt yourself wanting nothing more then to stay within his arms for the rest of the day but you really needed to give Ben, Sue and Reed their valentines baked goods. ‘Do you think you can do that for me?’ You finished.

‘For you sweetness? I’d do anything.’ Johnny answered honestly and he kept his word as he helped you give his family their sweet treats, albeit teasing Ben a little bit before giving him his treats per your request; and not once did he take sneaky bites behind your back either and you treated him greatly by giving him his baked goods, all of which were filled with his favourites you’ve made in the past.

You may not like valentines as a whole, but if baking for your loved ones and seeing their happiness upon their face whenever they took a bite? Then you’d be more than willing to keep doing so into the nearby distant future for your family.

[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER TWELVE

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash, jealously

playlist: spotify

MIDDLE SCHOOL

Middle school lunch periods were their own kind of battlefield.

It wasn’t just about eating—it was about where you sat, who you sat with, and most importantly, what that said about you.

For years, you had it easy. You were nice, friendly with everyone, and you had your usual spot at the table with the people you’d known since elementary school. It was predictable. Safe.

But things had changed.

Ever since that day behind the school—when you stood up for the four girls that everyone either ignored or avoided—you had started sitting with them.

And honestly? It was a lot more fun.

Still, old habits died hard.

So, on your way to the cafeteria, when you saw a familiar face from your old friend group—Hyejin, someone you used to talk to all the time—you smiled and waved.

“Hey!” you greeted, slowing down as she turned to you.

She looked you up and down, her expression unreadable for a moment before she pouted dramatically. “Oh my god, I totally forgot my lunch today.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

Hyejin sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah… My mom was in a rush this morning, and I didn’t have time to grab anything. It’s fine, though. I’ll just wait until I get home…”

You frowned. Lunch wasn’t just a meal—it was important. How was she supposed to get through the rest of the day without eating?

Without thinking twice, you unzipped your lunch bag and handed it to her. “Here, take mine.”

Hyejin’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? No, I couldn’t—”

“Seriously, it’s fine,” you assured her with a smile. “I wasn’t that hungry anyway.”

She hesitated just long enough to make it seem like she wasn’t going to take it—but then she did, her fingers curling around the bag.

“Are you sure?” she asked, tilting her head in that sweet-but-not-really way.

You nodded, already stepping back. “Enjoy! I’ll see you later.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and headed toward your new table.

Where things were very different.

Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi were already deep in a conversation—more like gossiping aggressively—when you arrived.

“I’m telling you,” Ji-Yeong said, her chopsticks waving dramatically, “I heard that Minho got caught passing notes in math class, and the teacher actually read them out loud.”

Se-Mi gasped. “No way. What did they say?!”

“I don’t know, but Minho looked so embarrassed, so obviously something scandalous.”

Sae-Byeok, sitting across from them, rolled her eyes. “Or he was just passing answers like a normal person.”

Se-Mi scoffed. “Boring. I choose to believe it was dramatic and life-ruining.”

You laughed, sliding into the open seat next to No-Eul.

She barely looked up from her lunch, but the second you settled in, she paused—then frowned.

“…Where’s your food?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Your lunch,” she said, glancing at the empty space in front of you. “You always bring one.”

“Oh.” You scratched the back of your head. “Yeah, I, uh—gave it away.”

No-Eul stared at you for a long moment. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Hyejin forgot hers, so I just gave her mine.”

The entire table went silent for exactly three seconds before—

Ji-Yeong groaned, dramatically dropping her head onto the table. “You idiot.”

Se-Mi shook her head with a knowing smirk. “Sweetheart, you do realize she totally played you, right?”

You frowned. “What? No, she wouldn’t—”

“I guarantee she had food,” Sae-Byeok muttered, picking at her rice. “She just didn’t want to eat whatever her mom packed.”

You opened your mouth to argue—but then hesitated.

Because… okay, yeah. Maybe the way Hyejin had acted was a little too dramatic. Maybe she had hesitated before taking your food. Maybe she had done this before, now that you thought about it.

Ji-Yeong groaned again, shaking her head. “You’re too nice. It’s painful to watch.”

Se-Mi grinned. “It’s kinda cute, though.”

You sighed, slumping slightly. “Okay, fine. Maybe I was tricked. Whatever. I’ll survive.”

No-Eul, who had been quiet the whole time, suddenly pushed her entire lunch toward you.

You blinked. “Uh—what are you doing?”

“Eat.”

