#you can see how i struggled drawing him its embarrassing

[kiwimillipede]

my brain is filled with scudlertron worms.

[heartfullofleeches]

Pizza boy brie forgetting to get out of cosplay before going to readers house because he was pressed for time. Maybe wearing a maid dress.

Yan "Pizza Boy" + Reader

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Presenting himself live to an audience of hundreds couldn't hold a candle to how exposed Brie felt in that moment-

The frilly headpiece. Flowing skirt, framing the meat of his thighs stuffed into those slim, black stockings. A pink apron held tightly between his knees - its length exceeding the trim of the dress, masking any undesirable sight from view. You'd already seen this much, but for some reason showing you his underwear would be the final nail in the coffin for him. The sun had set enough where the transparent aspect of his panties may go noticed, but he couldn't live with the shame of you seeing him so intimately without having properly expressed his feelings-

"P... pizza's here."

Brie swallows thickly. How could he have fucked up his chances with you this badly? Everyone knows that the key to a successful business and continued from customers is good food, quality service, and speedy delivery. While Brie didn't have plans on opening up a pizza joint of his own - he couldn't lose you to another before he found a better excuse to pop up randomly at your door. It was all he had in terms of interacting with you. You'd problem never want to see him again after this. He felt like the biggest pervert in the world. Not only had he tainted your pizza with the physical release of his love, but here he was at your door dressed as a lustful maid.

The expression on your face isn't clear at first. Brie can hardly make sense of anything with his head spinning, struggling and failing to find an excuse for his attire. Dazedly, he watches the corners of your lips draw upwards in a smile. A small snicker of laughter from you washes away the dread like the calm after a storm - magnified by the words that follow after.

"Delivery and a show. The place you work at is bound to close if they aren't charging each for this. You start work after a costume party or something?"

Brie thanks the stars for the escape you've unknowingly gifted him. "T-that's right! I was gonna borrow a uniform from someone, but everyone kinda dared me to make my deliveries wearing this. Thankfully, I had some sneakers in the back of my car or I'd be driving all over town in high heels!"

"Good for your feet, but almost a shame for me. I'm sure you'd look great in them."

As embarrassing as the night started, Brie would be a fool to waste such a prime opportunity-

"I still have them in my car if you'd like to see me in them."

[evielmostdefinitely]

I know you must be busy, but i just have to share this with you. You can get to it whenever you want to. Can you write about reader and coryo finding out that reader is pregnant? You can do whatever you want with that. Anyway, i love your work so much and please never stop writing. You write for coryo so perfectly ❤️ thank you

sprouting in spring |coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, you and coryo find out you're pregnant.

also sorry for the delay, i've just been super busy with life. going to try to update more!

contains: pregnancy. female reader. dark/possessive coryo. mentions of struggles getting pregnant/ infertility. duke reader. language. capitol!reader.

“It will only take a moment, Mrs. Snow.” Doctor Crane nodded, sealing the vial of your blood. You pretended not to see the way his hands shook when your assigned Peacekeeper adjusted the gun in his arms. His uniform had been modified, all the Peacekeeper’s had, the newest order your husband had put out. 

It felt colder somehow when the doctor left, a Peacekeeper following him closely. The sterile room with its too bright lights that made you squint at the harshness, stomach turning with nerves. 

You wished Coriolanus was here. You weren’t sure why this time you were so anxious, why you missed him so. He only came to a handful of your appointments, the ones his schedule would allow for. Since the two of you began trying, Coryo insisted you were to be tested every single day. 

“I want to know the moment it happens.” Coriolanus had rasped, eyes dark with a primal need, still buried deep inside you. “I don’t want a single second to pass by without me knowing.”  

So everyday at three, precisely, the Capitol’s doctor would usher you into the same frigid room, and draw a small vile of blood to test. Each day, so far, he’d come back with negative results. With each passing day, the both of you began to worry. Doctor Crane had mentioned at the last appointment that there were treatments available, other options, if this problem persisted. 

You were glad Coriolnaus wasn’t there for that appointment. You knew he’d be able to sense your upset at the poor choice of words the doctor used- that he’d have his head for insinuating that you were the issue. 

The door latched, startling you from your thoughts, your stomach plummeting at the neutrality on Crane’s face- the same as it was every day, always bringing the news you weren’t looking for. 

“Mrs. Snow,” Doctor Crane sat, the familiar papers in his hands, only this time- they didn’t shake. 

You steeled yourself, a slow inhale to steady your nerves, your emotions, at least until you returned to the sanctuary of your home.

 “Congratulations.” The sigh never came, your breath hitching and halting in your throat with surprise. 

Crane gave a soft smile, passing the papers towards you. “You’ve tested positive.” If his words weren’t enough, there in bold letters were the results- Pregnant. 

“I-I- Really?” You squeaked. You hated how dull you sounded, knowing Coryo would be embarrassed of your lack of composure. 

Crane didn’t seem to notice, nodding instead. “Yes, Mrs. Snow.” He stood. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.” 

Your ears rang, the new found reality not yet setting in. Crane’s instructions falling dull against your racing mind, thoughts consumed and rushing with only one thing- Coriolanus. 

You couldn’t wait to tell him, nearly running through the halls towards his office, clutching the results neatly in your hand. A shaking hand lifted to knock on the large door of his office. 

“Who is it?” Coriolanus snapped, and you could picture his pinched expression, huffing with annoyance at the intrusion. 

“It’s me.” You called, looking into the camera above the door, biting back your own grin. “Let me in.” 

The mechanical whirr came, unlatching the door before you stepped through, carefully closing it back. Coriolanus stood when you entered, eyes narrowed in a predatory way that left you shivering. 

“What is it, my darling?” Coryo hummed, stepping towards you. “Has something happened?” 

“No- well, yes, but it’s not bad.” You stammered dumbly, head spinning with excitement. “I just came back from the doctor.” 

Coriolanus' face fell. “And?” He rasped, voice dropping to a near whisper. 

You swallowed your own gleeful giggles, lips pressed in a tight line to keep yourself from blurting out the good news. Instead, you handed him the papers, watching as he read it carefully. You didn’t miss the moment his expression fell, eyes widening, sending your tummy into flutterings of excitement. 

“You’re- It’s true?” Coriolanus whispered. Your heart sunk at his words, ached for him- always skeptical, your husband. So cynical in his trust, even with you, that his first reaction was to ask if the news was valid. 

“You’re pregnant?” Coryo’s voice cracked gently, leaving you swooning at the softness. 

“Yes,” You nodded, beaming. You looked radiant to him, so happy, so proud. “I-I couldn’t wait to tell you. I made them bring me here so I could share the news.” You grinned, hands closing over his sweetly. “We’re having a baby, Coryo.” 

Coriolanus nodded, tongue too thick in his own mouth to speak. He knew it was coming, thought about this day since the moment he’d started trying to impregnate you. Still, hearing it, seeing you in front of him spilling with excitement, it left him faltering. Desperate to regain control, to not give into himself and allow him the softness that inevitably always ruined him. 

“That’s wonderful news.” Coryo gave a soft smile. You found it to be forced. “What did the doctor say was to happen now?” 

You frowned, your face falling slightly. You’d waited for weeks to be able to tell him this, and now… this was his reaction? So clinical and cold, it made your stomach twist with nerves. 

“Well, he said I’d start vitamins to keep the baby healthy, and that’d we’d listen to the heart beat soon.” You muttered, your hands sliding from his. “Coryo, are you not excited?” Your eyes shone with a new wave of emotions, upset. “Is this not what you want?” 

Coryo’s heart lurched, pulling his thoughts out of the clouding fog he always found himself into. Spiraling need to have a plan, to be one step ahead of any possible risks at all times. 

“Of course, I’m happy, Petal.” Coryo cooed, hands sliding over your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m elated, truly, I am.” 

Your narrowing gaze told him you weren’t convinced. “Darling, don’t be cross with me.” He sighed. “This is… It’s a lot of news to take in for the both of us. Were you not shocked when they told you?” 

You frowned. “Yes.” You muttered, eyes casting down from his gaze. His hands pulled, lifting you back towards him. 

“Then allow me the same grace.” Coriolanus said, head dipping towards your own, so close your noses were nearly touching. 

As if to seal the deal, his hands slid from your face down to your abdomen, spreading across your stomach. Your body tingled with excited heat, squirming under his touch. “We’re having a baby.” Coryo muttered, eyes boring into where his hand laid, as if he could see the baby in there. 

“A baby.” You whispered, hand sliding over his, your wedding ring shining in the low light of his office. 

Coriolanus stood there, holding you in his office, hand still cradling your stomach as his new reality set in around him. That he was to be a father, that he finally had done what he always wanted to- sired an heir. Even after the marriage, Coriolanus was wary that you might leave him. That his reign would end, but now, he knew you’d be with him for life. You and the baby.

[chuubian]

Kinktober week two:

Hot To Go!

Tags Boothill x fem saloon maid reader, his dick vibrates, drinking, semi-public

Summary A handsome cowboy walks into the saloon without any credits. Before you can kick him out and report him, he offers to pay another way.

The loud screeching of old hinges draws your attention out of your work and to the front door. A weird looking cowboy comes in. He's completely made of steel except for his pale face, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. His heavy boots bang against the decaying slabs of wood flooring, then he sits at the bar, staring silently— waiting for you to service him. Putting the glasses and rag down, you head over to him.

“Hello sir, what can I get you?”

“A double tequila, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow. That's it?

“Just tequila? nothing else?”

“I can handle it.”

You shrug, walking back to grab him a glass, pouring in two shots of the clear liquid and sliding it in front of him. He grins— sharp teeth taking you by surprise. Did he purposely sharpen his teeth? The man reaches for his glass, tossing it back and drinking the straight liquor easily. You cringe just watching him.

“You seriously drink like that in the middle of the day?”

“Oh it’s nothin’… ‘s like water to me.”

Nose scrunching in disgust, you recoil at the thought of it. It's like 2 pm who in the world would think to drink this. He chuckles at your expression, sitting up and leaning forward— cheek leaning onto his cold, metal fist.

“Shouldn't you be glad I'm here, darlin’? Good for business, isn't it?”

He looks around the empty room.

“I'm the only one here, that's money you wouldn't have made otherwise.”

So that's how he sees it huh…

“Then it's 30,000 credits.”

He pauses, eyes widening. The clanging of iron sounds through the room as he sits up straight.

“Ain't that a bit expensive, sweetheart?”

You cross your arms.

“That's the set price. If you're saying you can't pay, then I'm gonna have to get the sheriff over here.”

That seems to astound him. He immediately starts fussing, leaning over the bar to try and calm you down.

“Now, now dear… We don't gotta go that far! come on, I'm in town all the time, you know me right?”

“No i don't, I've never seen you here. I don't even know your name.”

Clunky metal fingers run through his black and white hair as he puts his hat down on the counter in front of him.

“Boothill. See? now you know me.”

“If you don't pay, I'm calling the sheriff over here. I'm not kidding.”

Sharp nails dig into the wooden counter— he leans back, thinking of ways to deescalate the situation.

“Why don't we find some other way to repay you huh? We don't need to get law enforcement involved in somethin’ so small right?”

You consider it. It's not like your boss would know anyways, it wasn't even that much alcohol.

“What do you have in mind?”

—————-

The wind gets knocked out of your lungs as Boothill drags his rough tongue over your clit. His sharp metallic claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, trying to keep your unruly hips still. A choked whine gets caught in your throat as he sucks harshly on the sensitive little nub— it's like barbed wire has been wrapped around your throat, constricting any sound that may escape.

“Aghh… f-fuck!”

The only response from him is a harsh bite to your inner thigh, before he dives back in. He's like a man starved, consuming you completely. A hot wet tongue makes its way down to your entrance, teasing and taunting, with the intention of pushing in.

Your fingers thread through his long, black and white patterned hair— pulling, out of necessity to keep your peace of mind. Boothill slips inside and an embarrassing squelch echoes through the empty saloon.

“Don't move.”

He warns, holding you up against the old bar. Practically all your weight is leaning on his kneeling form— your legs were trembling terribly, struggling to hold up properly. Gummy walls squeeze around his tongue, gushing out more slick. He lets out a low moan, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.

“Sooo good…”

His words slur together. One of his fingers finds its way up to your puffy, abused clit, drawing little circles. Sparks flash behind your eyes and guttural moans bubble past your lips.

“Nghh… B-boothill!”

This only seems to encourage him more. He drags his tongue back out of your entrance. Your pussy feels empty without him, clenching around nothing— already becoming used to the force against your walls. Tugging him closer, you grind your cunt down onto his lips, trying to get more. That's all you need, just a little more.

“Needy, huh?”

He chuckles, lips wrapping around your over sensitive clit, sucking and licking at it harshly. You double over, stomach and thighs tensing from need and overwhelming pleasure. His steel palms feel surprisingly warm against your skin, gently caressing instead of digging in like before.

“Mmmf..! O-oh god Boothill!”

Eyes watering, back arching, grasping and pulling at his long locks, you finally come undone. A loud ringing resounds through your head, leaving your brain fuzzy and confused. You don't even process what's going on until Boothill’s bulky hands are turning you around, pushing your chest down onto the old wooden bar.

“You ready?"

Icy metal presses against you from behind. His grip on your hips is painful— he's sure to leave marks and bruises painted across your skin. You open your mouth to respond, but before any words leave your lips, he pushes in.

You keen high in the back of your throat as his hips sink home. Squirming, you try to adjust to his cock. It proves to be an impossible feat- especially when you abruptly feel the vicious whirr or his dick against your walls.

"W-waaiit-"

You only manage to utter a single word of protest. As soon as it leaves your mouth, Boothill pulls his hips back and slams back in. Controlling himself is inconceivable at this point. He sets a brutal pace, grinding cock up into you, nails biting into your flesh.

All you could do was whimper and wail in garbled mumbles. He didn't stop even for one second. Your back arched, as your face was smushed against the counter— dragging against the old wood, scratching your skin.

"Fuck. sweetheart...."

He trails off, lost in the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his vibrating cock. Leaning forward, he nips at the shell of your ear. The sting only amplifies the feeling of immense bliss. Your legs shake with effort— it was like nothing you've ever felt before. Drunk off the sensation of him working himself in and out, your cunt clutching onto him- trying to suck him in.

It's all too much. Your eyesight is blurring and a lump forms in your throat. The knot in the pit of your tummy is straining and tensing. Boothill buries himself deeper, pelvis striking against the supple flesh of your ass. His cock is carving out a space for itself, pulsating against your walls.

"Hnngh.. B-boothil..."

His strong hand leaves your hips, settling itself on your shoulder, keeping you down.

"That's right sweetheart. Just like that."

All the blood rushes to your head as his dick thrust into your sweet spot. Your body is boiling— overwhelmed and about to burst. He doesn't stop, taking enjoyment in seeing you struggle. Slick is dripping down your pussy to the junction between you and the ruthless man. Your mushy walls make way for him, surrendering under pressure. All you can hear is a loud buzz, as your body focuses on the euphoria it feels under his expert touch.

Incoherent babbles erupt from your lungs. Your hips twitch, fucking themselves back on his cock mindlessly. He's getting desperate. Shocking cold steel presses against your back as the vibrations spread through your entire body. The knot forming in your belly bursts and fire flows inside your veins. The heat is sweltering and mind boggling.

Nails claw against the splintering wood, frantic for any way to hold onto your sanity. Your throat burns, lungs heaving and wheezing, desperate for air. Sweat drips down your forehead, glistening under the bright sunlight shining through the window.

The tremors in your thighs simmer down and Boothill pulls away, massaging your poor exhausted legs.

"How was that?"

You struggle to answer, but he wasn't really looking for an answer anyways. He helps you clean up— wiping the sweat and slick off your skin, dressing you tenderly. Making sure you look just as nice as when he first came in before anyone else walks in.

[itgirlgyu]

ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　‎ ‎‎ ‎ : ‎ how would enhypen react to you farting?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎enha x 𝒢en!reader. ⠀𓈒 ◌⠀humor! headcanons. 🗯 wc ˒ 0654! warnings── ✩͏ this isn't even my fault if you really think about it. it's actually heeseungs fault. ever since he said he liked when engenes fart it has been on my head constantly. ︶ིྀᩧ 𝒫 ls don't read it if you're sensitive. ༄

──HEESEUNG ˒

looks at you with so much shock that you feel like you've done extremely something wrong to him.

but then breaks out in the biggest grin ever.

gets cozy and clingy to you while pulling out an air freshener out of nowhere.

“I've always kept this on me dreaming of day, you've made me the happiest man ever.”

and you're like… okay? but you don't hate it of course.

“that means you eat well silly, I'm so happy. “

sets this as an anniversary date in his phone as "fartversary" in front of you to celebrate and then skips away to reserve dinner reservation to celebrate it further.

──JAY ˒

gazes at you with his eyes brimming with understanding and acceptance.

places his band on top of yours in a silent acknowledgement and you almost tear up with embarrassment but he thinks it's out of love so it works out fine.

says he's going to get the air freshener but comes back with a cake and party poppers.

he really wants to celebrate this new step into the relationship with you

and who are you to deny him.

you see him crossing out something in his phone but you don't dare question the rest of the relationship steps.

──JAKE ˒

you blame it on his dog.

and he's like, “damn i gotta focus on her diet what is she eating to stink up the house like that.“

it makes you want to cry but at least he doesn't pry about it further.

but snowballs into him taking his dog to the vet to see what changes need to made into its diet and you're biting your nails in horror.

you don't know if you should come clean or not.

the fear slowly begins to draw its claw into your skin as you tether on the edge of over thinking that jake is already aware of it.

you let it fester until you can't take it anymore and confess it to him one day.

jake: oh okay.

──SUNGHOON ˒

knows you did it but he doesn't want to embarrass you so he doesn't even mention it.

but you can see him struggling

his eyeballs are shaking rapidly as he tries to talk while holding his breath to make it seem like he really didn't hear or smell anything.

although he's not breathing until all of the smell goes away

he may love you enough not to mention your stink attack but there's no way he's inhaling your toxic fumes.

──SUNOO ˒

looks at you in shock while you're in the middle of ripping it out.

frozen in shock, but in a demure way, through the whole thing.

when you try to make a joke about it, he tells you to cut it out.

it was very traumatic for him to hear you fart for more than fifteen seconds

and he'd like forget about it.

you don't know if you should try your luck or not but meekly you put forth the suggestion that he can do it as well.

but the look of horror and contempt he throws your way makes it clear he would actually break up if you bring it up again once more.

