Sweet Whispers : Pinocchio Headcanons :

Sweet Whispers : Pinocchio Headcanons :

Pinocchio's headcanons: more sweet stuff

1. Whispered Codes of Affection: Pinocchio and his beloved craft a secret language of love, woven from gentle touches and knowing glances. This silent dialogue becomes their sanctuary, a way to whisper "I love you" without a sound, whether they're separated by a room or amidst the whispers of the hotel.

2. Together in Learning, United in Laughter: In the quiet halls of Hotel Krat, they embark on a journey of mutual discovery. Whether it's the strum of a string or the stroke of a paintbrush, each new skill learned is a chapter in their story of love, filled with laughter at shared missteps and joy in every small victory.

3. Tales at Twilight: As dusk falls, they curl up together, the world outside fading away as they lose themselves in tales of adventure and magic, read aloud in hushed tones. This ritual of sharing stories becomes their escape, a way to travel far beyond Krat's confines, heart to heart.

4. Dreams of Tomorrow: Amidst the shadows of Krat, they dare to dream of a brighter future. Together, they envision a world of their own making, a place where their love can flourish in the sunlight, unchained by fear or despair. These dreams, sketched out in moments of quiet intimacy, become the blueprint of their hope.

5. A Dance of Minds: Pinocchio, with his keen mechanical insight and his partner, with a flair for strategy, finds delight in unraveling puzzles together. Each solved riddle is a celebration of their partnership, a testament to the strength found in their unity.

6. The Book of Us: In the heart of the hotel, they begin to compile a memory book. Its pages are filled with laughter, love, and the promise of tomorrow, capturing the essence of their days spent in the shelter of each other's company. This book grows into a treasure chest of their journey together, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounds them.

Unbreakable Bonds

Crow sat comfortably on the floor in the HELM, with Hawkmoon dismantled on his lap. He meticulously cleaned each piece, humming softly while he worked. His concentration was so intense that he wouldn’t hear anyone sneaking up on him.

Aria entered the room silently, her presence almost ethereal. Her tan complexion had a subtle glow, with light shifting under her skin, giving her an otherworldly appearance that hinted at her Awoken heritage. Her striking eyes, a mesmerizing mix of vivid turquoise and deep emerald green, scanned the room before resting on Crow.

She wore sleek, dark Warlock armor adorned with iridescent accents that complemented her glowing skin. The armor was lightweight and form-fitting, designed to enhance her agility and grace in combat. Her long, raven black hair, streaked with vibrant blue and violet, flowed in loose waves down her back. Her makeup was ethereal and beautiful, enhancing her mystical appearance.

Aria moved closer, her steps almost soundless on the floor. As she approached Crow, she took a moment to observe him, noting the careful attention he gave to Hawkmoon.

“Crow,” she called softly, her voice carrying a gentle tone.

When he heard his name, he snapped his head up, eyes widening momentarily. Recognition flickered in his expression as he saw Aria standing there, her otherworldly presence catching him off guard.

“Aria.” He said, surprise laced in his tone. He relaxed a fraction, his shoulders lowering. He placed Hawkmoon carefully on the floor next to him.

Aria took a step closer, her glowing eyes reflecting the dim light of the HELM. "I'm sorry if I startled you," she greeted, her voice calm and steady.

Crow shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He rested his forearms on his knees, his gaze locked on her. “You’re a stealthy one, you know that?” He replied, his tone lightly teasing. “And you didn’t startle me. I was just... focused.”

Aria allowed a small, amused smile to grace her lips. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "It's good to see you, Crow."

Crow chuckled softly, appreciating her subtle sense of humor. He gestured with his head towards a space on the floor next to him, silently inviting her to join him.

“Likewise, Aria. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He said, his expression sincere.

Aria accepted the invitation, gracefully lowering herself to sit beside him. She looked at him with a gentle smile, her glowing eyes reflecting warmth. "It has," she agreed. "A lot has happened since then."

Crow nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting momentarily to Hawkmoon and then back to her. “Too much has happened.” He admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. He leaned back slightly, using his hands to support himself. “Things are... tumultuous, to say the least.”

Aria nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “They are,” she agreed softly. “But amidst the chaos, we find our strength. And sometimes, it’s the tumult that shapes us into who we’re meant to be.”

Crow let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "That's a nice way to look at it, I suppose. But sometimes I wonder..." His voice trailed off, and his gaze turned contemplative as if he were lost in a sea of thoughts. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Sometimes I wonder if who I’m meant to be... is even someone worth being."

Aria's eyes softened with understanding and empathy. She moved closer, her presence radiating a quiet strength. She reached out and gently placed her hand on Crow's arm, a reassuring touch grounding him in the moment. "Crow," she said gently, "we all have doubts about our worth, especially when we're haunted by our past. But I see you for who you are now, and you are worth being. More than you know."