Your eyes widened. “No, I can’t take your food—”

“You gave yours away,” she said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “So take mine.”

“I—No-Eul, I can’t—”

“Not asking,” she interrupted, picking up her chopsticks and grabbing some rice. She held it up expectantly, like she was waiting for you to open your mouth.

You stared at her.

She stared back.

A silent battle.

Sae-Byeok sighed. “Just take it before she force-feeds you.”

Ji-Yeong leaned in, whispering loudly, “She will do it.”

Se-Mi nodded. “I’ve seen it happen. It’s terrifying.”

You groaned, finally giving in. “Fine. But we’re sharing.”

No-Eul didn’t argue. She just nodded, calmly dividing the food between both of you like it was no big deal.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And as the others continued gossiping—Ji-Yeong dramatically reenacting Minho’s supposed humiliation, Se-Mi adding exaggerated details, and Sae-Byeok rolling her eyes but secretly enjoying the chaos—you couldn’t help but feel… warm.

Like maybe—just maybe—this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

PRESENT DAY

Free days were rare.

Between recording, touring, interviews, and everything else that came with being one of the biggest rock bands in the world, getting a full day off was practically unheard of.

So when one finally came around, Ji-Yeong had immediately declared that they were spending it doing absolutely nothing—which, in her mind, meant forcing everyone to sit through an obnoxiously long K-drama marathon.

“You guys,” Ji-Yeong said dramatically, flopping onto the couch, remote in hand, “this is cinema. This is art. This is—”

“Bullshit,” Sae-Byeok muttered, arms crossed as she sat stiffly in the armchair.

Ji-Yeong gasped. “How dare you.”

Se-Mi, already sprawled across the other couch, smirked. “You did make us binge an entire show about a chaebol heir with amnesia last time.”

Ji-Yeong huffed. “And it was amazing.”

No-Eul, sitting beside her, sighed. “Let’s just start it before she throws a tantrum.”

Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply through her nose, glancing at the stairs. “Where’s she?”

The room went quiet for half a second.

“…Oh,” Se-Mi muttered, blinking. “She never came back down, did she?”

Ji-Yeong frowned. “She said she’d watch with us.”

No-Eul sighed, already standing up. “I’ll go check on her.”

“I’ll do it,” Sae-Byeok said immediately, pushing off her chair.

No-Eul paused, raising an eyebrow. “I got it.”

Sae-Byeok crossed her arms. “So do I.”

A beat of silence.

Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi exchanged glances.

“…Are we doing this?” Se-Mi whispered.

“Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” Ji-Yeong whispered back.

No-Eul tilted her head, watching Sae-Byeok carefully. “Why are you so eager to check on her?”

Sae-Byeok scoffed. “Why are you?”

“I asked first.”

Sae-Byeok clenched her jaw. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Then let me go.”

“No.”

“No?”

Sae-Byeok hesitated for half a second too long.

Ji-Yeong’s grin widened. “Ohhh, interesting.”

Se-Mi leaned forward. “Very interesting.”

Sae-Byeok shot them a glare before turning back to No-Eul. “Fine. Go.”

No-Eul didn’t say anything—just nodded once before heading upstairs.

Sae-Byeok exhaled, sinking back into her chair, arms still crossed.

Ji-Yeong smirked. “You wanna talk about it?”

Sae-Byeok shot her a look.

Ji-Yeong grinned. “Fair enough.”

You weren’t intentionally avoiding them.

It was just—

You had work to do.

Even on your so-called “days off,” there were emails to answer, schedules to manage, and a hundred other things that needed your attention.

So when No-Eul knocked on your door and stepped inside, you weren’t surprised.

“You’re really not coming downstairs?” she asked, leaning against the doorway.

You sighed, barely looking up from your laptop. “I’ve got things to take care of.”

No-Eul didn’t move. “You always have things to take care of.”

“That’s kind of my job.”

No-Eul narrowed her eyes slightly, studying you. “You need to relax.”

You scoffed. “I can’t relax. You guys have interviews next week, rehearsals, a flight to Japan coming up—”

“That’s next week,” she interrupted. “You have time.”

“Not enough.”

No-Eul sighed, stepping further into the room. “We can survive one day without you micromanaging everything.”

Your jaw tightened. “It’s not micromanaging. It’s making sure things don’t fall apart.”

No-Eul tilted her head. “You think we’d fall apart without you?”

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your temples. “That’s not what I meant.”