──JUNGWON ˒

does not mention it, doesn't acknowledge it, doesn't even move an inch.

you might think he turned into a statue due to shock.

so you try to ease the situation.

“jungwon i think I did i—”

“no you did not.”

although he's concerned about your stomach so after a while he's like, why don't we try to drink antacid for fun?

──RIKI ˒

gets scared at the sound but then tries to play it off because he's a tough guy.

but he's also a softie inside.

so to make you feel at ease he rips one as well.

looks at you with a generous smile like damn where will you find a man like that?

it may or may not develop into a farting competition.

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[mrinafria]

[contains spoilers]

I'm an eternal digger of good narrative techniques. A decent story becomes great in my eyes if the narrative is done right. And it's one of the hardest things to do really, since there's no one-size-fits-all rule for what technique works well with a particular story and what doesn't. One of the primary reasons I keep obsessing over Lovely Runner is its' narrative technique. In all honesty, if it had a linear, singular narrative, I would not be hyperventilating over it on a constant basis (I still would just a certain amount, because both Byeon Woo Seok and Kim Hye Yoon deserve awards for what they are doing). One reason it has managed to knock it out off the park and take the top spot in my forever-favorite list is how wonderfully well the narrative is done.

The primary perspective used in this show is Im Sol's. It's through her we're introduced to the story. Her perspective gives shape to the plot, the characters, because we learn things through her. Her perspective is absolutely critical for exposition. Without her thoughts and way of viewing things, you would never realize why saving Seon Jae means so much to her, or why she would bend the rules and bulldoze ahead when it comes to his safety (exhibit A, her leaving home on the day of the accident, despite knowing about her fate). She'd rather have him alive than have him in her life. Without her narrative, you'd think it's really all about a fan saving her idol (thanks to everyone who'd rejected the script listening to that pitch by the way, I'm grateful we have BWS and KHY as the leads because of that, I would not change it for anyone else). With Im Sol's perspective, you realize, she is not just a fan: she's an ardent admirer, a cheerleader, a well-wisher, a protector, an invisible friend trying to support her friend any way she can, someone who respects Seon Jae, sees him as an idol but also as a human, someone who wants to give back to him the same kindness, empathy and love she had once received from him over a radio call. To her, Seon Jae is first a guardian angel and then an idol, the angel who changed her view of life, made her appreciate things even amidst all that could be wrong with the world and her life. He saved her. Not just on that day at the hospital but every time she struggled and faltered since then, he was there, as invisible as it may have been. So this time, she wants to save him, no matter the price.

Then comes Seon Jae. Oof. If Im Sol's perspective gives the story its beautiful, beautiful shape, Seon Jae's perspective breathes literal life in to the body of the story. The show wouldn't be what it is today if not for his perspective. Without his view into things, Im Sol appears as a fangirl going to extreme measures to save her idol, clinging onto him like a monkey (yes I mean the poster) embarrassing the heck out of herself, making you cringe (in a good, enjoyable way) throughout. Then you reach the end of episode 2 and it knocks the breath out of you because WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. It all clicks.

All this while we kept thinking Seon Jae was caught off guard and just kind enough to tolerate her antics, and maybe he'd slowly fall for her now, only to realize we were completely oblivious to a whole different side of the story. If Im Sol's narrative draws you in and keeps you hooked, making you root for her to succeed, it's Seon Jae's narrative that makes you irredeemably fall in love with them and sincerely, genuinely, desperately hope they get their happy ending together after all the storm.

And the motifs. Walking/running, for instance. I'll focus on just one scene here. I recall seeing a bts where KHY is discussing the OG 2008 accident scene, and it explains how she has to slow down, while running away, for just a moment, only to be hit by the taxi driver. Have you ever been in a situation of absolute panic, desperation and stress, then suddenly found a familiar face or a name or a thing you could connect to, and felt a wave of relief rush through you? She sees Seon Jae, a person who is calling out her name. Even if she didn't know him back then, the fact that he knew her (and that he had his uniform on), gives her a sense of safety she badly needed that moment. That momentary relief, so visible in her features, then overtakes the crippling fear she felt running in the middle of nowhere with no one in sight in the dead of the night. Her body, already exhausted beyond anything, responds to the relief she feels for those few seconds, slowing down her steps.

And that is when she is caught off-guard and hit. That also might have added to Im Sol's anger at the hospital when she is screaming at Seon Jae, her internal anguish that if only she had not paused seeing Seon Jae, and kept on running, then maybe she wouldn't be hit, wouldn't fall, wouldn't lose her ability to walk. It's one thing to have tropes and symbolic things, but it's a very different thing to know how to use them effectively so they elicit very specific types of emotions/reactions out of people. Lovely Runner excels in that. All kdramas more or less have 'things' that take on different meanings for the couples/viewers. It's the way motifs are used to narrate the story in this one that has me going back over and over again to all the episodes aired so far. These are not just their 'things', these are 'things' that drive the plot forward, tell you about their characters, their personal motivations, what they mean to each other and so much more.

This is getting longer that I intended it to be so will end with this. I feel valued when watching Lovely Runner. And I've seen people saying the same thing. It feels like they respect your critical thinking skills, and your ability to infer, so they don't spoon-feed you everything from the get-go, and you can't predict much despite it being primarily a rom-com. You'd be pulling your hair out (again, in a good way) trying to figure out what they will show next, and you will be somewhat or very far from the truth, which will compel you to think further about the story, the characters, long after an episode has aired...I can't remember the last time it happened with a drama. I love this storytelling.

[scenesniper]

Howdy howdy!!

Could I request some NSFW Ganji Gupta hcs? No pressure, I’m new to this blog so just ignore if you aren’t comfortable with writing it or smth!

☆ ganji gupta ; general nsfw headcanons

pairing / ganji gupta x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / established relationship, dry humping

word count / 882 words

author's note / no worries anon! this ask doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, i love ganji a lot and have been meaning to write about him so thank you for this request and i hope you enjoy my blog!

☆ ganji is not sexually experienced whatsoever. in fact, he never had the occasion to really indulge in his sexual needs, only if necessary for his body. he’s sincere but also, intimidated by the thought of ever having sex with anyone.

☆ you will have to be far in a committed, established relationship with ganji before he wants to go deeper than the surface. he sees sex as sacred, only wanting to make love to the person he knows for certain that he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with.

☆ sex with ganji is very slow paced and deeply intimate, wanting to cherish each second and memory with you. his eyes, usually always on you, are turning away out of embarrassment from the situation. he’s not used to it and having you see him naked, he doesn’t know how to act. however, seeing you whole, he can’t take your eyes off of you. he wants to remember this sight forever.

☆ he will give you soft, loving kisses that will linger every now and then. almost peppering. “you’re beautiful.” he’ll look at you, then leaning in to kiss your forehead. those shy kisses will turn into kisses of want and pure need. he’s completely drunk on your lips, biting the inside of your mouth which will cause it to be swollen for days.

☆ he’ll part lips, a string of saliva leaving in its’ wake. evidence of his work and you, all so breathless. if you ever try to part away first, he’ll comply but when he’s so drunk by your taste, he’ll (gently and) firmly grab the back of your head and push his lips deeper in yours.

☆ he loves having sex in a dark setting and is very gentle the entire time, always making sure that you’re comfortable and happy with this arrangement. he’s not a very talkative person in general and in bed, he’s not verbal much. he’s much bigger on actions than words but having you be verbal for him, he loves all of the sounds you make for him. he finds it absolutely adorable from you to be so happy by him.

☆ he doesn’t make much sounds, only the occasional grunt and deep breaths that hitches his voice. when the lights are turned on and his expression is exposed to you, you can see him biting his lip, practically drawing blood on it and his face contorted with the struggle of pleasure.

☆ ganji’s hand placement is to die for, no matter what, his hands are always on your body. he loves you taking him in and cupping your face with his hands, wiping any stray tear from you. and whether its’ his hand pressing onto your womb, your abdomen, waist, or spine, the way he grazes on your skin adoringly is electrifying. “you’re so beautiful, love..”

☆ ganji’s is much bigger than average, a whopping 7 and 8 inches with his tip a pretty pink color. taking him in is no easy feat and he knows this, he will give you soft squeezes on your body, affirming how good you’re taking his cock. “look love, you’re doing so good..” as he presses his dick deep in your womb. “see baby..” as he leans down, kissing your forehead.

☆ he loves to mark you in places where he knows others can’t ever see and loves you marking his neck. it’s one of his guilty pleasures, knowing that he’ll ever have the pleasure of having to see you in all of the markings he personally did for you. and although he’s not the biggest fan of hickies on his neck, he loves the tingling and burning feeling of you marking him and that is something he can never deny as he’s often seen with a hellhole of brandings made by you.

☆ he loves dry humping. his dick will be practically protruding out the fabric of his pants and precum practically staining it but he doesn’t care, he’s only interested in grinding himself to your clothed panties. he loves the feeling of his cock being restricted and wanting to be in you, he’ll eventually won’t be able to take it anymore and cum in his pants and then hurriedly unbuckling his belt to do the real thing.

☆ balls deep in you and all sweaty, moments like these makes him feel so overwhelmed with feeling. he’ll confess randomly the entire time with you, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing it. “i love you so much, i’m so happy to be by your side. thank you for being in my life.” he’ll confess suddenly, hoping that you can feel how happy he is as well.

☆ aftercare with ganji would be him cleaning up and helping you clean up as well. he wishes to be held by you, with you petting his head and him clenching you back. he’ll talk to you about his past in india and how he so yearns to feel the ground of his country once more. his voice wavering a bit by the end of it. you know he’s homesick but he’ll fall asleep in your arms, finding comfort and familiarity of home from you. just having you is enough for him to keep on going.

[steddietogo]

Eddie finds Steve’s green sweatshirt one day after getting surprise dunked in the pool at Casa Harrington by his own sheep. It’s soft and worn like it was once Steve’s favorite thing to wear but now it lays forgotten at the back of his closet.

Eddie doesn’t think much about it, just picks it up and pulls it on. Its just him and Steve in the kitchen when he gets back. The others are arguing about which movie to put on while Steve heated up dinner for all of them like a dutiful housewife. The thought makes him laugh.

Steve turns around at the sound of his voice. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just. You pretend to get mad when the kids call you mom but here you are, being all—” He waves his hands about trying to convey his point but Steve is already distracted.

“That sweatshirt,” Steve has a frown on his face, but it’s not exactly a bad one. Eddie wonders when he learned to read Steve like that.

He gives Steve a twirl. “Do I look good in it?” Steve smiles, doesn’t deny it.

“You know, I fought my first demogorgan in it,”

“Woah,” Eddie looks down at it, feeling something akin to wonder when he smooths his palms over the fabric.

“Yeah,”

“God, Harrington,” Eddie looks up grinning. “You gotta keep a priceless artefact like this safe,” Steve rolls his eyes and goes to pull the pizza out of the oven. He’s still smiling though.

Eddie follows, then plants his butt on the counter so he can see Steve’s face. “Is that why you don’t wear it anymore?”

Steve’s cheeks puff out like a chipmunk when he sighs heavily. Eddie has the sudden urge to pinch them.

“Kinda, at first,” He doesn’t look at Eddie when he speaks. “I don’t even know why I kept it, you know? I kinda just wanted to burn every evidence of that night,”

Eddie nods and goes to gather plates for everyone. He should say it. Steve trusted him enough to share, Eddie should too right? He hasn’t said it out loud. Not to Wayne, not to the upside down scientists approved therapist. But he could tell Steve. Steve gets it. And Eddie so badly wants to talk about it, maybe cry a little. Because out of all the things that had happened, this one really breaks his heart.

Eddie startles when a hand softly presses into the small of his back. “You okay there?” Steve has his head tilted to the side to see Eddie better and this time the frown on his face spells worry.

“I can’t play my guitar,” he blurts out. And the words rush out of him all at once. “I can’t do it, I mean I get nightmares and shit, you know. And sometimes my scars hurt so much at night that I can’t even sleep. But this one really takes the cake, like, I pick her up and my heart starts racing and I can’t breath—” It’s happening again. His chest tightens to the point that he struggles to draw in a breath and his vision blurs out as his eyes fill with tears and— oh god he’s going to die in Steve’s kitchen.

“No, Eddie you’re not going to die, I promise,” says a steady voice firm enough that he almost believes it. Then warm hands pull him into an even warmer body. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, listens to Steve telling him how to breath and slowly, after a long while, the knot starts to loosen and breathing comes easier. Steve doesn’t stop running a soothing hand over his back as Eddie sags into him, suddenly winded. His fists are balled into Steve’s shirt like a scared little kid.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles when he’s gathered enough energy to start feeling embarrassed at how quickly he fell apart.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I swear, happens to the best of us,”

Eddie snorts, “Okay mom,” Steve swats at his arm. Eddie finally pulls away after a while. “Think I really needed that,”

“Hey, if you want, you can come over and trying playing over here?” Steve shrugs. “Maybe a change of location can help, I’ll even hold your hand through it,”

“How am I supposed to play if you’re holding my hand, dummy,” Eddie snarks, hiding his smile behind his hair. “But I’ll think about your offer,” There’s literally nothing to think about, what was he going to say, no? Steve’s answering look tells Eddie he knows too.

And if Eddie leans into Steve when he put his arm around Eddie in the sofa while sharing a blanket, well that’s his business.

[lild00td00t]

Straw Hats with a Shy! S/O

Part 1

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ussop

I love shy, quiet people, they are my jam !! Part 2 will be up when it’s finished, and will include: Robin, Nami, Franky and Brook! Enjoy ! ~

Luffy

• Will definitely be your voice if you need it, he loves talking enough for the both you so things work out favorably with Luffy.

• If anyone ever asks why you’re so quiet or don’t talk to them he gets defensive on your part, asking why they’re bothering you in the first place

• If he ever senses you’re uncomfortable he’ll draw attention to himself to get eyes off you

• When he does, it’s in the most asinine way possible

• “ YOU GUYS WANNA SEE IF I CAN EAT THIS WHILE ITS STILL ON FIRE “

• Hypes you up to do stuff, say you’re making a call or you ordered on your own, he’ll pat you on the back and be like “ yeah that was awesome ! “

• So sweet, but he can definitely be overwhelming with how boisterous and out going he is, sometimes he might push alittle too much to get his S/O out of their comfort zone

• Id give him a 7/10

Zoro

• Probably loves how quiet you are, especially when he’s drinking, he loves a calm drinking partner

• Like many of the Straw Hats he’ll get very defensive on your part if people tell you to speak up, won’t tolerate people picking on you for being quiet either

• He lets you lean into him or hold his arm if you’re feeling shy, he’ll probably try to look more intimidating to others so they’ll leave you two alone

• Zoro isn’t much of a people person either, so he’d rather be in secluded and low activity places.

•he’ll gladly find you a space so you can both relax and decompress

• I’d give Zoro a 9/10 with a shy S/O, mostly because he won’t make you feel overwhelmed, and while he’s not vocally encouraging you most of the time he does actively urge you through other means to do daily tasks you might struggle in <3

Sanji

• Will kick a hole in someone’s face if they ever tell you to speak up

• The absolute sweetest of all the Straw Hats with a Shy S/O

• He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or in need of alone time, he’ll make you a nice warm cup of tea and probably set out a chair on the deck for you to relax in

• Will definitely tell Luffy to keep it down for you, and WILL resort to violence if he doesn’t, if his S/O wants peace and quiet then SHH!

• 100% sends food back if it’s not cooked how you like or came with something you don’t like, he won’t make a big deal about it either since he knows it’ll probably embarrass you, but is always willing to be your voice when you need it

• Very keen listener who is also observant, he can read your body language and tell if you’re uncomfortable, he has signals for the two of you if you ever want to leave somewhere!

• He will either coddle his S/O or try his best to encourage them, but he doesn’t want them to feel smothered, he’s so supportive honestly

• I give Sanji a 10/10 with a Shy S/O!

Ussop

• Honestly he’s the funniest with a shy S/O

• If you give him permission, he’ll tell people an impossibly HUGE lie about how you lost your voice and why you can’t speak, whether or not people believe it is the tricky part

• He loves having you sit with him while he fishes, unlike Luffy you don’t eat all the bait AND you’re a great ear, so it’s a win win !

• Like Sanji he’s extremely observant, maybe it’s the Haki, maybe it’s because he’s an awesome boyfriend, regardless he can read your expressions and body languages with ease

• The second he sees you’re uncomfortable though, VERY much like his captain and best friend Luffy, he’ll draw attention to himself

• Will definitely encourage you to try and get out of your comfort zone, hes not pushy or commanding but very gentle about it too

• If you order something over the phone or manage to have a conversation with someone you don’t know well he’ll definitely voice how proud he is of you!

• I give Ussop a 10/10 with a shy S/O <3

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Who's ready for a hung bottom Kaiba? Jou is. 😈

From the Old Friends universe. Finally writing that hung Kaiba lore. This takes place on Jou's birthday, so it will probably not be posted for a while even if I finish it soon. Oops.

Blowjob and banter under the cut.

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The moment he released Katsuya, the man unbuttoned Seto's shirt with unimaginable speed. Seto struggled free of it and his undershirt while Katsuya kissed a ticklish trail from his sternum to his belly. Resting on his elbows, he could only watch helplessly as the man made his journey south. He nearly choked on his spit when Katsuya nuzzled his face into the patch of soft hair peeking out of his waistband. Air fled his lungs as Katsuya worked his belt and trousers open. Seto's cock strained against his underwear, leaving a embarrassing moist spot on the front.

Katsuya nuzzled the tent in his pants too. His hot breath made Seto's cock twitch with want. "Always wondered if your dick's as pretty as the rest of you. Time to unwrap you and see for myself. Hah, happy birthday to me."

"Katsuya—" Seto gasped. His hands shot out to slow him for a second, but he only grasped empty air.

Cool air washed over the head of his cock, but hot breath followed as Katsuya sealed his lips around the tip and gave it a filthy kiss. Seto's mind blanked. His hands fell to his side and fisted in the duvet as Katsuya drew inch after inch after inch of his cock free from its prison.

"Holy shit," Katsuya swore, audibly incredulous. "You're huge."