Crow’s eyes flicked down towards her hand on his arm, then back up to meet her gaze. A mix of emotions flickered across his face—uncertainty, doubt, and a hint of the lingering guilt he carried. But there was something else there too, something akin to vulnerability. He sighed, her words sinking in, and he spoke with a hint of resignation. "You give me too much credit, Aria. My past is not something easily forgiven."

Aria's grip on his arm tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance and unwavering support. "Crow, forgiveness isn't about forgetting the past. It's about recognizing the changes you've made and the person you've become. You've shown time and again that you're more than your past mistakes."

Crow looked away for a moment, his expression conflicted. "It's hard to see that when all I remember is the harm I've caused."

Aria gently lifted his chin, guiding his gaze back to hers. "Then let me remind you. Every day, you choose to be better, to help others, to protect those who can't protect themselves. That is what defines you now, not the shadows of who you were."

Crow's eyes met hers, and at that moment, he felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. On one hand, the sense of guilt and doubt still loomed heavily, and on the other, there was a small flicker of hope that her words had ignited. He searched her gaze, looking for any sign of dishonesty or pity, but he found none. All he saw was unwavering conviction and trust.

He exhaled, his breath shaky, and his shoulders sagged slightly. "How do you do that?" He said softly.

Aria's grip on his chin remained gentle, her thumb softly caressing his skin. "Do what?" she asked, her voice equally soft, her eyes never leaving his.

Crow swallowed, his gaze not wavering from hers. Her touch, though soft, seemed to ground him, anchoring him to the present moment. He continued quietly. "How do you see the best in me when I find it so hard? When all I see are my faults and mistakes, you still manage to find something worthy."

Aria's thumb continued its gentle caress on his chin, her eyes soft and filled with unwavering conviction. "Because, Crow, I've seen your actions. I've seen the choices you make every day to be better, and to help others. You aren't Uldren. You are Crow. And Crow is someone worth believing in."

Crow's eyes darkened slightly at the mention of 'Uldren', the guilt of his past transgressions surging forth. But he pushed the feeling down, focusing on her words, on the certainty in her gaze. He closed his eyes, letting her words sink in, allowing them to wash over him.

He took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper. "And what if I lose myself... again? What then?"

Aria's hand moved from his chin to his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. Her other hand came up to cradle his face, softly caressing his skin. "You won't," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. "And even if you start to, I'll be here to bring you back."

She leaned forward, bringing his head down until their foreheads rested against each other. The intimate gesture was grounding, a tangible connection that anchored him in the present moment.

"We're in this together, Crow," she continued softly, her breath mingling with his. "I won't let you lose yourself. And you won't have to face any of this alone."

Crow's eyes remained closed as he felt her breath against his face. The closeness of her, the feeling of her hands on his skin, the words she spoke, it felt... comforting, grounding. It was a stark contrast to the usual feelings of isolation he would often feel.

His body relaxed instinctively, tension easing from his shoulders, and he leaned into her touch, seeking her comfort. He let out a shaky exhale, his voice barely audible. "I don't deserve you."

Aria's touch grew even gentler, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks with soft, soothing strokes. "Crow," she whispered, her voice steady and filled with warmth, "you deserve kindness, compassion, and forgiveness just like anyone else. You deserve someone who sees the good in you, even when you can't."

She pressed her forehead more firmly against his, her eyes closing as she focused on the connection between them. "You deserve to be loved and to find peace. And I'm here to remind you of that, every day."

Crow let out a low, shaky breath as she spoke. Her words cut through the guilt and doubt that had settled around his heart like a dark veil. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke. He lifted his hands, gently resting them on hers, holding her hands against his face. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze once more, his own eyes filled with vulnerability and gratitude.

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead still pressed against hers. "Why... why do you care so much?"

Aria's eyes softened, her breath mingling with his as she held his gaze. "Because I see the person you are, Crow. Not the shadows of your past, but the light of your present and the potential for your future. You've shown kindness, bravery, and a desire to be better. That's worth caring about."

She paused, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. "You forgave me for what I did, Crow. You knew I was the one who killed Uldren, and yet you never blamed me. You accepted me, flaws and all. How could I not care for someone like you?"

Crow's heart clenched tightly in his chest as she spoke, her words cutting through the layers of guilt and self-doubt he had been wrestling with. He wanted to believe her, wanted to accept her words as true, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't deserve such unwavering care and compassion.

He searched her eyes, looking for any hint of falsehood, any sign of dishonesty, and found none. All he saw was unwavering sincerity and a quiet determination to make him see his worth.