No-Eul stepped closer, her voice quieter now. “Then what do you mean?”

You hesitated.

Because how were you supposed to explain it?

That this was all you knew—keeping things running, keeping things together. That if you stopped, even for a second, you felt like everything would slip through your fingers.

That if you let yourself relax—really relax—you weren’t sure what would be left.

No-Eul was still watching you, waiting.

And for the first time, you felt like she saw it.

The exhaustion. The weight of it all.

“…I don’t know how to,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

No-Eul’s gaze softened.

And then—

She moved.

Before you could react, she was cupping your face, tilting your chin up slightly so you had no choice but to look at her.

Your breath caught.

“No-Eul—”

“You don’t have to do everything alone,” she murmured.

You swallowed hard. “I don’t—”

But then she kissed you.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed.

It was slow, deliberate, like she was proving something.

Like she was telling you, I see you. I’m here.

Your hands curled into the fabric of her hoodie, gripping it like an anchor.

For all the times you had held yourself together—this was the first time you let someone else do it for you.

And just as the weight in your chest started to lift—

The door creaked open.

Both of you froze.

And standing there, in the doorway—

Sae-Byeok.

Her expression was unreadable.

But her hands were clenched into fists.

And her eyes—

Her eyes were burning.

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[pistachio-pierrot]

even the idea that “we evolved social bonds to benefit ourselves” is misleading in of itself tbh.

It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking species evolved different mechanisms to better survive by that’s putting the effect before the cause. a trait arose, and if they happened to be beneficial, then those with the trait lived longer and had more babies than those without it.

We didn’t choose to become kind *just* because it helped us survive. Some early humans (honestly it was probably basal primates or possibly even earlier ancestors) started helping each other at some point, maybe even without a purpose beyond the act itself. And guess what? It turned out that being cooperative led to increased survival among those groups, while the more hostile individuals failed to be as successful. And today we’re social animals because we are the descendants of people who valued friendship more than purely self-gain. Love won.

zany to me how these um actually nihilists like to pretend that "um actually love/friendship/cooperation/kindness isn't real bc we evolved that way to benefit ourselves as a species..." um YES? that's also where tool use comes from? that's where cooking comes from? am i supposed to think social bonds & tool use & cooking aren't "real" because they evolved over time instead of appearing fully formed from the ether?

sorry u can't enjoy things. im a superior being twirling a fork in my bowl of delicious noodles whilst staring in adoration at the world

[angelmush]

the other day i walked around the golden lake w my love and the sun was setting hot and orange and we watched a brown duck preening through the weeds, ducking her head under the dark water. the cool lake swallowed up my tired feet to the ankles and we counted the dog walkers with their curly panting doodles and their handsome german shepherds and their whip smart little terriers and we admired the careful construction of a sand castle whose moat held determinedly against the lapping of the waves. we could feel in our chests the persistent thunderous thumping of celebratory music at the finish line of the lakeside 5k, welcoming each gasping runner across its bounds. and i felt like crying. i felt like curling into myself and crying. we walked through the swamp of the bird sanctuary afterwards and listened to the woods sing and croak and groan and then we went and got ube and yuzu gelato and devoured it suntired and sweating on the couch in our living room. and i was so overcome w a deep and true unshakeable happiness and a sort of confused grief that i wanted to sob and sob and sob.

[toasttt11]

secrets

summary: still hiding their relationship makes it difficult to celebrate together

adam fantilli x reader

Adam froze as the wood floors creaked under his foot and sighed in relief when he didn’t hear Luca stir or wake up. He quickly walked down the hallway and to the room she is staying in holding a tray in his hands as he slowly opened the door closing it quietly behind him.

Adam was currently on the four nations break and he was on a trip with Luca and Luca’s best friend, who Adam has had a crush on since he met her when he was five.

They had only recently started dating as they got closer when she started working at the Blue Jackets and they were neighbors in Ohio meaning they spend a lot of time together as they are both away from home.

It was a mutual decision to not tell Luca yet because their relationship is still new but with keeping it a secret still it meant they couldn’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day as a couple without Luca finding out.

Adam still wanted to do something special though.

He smiled softly seeing her looking so peaceful sleeping and was looking forward to getting back to Columbus so he could sleep next to her again.

Adam gently sat on the bed next to her the tray set over his lap as he reached out and gently brushed his hand through her hair, “Wake up sweet girl.” Adam cooed gently making her stir and lean into his touch.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Adam leaned over pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and smiled watching her eyes flutter open and she smiled sleepily seeing him.