This was the reason relationships became tricky when sex became part of the equation.

Seto swallowed, but the lump in his throat didn't disappear. For a second, he didn't dare look at the other man's face. Having a cock of above average length could be tricky, especially when you were a man who slept with other men. Even gay men could get insecure about comparative penis size. Past a certain length, which Seto was, it became more uncomfortable to work with for everyone involved. It had proven to be a point of friction in a few of his previous relationships.

Unlike in pornos, having a big cock wasn't always a good thing in real life.

After inhaling a shaky breath, he pushed up onto his elbows so he could see the man still anchored between his spread knees. Their eyes locked over the towering phallus.

Katsuya whistled, but there was no derision or disgust or apprehension in his gaze. Merely lust and excitement. "Damn, no wonder you strutted around with all that big dick energy in high school. You're hung."

Seto groaned, but from exasperation rather than pleasure. "Katsuya, please don't make a big deal out of this."

Katsuya laughed, breathless. "How can I not when you're literally a huge deal?"

He traced a finger along the underside of Seto's stiff erection, drawing a line of molten arousal. When he wrapped a hand around the base, he gave another soft huff of wonder.

Seto's mouth fell open, another plea on his tongue for his companion to put the matter to rest. That they had better things to better occupy themselves with. It stayed open in a wordless gape, a gasp and a moan eking out of him as Katsuya sucked the tip of his cock into his hot, wet mouth. Instinctively, he bucked into the heat, sinking in further.

Katsuya made a choked sound but he didn't pull away. Working his tongue and lips in tandem, the man steadily swallowed half of Seto's length. A strangled noise scratched at Seto's throat as he felt himself nudge against the entrance to Katsuya's throat. With a pop, Katsuya peeled off him, gasping for air. Seto felt as dumbstruck as Katsuya looked, with his spit-slicked lips and mouth hanging open as he panted.

But it only lasted a second before Katsuya screwed his face in determination. How could Seto forget what a stubborn fool he could be?

"Let's try that again." The slight rasp in his voice could only be described as pure sex. He went down on Seto's cock again without hesitation.

[solargeist]

Does Grian reflect some of the manerisms Aether treated him with when he was with the Watchers onto baby Xelqua? I think you said before that he didn't really have parents so him only kinda knowing how to parent because of being treated like a child back with the Watchers is really sad and really cute

Also since after season eight Xelqua can come and go as he pleases does that mean that Aether and Flora can to? Or at least see what's going on there with Watcher magic and stuff?

oh yes ! i've thought abt that before !! but wasn't sure how to draw it, but yes ! Grian does accidentally mimic Aether, even with things he didn't like.

Like, the Watchers used to coo over how cute he is, showing off his wings or commenting on his height, making him feel small and embarrassed--but they did this out of genuine adoration. Grian sorta does mimic this with Xelqua, he's so small its ridiculous, isn't it ? But look at his ears, they're so big ! Grian does this bc he does think its cute. (xelqua likes the attention at least haha)

Tho with some things, Grian remembers and purposely does the opposite, even tho its not exactly the best choice either. Like with food, he only got food if the Watchers allowed it/he asked, but Xelqua can pick and eat whatever he wants, whenever, and yes this would be good--but sometimes kids make bad choices and eat a lot of candy and get sick to their stomach, like, no you can't have the entire bag, lets put a few in a bowl, yknow ? He has to learn this, hard way ! Xelqua throws up on his rug.

Grian used to get upset abt people messing with his food cabinets, bc he has a food hoarding issue due to food insecurity, but hes gotten more steady abt it.

But with a lot of parenting things, Grians sorta learned along his entire life, he's already 30 by time Xelquas around, and he raised Pearl--even if they were kids at the same time--it sorta helps now.

Grians also learning to relax and take things slower, not stress and overwork himself, thats something he also struggled with the Watchers, and he has to bite his tongue and swallow his disdain when Xelqua is being lazy (being a kid, rly) bc he's aware enough to know thats just the Watchers in his head, not his actual feelings.

Theres probably other moments, like i think when Xelqua hugs Grian's leg or leans against him, Grian ruffles his hair in a specific way he remembers Aether doing to him. But i can't think too much rn i'm sleepy !!

And !!! Thats an interesting thought, Xelqua..... in his natural form... is on his own level, he can do what he wants, rly. The Watchers........ Don't necessarily have a reason to go in and out of Hermitcraft, but they're aware of it now post s8. Since Watchers are based off viewers, i think they Watch the Hermits, but don't interact or control anything, its a sturdy world. I haven't rly thought abt this, i've had a few random ideas, like grian writing letters, but i dont know anything for sure. The AU around this point becomes a badly drawn horse i think ADGKAJK

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,804

Tw: Gun handling

Summary: After you finish your midterms, Leon vouch to teach you how to handle and shoot a gun. To have you to protect yourself when he takes his leave after three days.

𝚅𝙸.

You woke up sore, and an aching core.

You support yourself to sit up by your elbow you but hiss and jolt at the sudden ache you had on your lower back, you yawn and groan, moving your limbs to ease the stiff muscles. An arm tightens around your hip, startling you as you look down to see who; it’s Leon.

He does the have his shirt on, his muscles flexing as he frowns when you make small movements. You rub your eyelids with your wrist and stretch your arms up, good thing you wore some pajamas—did Leon dress you up?

“Stop moving so much…” Leon mutter, his voice tired and more deeper in the morning, making you froze in place as crimson creeps up to your cheeks and ear—getting turned on by his morning voice. “Sorry, did I wake you?” you apologized and asked, turning to him, lying down again and cuddling over to him. Burying your face to his chest.

“Didn’t know you’re a clingy type after se—” you hit him before finishing that last word. You frown at him and turn your back, “come here,” he coos, pulling you close—your back flush to his chest, his nose to the crook of your neck. Taking a deep breath as his breath tickles your neck.

You reach for your phone, ignoring Leon’s attempt to snatch your attention by brushing himself against you. You check the time and messages in your phone, “Midterms…” you mutter, dropping down your phone and groan. “What?” he asked, his chin resting to your shoulder.

“Gotta get ready…” you mutter and sat up, Leon’s arm still around your waist. Keeping you from getting off the bed, you struggle to make him let go, “can’t stay for today, princess?” he murmur, sitting up with you and resting his forehead to your neck.

“I would love to, but I have midterms.” You sigh in defeat, his fingers brushing against your abdomen, “sorry for last night, was I too rough?” he chuckle as he asked, you flush in embarrassment when you remembered how cock-drunk you were last night. Even going as far as calling Leon your daddy.

You hum in response, your body sinking in his touch. “What’s with the daddy kink, by the way?” he asked, obviously teasing you, “what do you mean? I don’t quite catch that.” You answered, pretending that you didn’t heard him.

“oh, look at the time. Time to go to school.” Quickly getting up and off your bed, catching Leon off guard as his grip suddenly loosen. You can feel his icy blues stare at your back, his gaze leaving a fire that’s been burning up and down to your back.

You look back and see him hold himself by his side, the pose that most people call paint-me-like-one-of-your-french-girls type of pose. The blanket covering his lower part, making him like a perfect nude model to sculpt and draw on.

Simply ignoring him as you get some things done, while Leon watches your every move.

“I remember when you told me you want to hold a gun,” Leon started the conversation in the car, wheel turning right as he drives you to school. It’s so unfortunate that your driver isn’t available for today because he had to rush back home because of his daughter—which you gave him permission to leave for the day.

You were stiff and tense in your sit, eyes on the road while Leon talks. You thought to yourself that you’re fortunate enough that you didn’t get killed by his third leg, you feel like he’s going to kill you with his driving skills. One part of you wishes that his license get revoked.

You hum to answer his question, low and meek. Leon turns to you and raise a brow, “something wrong?” you shake your head in response and sink your nails deeper to your seat. His hand found its way to your thigh and give it a squeeze, “don’t worry, I’m not going to crash us.” He assured, his thumb caressing your flesh.

“as I was saying,” Leon made a stop and got out of the car—unbuckling his seatbelt first, then circle around the car and open your door like a passenger princess you are. “After your exam, I’ll be here. And I will teach you how to hold a gun and shoot. What do you say?” Leon suggested, he swear he caught your eyes sparkling with delight. “Really?” you took his hand and got out of a car, as if you’re some royalty that deserve to be treated with such delicacy.

Leon nodded, brushing your knuckles with his thumb as he brought up to his face and his lips made contact with your hand. You blush and chuckle at his move, trying to pull your fingers out from his grasp, “stop that, you look like an idiot.”

“I know I can’t get inside with you because you told me that I’ll cause a distraction because students find me perfection.” He said before interlocking your fingers together, “which I find such bullshit.” You shake your head at him and pinch his cheeks.

“Pop quiz before I let you go,” Leon said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck, his blue bonds with the warmth of your glittering eyes. “What is a microprocessor?” he asked, you cleared your throat and confidently answered; “A microprocessor is an integrated circuit having all the functionality of a central processing unit of a PC.” You grin and he nodded, “good, good.”

His face dangerously close to yours, nose touching as he part his lips and ask again, “What is a programming language?”

“A programming language is a collection of grammar rules to instruct computers or computing devices to perform tasks!” you yelp but answered correctly again, his hands were tickling your sides as you both hear a familiar shout from the distance, “bitch! I have called you for a w…” Sarina had gone silent as she saw the two of you, being all lovey-dovey. “Holy shit.”

“Girl!” The grin spreading to your friends face made you retreat from Leon’s touch, you know damn well that she’ll be asking you questions once you two got inside campus. Leon chuckle and held your hand before you leave, “want some Spanish latte after your midterm?” he asked, you nodded and smiled. “Text me when you finish your exam.”

“okay!” you walk up to Sarina and she gave you a bump on the shoulder, Leon got inside his car and drove away—looking at you from the side mirror as he drove off, seeing you wave him goodbye.

Sarina clung to your shoulder, pulling you as she couldn’t wait any longer to hear what kind of tea you’ll be sharing with her.

Walking around the hallways until you both found your respective class, your professor scaring the two of you at the door then giving the paper with a smile in his face. Laughing at you and your friends reaction, which got Sarina almost hitting the prof.

“by the way, girl. Why do you walk like that?” Sarina asked, taking the paper and walking beside you, tilting your head with confusion, you asked her, “what do you mean?”

“You walk like you just got fucked.” You hit her shoulder with the paper you’re holding and sat beside her, she made a small ‘o’ with her lips, pouting why you’d hit her when she just asked, “unless, you….” She raised a brow, your eyes rolled as you take your pen and write down your name, “take the test or keep gossiping.” You mutter.

“girl, you are fucking scoring to the Leon S. Kennedy!” she shriek in a whisper, she felt more happier for you and keeps bumping you to give you a shit-eating grin. God, you wish you could hide the fact that you just got fucked; it was hard and rough too for your first time. You wish you could’ve walked more normal than limping every few seconds because your core is sore and the aching feeling you had in your lower back.

Surprisingly, you finish the test since last night Leon was fucking you to oblivion while giving you a pop quiz, every wrong answer—he’d push deeper, but won’t move to satisfy your aching cunt.

You clenched your legs together as you thought about last nights incident, wishing that the arousal isn’t pooling down to damp your underwear. You think of how he snaps his hips every time you talk back at him, making you choke and sob. How he would delay your release and every answer you got correct, he would circle around your bud and hard fucked you until you deserve to come.

You earn that fucking release because you got the majority of his questions correct, making you exhausted and limp. You hate how much he has his fingers all over you, that you’d b willing to please him. Looking like a dejected pup when he doesn’t give you attention right away.

Maybe he was right, you’ve become a brat—no, you are a brat. In his eyes, a brat that he’s willing to tame every chance that you misbehave.

These thoughts kept on running until Sarina harshly bumps you to snap back to reality, “earth to miss?” she whispered, pinching your side which made you wince and almost let out a loud ‘ouch’.

“You wanna turn it in or are you daydreaming about Leon f—”

“Say it, and I will give you an uppercut.”

Her lips now shut in a thin line as you asked her to turn your paper in too. You stood up and brush those thoughts away and catches up to Sarina.

You didn’t notice how time flies, when Sarina kept asking you question about your blonde bodyguard. Poking your cheeks and annoying you if you refuse to answer her.

“Is he like, doing the things men do in books?” you raise a brow to her question as you’re eating some hamburger, you thought about it for a while. He’s opening doors for you, when you ask that your feet hurts—he’d carry you bridal style, when you call for him, rest assured that he’s already there.

So it’s safe to say to your friend that he may be one of the real life book boyfriends that Sarina’s reading about, you gave her a nod and took the last bite of your food. She whines and keeps shaking you, “you’re so lucky!” she said. Yeah, so lucky that he’s a good fucker too.

You never knew you’d also ask yourself if older guys do it better, but then again. He’s your first.

A honk startled you, almost dropping your drink as you turn your gaze to the car—the windows rolled down and it’s Leon. His looking at you, nodding his head to gesture you to come now, “got to go, see you!” you bid farewell to your friend, she watch you walk away and as if she had seen her best friend finally clinging like a koala to someone else.

“Spanish latte, venti. For my princess.” He handed you the paper bag with your drink inside. “Thank you, you’re such a considerate bodyguard.” You blink pretty for him before taking out your drink from the bag, plunging the straw and taking a sip. “You’re forgetting something, sweetheart.”

You turn your head and tilt in confusion, “come on, where’s my thank you kiss?” he tease, his eyes on the road—driving to his workplace again. You rolled your eyes to him, and shift your position so you could reach him. He leans and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which made him grin so hard.

“Thank you for my lovely bodyguard and the D.S.O’s most dangerous agent to get me my drink.” You teased and lean back to your seat again, you hear him chuckle as he turn the wheels and parked the car.

Even though you only visited this place once, people already knew who you were—his co-workers and other researchers, as if the word spread like wildfire. You saw familiar faces again as they greeted you with a warm welcome back smiles, you clung to Leon’s bicep as he guides you to the shooting area.

His friends followed to watch how Leon can guide you, teach you the do’s and don’ts of holding a gun and shooting the gun.

You admit, you’re kind of nervous. Your hands visibly shaking and your palms sweating, Leon tease you for it. “Come on, sweetheart. How can you protect yourself if you couldn’t hold it properly?” you want to punch him here and there but people are watching. He does have a point, how could you defend yourself when Leon isn’t around when he’ll be sent away because of a mission?

You don’t want to be a helpless girl, taking a couple of deep breaths as you position yourself. Leon’s behind you and telling you the do’s and don’ts.

“I want you to know the Golden rules for handling a gun, princess.” Leon starts, his voice calm and a whisper, “Always keep your fingers straight and off the trigger until you are ready to shoot.” You nod.

“Like this?” you asked, positioning your fingers just as he said. “Like that, here—let me help you first,” he holds your hands that’s been holding a gun, both of your hands are in his palm. Squeezing so that you could stop from shaking and assures you that it’ll be all right and that it’s always scary when it’s your first.

“Now, remember to keep your gun pointed to a safe direction,” Leon mutters to your ear, his front flush against your back. His friends were standing there as if they’re watching a live romance episode.

“Aim at the target,” you do as he says as his voice became more authoritative, you aim—his hands still wrap around your fingers. “Take a deep breath,” you did, a couple more times, Leon help you shot the first one, “see? Not so bad.” He assures and lets you go, backing himself to let you be on your own.

You adjust your position, taking deep breaths—your eyes to the target. Your finger creeping in to the trigger, then bang. Right at the red dot, you never smiled so hard in your life. You shot right where the red dot is, “Leon! D-Did you see that?” you jump, “princess, the gun.”

“Oops,” you place the gun down, not wanting to accidentally shoot your toe, “sorry.” you scratched the back of your head and jump your way to Leon and brag about how you did that all on your own.

“yeah, so proud of you, princess.” He says, “why does it feel like you don’t mean it?” you raise a brow, suspicious of his own words, “you hurt me with those words.” He chuckle, “wanna have a go again?” you nodded and you did.

You were enjoying your time, Leon gave you another tip and rules on how to handle a gun. “Don’t aim your gun to someone who you don’t intend to shoot, okay?” you hum in response, you both sitting on a bench and eating the donuts that Luis bought for what he say, “love birds.”

The room fell silent, only your munching was heard and Leon is wiping the gun with some cloth, “I won’t here for a while, my flight leaves in three days.” He said, making you stop chewing and look at him in the eye, “what do you mean?” you asked, “got assigned to another mission,” you made a sad ‘oh’ and look down to your ground. “I trust you don’t cause any trouble, and if you’re ever in danger. You know what to do.” Leon spoke those words proudly.

You nod, but felt anxious since you have grown use to Leon always being at your side. In just a call, he’s there. What if he doesn’t come back though, what would you do?

“Will you come back?”

Those words made Leon crack a small smile, “of course,” he mutter, brushing a strand of hair at the back of your ear, “just gonna be gone for a couple of days or week…” you look at him with sad yet hopeful eyes, “probably a month…” he finishes.

“I’ll hate you forever if you die on me.”

“Never.”

You scoot over and lie your head to his shoulder, his arm swung around you and brought you closer. Feeling his warmth, you ought to make his three days worth a while before his flight. Be touch and hear his voice for the last three days before he departs.

You don’t have to worry, he’ll be safe when you are safe at the back of his mind.

He should remember to bring you some souvenirs when he gets back.

Next Chapter>>>

[artistdove]

So some were interest in the rough story idea on Mickey revealing he was the cause of the Thinner Disaster for my Between the Screen au... Welp here y'all go.

It's over.

The Blot as been dealt with, thanks to the magical brush. Whimsy flows through the once viscous creature as it flies off into the distance with a friendly wave of goodbye.

An exhausted mouse falls to the ground.

Ink and sweat drip from Mickey's temple. A gust of wind rushes by him, followed by the shadow of a familiar toon looming above him.

Concern is written on Gus's face as he takes in Mickey's condition. A faint yell reaches his ear as he turns toward the green bottle where Oswald was fighting.

"By Jove! Quick Mickey, Oswald needs our help!!"

Hazey eyes land on the bottle the gremlin pointed toward. Its nauseous, green hue shines against the murky, sunset sky. His mind and eyes regain focus as a memory from long ago resurfaces.

"It can't be."

"Hurry Mickey!"

Quickly, Mickey follows Gus.

Loud heaves and grunts are heard as the pair reach the mountain's peak. Blot remains and dark liquid litter the area.