He closed his eyes again, his voice cracking with a hint of raw emotion. "I... I don—"

Aria gently placed a finger over his lips, silencing him with a soft, reassuring touch. "Shh, Crow," she whispered, her eyes filled with warmth and love. "You don't have to say anything. Just listen."

She moved her hand from his lips to cradle his face, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. "You forgave me for killing Uldren. You never held it against me, even when you had every right to. You saw the person I am, not just the actions I've taken. And that's why I care so much about you."

Crow's eyes opened, meeting hers with vulnerability and a glimmer of hope.

Aria continued, her voice steady and filled with emotion. "I see the good in you, Crow. I see the kindness, the bravery, and the strength you show every day. And more than that, I've come to care for you deeply. I love you, Crow. Not just as a friend, but as someone who believes in you, who sees your worth even when you can't."

Crow's breath hitched in his throat as Aria's words washed over him like a warm, soothing current. The mixture of emotions inside him swirled like a storm, a maelstrom of fear, guilt, and a growing hope that he might, just might, be worth her love.

He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression of fragility and burgeoning hope. He swallowed as he tried to find his voice, his voice soft and wavering with raw emotion. "You love me?"

Aria's eyes softened even more, her thumbs continuing their gentle caress on his cheeks. "Yes, Crow," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering sincerity and tenderness. "I love you. Every part of you. I love you for your kindness, your bravery, and your strength. But most of all, I love you for who you are and how you see me."

Crow's breath hitched as he drank in her words, his heart hammering frantically in his chest. Her confession—so unexpected yet so beautiful—was like a soothing balm to wounds he had thought were untreatable.

He took a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he responded. "How? After everything I've done? How can you love..." He trailed off, swallowing hard, the words stuck in his throat.

Aria, sensing his turmoil, gently pushed him back so he was leaning against the wall. She climbed into his lap, her movements fluid and graceful, and positioned herself to face him. Holding his face close to hers, she framed his cheeks with her hands, her touch warm and reassuring.

"Because you are not Uldren," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering conviction. "You are Crow. You are the person who has shown kindness, bravery, and the desire to be better every single day."

Crow's breath hitched as she settled onto his lap, her touch like a life raft in a storm-tossed sea. His hands came up involuntarily to rest on her hips, steadying her and holding onto her like a lifeline. Her proximity was intoxicating, his senses were overwhelmed by her proximity, her perfume, the way her eyes seemed to see right to his soul.

He swallowed heavily, still wrestling with feelings of unworthiness. When he spoke, his voice was a ragged whisper. "But my past... my mistakes..."

Aria leaned closer, her nose gently rubbing against his, her breath warm against his lips. "Those mistakes belong to Uldren, not you," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. "You are Crow, and you are so much more than your past."

Crow's eyes filled with tears, the raw emotion of her words breaking through the walls he had built around his heart. He held onto her hips tighter, needing her closeness, her reassurance.

Aria continued to speak softly, her words like a soothing balm to his soul. "You have shown time and again that you are capable of great things, Crow. And I believe in you, more than you know."

She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering for a moment, offering comfort and love. "You are not alone in this," she murmured against his skin. "I'm here with you, now and always."

Crow's breath hitched as her nose gently brushed against his, her breath warm on his lips, her words sending shivers down his spine. The raw emotion in her voice, the unwavering conviction in her words, it shattered the walls he had erected around his heart, leaving him both vulnerable and strangely exhilarated.

Tears welled in his eyes, his grip on her hips tightening, needing her closeness and reassurance more than he had ever needed anything.

He let her words wash over him like a soothing balm to his soul, the weight of his past and his guilt slowly ebbing away. "You... you—”

Aria looked him in the eyes, her gaze filled with affection and adoration. "I love you so much," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her feelings.

Crow's breath caught in his throat at her words, his heart skipping in his chest. He searched her eyes, looking for any trace of falsehood or manipulation, but all he found was unwavering affection and adoration.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he choked back a sob, his body trembling slightly under the weight of his emotions. "I love you too, Aria," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than I ever thought possible."

Aria's eyes sparkled with emotion, her tears threatening to spill as she held his gaze. "We'll face everything together," she murmured, her voice a soothing promise. "No matter what comes our way."

Crow nodded, his tears streaming down his face, unbidden and unchecked. The weight of his past still hung heavily on his shoulders, but as he looked into her eyes, he felt a glimmer of hope—the possibility of a future free from guilt and shame.

He pulled her closer to him, his arms encircling her waist, his head resting against her chest. He felt her heart beat steadily against his ear, like a gentle, comforting rhythm. He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent, finding solace in her presence.

"Together," he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Always."