She mumbled a soft Happy Valentine’s day back and just scooted closer to Adam but perked up smelling something good and she looked over seeing a tray in Adam’s lap filled with breakfast foods.

Adam laughed softly seeing her perking up for the food, “It’s for you.” Adam brushed his hand over her hair and gently rested on her back.

She made a happy sound and sat up a bit more and leaned into Adam’s side as he shifted the tray to be over both of them.

“It’s not as much as i would like to have been able to do but given our circumstances.” Adam sheepishly said as he watched her look at all the breakfast and the one red rose on the tray.

She shook her and cupped his cheek, “It’s more than enough. I just need you.” She gently reassured him, her thumb gently rubbing across his cheekbone making him close his eyes and softly nod at her words.

She smiled at him pressing a kiss to his lips before she turned back to the tray and quickly took a piece of bacon and happily started munching on it as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” She thanked him softly pressing a gentle kiss to Adam’s cheek.

“Always.” Adam softly mumbled back resting his chin on the top of her head and smiling as she lifted the fork up to him and he took a bite.

They just sat in comfortable silence enjoying breakfast together on Valentine’s day.

[inkykeiji]

omg clari five men???? i’m living with my brother and i can’t IMAGINE living with five of him😭😭

yes five ._. my boyfriend has a lot of brothers lol

[saritawolff]

Phew. This one took, uh… a bit longer than expected due to other projects both irl and art-wise, but it’s finally here. The long-awaited domestic animal infographic! Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough space to cover every single domestic animal (I’m so sorry, reindeer and koi, my beloveds) but I tried to include as many of the “major ones” as possible.

I made this chart in response to a lot of the misunderstandings I hear concerning domestic animals, so I hope it’s helpful!

Further information I didn’t have any room to add or expand on:

🐈 “Breed” and “species” are not synonyms! Breeds are specific to domesticated animals. A Bengal Tiger is a species of tiger. A Siamese is a breed of domestic cat.

🐀 Different colors are also not what makes a breed. A breed is determined by having genetics that are unique to that breed. So a “bluenose pitbull” is not a different breed from a “rednose pitbull”, but an American Pitbull Terrier is a different breed from an American Bully! Animals that have been domesticated for longer tend to have more seperate breeds as these differing genetics have had time to develop.

🐕 It takes hundreds of generations for an animal to become domesticated. While the “domesticated fox experiment” had interesting results, there were not enough generations involved for the foxes to become truly domesticated and their differences from wild foxes were more due to epigenetics (heritable traits that do not change the DNA sequence but rather activate or deactivate parts of it; owed to the specific circumstances of its parents’ behavior and environment.)

🐎 Wild animals that are raised in human care are not domesticated, but they can be considered “tamed.” This means that they still have all their wild instincts, but are less inclined to attack or be frightened of humans. A wild animal that lives in the wild but near human settlements and is less afraid of humans is considered “habituated.” Tamed and habituated animals are not any less dangerous than wild animals, and should still be treated with the same respect. Foxes, otters, raccoons, servals, caracals, bush babies, opossums, owls, monkeys, alligators, and other wild animals can be tamed or habituated, but they have not undergone hundreds of generations of domestication, so they are not domesticated animals.

🐄 Also, as seen above, these animals have all been domesticated for a reason, be it food, transport, pest control, or otherwise, at a time when less practical options existed. There is no benefit to domesticating other species in the modern day, so if you’ve got a hankering for keeping a wild animal as a pet, instead try to find the domestic equivalent of that wild animal! There are several dog breeds that look and behave like wolves or foxes, pigeons and chickens can make great pet birds and have hundreds of colorful fancy breeds, rats can be just as intelligent and social as a small monkey (and less expensive and dangerous to boot,) and ferrets are pretty darn close to minks and otters! There’s no need to keep a wolf in a house when our ancestors have already spent 20,000+ years to make them house-compatible.

🐖 This was stated in the infographic, but I feel like I must again reiterate that domestic animals do not belong in the wild, and often become invasive when feral. Their genetics have been specifically altered in such a way that they depend on humans for optimal health. We are their habitat. This is why you only really see feral pigeons in cities, and feral cats around settlements. They are specifically adapted to live with humans, so they stay even when unwanted. However, this does not mean they should live in a way that doesn’t put their health and comfort as a top priority! If we are their world, it is our duty to make it as good as possible. Please research any pet you get before bringing them home!