Towards the end of this inky path, Oswald is struggling to push a bottle's cork back into place. The two rush to his aid.

"It's your lucky day, Oswald! The calvary has arrived," Gus exclaimed.

"What else... is new?!" Oswald grunts. "On... Three! One... Two... Three!!"

A loud squish is heard as the trio use all their strength to push the cork back into place. Sighs of relief fill the air as the toons slide onto the dusty floor.

Swiping the sweat from his brow, Ozwald turns to Gus, "That was close for comfort. Thanks, Gus."

"Don't thank me. My strength is that of a mere fly, twas Mickey that really pulled through."

"Mickey?!" Oswald shouts as he glances toward the mouse before turning back toward Gus.

"Yes." Gus states, "I think he deserves the praise more than me."

Anger laces the rabbits face. "GRRRR... No!! How can I thank the rat responsible for ruining my life?!"

Gus is appalled by Oswald's reaction. With arms crossed, Gus sternly scolds his dear friend.

"I say Oswald, how long are you going to keep that up?! Mickey here has been doing nothing but helping Wasteland. Why can't you see that?"

Annoyed, Oswald pulls his ears over his face in a knot. "Grrr... He's probably just doing it for his own motives!!"

A hand falls on his shoulder. A look of concern fills his view. "Please, Oswald."

A deep sigh rings from Oswald's mouth. His shoulders slump and his ears return upright.

"Maybe your right, Gus."

He looks towards Mickey. "Hey, mous- er Mickey!"

His shout had barely disturb the mouse as Mickey appeared frozen. His gaze fixed on the cork and the bottle.

Colors of blue, green, and black consume his mind. He remembers. The cold dripping claws reaching out for him as a sinister green hue blinds his eyes. The paint spilling, the thinner burning, and footsteps approaching his location. He thought he destroyed it. Oh, how wrong he was.

A shout breaks his spiralling thoughts.

"Oi, Mickey! Mickey!! MICK!!!!"

Mickey snaps his gaze onto Oswald, surprising the rabbit.

"W-What is in there?"

Confused, Ozwald answered with a huff, "The Blot."

Oswald must be joking. "B-but I've been fighting him? I just took care of him."

"Tch, you've only been fighting the drippings and the Phanton Blot. The real deal is trapped in there." He rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "Guess I never mentioned it to ya."

Mickey stares back at the bottle in disbelief.

A sigh draws his attention back to the rabbit, "Look, maybe I've misjudged you. I can't let go of my hatred for you easily, but maybe. I can start by understanding you."

Oswald reaches his hand out to the mouse. A sign of peace and potentially... A new start.

For the first time since he's been here, Oswald is actually being nice to him. Mickey is overjoyed to at this chance for a new start. He reaches for Oswald's hand, but the truth rings heavy in his mind.

Before Mickey's hand makes contact, it is quickly withdrawn. Oswald and Gus look at the mouse, puzzled.

"Uh?"

"I thought it was a dream."

"What?"

"A long time ago, I stumbled upon this workshop. My curiosity got the better of me."

"There was paint and thinner. A loud road. Cold claws reached for me. Things got out of hand so fast. I-I thought I fixed it. I scrubbed and scrubbed."

"I-I caused the Thinner Disaster."

Mickey looks up with teary vision. Gus is staring at him, horrified at this revelation. Oswald. Oswald has gone deathly quiet.

"I am so sorry. I never meant to cause so much pain to you all."

Gus slowly approaches Mickey as his shock slowly recedes. "Mick-"

A mad cackle rings through the air. The two turn to the rabbit, who's entire demeanor seems to have shifted into a craze.

"Oh man, you almost had me mouse."

Before Mick can respond, pain shoots though his face.

"OSWALD!!" Gus shrieks.

Dust whirps around him as he dry, rough ground scraps his skin. Jawline aches with pain, his vision is muddled with colors and shapes. Heavy stomps approach.

A heavy kick lands on his ribs, knocking Mickey the wind out of his lungs. He is launched further away.

Oswald's voice rings out again, "ALL THOSE HEROIC ACTS AND KIND WORDS!!"

Hands quickly latches onto Oswald's arm. A desperate plea from Gus rings forth.

"Oswald, get a hold of yourself!"

His plea lands on deaf ears. Face ridden with madness and despair meet the gremlin's eyes.

"STAY OUT OF THIS!"

In an instant, Gus finds him self hurling into a pile of rubble.

"This is between me and that rat!"

Shakey legs and aching body heaves Mickey up.

"Oswald, please." Mickey groans. "I-i never meant to-"

A large rock interrupts him mid-sentence as it barely misses its intended target.

"Please, Let me explain!"

The mouse's words only fuel the rabbit's rage.

"What is there to explain?!"

"FIRST, you replaced me and stole the life I could have had!!"

A broken bug cart is thrown, but Mickey quickly dodges the projectile. More objects are posed to launch.

"THEN, you create the monster that destroyed-"

"MY HOME!l

Smash

"MY FRIENDS!!"

Crash

"MY SWEETHEART!!!"

BAM

"AND NOW, YOUR HERE TO FINISH THE JOB!!!!"

A gumball machine adorned with the mouses face is chucked. Thinner melts it before impact.

Before he could blink, the rabbit appears behind the thinned out machine. A charged attack ready for impact.

Mickey quickly spin attacks the rabbit to send him backwards. Mickey once again attempts to reason with Oswald.

"I understand you're mad, but you've got to believe me! I never meant for any of this to happen!!"

"OH, SAVE IT!"

Enlarged hands ensnare him at blinding speed. The rabbit's ears begin to spin and the two are launched high into the sky.

Any attempts to escape fail has the rabbit's grip tightly binds him. At the peak of the momentum, both toons eyes meet.

"You'll never understand!!," Oswald remarks. "You think all this can be fixed with an apology?!"

Mick is spun at high speed, then sent hurling toward the ground.

Rubble shifts as the gremlin slowly comes to. Never has he seen his dear friend in such rage. His dazed eyes frantically scan for the two toons. A loud crash quickly grabs his attention. He spots Mickey skidding across the ground toward the large bottle. His impact creating a large dust cloud.

Crack

"Oh, no!" He hastens clearing the rubble off himself.

Ringing is all that fills his ears. His body screams with pain. A burning sensation makes itself known. He must have landed near some thinner, but how...

The rabbit lands nearby and slowly approaches the mouse.

"Nothing you say will change how I feel or what's been done!"

Mickey slowly gets up.

"I know." He grunts. "But, you can."

A growl escapes the rabbit's mouth. "THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!"

"You change things for the better, but when I change it, I change it for the worse!!"

Oswald goes to punch Mickey only for a shield to block his attack.

Crack

Mickey notices Gus heaving in distance, he must have thrown in just in time to block the blow. He quickly braces the shield.

Oswald growls again and winds up another punch, only to be blocked again. Mickey is pushed against the bottle once more.

Crack

"EVERYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT HAD YOU NOT BE SO STUPID!"

Bang

Crack

"YOU JUST COULDN'T STAY OUT OF OUR LIFE OR MY LIFE!"

Bam

Crack

"OSWALD STOP!!" Gus hollers but to no avail.

With each swing, the rabbit slowly crumbles. His anger dispersing into misery.

"HAHAHAHAhahaha..."

Thump

"Hahaha, you know. It's funny. He also wanted us to be friends."

Thunk

"No wonder he never came back for me... I never was good enough."

Tink

"Hehehe.. so much for a lucky rabbit, uh."

A sniffle escapes from the rabbit. Mickey's face fills with concern as he slowly lowers the shield.

"Ozzy-"

Before he could finish, a cacophony of cracks cries out. Ink and glass fill the air as an enormous roar erupts.

Oswald is unsure what happened next. In the blink of an eye, he is tackled out of the way. A body and shield covers him.

A scream erupts from the mouse's throat.

[peaterookie]

Found this cool drawing i made, possibly a concept of demon lupin before i made his actual design.

orrr it could just be a cool outfit i wanted to draw on him. either way it made me want to also share my other concepts of dem lup and ang goe and explain my design

i knew the first one wasnt gonna be final obvs because i was kinda thinking on dem lup's initial role. when i landed on him being kinda the prince of the underworld and deciding he aint for that i wanted to show through his outfit that he's carefree and chill but also has a rich kid vibe lol

seeing the lupin's canon design already sorta shows it I didn't really change much of it in the end. the punkish? outfit above was just too extra for him imo

before i wanna show the design i landed on I also wanna mention this drawing since this was the drawing that started the au in the first place. i casually drew this in class along with angel goemon, and lupin was the only one that ended up getting redrawn on digital.

ok there we go

this was very rough and rushed since I didn't really think this au was really gonna be serious and stuff (still isn't but im sorta invested in developing it in my head now)

one thing youll notice is that lupin's horns are red for most of these drawings and also much longer. while this is fine i decided to change it to stubby white horns later on for a more symbolic reason.

Lupin's personality is this au is leaning more on cagli lupin with some roughness to it. he's deep down a kindhearted character. bros totally fucking chill he's really not evil at all. but given how he's raised in a pretty fucked up and evil place he still behaves a bit like a rat

to show that behind that scary and evil exterior, his horns are white to show his purity and kindness. they're also stubby to show his lack of aggression

demon's horns in this au also show their inherent mental and physical health in a way. if they're long and sharp they are healthy, if it's the opposite they're probably not doing so well. I'll let you guys figure out what this could mean for lupin.

let's move onnn tooo goemonn

the main reason why that first reference above was not kept was because of how bad the outfit for goemon was, i was honestly embarrassed at myself even then for not figuring out something better and i really struggled to make the colors work LMAO

eventually as i developed his personality and beliefs, the more this got easier for me and i finally arrived at the design you see now.

i think you can tell at this point that i really really love using colors to convey symbolism throughout my designs.

for this au it is primarily white and black. white represents what you typically think of the angel, a purehearted being. and black is the impure and demonic color, it represents the ugly side of things. even then black does not represent evil or should be interpretted as a sign that the character is bad.

this is especially with goemon. the outfit you see above is the one he adorns after he has accepted his demon half.

before this his outfit would have been completely white, to show the repression of the trait that he felt hatred and disgust towards because he has been taught that it was dirty and ugly. lupin would end up helping him realize that it is not the case and he should accept the way he is.

but yeah anyways this design is way better lmao. also note that i also changed his wings to be half-bird half-bat, so this means he would not be able to fly during the beginning because he wants to conceal his demon side. it is not only ruining him mentally but also physically.

anyways, since ive explained lupin's personality i should also explain what I've changed for goemon too. i think it's best to say that its a combination of anime and manga goe, since he is a bit more serious, stubborn, and misguided, but still has the gentle and graceful mannerisms of manga goe. he's also a bit sassier too, he counters and compliments lupin's carefreeness

anyways this is like totally not organized at all lol, I just wanted to ramble on about these designs since I've put a lotta thought into it and wanted to share it given the nice feedback i got on the reference post. (if you haven't seen it, check it out!)

since my job is done now, I'll see you guys later. bye!

[bupia]

Bloodlust: Chapter 6 - Dracopia x Fem!Reader

Summary: The following morning has finally arrived, marking Copia's highly anticipated reunion with his long-lost siblings after years of separation. Driven by his quest to uncover the truth about his mysterious past, Copia isn't quite prepared for what his siblings have to share. However, as secrets are unveiled, new layers of Copia's story are revealed, plunging him deeper into his enigmatic past.

Words: 14.222

Warnings: Angst (blood; mortality; dead body; blood drink; mentions of mortality; bite) | SMUT! (dirty talk; oral sex, m-f; fingering; teasing; overstimulate; oral sex, f-m; bites during sex; penetration: p in v; unprotected sex; breeding) | Swearing | Italian swearing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Available on AO3

Final chapter.

Tag list: @copiasslut @copiasprincipessa @haelithra @new-age-space-age @the-did-i-ask @sodoswitchimage @thesoundresoundsecho @fishwithtitz @nimbusghoul @enchantedbunny

A delicate tickle graced your cheek, swiftly followed by a soft, affectionate kiss. It roused you from your slumber, with the softest of giggles. Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open, revealing Copia's hand tenderly cradling your face. He drew you nearer, gracing your cheek with a cascade of affectionate kisses, each one warmer than the last.

With your eyes half-lidded, you turned your face toward him, glimpsing a faint smile adorning his lips. He leaned in closer, gently bestowing a tender peck upon your lips.

"Buongiorno, dormigliona," he murmured softly.

"Good morning, Copia," you replied, your voice carrying a trace of morning warmth.

With a gentle motion, you shifted your body towards him, nestling your forehead against his chest. Inhaling deeply, you allowed his comforting presence to wash over you. Your hand found its place on his chest, fingers tracing tender patterns through the fabric of his shirt, while you nuzzled your face against him.

"How did you sleep, cara?" he inquired softly.

"I had a good night, what about you?" you replied.

"I... I didn't sleep at all," he admitted with a hint of unease in his voice.

"Why?" you asked, your words barely more than a murmur.

"I spent the whole night trying to remember something about my past, about that day, about her. But all I can remember are flashbacks of the church in ruins and me killing those people," Copia confessed, his voice weighed down by the weight of his memories.

"Copia," you began gently, "you had a traumatic event in your life. You lost your home, your brothers, and someone you loved. It's not easy to cope with such loss, and it's not your fault for struggling to remember. Your brain is simply processing it the best way it can."

"I just wish I could at least remember something, feel something," Copia lamented.

"And you do, Copia, not all of it, but you do have some memories inside of you," you reassured him gently. "I don't know how it feels to carry that burden, how you must be feeling right now," you took a deep breath, "but trust me, everything is going to be alright."

Copia locked his gaze with yours and enveloped you in a tight embrace. You reciprocated, drawing him close as you took a deep, calming breath. His lips found the top of your head, leaving a gentle kiss in their wake, prompting you to turn your face to meet his, your eyes connecting.

However, something caught your attention, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Your hand instinctively moved to Copia's lips, and your thumb brushed against his thin mustache, wiping something away. As you turned your thumb in your direction, realization struck you like a bolt, and your eyes widened. The red spot on your thumb took you by surprise, and you turned your gaze to Copia, where you could see the embarrassment in his eyes.

"Copia... Is this...?"

Copia took your hand in his, bringing your thumb to his lips, and with a gentle suck, he cleaned it. "Mi dispiace, amore, I... felt a little hungry," he admitted with a hint of sheepishness.

You withdrew your hand from his and brought it up to your neck, a look of concern on your face as you sat up abruptly on the bed. Copia's eyes widened, and he followed suit, holding your face with both of his hands.

"No, no, no, no, amore," Copia reassured you, shaking his head earnestly. "It's not from you, I promise."

You nodded, removing your hand from your neck but still watching him closely, though his expression turned melancholy. He let go of your face, turning his head away.

"Copia..." you murmured, calling for him.

"Do you really think I would do it to you, cara?" he asked, his voice heavy with disappointment.

"No, Copia... I'm sorry," you apologized, reaching for his hands and holding them tightly. "It was an involuntary reaction. I'm deeply sorry, Copia. I know you wouldn't hurt me."

Copia turned his face back to meet yours, and you gave him a gentle smile. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss on his lips and let out a heavy sigh.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me. You promised to take care of me, and I believe you will," you whispered against his lips, reaffirming your trust in him.

Copia's eyes softened as he heard your words, and he held your hands with a reassuring grip. "I would never want to hurt you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry," you expressed with regret.

Copia smiled warmly and reassured you, "It's okie dokie, cara mia."

"You promise me?"

"Sì," Copia affirmed. "I do understand your fear." He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"I'm not afraid of you..." you started to say, but before you could finish, Copia took the initiative. He grabbed your waist and laid you down, crawling his body on top of yours.

"Aren't you, amore?" his face hovered just inches away from yours, and a playful smile danced on his lips as he asked.

You shook your head, denying any fear, and your hands found their way to his face. With a sense of longing and desire, you closed the gap between you two, capturing his lips with your own. Your hands roamed his face, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, pressing his body against yours. Copia adjusted his position, his hand moving to your thighs, gently parting them to settle himself more comfortably between them.

You moved one of your legs closer to his hips, exerting a gentle yet purposeful pressure to anchor him in position. His hands caressed your thighs before gliding up to your hips, securing their grip with firmness. As your chest pressed against his, your hands began to wander over his back. His fingers traced intricate patterns along your sides, evoking a sharp intake of breath from you.

"I think I need some more time in bed with you," a mischievous glint sparkled in Copia's eyes as he whispered, his warm breath brushing against your lips.

"Yeah? Why?" you asked, tilting your head.

Copia gazed into your eyes with a playful glint, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Because," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire, "I can't think of a better way to start the morning than in the warmth of your arms."

With a playful smile, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. The kiss was soft at first, but soon became more passionate, with tongues intertwining and hands roaming over each other's bodies. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you felt yourself getting aroused. He responded by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. You felt the heat of his body through his shirt as he pressed against you.

Your hands wandered down his back, exploring every inch of him as you continued to kiss him passionately. Copia moaned into your mouth, his hands running up and down your sides. His lips were hot on yours, and you could feel a heat emanating from them. The kiss were becoming more demanding his tongue sliding deeper inside your mouth, tasting you.

You broke away from the kiss, your breath ragged as you gazed deeply into Copia's eyes. His gaze intensified, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, and a playful grin played upon his lips.

"Should we get up now? To meet your brothers," you asked, your breath still heavy.

"Oh no," Copia replied, "We're going to stay here for a while longer."

You smiled at his response, nodding in agreement. Perhaps his brothers could wait a little longer as you and Copia savored the present moment. However, your heart raced as you felt his hand slide under your shirt.

"W-What are you doing, Copia?" you stammered, your voice quivering with surprise.

"Let me compensate for yesterday, amore," he murmured softly, his eyes filled with desire and tenderness.

Your breath quickened even further as his hand slowly moved down between your legs, making their way towards your ache core. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers touched your core, your hips bucking involuntarily. You bit your lip, and Copia grinned at your reaction, his fingers gently rubbing your sensitive flesh over your panties.

"A-Are you sure about it, Copia? We don't need to do it now," you hesitated, seeking confirmation.

"You don't want to do it?" he inquired.

"I... I want," you admitted, your desire matching his.

"So let me do it for you, cara," he whispered

You moaned softly, your hands finding their way to his hair, gently tugging on it as his fingers made their way to your clit. Copia gazed into your eyes with a wicked grin on his face.

"You like it like this, amore?" he asked.

You nodded your head in response, your agreement silently conveyed. However, before you could utter a word or share another breath, your mind went blank as Copia's fingers slip inside your panties finding your clit. Your hips bucked upward as he began rubbing it gently, causing you to whimper.

"Yes... Copia... please," you whispered. "More..."

Copia met your plea with a knowing smile, ready to fulfill your every desire. Your legs shook as he caressed your clit gently between his fingers. You closed your eyes, your whole body shaking as you arched your back, grinding your core against his fingers.

"So wet," he murmured, his fingers sliding along your slit. "I'm very satisfied to feel how wet you are for me, amore," he said, rubbing your clit harder.

He withdrew his hand from inside your panties going with it to the waistbands, slowly pulling them down your legs. He lowered his body, leaving his hand between your legs, still caressing your core. You opened your eyes, widening in surprise as you felt him kissing your inner thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair.

"I can't wait to taste you here, amore," Copia whispered.

"C-Oh! Copia..." you moaned, your hips moving up and down. "Please... I need you."

"Do you?" he asked, his voice filled with desire.

"Y-Yes... P-please..."

His tongue darted out to taste you. One of your hands rested on the edge of the bed, your eyes closed again as you enjoyed the feeling of Copia's tongue lapping at your flesh. As he opened his mouth wider, you could feel something sharp brushing against the sensitive skin of your core. You opened your eyes to see him staring up at you, his head moving slowly, his tongue gliding over your wetness. Your eyes closed once again, your breathing coming in short pants.

His tongue swirled around your clit, making you squirm. Copia spread your legs wider, his hands resting on your thighs as he licked you. His tongue circled your clit, teasing it. You cried out, your body shaking as his tongue made its way down your slit, plunging deep inside you.

"Oh yes! That feels so good," you sighed, your fingers digging into the bed.

Your body writhing as Copia's tongue explored your entrance. The fingers your had on his head, ran though his hair, holding onto him tightly. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it. Your juices flowing freely, coating his fingers. He pushed his head closer to your core, his tongue plunging deeper, thrusting you with it.

You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling him deeper, wanting more. Copia moaned against your core, the vibrations sending chills through you. You moaned loud and your head rolled from side to side, the sound of his mouth sucking and licking your wetness sent shivers down your spine. His fingers stroking faster, your hips bucking against his face.

"Oh... Copia, Copi-Ah! Yes, just like that, don't stop," you cried out.

You grabbed a hold of his hair, puling him into you harder. Your nails digging into his scalp, he lets go of your clit, and reaches up to grab both of your breasts under your shirt. Pushing them together, his mouth still working over your core. He squeezed your breasts hard, pinching your nipples between his fingers. His tongue went again to your clit, flicking it over then dipping lower to taste your wetness.

"Oh!" you gasped. "Fuck! Copia... Please... Ah! How can you be so good at this?"

He lowered one of his hands, moving it back to between your legs, going with it inside of you, pumping in and out slowly. You bit your lip, feeling his fingers sliding in and out of you. He added another finger, pumping them faster, matching the speed of his tongue.

"Copi-Ah! I can't, this is too much, oh fuck," you moaned loud.

"Is it? Do you want to cum?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes! yes! yes! yes!"

"Molto bene," he cooed. "Just wait a little longer for me, amore, sì? Just a little bit longer."

You nod and he kept the peace of his moves inside you, working on your spot. His tongue flicked around your clit again, then went to your entrance. Faster now, he sucked on your clit, his fingers thrusting harder. His other hand still playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging at them. You can feel your orgasm building deep within you, your muscles tightening around his finger.

"Copia... I'm going to..." you whimpered.

"Not yet, amore," he said, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you.

"I can't take it anymore, please," you begged, trying to pull away from his mouth. "I want to cum, I need to cum."

He withdrew his hand from your breast and wrapped his arms around your leg, pushing you further onto his face, burring his face deeper on your wetness. You arched your back, grinding your core against his face. Your breath quickening as you tried to fight the urge to come.

"Please... please..." you cried out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and went with his tongue to your entrance, plugging deep inside of you, tasting your juices, moaning into your core. You were almost there, you could feel it coming. And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he stopped.

"Now, amore, now!" he growled, taking your clit between his lips.

He sucked hard on it, and you screamed out feeling your orgasm building inside of you. Your breathing rapid, your chest heaving as he sucked your clit. You screamed loud, your back arching and your body convulsing. Your hand gripping the sheets as he sucked on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

"Yes, Copia, I'm going... I'm go... I... I..."

You felt your orgasm rushing through your body, your walls contracting, your body shaking uncontrollably. You screamed as you came, your juices pouring out of you, covering his face. He lapped up every drop, savoring your taste, swallowing them greedily.

You looked down at him, your eyes glowing with your orgasm, and smiled. He looked up at you, giving you a soft kiss on your clit. He removed his face from between your legs, crawling back to the top of you.

"That was amazing," you whispered, breathless, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his skin.

"Was it?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Yes... it was very good, Copia," you reassured him.

"I'm glad I was able to give pleasure to you, cara mia," he said with a satisfied smile on his lips.

You giggled slightly, your affection for him shining brightly. You cupped his face with both of your hands and leaned in with a tender, passionate kiss. You felt his body relax on top of yours. The kiss deepened, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

"Now I think it's my time to give you something," you whispered, your hand gently trailing down his chest, your intentions clear as your desire for him continued to burn brightly.

But before you could reach for him, he gently grabbed your hand, stopping you. "Amore, it's not necessary," he said with a warm smile.

"But, Copia, I want to do it for you," you insisted, your desire to please him evident in your eyes.

"I know, amore, but I think we don't have enough time," he explained. "I should be going to meet miei fratelli."

"Are you sure?" you asked, your lower lip pouting slightly.

He nodded and pressed a gentle peck on your lips. "I want to ask you to come with me because I don't want to face miei fratelli alone, but I'm too afraid to bring you there. I know they wouldn't hurt you, but I don't know how much they've changed," Copia admitted, his vulnerability showing as he shared his concerns with you.

"Copia, I can go with you. I'm not afraid of them at all, because I know they will not hurt me," you assured him, punctuating your words with a tender kiss on his lips. "I have you by my side, and you promised me you won't let anything happen to me, and I trust you."

"Would you really do it for me?" Copia asked, his eyes searching yours for confirmation.

"Copia, I would do anything for you," you replied with sincerity. "Do you want to go to meet them now?"

"Can you get up?" Copia arched a playful brow, his eyes filled with amusement.

You looked at him, blushing hard. "I- I... I'm afraid I can't," you admitted shyly.

He chuckled, biting his lower lip. "Then we can stay like this for some more minutes."

Copia lay down next to you, pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. You rested your face on his chest, closing your eyes, allowing your body to relax. As you shifted your leg, you bumped into something. Curiosity piqued, you opened your eyes and widened them in surprise as you saw the bulge on his pants.

"Copia..." you began.

"Leave it, amore, it's fine," he said, blushing even deeper.

You couldn't help but giggle at his embarrassment, finding his reaction endearing. Closing your eyes again, you wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. Copia pulled the sheets to cover both of you, enveloping you in a cozy warmth.

After a few minutes of peaceful intimacy in bed, he pressed a loving kiss on the top of your head. You opened your eyes and looked at him, giving him a gentle smile in response. You slowly sat up on the bed, yawning softly before getting up and heading to your wardrobe. You selected some clothes and turned to Copia, who remained on your bed.

"I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be right back," you informed him, seeing him nod in agreement.

With that, you left the bedroom and made your way to the bathroom, preparing for a refreshing shower to start your day. The water embraced you in its gentle warmth, and you closed your eyes, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over you. As you sank deeper into the water, your mind briefly wandered to the incredible moments you had shared with Copia. It was indeed amazing how he made you feel, and the connection between you was undeniable.

However, you realized that lingering on those memories would needlessly extend your time in the bath. With a serene smile, you chose to set aside those thoughts for now and direct your attention to the current moment. Exiting the comforting bathwater, you reached for a towel and proceeded to get dressed. Once you were dressed, you left the bathroom, returning to your bedroom to find Copia already wearing his attire.

You rested against the doorframe, your gaze fixated on him with unwavering attention. Your eyes followed every curve and line of his form as he stood before the mirror, meticulously perfecting his outfit. He turned his face towards his shoulder, as he caught your reflection in the mirror. Copia's gentle smile graced his lips as he took a few steps toward you, cradling your face with both of his hands and planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Should we be going now?" you inquired.

"Sì, we should," he replied.

"Are you nervous, Copia?" you asked.

"A little, but it's going to be alright, with you by my side," he reassured you.

You nodded, and he released his hold on your face, taking your hand in his. Together, you walked to the living room and left the house. As you strolled down the street side by side, heading toward the location where the ball had taken place a few weeks ago, you could feel the tension in Copia's grip on your hand. You were nervous too, but you needed to remain composed to support Copia through this.

Upon arriving at the old house where the ball was held, Copia suddenly stopped in his tracks, gazing at it intently. You took a small step in front of him, offering a reassuring smile. You gently tugged on his hand, guiding him toward the old house. The two of you stood before the front door, and you knocked. Copia's grip on your hand remained firm as the door swung open, revealing Terzo.

"Fratello! Sei venuto!" Terzo averted his gaze from Copia and looked at you. "And, as it seems, you've brought a guest."

"Sì, I asked her to join me," Copia replied, his body still tense as he released a heavy sigh.

"Well, I don't see any issue with that, given we weren't entirely certain you'd honor our little reunion with your presence," Terzo said with a wide smile as he wrapped his arms around Copia, embracing him tightly.

"Cosa sto facendo qui, Terzo?" Copia inquired, his expression unreadable, not moving a muscle.

"Da quando sei diventato così brontolone?" Terzo chuckled, releasing Copia from the hug and giving him an affectionate pat on the back. "Non preoccuparti, fratello," Terzo sighed, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Ti abbiamo appena sentito mancare."

"Maybe we should go inside now, right?" you suggested, reaching for Copia's hand with a warm smile on your lips.

"Piccolina is right," Terzo agreed, turning his back and starting to lead the way back inside the old house. "Inside awaits i nostri fratelli and," he paused, looking at you over his shoulder with a mischievous grin, "food."

With a smirk, Terzo took the lead, and you followed closely behind Copia. While you weren't scared, you couldn't help but feel a touch of nervousness about meeting Copia's brothers and how he would react to the reunion.

As the three of you entered a room, the air was filled with the scent of fresh blood. Your gaze scanned the room and landed on a man holding a woman in his arms. Copia's eyes fixed on him as he fed on the woman, his fangs gleaming as he satisfied his thirst. Your expression tightened at the sight, fascination and trepidation swirling within you. Your grip on Copia's hand tightened, and he turned his face to you.

"Don't worry, cara," he whispered softly.

Terzo observed the two of you and cleared his throat, prompting the man to release the woman he had been feeding on, her lifeless body falling to the floor. He quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and greeted Copia with a wide, friendly smile.

"Copia!" He exclaimed, his arms wide open as he approached Copia with genuine delight. "Non posso credere che tu sia veramente qui," he said, carefully stepping over the woman's lifeless body on the floor. Then, his gaze turned toward you with a hunger in his eyes, and he licked his lips slowly. "E hai portato uno spuntino con te."

Your discomfort grew as you felt his hungry gaze on you, and Copia's grip on your hand tightened. Your hand found its way to his back, with a firm grip you hold his shirt. Copia hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between the man outstretched arms and the lifeless woman at their feet.

"Lei non è uno spuntino, Secondo," Copia said firmly, his protective instinct evident as he pulled you closer to him.

"For now," Secondo conceded, wrapping his arms around Copia in a show of brotherly affection. "But it's okay, fratello, we all need a bit of fun from time to time," he added with a wink. Secondo then patted Copia's back and released him, keeping his cheerful disposition intact. "But tonight, we celebrate our reunion!"

"I want to enjoy this moment as well, but I think we have things to discuss, sì?" Copia said, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

Secondo let out a thoughtful hum and then turned his attention to Terzo. "Go wake up Primo, Terzo," Secondo ordered.

"Why don't you do it, cretino?" Terzo shot back.

"Because I'm the older one here," Secondo replied with a smirk.

"Three months is not old enough to think you can tell me what to do, cretino," Terzo retorted, a playful glint in his eye.

Just then, a voice resonated from the hallway before a man entered the room. "Can't we learn how to behave?" he quipped.

You turned your face toward the voice behind you, your gaze falling upon a man with an ancient appearance as he entered the room. You observed Copia's reaction, noticing him shaking his head slightly before turning his attention to the newcomer.

"Copia," the man said, his eyes fixed on him. "Mio fratello, sei davvero venuto."

"Primo," Copia said, his smile widening as he let go of your hand and walked towards the man. "I can't believe you three are alive."

"I must admit we didn't believe Terzo when he said you were alive," Primo replied.

Secondo couldn't help but let out a chuckle, his grin unwavering as he crossed his arms and glanced at Terzo. Terzo, in turn, shot Secondo a threatening look.

Terzo's threatening expression toward Secondo softened into a grin as he turned to face Primo. "Well, it seems my word isn't taken seriously around here," Terzo quipped, his tone filled with playful reproach.

"It never was," Secondo said, his tone filled with nonchalance as he turned his back to Terzo and strolled back toward the woman on the floor.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from him as he roughly grabbed the woman's wrist and dragged her toward another room, the sight of it leaving you with a racing heart. The reality of being in the presence of four vampires, even if one of them was Copia, began to sink in, and a shiver of fear ran down your spine. The reassurance of Copia's presence did little to alleviate the unease you felt in this moment.

As you turned your face away, you suddenly found the old man who had just entered the room standing right in front of you, his gaze locked onto you. Startled, you instinctively took a step back, but you quickly bumped into Terzo's body behind you. You felt his firm grip on your arms, keeping you in place as he stood protectively between you and the mysterious newcomer. The atmosphere in the room grew even more charged with tension, and you couldn't help but wonder about the intentions of the brothers surrounding you.

"You don't need to be scared," Primo said softly as he extended his hand to gently cup your chin, his touch surprisingly gentle given the circumstances. "We won't cause you any harm," he reassured, his eyes meeting yours.

Although his words provided some comfort, your nerves still ran high, especially when Terzo's face drew closer to your neck. You could feel his breath against your skin, and his hand on your shoulders caressed you tenderly.

"As I can see the mark is still here," Terzo's warm breath tickled your ear.

Your gaze shot toward Copia, whose expression had shifted to annoyance and anger. In an instant, Copia swiftly made his way to your side, taking your arm in his hand and pulling you close to him. He wrapped his arms around you in a possessive and protective manner, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Basta!" Copia's voice rang out in a furious tone.

"As I can see, Terzo was right for the first time," Secondo commented casually as he passed by you and Copia.

Copia took a step back but kept you in his arms as he looked at his brothers. "What do you mean, Secondo?"

Secondo chuckled and shrugged. "That you are in love."

Time seemed to stand still as you froze in Copia's arms, your heart pounding in your chest. The word "love" echoed in your mind, and you felt a mix of emotions surge within you. Copia was in love with you? But, more importantly, were you in love with Copia? You turned your face upward to look at him, trying to find the words to express your thoughts, but your voice failed you in the face of this unexpected revelation.

"Don't worry," Terzo reassured, his voice firm. "We have no interest in her."

Copia turned his face downward to meet your gaze, his eyes locking with yours. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he began, "My feelings toward anyone here are up for discussion. I came here because I want some answers."

"Answers?" Primo inquired, his expression growing more serious. "Terzo, cosa hai fatto?"

Copia met Primo's gaze squarely. "He told me about what you three did to me," he replied with unwavering determination.

A heavy silence hung in the air as the three brothers exchanged glances. Copia, in the midst of his emotions, released you from his protective embrace and adjusted his gloves on his hands. Primo took a step forward.

"Secondo, could you take her to another room?" Primo requested.

Your heart quickened at the suggestion, and you turned to Secondo with a sense of unease. "Why?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "Why do I have to go to another room? I don't want to."

Your fear and discomfort were evident, and you were reluctant to leave Copia's side, especially after witnessing Secondo's unsettling actions earlier. You couldn't shake the feeling that your safety was in jeopardy if you were separated from him.

Secondo suddenly walked over to you, his grip on your arm causing you to stumble slightly. Fear flashed across your face as you looked at him, but his wide grin sent shivers down your spine. His other hand found its way to your lower back, steadying you.

"Fai attenzione, piccola angela," Secondo whispered in a husky tone, his words sending a chill through you.

"Secondo," Copia called out in a serious tone. "Lasciala andare."

"Primo said to take her to another room, fratello," Secondo replied defiantly.

"Non lo dirò di nuovo," Copia warned, his patience wearing thin.

Reluctantly, Secondo removed his hands from you, and you swiftly moved back to Copia, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. The tension in the room remained palpable, but for now, you found refuge in Copia's protective embrace.

"Whatever you three have to tell me, she will stay here," Copia declared firmly, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. "No one will take her to another room, capito?"

"Qualsiasi cosa tu voglia, fratello," Secondo conceded, raising his hands in a placating manner.

"Copia, I didn't suggest it as a bad thing," Primo interjected, his tone more conciliatory. "I just thought it might be better for your lover not to hear about it."

"Why?" Copia turned his head in Terzo's direction. "Is there something more that I should know? More than the fact that you three practically got rid of me?"

"Copia, you..." Terzo began, but Primo raised his hand to silence him.

"Me? What about me?" Copia released your waist, pulling you behind him protectively.

"You died," Secondo stated bluntly.

The gravity of Secondo's words still hung heavily in the air, the revelation echoing through the room and leaving you stunned by the weight of it. But suddenly, you heard Copia starting to laugh, his laughter ringing out loudly and confusingly in the tense atmosphere. You looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Died?" Copia asked through his laughter. "I died? What are you saying, fratello?" His amusement seemed entirely at odds with the serious revelation.

Primo let out a weary sigh, and Copia took a determined step forward, closing the distance to Secondo. Terzo acted swiftly, moving to your side and pulling you away from the brewing confrontation. You watched from a safe distance as Primo positioned himself between Copia and Secondo.

Copia's eyes widened with rage, and he demanded in a voice that brooked no argument, "Explain yourself right now."

Primo reached out, holding Copia back and preventing the situation from escalating further. "Copia, per favore, listen to what we have to say."

"What more do you all have to tell me?" Copia demanded, his gaze now fixed on Primo. "For years, I thought you three were dead, that those people killed you. Then, I discover that Terzo was alive, and he tells me about what truly happened that day, that the two of you were also alive just like him. Then, he tells me I had a past lover, a woman that I can't even remember, and then, she is the one who died. And to top it all off, I discover that you three decided to get rid of me," Copia's voice quivered with a mix of rage and sadness. "And now," he choked back tears. "Now, I discover that I died. No one is giving me straight answers here; I have no idea what is happening."

Secondo reached for Primo's shoulders and gently moved him aside, creating a space between Primo and Copia. He then approached Copia, his hand finding Copia's shoulders, and he pulled him into a tight embrace. Copia responded by wrapping his arms around Secondo, tears flowing down his face as he held onto his brother.

You averted your gaze from the them, feeling somewhat like an outsider in the midst of their complex family dynamics. Terzo released his arms from around you, and you took a moment to adjust your clothes. As you watched, Terzo walked over to where Copia, Secondo, and Primo were standing. He reached for Primo's shirt, pulling him closer to Copia and Secondo, and the three of them embraced Copia simultaneously.

"Fratello," Secondo began in a murmur, his voice filled with remorse. "It's me who you have to forgive here, especially me."

The three brothers slowly released Copia from their embrace, giving him space to process their revelation. You remained where Terzo had positioned you, maintaining a respectful distance as you observed the unfolding conversation.

"Because it was me who killed you," Secondo confessed, his words hanging heavily in the air.

Copia's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He looked around at Terzo and Primo, seeking confirmation from their solemn expressions. "What happened that day, Secondo?" Copia's voice trembled with emotion. "What truly happened? I just need to know what happened."

"On that day, Eleanora came to the church looking for you right after you left," Secondo began, his voice carrying the somber memories. "I happened to be wandering nearby when I saw her entering the church. I approached her and informed her that you had just left. She asked me if she could stay there, as she was adamant about meeting you before the mass. It was a day of mass, so she could remain there without disrupting anything," he continued, his hands clasped together in remorse. "So, we all left the church that day, and she stayed there waiting for you."

"And what did she want?" Copia asked, his voice filled with anxiety. "Did she tell you why she was there?"

Secondo shook his head in the negative, signaling that Eleonora's intentions that day had remained a mystery. Copia let out a heavy sigh, his hands coming up to cover his face as he took a deep, contemplative breath.

A heavy silence hung in the room as Secondo continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "After that, I don't know what happened. Terzo suddenly came to us, saying that the church was in flames and that the villagers were filled with anger. He insisted that we needed to get out of there, but we couldn't leave you behind. We went back to find you, and all we saw was you holding her in your arms. We watched helplessly, unable to do anything."

"Ci dispiace profondamente, Copia," Primo said, his voice filled with remorse as he rested a hand on Copia's shoulder. "There was nothing we could do. There was no way to save her, and you knew it. That was the moment you started with the killing."

"And that was the moment I had to stop you," Secondo explained solemnly. "That was the moment I came and... stopped you."

"You stopped me by killing me? That was your solution?" Copia's voice quivered with a mix of anger and sadness.

"Fratello, you know that I could never kill you for real," Secondo replied, his voice heavy with regret. "It was more like a... It was as if I had knocked you out. And then, as you fell into my arms. After that we had to decide what to do with you, and that was the moment me and Primo decided to send you away."

Copia's questions continued, his voice filled with a desperate need for answers. "And why? Why did you three do this to me? Why didn't you three come with me? Why leave me alone all this time?"

"We had no choice, Copia," Terzo said, his own voice tinged with sorrow. "I... We didn't want to do it, but Italy was not a safe place for us four, and we knew that the best option was to send you away."

"Because you three thought I was dead, so it was just better to get rid of me," Copia lamented.

"We didn't know if I really killed you or not, Copia," Secondo admitted. "We knew you might probably be alive, but we weren't sure. And because of it, we couldn't just leave your body there, so we put you on this boat, hoping it would sail away because in case you woke up, you would be safe in somewhere else."

"So the reason my memories are like that, confused, is because you decided that killing me was the best idea?" Copia's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt.

"I didn't kill you!" Secondo exclaimed desperately. "I didn't even want to kill you. It's just that when you fell into my arms, I realized what I had done, or what I thought I had done, because now you are right here in front of me! In front of us!"

Copia's emotions continued to pour out as he expressed the pain he had carried for centuries. "For years, I thought you three were dead. I felt lonely, scared, and sad. I didn't have a family; I didn't have a home. I was a stranger among strange people, left alone by the three of you. You never thought about looking for me before, and I wouldn't have known you three were alive if it weren't for Terzo."

"Copia, we didn't plan for things to be like that for you," Primo declared earnestly. "We didn't send you away because we thought you were dead. It was because of the possibility that you could come back to life that we did it. We wanted you to have a new life, a new home in a new place. Far from the accident, far from the pain."

Copia's frustration and anger were evident in his response. "And you three decided it for me? It should have been me deciding my life, but you three took it from me. You three decided it for me!"

Terzo stepped forward, his voice carrying a sense of regret. "Copia, we know it might not have been the right decision, and we understand your anger. But we did it out of love, out of the desire to protect you and keep you safe. We couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

Copia looked at his brothers, his emotions still raw and turbulent. "You may have done it out of love, but you robbed me of my choice, my identity. I lost everything that day."

"Fratello, per favore, forgive us," Secondo pleaded. "Forgive me."

"Copia, we didn't intend to abandon you," Terzo said. "Secondo wasn't certain if you had truly perished or not; we were uncertain. We suspected you might still be alive, yet we couldn't be certain. We simply wished for your safety."

Copia's emotional outpouring overwhelmed him, and he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as his hands covered his eyes. The depth of his sorrow was palpable, and you couldn't bear to see him in such pain. You hurriedly walked over to Copia and knelt down in front of him, wrapping your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. One of your hands gently cradled his head, allowing him to bury his face in your shoulder as he held onto you tightly.

"I'm here, it's okay," you whispered softly, your voice filled with tenderness and comfort. "I'm here, Copia. I'm here with you now."

"Fratello-" Terzo began to speak, but you shot him an angry glare over your shoulder, interrupting him with your stern expression. "I think we should leave them alone for now," Terzo stated firmly.

You turned your attention back to Copia, pressing a gentle kiss on his head as you felt his tears soak through your shirt. His attempts to speak were choked by his own emotions.

"It's okay," you whispered softly, your voice filled with empathy and patience. "We don't need to say anything now. Take your time, Copia."

Copia clung to you, his tears slowly subsiding as he held onto your comforting presence. The room was filled with the echoes of his pain, and you remained there, holding him close, providing a safe space for him to release the emotions he had kept buried for far too long.

After a while, Copia's grip on your shirt began to loosen, and he pulled back slightly, his tear-stained face looking into your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. His voice was soft and filled with sincerity as he finally found the words to speak.

"Grazie," Copia whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Grazie for being here, for not leaving me alone."

You smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"Cara mia..." Copia began, his gaze locked with yours. "Ti amo così tanto, amore."

You furrowed your brow, gazing at him with curiosity. "What did you say?" you asked, not quite comprehending his words.

"He said he loves you," Primo said as he made his way inside of the room.

You widened your eyes and Copia's sudden change in demeanor caught your attention, and you followed his gaze as he turned to look at Primo, who was standing near the door where he had exited only a few minutes ago. Copia rose to his feet, gently bringing you up with him, and pulled you close against him in a protective embrace. Your eyes darted between Copia and Primo.

"I asked Secondo and Terzo to wait outside, but I had to come back to talk to you, fratello," Primo explained.

Copia took a step back, still holding you close, as Primo spoke. "What more do you want to tell me?" Copia asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Vieni con me, fratello," Primo said, motioning toward another door in the room.

Copia released you from his embrace and took your hand, following Primo's lead with you in tow. As you walked, your thoughts were in a whirlwind. Copia had just confessed his love for you, and you hadn't had the chance to respond, to tell him about your own feelings for him. The weight of unspoken emotions hung in the air.

Feeling a surge of warmth and affection, you tightened your grip on Copia's hand, prompting him to look at you. With a sincere smile, you conveyed your feelings without words, letting your eyes speak volumes. Copia's gaze met yours, and he couldn't help but return your smile with one of his own as he continued to walk alongside Primo, with you by his side.

Primo stopped in front of a door, opening it to reveal a bedroom. He entered first, holding the door open for both you and Copia to follow him inside. Primo watched as you both entered the room and then walked over to a nightstand, opening a drawer.

"When we sent you away," Primo began, "we kept some things you had. I know you think that we didn't care about you, but we did. We kept your things for years so we could still have memories of you."

Primo retrieved a box from inside the drawer and returned to where you and Copia stood. Copia released your hand and reached for the box, his curiosity piqued. He exchanged a glance with you before looking back at Primo, who nodded, signaling for him to open the box.

Copia carefully opened the box, revealing its contents. Inside, he found a collection of items that seemed to hold a piece of his forgotten past. Tears welled up in Copia's eyes as he picked up a small, weathered journal. He leafed through the pages filled with his own handwriting.

"This is your history, fratello," Primo said softly, his gaze filled with empathy. "We never wanted to erase your past. We wanted to protect you from the pain. Secondo thought he killed you that day, but, I knew you weren't dead. I kept these so that someday, when the time was right, you could reclaim what was lost if we found you again."

"Grazie," Copia's voice was choked with emotion as he looked up at Primo.

As Copia continued to leaf through the pages of the journal, a small piece of paper slipped from its confines and fell to the floor. You bent down to retrieve it and handed it to him. Copia took the paper from your hand, his curiosity piqued. He unfolded it slowly, his expression shifting from curiosity to something more profound.

In that moment, Copia let the box and the journal fall to the floor, his attention fully captured by the contents of the paper. His eyes moved, scanning the paper. Copia's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions that were difficult to put into words. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but he remained silent, as though struggling to find the right words. You reached for Copia's face, cupping his cheek delicately, concern etched across your features as you sensed his bewilderment.

Copia showed you the paper with a drawing, your eyes widened in shock and surprise. In that instant, an inexplicable shiver cascaded down your spine. The drawing depicted a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to you. It was as if you were looking at a portrait of yourself, and the resemblance was so striking that it left you speechless.

"What is this?" you asked in disbelief, your gaze shifting from the drawing to Primo, who was approaching you both.

Primo examined the drawing in Copia's hands and then turned his gaze to you, his expression one of shock and realization. Without a word, he quickly left the room, leaving you and Copia alone in the bedroom.

Copia took a step closer to you, his eyes fixed on the drawing. "She... is you," he said softly. "But how... how can it be you?"

You were at a loss for words, unable to explain the inexplicable connection between you and the woman in the drawing. The mystery deepened, and the questions that lingered in the air remained unanswered, leaving both you and Copia with a sense of bewilderment and intrigue.

Your mind raced with questions, and you stammered, "I... I don't know, Copia. I have no idea."

"It's as if... as if I knew you," Copia whispered, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. "And I found you."

Copia's hands shifted from your waist, pulling you closer into a warm embrace, and his eyes welled up with tears, mingling with his contented smile. Your hands continued to tenderly stroke his shoulders, offering reassurance. His arms enveloped you tightly, and he rested his head gently on your shoulder.

Your hand gently found its way into Copia's hair, fingers entwining with the strands. Inhaling deeply, you held him close with your arms wrapped firmly around him. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in your mind concerning your connection to him and the mysterious woman. Was it simply an uncanny coincidence? A drawing from years past seemed hardly conclusive evidence. You began to question the potential link between you and the woman from Copia's drawing. Nevertheless, he had drawn nearer to you, and everything with him always seemed so intense.

"Co-" you were abruptly interrupted as the three brothers entered the room, each of them wearing expressions of shock and apprehension.

"Is it really true?" Terzo was the first to speak. "Are you really her?"

"Her?" you echoed, puzzled.

"Eleanora," Secondo clarified.

Copia loosened his embrace slightly, allowing you to turn and face the three brothers who stood before you, their eyes filled with anticipation and uncertainty. You could sense the weight of their unspoken questions in the air.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I... I don't know," you admitted, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "I can't say for certain if I'm her or not. It's just a drawing, and resemblance alone doesn't prove anything."

Copia gently grasped your chin, turning your face toward him. "I know you're not her," he began, his voice a tender murmur. "I know she's gone, and I understand that. Please don't think I'm trying to replace her with you."

You met his gaze and replied, "I... I don't think you are."

But Terzo's question lingered in the air, casting a shadow of uncertainty. "But is she Eleanora or not?" he pressed.

Copia's response, however, was resolute and filled with emotion. "I don't care," he declared. "She can be her or not, I don't care."

You turned to face Copia, your eyes seeking an explanation for his unexpected reaction.

"I love you," he said with unwavering sincerity, his eyes reflecting deep emotion. "I don't care if you are a past lover of mine, I don't care if you are Eleanora. The only thing I care about is that I found you and you found me. Whether you are her or not, it doesn't matter because I fell in love with you long before I ever saw that drawing."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "I... I love you too..."

Copia held your head gently, drawing his face close to yours, and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You closed your eyes and clutched his shoulders tightly, savoring the intensity of the moment. His other hand caressed your lower back, and you willingly surrendered to the sensations coursing through you.

A sudden cough from one of the brothers interrupted your passionate moment, causing you and Copia to break the kiss abruptly. You turned your face towards the brothers, feeling your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. With a somewhat embarrassed smile, you gently pulled away from Copia, taking a moment to discreetly adjust your disheveled clothes, his hands still resting on your waist.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, your embarrassment evident in your tone and flushed cheeks.

Primo got closer to you and reached out and gently squeezed your hand to reassure you. "No need to apologize," he said with a soft smile.

As Secondo reached for your other hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it, you turned your face toward him, a hint of fear in your gaze. The tallest of the brothers had an imposing presence, and something about what you had observed upon entering the room had unsettled you.

Secondo noticed the unease in your eyes and quickly withdrew his hand, his demeanor softening. "I apologize if I startled you," he said with a more reassuring smile. "I can be a bit... intense sometimes, sì?"

"It's okay, I... I'm fine," you reassured them with a gentle smile.

Terzo grinned mischievously. "Good to know you're not afraid of us, especially after our little 'accident' together."

You responded with a serious tone, setting the record straight, "We didn't have any 'accident' together. It was just you thinking you could take advantage of me."

Secondo chuckled, giving Terzo an amused look. He released your hand and placed it on Terzo's shoulder, teasing, "It's the first time I've seen you fail in your prey, fratello."

"Shut up, cretino," Terzo retorted, brushing Secondo's hand off his shoulder with a playful scowl.

"Just one thing isn't quite clear," you began.

"What's on your mind, bella?" Primo inquired.

"Why are we here? I mean, this is the same place where the ball was held last week. What brings the three of you here? Also I didn't think this was a real house with bedrooms and everything."

"Oh, piccola," Terzo chimed in with a laugh. "That ball was ours."

"What!?"

"You see, it's our property, the three of us," Terzo explained further. "We occasionally need new places to reside, and we own properties around the world. This happens to be one of them. And what better opportunity to meet some... sustenance."

"For some reason, this modern age enjoys events like those," Primo added. "So we often host them to invite people into our homes, and then, well, we indulge."

"So I could have become dinner..." you remarked, a hint of playful unease in your voice.

"And what a delicious meal you would have been," Secondo replied with a mischievous grin, his words laced with dark humor.

Copia, who had been quietly observing the conversation, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at Secondo's flirtatious remark. His grip around your waist tightened, and a possessive look flashed in his eyes.

"Secondo," Copia said, his tone tinged with a hint of jealousy, "Let's not make her uncomfortable with such talk."

Secondo chuckled lightly. "She's already aware of who we are; I don't think she's that uncomfortable with the vampire talk anymore."

Copia clarified with a meaningful look, "I'm not talking about the vampire talk, fratello."

Secondo's eyes widened in understanding, and he let out a knowing chuckle. "Ah, capisco cosa intendi ora," he said with a sly grin. "You're worried about me stealing your donna away?"

Copia's jealousy was palpable, but he attempted to maintain a composed facade. "Io apprezzo la tua autostima, Secondo."

Terzo's laughter erupted loudly, filling the room, and he playfully slapped Secondo's shoulder. Secondo, clearly irritated by his brother's antics, turned his face towards Terzo, his brows furrowing in annoyance. Copia couldn't suppress a knowing smirk, while Primo simply sighed, shaking his head in a resigned manner.

"We should leave the two of them alone now," Primo suggested, placing his hand on both Terzo and Secondo's shoulders.

"Does that mean we can go back to my home?" you inquired.

"No," Primo insisted, "I insist that both of you stay here, bella. It's been years since we've had the chance to see our fratello, so we'd like you to be our guests, and Copia, you should stay as well."

You nodded in understanding. "Ah, I see. That's... fine, I suppose."

"Perfetto!" Primo exclaimed with enthusiasm. "You two can have this room for the night."

You nodded with a gentle smile, your eyes following the three brothers as they turned their backs and began walking toward the door, signaling their departure. However, just as they were about to exit, Secondo abruptly stopped and turned back, fixing his gaze on Copia.

"Fratello," Secondo called out to him. "Do you forgive us?"

Copia sighed deeply, his emotions a tumultuous whirlwind. "I wish I could stay angry with you three, but I'm overjoyed to see you all alive. I admit that I need more time to process everything, but for now, my heart is filled with happiness knowing that I still have my family."

"We are relieved to know you are still among us," Primo said.

"I'm relieved to be around you three again," Copia remarked.

"I have just one more question, Copia," Secondo began.

"What is it, Secondo?" Copia inquired.

"A human? Again?" Secondo teased, crossing his arms with a knowing smile.

Copia nodded solemnly, not uttering a word.

"You know the consequences of it, sì?" Secondo continued, a hint of warning in his voice.

"What consequences?" you asked concerned.

"Bene," Secondo began, "first, you will not live forever. You are not eternal like us, even though we age very slowly. You are not like us. Also, he will always be fighting against the desire to taste your blood..."

Copia's gaze never wavered from Secondo. "Va bene," he assured. "It's worth it. This time, I'm going to do everything right."

"Questo non è il nostro problema, Secondo," Primo interjected, placing his hand on Secondo's shoulder and turning him away from you and Copia.

The three brothers exited the bedroom, with Terzo closing the door behind him, leaving you and Copia in a moment of intimate solitude. The silence that followed was charged with a palpable energy, the unspoken understanding of the weighty matters that had been alluded to.

Copia's hand cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as you turned to him with a warm smile. "So you love me, eh?" Copia teased, his voice filled with affection.

You couldn't help but giggle in response. "Oh! Are you going to tease me about it now?"

Copia's expression softened as he pressed a gentle peck on your lips. "No, amore, I just didn't expect you would say it back," he admitted softly. "I thought... You didn't feel it the way I did."

"I thought you didn't feel this way about me..." you confessed, your voice carrying a note of relief as you saw Copia's gentle smile in response.

Copia leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, but before the moment could fully unfold, a knock on the door interrupted your connection. Copia let out a frustrated hum and reluctantly took a step away from you, making his way toward the door. Copia reached the door and opened it to reveal Primo, who had returned, wearing a more serious expression than before.

"Perdona l'interruzione," Primo began, his tone shifting from urgency to a more casual one. "I came to ask if you would like to join us for a meal, fratello."

"A meal?" you asked innocently.

"Fratello, I think that now is not the best time for it," Copia responded, a sense of reluctance in his voice, withdrawing his hands from your face.

"Are you sure?" Primo pressed, a hint of concern in his tone.

"Sì, sì," Copia affirmed, his tone firm.

"Bene," Primo nodded. "I'll let you two rest for now."

As Primo left, you exchanged smiles. Once the door was closed, you turned your attention to Copia, who began removing his gloves. He moved gracefully towards the bed, leaving the gloves resting on the mattress.

You moved to the bed, sitting on its edge, your body turned towards Copia as you fixed your gaze upon him. "Copia, are you sure you don't need to eat?" you inquired, your concern evident.

"I'm pretty sure, cara," he assured you, turning his body towards you.

"It's okay for me if you do need to eat, I wouldn't mind at all," you said with sincerity.

"Cara, trust me, I'm fine," Copia reiterated, his tone gentle yet resolute.

"Okay then..." you replied, a hint of anticipation in your voice. "Well, I guess we will spend our evening here, then?"

"Sì, probably. Is it okay with you?" Copia asked.

"Yes, a house with vampires doesn't bother me anymore," you responded, your tone light.

"Oh, are you not afraid of the vampires anymore?" Copia teased, taking a step closer to you.

"If they all look like you, I'm not afraid of any of them," you retorted, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you bit your lower lip.

"Are you saying I'm not intimidating enough?" Copia teased back, running his hands through your thighs, taking his place between them.

You shook your head, watching him approach you slowly. "I don't think you are intimidating, not at all."

Copia closed the distance between you two, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he pulled you to him in a swift and powerful motion, causing your body to collide against his.

"So you're not afraid of what I could do to you?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.

"Should I be afraid of what you could do to me?" you responded, your own voice equally suggestive, as the tension between you both grew palpable.

"Perhaps you should, considering I am a vampire," he replied.

"Oh, and are you a formidable vampire, Copia?" you inquired, your hands gliding across your chest.

Copia's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he moved closer, closing the distance between your faces.

"Cara mia," he purred, "I can be as dangerous as you think I can be," his voice took on a deeper, seductive tone.

You could feel the heat rising between you, your bodies nearly touching, and the room seemed to pulse with a magnetic energy that neither of you could resist. Copia's fingers traced a slow, teasing path along your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

"Tell me," he continued in a sultry whisper, "how dangerous do you want me to be, cara?"

Your breath caught in your throat as desire coursed through your veins. Your hands moved to rest on his shoulders, and you leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear.

"As dangerous as you can be," you murmured, your voice dripping with desire.

"And how much enticing do you want me to be, cara?" he whispered, his voice husky.

You smiled wickedly, biting your lower lip. "As much as you want to be," you responded.

Copia's eyes widened slightly as you spoke, inhaling sharply, his hands moving up to grasp your waist, pulling you into his embrace. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, dancing with your, exploring every inch of it. The kiss was fiery and intense, he moaned softly and you pressed your body against his, grinding yourself against him. His hand slid down, cupping your ass, pulling you tighter against him.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily as your fingers deftly unbuttoned his jacket. "I want you Copia, I really want you," you said, gasping for air.

"Do you, cara?" he asked, his voice low and dark.

"More than anything," you replied, your body trembling with desire.

"I really want you too," he murmured.

You blushed, your heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes were shining with desire as you gently reclined on the bed, watching him removing his jacket. Copia crawled on top of you, moving slowly, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"Wait," you said resting your hands on his shoulders. "What about your brothers?" you asked, concern evident in your voice.

"They are not here, cara," he replied, his voice low and husky. "So we don't have to worry about them. They are very busy, so is just you and me now."

You bit your lower lip, your hand slipping down to cup his crotch. "So let's make ourselves very busy now."

Copia's eyes darkened as you squeezed his hardness. "So eager, cara," he remarked with a chuckle.

He bent forward and kissed you softly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue flicked out and teased with the tip of it. You parted your lips allowing his tongue to slide inside your mouth, moaning softly, pressing your body against him. His hands slid up and down your body, until he slid his fingers under your pants. You gasped as they found your wetness.

You were already soaked, and he knew exactly where to touch you now. He stroke you through your panties, and you could feel your juices flowing freely. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers stoked through your flesh, dipping into your heat, and pressing into your clit. Your legs shook, and you pushed against him, grinding yourself against his hand.

His lips left yours and traveled slowly down your neck, licking and sucking gently. He nipped at your neck, then sucked your earlobe between his sharp teeth.

"Oh... Copia," you whispered in a gasp. "Yes..."

"Yes? What is 'yes,' cara?" he asked, drawing closer to your ear.

"Yes, fuck me."

Copia felt a shiver racing down his spine at your words. He let out a low growl and moved his head to meet your gaze. His eyes sparkled with desire and lust as they bore into yours. He pulled away from you, and you whimpered, disappointed.

"Say it again," he urged.

"Fuck me, Copia," you said, leaning in, brushing your lips on his. "I can't wait any longer. Fuck me right here, right now."

"Amore," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see every inch of you, per favore."

You nodded, and Copia smoothly moved from atop you to the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. You then stood in front of him, anticipation coursing through your veins, quickly shedding your clothes. He watched you, his eyes devouring you. You could feel his gaze burning through you, and you trembled at the thought of how much he wanted you. It wasn't impossible to not feel like a goddess standing before him, and you love it. You approached the bed, and he gently grasped your hand. You climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of him.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire..." he paused, his voice filled with a dark and mysterious allure. "Very long existence," with a slow, deliberate grace, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from your neck. "You make my centuries of existence worth every moment," he whispered, his breath cool against your skin.

Your heart raced as his words sent shivers down your spine. "You made the years of my existence worth every moment," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

He chuckled softly, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "I've seen countless wonders in my time, but none compare to you."

With a newfound sense of desire and urgency, your hands moved to his chest, gently but firmly guiding him back towards the headboard of the bed. Your fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them one by one, revealing the contours of his body beneath. His shirt hung open on his body, your eyes roamed over his bare chest, taking in every sinuous line and the cool, smooth skin that seemed to beckon your touch. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation.

You lowered yourself, gently placing kisses on his chest. His hand found its way to your head, fingers entwining in your hair. Your eyes closed as you lavished each inch of his chest with kisses. Continuing downward, your lips trailed to his stomach, leaving a trail of moist kisses in their wake. Your hands, meanwhile, explored his thighs with gentle caresses.

"Cara mia," he moaned softly.

"Hush," you whispered, placing a finger to his lips. "Allow me to compensate you for this morning, Copia."

He chuckled softly, and you continued your descent, placing a tender kiss along his happy trail, moving down to his bulge, where a gentle kiss left him whimpering in delight. You unzipped his pants, reaching inside. You wrapped your hand around his hardness and squeezed it gently, feeling it pulse in your hand. You looked at him, pulling his member out of his pants. His hardness sprang free and you gasped at its size.

"Mmm, amore," he purred. "It's been so long since someone touched me like this."

"Don't worry, Copia. We'll ensure the wait is well rewarded," you murmured, a sly grin playing on your lips.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, tasting him. He groaned, his eyes closing. You smiled at him, then wrapped your lips on the tip again, running the tongue over it. His hand tightened in your hair, and you moaned around him. You heard him groaning again, and you slipped his member deeper into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, sucking him hard. You crossed your legs and gently rubbed them together.

"Merda! Cara, per favore, have mercy of me," he growled. "Cazzo, amore, this is..." he was cut off by his own passionate moan.

You felt his body tense and head him grunting as he held you close. You increased your pace, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, sucking hard. He tasted so good, and you moaned around him once again. He cried out, thrusting his hips upward. You continued to suck, but slowed your movements, going with your hand to hold his member, stroking it. His breathing became ragged, and you locked your gaze with his.

"Amore, if you continue like this... I... I won't be able... to control myself," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

You ignored his warn and continued to suck him, your hand stroking his length. You felt his member swell in your mouth, and you quickened your pace. He cried out, and you removed your mouth seeing his body shaking and his load shooting. He shuddered, finally opening his eyes, grinning at you. You lowered your head licking him clean, and then, pulled back, licking your lips.

"Mi... Mi dispiace... I didn't intend for it to happen so quickly," he gasped.

You chuckled softly, gently holding his face in your hands. "Don't worry, Copia. I'm happy it happened quickly; it means it was great, didn't it?"

"It was amazing, amore mio," he replied with a wicked smile. "Now come here."

He pushed you back and held your hips, guiding you onto your back. You spread your legs wide, eager for him. He moved between them, and you sighed as you felt his length sliding between your folds. He pressed himself into you, and you moaned. As you gazed into his eyes, recognizing the uncertainty in his eyes, you nodded and then looked down, watching him slide into you. You whimpered as he filled you completely, stretching you. He leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head.

"Cazzo, you're so tight," he said, his voice rough. "So hot."

He leaned in kissing you deeply, his tongue plunging into your mouth. He began moving slowly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, his face contorted with pleasure.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

You nodded and he began to move inside of you, slow and easy. You closed your eyes feeling him moving within you. You sighed happily as you felt yourself melting beneath him. You opened your eyes and watched him, reveling in the sight of him taking you. Your hands instinctively moved to his face, cradling it gently.

"Ah... Copia," you sighed. That feels so good, you feel so good, you can go... faster if you want."

"Merda, amore, you take my cock so well, you're so hot and wet," he groaned. "You feel so good, cazzo, you are amazing!"

Copia picked up speed, pounding into you. You arched your back and moaned. You reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling him into you harder. He growled and moved faster, his strokes becoming harder, slamming his hips against yours.

"Yes, yes, yes! Like th... Copi-Ah! Ah! Please, don't stop, fuck me," you moaned biting your lower lip.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue darting into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down to kiss you harder. You moaned on his lips and he broke the kiss. He gazed down at you, but his demeanor had shifted noticeably. His eyes appeared darker, his lips slightly parted, as if he were in some kind of trance. His movements continued, but his hungry gaze focused solely on you, prompting you to furrow your brows with concern.

"C-Copia? What's wrong?" you asked, your worry evident.

Copia remained unresponsive, his thrust growing more intense. The intoxicating sensation was undeniable, but the apprehension about his expression gnawed at you. You gently released your arms from around his neck and reached for his face, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his lips.

"Copia," you whispered softly. "What's happening?"

Suddenly, he stopped moving, and the intensity in his expression melted away. He shook his head and straightened up, withdrawing from you. He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard panting heavily. You sat on the bed in front of him, tilting your head to the side as you regarded him with deep concern etched across your face.

"Copia..." you called out to him, your voice filled with concern.

"Your heat is overwhelming," he admitted, his breath ragged. "It's driving me wild, making me crave you more and more, and it's making me yearn to taste you."

"Then bite me," you implored, resting a hand on his thigh.

"No, cara, I can't bear to hurt you," he protested.

"Copia, you won't hurt me," you assured him. "You would never hurt me. Please, I can't stand to see you like this. If you want to bite me, just do it."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

"I am," you replied firmly. "Please, don't torture yourself any longer."

As Copia hesitated, his dark eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck as he whispered, "I promise, amore, I'll be gentle."

With those words, he bared his fangs and slowly sank them into your neck. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through your body. Copia's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he drank from you, his movements careful and controlled. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Copia's instincts kicked in, and he drank just enough to satisfy his hunger without causing you any harm. As he continued, your world began to blur. Copia gently withdrew his fangs from your neck, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss on the puncture wounds.

"You're as sweet as your appearance," he whispered, his words barely audible. "Did I cause you any pain?"

He held you close, his cool skin pressing against yours, and the rhythm of his undead heart throbbed against your chest. Your hand found its way to his hair, your fingers gently caressing his scalp.

"Just a slight discomfort, but it's alright. It wasn't too painful," you whispered in response.

Copia's eyes softened as he continued to hold you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. "Mi dispiace for any pain, amore," he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. "I tried to be as gentle as I could."

You leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his lips, reassuring him. "It's alright, Copia. I knew what I was getting into, and I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant helping you."

His grateful smile persisted, and he withdrew his fangs completely. Gently, he lowered you onto the bed, his body hovering above yours. "Did I ruin the mood?" he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

You shook your head with a soft chuckle. "Not at all, Copia, not even a little."

His longing eyes met yours, and he confessed, "I want to continue, but I'm afraid I'll get that urge to bite you again."

You ran your fingers through his hair, reassuring him with a passionate gaze. "If you ever feel that way, don't stop, Copia. Just bite me."

With a mischievous grin, Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. He crawled on top of you, straddling your hips. He reached down and guided himself into you once more. Your body arched beneath him. He reached down, and grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs up and spreading them wide. You moaned and arched your hips up, rocking your hips against him. Copia moved slowly, building up speed. You felt him grow harder inside of you, and you tightened around him.

He broke the kiss and growled. With forceful intensity, he thrust into you, increasing the tempo and pressure. His body descended, bringing his face closer to your neck. His teeth nipped at your neck, and you moaned, your nails digging into his back.

"Ah, Copia, it's ok, bite me," you moaned softly. "Bite me, take me as yours in every way."

This time, he didn't stop his movements. Copia grabbed your waist and opened his mouth wider. With a feral hunger, he bit your neck even harder. You could feel his sharp fangs eagerly sinking into your skin, his vampire nature fully unleashed. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as you realized the depth of his desire. His lips brushed against your skin, and you couldn't help but be both captivated and apprehensive.

"Oh! Oh! C-Oh! Copia..." you closed your eyes, as you cried out.

The initial sharp pain gradually transformed into a strange, euphoric pleasure that left you breathless. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, both soothing and electrifying the wound. You could sense the intoxication in his movements, the hunger and the power that coursed through his veins. His grip on your body tightened as he indulged in the life essence that flowed from your throat.

His grip on your waist tightened, and you felt his body tremble with a mixture of pleasure and restraint. He pulled his lips away from your neck, and his gaze met yours. You noticed that his mouth still bore traces of your blood. You extended your hand toward his lips, using your thumb to wipe away the stains. He responded with a smile and planted a gentle kiss on your thumb.

"Merda!" he exclaimed. "You're incredible in every aspect. Your blood is exquisite, your pussy is delicious, your lips are intoxicating, and the way you take my cock feels incredible."

His words sent shivers through your body, causing you to clench around him as a loud moan escaped your lips. You hastily covered your mouth with your hands. Copia couldn't help but chuckle as he withdrew from you, eliciting a sigh from your lips.

"We can make some noise, but let's not get too carried away, sì?" he remarked with a playful tone.

Gripping your waist firmly, he spun you around and positioned you on all fours, his member rubbing against your clit. He slid back into you, and you gasped. He began to move faster, slamming into you. He reached around and rubbed your clit, his other hand grabbing your hips.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry, amore," he reassured you, his grin widening. "Your moans are like music to my ears, but I'd prefer to keep that symphony just for me," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He pumped into you faster, his length hitting deep inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips. He kept increasing his speed and you were about to come. The feeling of him inside you mixed with his fingers on your clit was to much to handle. He rubbed faste, and you screamed, your orgasm ripping through you. You came harder than you ever had before, your walls squeezing around his member.

"Fuck, Copia! A-Ah! I'm coming, I'm coming," you whined.

Copia slowed down his pace as you spammed around all his length. He slammed into you again, coming inside you, filling you up with shots of his loads. "Ah, cazzo, amore, sei così perfetta! You made me cum so good on your pussy," he grunted and you felt his hot seed fill you.

He removed his finger from your clit, bringing it to his mouth, licking it. Painting heavily, he slowly pulled out of you. You could feel his seed dripping out of you and you bit your bottom lip, closing your eyes. You collapsed onto the bed, your breath heavy and your body still tingling from the intensity.

Copia lay beside you, and you snuggled up against him, seeking his comforting presence. A contented sigh escaped your lips as he tenderly kissed your forehead. In the silence that followed, your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest, their gentle caresses a soothing distraction.

What had just transpired was undoubtedly the most incredible sexual experience of your life, and you felt an undeniable urge to continue, but a sudden weakness had washed over you. Perhaps it was because Copia had consumed your blood, which didn't trouble you in the slightest, but it did raise questions about the future. Would every encounter be like this? Would you always feel this drain afterward?

Secondo's words echoed in your mind once more, reminding you of the stark differences between you and Copia. He was immortal, and you were not. Your relationship with him had an expiration date, a fact you had been trying to push aside. It wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts, not after experiencing one of the most extraordinary moments of your life, but these intrusive thoughts seemed impossible to escape.

"Amore?" he called for you, a furrow forming on his brow. "Is everything okie dokie?"

"Huh? Me? Yes, I'm okay, Copia," you replied, your fingers nervously tracing patterns on his chest.

"You seem distracted, was it not to your liking?" he inquired, his eyes searching your face for any sign of unease. "Are you feeling sick? weak?"

"No, I mean- Yes, it was incredible, Copia, don't worry," you chuckled softly, your gaze finally meeting his. "I'm fine, I'm not sick, I'm completely fine."

"So what is it?" He took a gentle step closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "Do you want to talk about something, cara mia?"

"I... There's something on my mind," you began, your voice laden with uncertainty.

Copia looked at you with a loving and patient expression. "What is on your mind, amore? Tell me."

You took a deep breath before continuing, "I was thinking about what Secondo said about us being different, how we are not... equal."

Copia's expression remained soft and understanding. "Oh, amore, this doesn't bother me at all."

"I know, but, Copia," you sighed, your voice heavy with emotion. "I'll grow old, and life will pass, and I'll die at a certain age, and... I... We will not be together forever, and you will always be around, but I'm not eternal."

Copia listened intently as you voiced your fears and concerns, his love for you evident in his eyes.

You continued, your voice trembling slightly, "I would be glad to spend your limited life by your side, but I can't deny that seeing you... watching you live on while I'm gone would hurt me. I don't... want to think about me leaving you," you confessed.

Copia's gaze never left yours as he spoke reassuringly, "But you wouldn't be leaving me, amore. That would be just the consequences of a human life."

"But what if I don't want to face the consequences of my human life?" you questioned, your voice barely above a whisper.

Copia leaned in closer, his eyes filled with love and understanding. "What do you mean, cara mia?"

You hesitated, struggling to find the words to express your deepest desires. "What if I want to have eternal life by your side, Copia? I just love you so much, I... I can't bear the thought of growing older every day, knowing that I won't be with you in the afterlife."

Copia's gaze held yours, and he spoke with a tenderness that left no room for doubt, "Amore, am I understanding what you are saying?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet, Copia," you replied, your uncertainty still evident. "Because, I don't know if I would be prepared for this lifestyle."

Copia reached out, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb, his eyes filled with love and devotion. "You wouldn't have to worry about it, cara," he assured you. "I would be by your side all the time. Taking care of you, being with you, loving you."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a rush of emotions. "Would you?" you asked, seeking confirmation.

"Sì, amore mio, forever and ever," Copia affirmed, his voice filled with sincerity. He shifted his position, moving on top of you, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering affection. "So what do you say, cara?" he asked tenderly. "Do you want the eternal life by my side?"

Grammar

Buongiorno, dormigliona - Good morning, sleepyhead.

Mi dispiace, amore - I'm sorry, love.

Sì - Yes.

Cara - Dear.

Molto bene - Very well.

Miei fratelli - My brothers.

Fratello! Sei venuto! - Brother! You came!

Cosa sto facendo qui - What am I doing here?

Da quando sei diventato così brontolone? - Since when did you become so grumpy?

Non preoccuparti, fratello - Don't worry, brother.

Ti abbiamo appena sentito mancare - We just missed you.

Piccolina - Little one.

I nostri fratelli - Our brothers.

Non posso credere che tu sia veramente qui - I can't believe you're really here.

E hai portato uno spuntino con te - And you brought a snack with you.

Lei non è uno spuntino - She is not a snack.

Cretino - Idiot.

Mio fratello, sei davvero venuto - My brother, you really came.

Cosa hai fatto? - What have you done?

Fai attenzione, piccola angela - Be careful, little angel.

Lasciala andare - Let her go.

Non lo dirò di nuovo - I won't say it again.

Capito - Got it.

Qualsiasi cosa tu voglia, fratello - Whatever you want, brother.

Per favore - Please.

Ci dispiace profondamente - We are deeply sorry.

Fratello - Brother.

Ti amo così tanto, amore - I love you so much, my love.

Vieni con me, fratello - Come with me, brother.

Capisco cosa intendi ora - I see what you mean now.

Donna - Woman.

Io apprezzo la tua autostima - I appreciate your self-esteem.

Bella - Beautiful.

Perfetto - Perfect.

Bene - Well.

Va bene - It's fine.

Questo non è il nostro problema - This is not our problem.

Perdona l'interruzione - Forgive the interruption.

Merda - Shit.

Cazzo - Fuck.

Mi dispiace - I'm sorry.

Sei così perfetta - You're so perfect.

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette scrolled through her contacts, struggling to keep herself covered by her blanket with one hand whilst using her phone with the other. She kept the hand just barely outside of the blanket, enough for her to see but without sticking it too far out of the cocoon of warmth she'd crafted for herself.

It was freezing, and moving was not an option, As she was sitting on her chaise lounge with her bed's blanket around her, she couldn't go to her computer nor do any of her usual hobbies that involved—well, anything. She could've downloaded a game on her phone to play, but she didn't need to end up becoming addicted. The last thing she wanted was to be featured in an article titled Paris Goes Up in Flames While Ladybug Works On Her Fictional Hamster Restaurant.

She'd just have to call someone. Her contacts were vast with all the people she'd gotten to know or needed to exchange numbers with, but the actual options were limited. There were certain expectations of what kind of call she'd get depending on the person, so instead of the name of the person, she pictured what she expected to get if she called them.

Drama, anxiety, gossip, more anxiety, crafts—ah—!

She stopped on one contact in particular, tipping her head back and letting out a triumphant exhale. It was after sunset, so she knew he wouldn't be working. She could only hope that he didn't mind being called.

Putting the phone to her ear, she waited. The rocking ringtone had her bouncing a bit, but she was careful not to move so much that it undid her cocoon.

Eventually, a click followed and Luka's familiar voice greeted, "Hey, Marinette."

She hummed contentedly, already feeling soothed. "Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything."

"No. I left my phone on my bed when I went to get a drink," he explained, having already guessed (correctly) that it was the amount of time it took for him to pick up that concerned her. "How are you?"

"Nnngh," she whined at the mention. "Cold. My parents went away for the weekend and I don't want to warm up the whole house just for me." Pouting, she added with spite, "I think the space heater's in their bedroom, but they locked the door before they left."

"Ah." She could practically hear the sympathetic frown. "...You could break in?"

She snorted, knowing exactly what he was referencing, "I'm only an expert in sneaking into TV studios, not breaking into people's bedrooms. Besides, it's too cold to move anyway. Maybe the lock is frozen."

"Can I help?" He sounded genuine in the request despite not being there himself. The question made sense since she'd called: either she needed something from him or just wanted a distraction.

Marinette stalled on answering. Thinking it was one thing, but she feared it might sound embarrassing coming out of her mouth. A friend could say it to another friend without them feeling like it was weird, right?

"Uh, well... you already are?" She curled in further on herself, like a turtle trying to draw into its shell. "I thought it'd help with the cold if I called someone, and you... were the warmest person I could think of...?"

There was a sound on the other line - it could've been a word, could've been a choke, could've meant nothing at all - but then there was only silence. Marinette pulled the phone away to check the call, confirming that it was still going.

Finally, Luka spoke again, "I'll come over."

"W-what?" She put the phone back to her ear. "Right now?"

She could faintly hear footsteps as he replied, "I can help you stay warm."

"Wait—" She cut herself off when she heard a noise as if Luka had hit or stumbled over something, but he didn't make any acknowledgment or yelp over it. "Luka, you can't! It's too cold outside!"

"Maybe," he acknowledged, "but then I'll be at the warmest place I could be."

And then the call cut off, presumably as Luka hung up to leave. Marinette gaped at her phone's screen, then outright dropped her phone into her cocoon and fully submerged herself into it.

He called me warm!

Things had been like that ever since he had confessed to her, or maybe ever since they'd started work on the music video. She wasn't quite sure, but they'd definitely spoken and done more with each other as of late.

Either way, he was coming and she finally had something motivating enough to make her get up, taking the blanket with her.

——

Marinette was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, feeling strange about being close to the bakery without the warmth coming with it, when there was finally a knock at the side door. Her head jerked up, seeing Luka past the glass, and hurried to open the door for him.

A gust of cold wind blew in, sapping the warmth from her and causing her teeth to chatter, but Luka was quick to come in so they could close it as soon as possible.

"It's even colder out there than I thought..." Marinette trailed off, taking Luka in. "...Where's your coat?"

"I c-couldn't find it," he replied, movements notably slower than usual as he pulled at the strap of his duffel bag to bring it in front of him, "b-but I grabbed everything that might help with the cold—"

She reached up, his voice cutting out as she touched his cheek. It was like ice against her fingertips, earning a gasp out of her. "You're freezing!"

He might've said something in defense of himself, but she wasn't listening. She knocked the duffel bag strap from his shoulder, grasped the far edges of her blanket, and immediately went in for a hug.

The cold coming off of Luka bit her in return, but she didn't let go. He'd gone through all the effort to come by and she'd been raised better than to leave a guest to be cold.

Besides, two friends could share a little body heat, and he would've refused if she'd offered the entire blanket since it would've left her cold. In that respect, it was a genius idea that only Ladybug could come up with on the fly.

He was stiff, his heart racing from what she'd assumed was him having run there, but then he hugged her back. She'd been anticipating all of the cold, yet it wasn't all bad. He was still warm in the traditional Luka way.

——

After ensuring that he had recovered enough from the cold and had put his duffel bag back on, Marinette insisted that he share the blanket with her. There was a bit of back and forth over it considering the stairs, but ultimately they squished together and took the top corner on their side to pull towards their chest to keep at least their backs covered. There was no way the blanket would wrap fully around both of them, but they managed.

It probably wasn't doing a very good job of blanketing them, but it was equal and the only thing they could agree on. Surprisingly easily, they also went up the stairs in sync, as if stepping to a beat that only they could hear.

"Marinette," Luka began as they reached the top, looking around curiously, "did your power go out?"

"Hm? No."

While the lights were off and it was after sunset, it was still early enough that the light from the windows still made things visible enough. Besides, she had a plan in mind.

Pushing open the door to reveal the living room and kitchen, Marinette grinned in satisfaction at the feeling it brought her. She'd set up battery-powered candles strategically around the area, explaining as much to him, "Candles feel so much warmer than normal lights. I thought that if we couldn't deal with the real cold, we could deal with the cold in our minds. Atmosphere helps, you know?"

Luka stared - really stared - at their surroundings, taking in the full scope of her efforts. His mouth opened when he met her eyes like he had something to ask her, but stopped short and shook his head instead.

"Luka?"

"It looks great," he praised. "I feel bad that the food I brought doesn't match the tune though."

"Hm?" She glanced at his bag, reminded of what he'd said earlier. "Oh yeah! What'd you bring?"

Determined not to release the blanket, he fumbled with the bag one-handed until she used her free hand to hold it in place so he could pull the zipper back. Inside was something large and fluffy, as well as two cups of instant noodles, each in different flavors.

Regretfully, he admitted, "We were out of hot chocolate."

"No no, this'll work!" She hovered a hand over the two, but hesitated. "Uh, can I pick either?"

"I picked two in case you didn't like one of them."

"Oh." That reassured her that Luka was happy with either, so she snatched the one she preferred. "We should have an electric kettle somewhere to heat the water."

Which, of course, led to another problem: they'd committed to the blanket by then and thus didn't have both of their hands free to actually work anything. Marinette didn't doubt that she could do it all one-handed in a pinch, but it'd be a pain.

Then, remembering what they'd done with the duffel bag just a moment ago, she glanced at her hand and Luka's, noting amusedly, "We have two hands between the both of us?"

He snorted, raising his free hand to show his approval at the ridiculousness of it all.

——

In the end, they worked together after all. Luka would open the cupboard, Marinette would get the kettle, he would turn on the sink while she held it, and so on. They struggled most getting the protective plastic off of the ramen cups, but it was fun and they managed with their level of teamwork.

She chuckled internally at the situation, imagining telling her partner as Ladybug that he was being replaced. Knowing him, that might be the one time he took something seriously, but it was funny to think about.

They did a little bit of clean-up while waiting for the ramen to be done, then carried both cups - utensils included - up to her room. Marinette had it set up in the same way as the kitchen, so there were more candles placed around to provide the perfect amount of warm lighting.

"Hold on," Luka requested. To Marinette's shock, he let his side of the blanket drop along with his duffel bag, putting his cup of ramen aside so he could slowly coax the large fluffy fabric out with both hands.

It was another blanket. She almost asked him why he hadn't used it before - not that she'd taken any issue with the results - but then the sound of something hitting the floor with a 'clack' got her attention. Searching for the source, she saw a large, unwieldy cable coming out from a spot in the fabric.

Ah. It was an electric blanket.

He laid it down on the floor and went to plug it in while she abandoned their original blanket on her chaise lounge. They both seemed to wordlessly agree that it was a better idea to sit on a harder and flatter surface to ensure that they didn't cause any spills with their cups.

When Luka returned from setting things up, they both sat on the blanket and fashioned the rest to go across as much of their lower body as possible. While it left their upper bodies exposed, they needed more room around their front to eat anyway and the ramen would likely do well enough in warming them.

"How is it?" Marinette asked while gathering up a good bit of her own with her utensil.

He hadn't actually eaten any yet, so she waited for him to take a bite. He chewed the ramen more slowly than expected, but she supposed he wanted to give her a proper answer.

"It's good." He glanced at hers as well. "What about yours?"

She took the bite, having been waiting for him to ask. It tasted good and everything, just as his did, but her takeaway was a pleased, "Warm."

They had a bit of a laugh before focusing on the food again. Marinette figured that she could've pulled out her phone and found something for them to watch while they ate, but it was actually nice just sitting with him and eating together.

While they ate, she found her gaze wandering to his ramen rather than hers, even though the only difference visually was the broth's color. It was strange how she'd been the one who got the first pick of the flavors, yet suddenly his was looking more appealing to her.

She kind of wanted to try it, but wouldn't it be rude to ask? It was only right that she make an offer first so things were fair.

"Luka," she called, preparing another bite of ramen. When he looked over to see what she wanted, she held it out to him. "Want some?"

His gaze went to the bite, then her, then back to the bite again. At first, she thought he might refuse her, but then he leaned in, opening his mouth and claiming what she'd offered him. The content hum that he let out afterward made her skeptical of his earlier implication that he liked both flavors equally.

Licking his lips in satisfaction, he asked in return, "Do you want some too?"

"Mhm~" She leaned in advance, trying to look prepared, not eager.

She didn't often have ramen, but she knew she'd tried the one that he'd had before. They must've changed the recipe too as, when she let him feed it to her, it tasted better than she remembered it being.

As she was chewing to savor it, Luka averted his gaze from her, though not looking at anything in particular. There was clearly something on his mind and she wondered if it had anything to do with what he stopped himself from saying earlier.

"...Marinette," he began slowly, "are you... comfortable with me?"

She tilted her head, having had no idea that had ever been a question for him. "Yeah, of course I am? Aren't you comfortable with me?"

He nodded. "I've always been comfortable with you, but I wouldn't blame you if you felt awkward after what I said at the TV studio."

"At the TV..." She blushed, the memory springing to mind immediately. "That? No, no way, why would I?"

He didn't answer, but she could tell that he didn't have a problem with what they were doing. He was just trying to understand, but understand what? She didn't get it. He'd confessed to her, sure, but they'd grown closer if anything else, so there was nothing to be confused by. She not only was doing everything he was doing on their little hang out in her home, but first, so if anything it was her who you'd think had the...

Marinette froze, even though she hadn't felt cold since Luka had gotten there. To say that a final puzzle piece was put in its rightful place wouldn't be accurate, as it was more like she'd been only playing with one when the entire rest of the puzzle dropped down to complete everything.

She hugged him for warmth for far longer than she should have, she pressed up against him and eagerly shared a blanket, she made sure that they continued sharing the blanket, she fed him and even wanted a bite of his food, and then there was the little detail of setting up candlelight.

Luka had been so befuddled by all of this because he'd confessed and she only got closer to him in response without explicitly telling him why that was. He could make assumptions, certainly, but he never liked to.

She stared down into the broth of her ramen, swirling it around while she gathered her thoughts. At the same time though, if she stayed quiet long enough, then Luka would no doubt change the subject to give her a way out.

She didn't want that.

"Do—" She pressed her lips into a thin line, mulling over the question once more. "...Do you want another taste?"

It sounded like a switch in topic and Luka treated it as one, nodding as if the discussion had never happened. He leaned towards her to prepare for another bite, but she silently set aside her cup of ramen. She took his as well, letting the two cups sit next to each other to leave their hands free.

Without another word, she took his confused face in her hands and kissed him. The salty taste of the ramen still lingered on his lips and hers, but she didn't care. She held him there, only able to hope that the gesture got her whole point across.

Especially because, as soon as she pulled away from his blushing face, she made a break for it. Leaving the electric blanket's warmth behind, she fled to the chaise lounge to her abandoned blanket and dove underneath, surrounding herself with it until it was like she'd made a protective dome around herself.

"I'm sorry!" she let out, even though it would sound slightly muffled to his ears.

There was a shuffling noise, followed by rapid footsteps that indicated Luka's approach. He sounded cautious, wondering aloud, "You're sorry... for kissing me?"

"No." Her answer was immediate. "Just... I-I wasn't used to things like this being like this."

Despite the nonsensical phrasing, he - being the fascinatingly understanding boy he was - somehow made sense of it. "...Being in love?"

"Mm," she hummed affirmatively. The chaise lounge's cushion underneath her shifted from the weight distribution and she knew that Luka must've sat down near her, so it was okay to be quieter as she elaborated, "It's never been comfortable before."

It sounded bizarre even though it'd come from her own mouth, but it was true. She'd done all manner of things for what she'd thought was love, most of them ending in either failure, outright humiliating herself, or both.

Yet, when Luka came along, the word "failure" didn't have a meaning in her relationship with him and she wasn't so anxious as to make a fool out of herself. They had already bonded as friends and he was happy with that - they both were - so where was the risk?

There wasn't any; just two teens who loved each other as both friends and lovers.

"You don't have to apologize," Luka assured. A lightness returning to his voice, he added, "But... I want to give you a taste too."

Marinette's face burned, and not entirely out of embarrassment. She'd come up with that line on the fly and he was actually rolling with it.

Slowly, she reached out for the edge of the blanket closest to Luka, lifting it up just enough to let some light pour in. He slid his hand right in front of the newly-made opening and, feeling prepared, she reached out and covered his hand with hers.

Pushing herself up with her other hand, she sat up and brushed the blanket back so it fell over her shoulders. Luka smiled fondly at her, grabbing at the electric blanket he'd brought with him on his lap so he could move and face her better. She helped him adjust until they were side-by-side against the chaise lounge's backrest, both laying on and being surrounded by the blanket's warmth.

Happy to fulfill his request, she let him caress her cheek and return her earlier kiss, all thoughts of ever having been cold before he arrived long forgotten.