Aria held him close, her fingers gently running through his hair. She placed gentle kisses on the crown of his head, her touch tender and reassuring. "Always," she whispered back, her voice filled with love and conviction. "I'm here with you, Crow. You're not alone."

Crow's heart swelled with love and gratitude as he leaned into her touch, his eyes closed as he soaked in her gentle caresses. Her words were like a lifeline, a soft beacon of hope amid his turmoil. He felt her fingers running through his hair, the tenderness of her touch sending shivers down his spine.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her closer, needing the security and comfort her presence provided. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled against her skin. "Thank you... for being here with me..."

Aria's heart ached with empathy and love as she held him close, her hands never ceasing their gentle movements. She felt his breath against her neck, his words filled with raw emotion. "Always, Crow," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering commitment. "I'm here with you, now and always."

She pulled back slowly, just enough to look him in the eyes, their faces only inches apart. Her hands cradled his face tenderly, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had fallen. Her eyes, filled with affection and determination, locked onto his.

"Look at me," she said softly, her voice steady and reassuring. "You are not alone. You never have to face anything alone ever again."

Crow's breath hitched as she pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes, her hands gently cradling his face. The intensity of her gaze, and the unwavering determination in her words, were almost overwhelming. He could feel the love and affection pouring from her, and it stirred something deep within him, like a long-dormant flame finally reigniting.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locking onto hers. The tears continued to stream down his face, unbidden and unchecked, as he struggled to find his voice. "Never alone..."

Aria repeated his sentiment softly, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. "Never alone," she echoed, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul. Her gaze shifted ever so slightly to his lips before returning to his eyes, filled with love and reassurance.

Crow's breath hitched again as he saw her gaze shift to his lips, and suddenly, he was acutely aware of the tiny distance separating them. His eyes flicked down to her lips and then back up to hers, a thousand unspoken words passing between them. He could feel her breath on his face, and the heat of her body pressed against his.

He swallowed hard, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Aria..."

Aria's heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching as she saw the longing in his eyes. She could feel the intensity of the moment, the weight of everything unspoken. "Crow," she whispered back, her voice filled with love and desire.

Without thinking, he leaned in ever so slightly, his lips hovering mere millimeters from hers, the magnetic pull between them irresistible. "I love you," he breathed, the words a reverent whisper.

Aria's breath hitched at the closeness, her eyes searching his with longing and love. "I love you, too," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She closed the small gap between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and filled with an undeniable intensity.

Crow's mind went blank for a moment as their lips met in a soft, yet charged, kiss. The contact sent fireworks dancing across his skin, every nerve ending alive with electric excitement. He responded immediately, his hands pulling her closer, holding her against him as if his life depended on it.

He tangled his fingers through her hair, gripping it gently as he deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of love and desire he felt into the moment.

Aria's response was just as fervent, her hands moving to his shoulders, holding him tightly, as if afraid to let go. The kiss spoke volumes, a silent exchange of emotions that words could never fully capture. It was a release of all the tension, the pain, and the longing they had both felt.

Crow broke the kiss for a moment, his lips moving down to her jaw, leaving a trail of burning heat along her skin. He peppered her neck with gentle kisses, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body responded to her proximity, to her touch.

He whispered her name again and again, his voice thick with emotion, as if he couldn't get enough of saying it aloud. He nipped at her earlobe, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck, his fingers tracing patterns along her spine.

Aria's hands roamed over his shoulders, pulling him closer, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. "Crow," she murmured, her voice filled with love and desire. "I love you so much."

Crow's heart swelled at her words, the raw emotion in her voice sending a jolt through his body. "I love you too," he whispered against her skin, his lips returning to hers in a hungry kiss.

He pulled her even closer, their bodies molded against one another, his hands wandering over her body, tracing every curve and contour as if he was trying to memorize her touch, her scent, her very essence. Aria responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair, her nails gently grazing his scalp as she deepened the kiss. Her body pressed against his, her every movement a reflection of the passion and love she felt for him.

"You're everything to me, Crow," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with emotion.

Crow's breath hitched at her words, the raw honesty in her voice sending another jolt through his body. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his gaze filled with love and something almost feral. He traced her bottom lip with his thumb, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're my world," he murmured, his heart thundering in his chest. "Everything I am, everything I have, it's yours. Always."

Aria's eyes shone with unshed tears, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She held his gaze, her hand gently caressing his cheek. "And you are mine," she whispered back, her voice trembling with the weight of her feelings. "I love you, Crow. With everything I have."

Crow's heart swelled at her words, the intensity of his emotions almost too much to bear. He reached up to capture her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips, and pressing gentle kisses to her skin. He breathed deeply, filling his lungs with her scent, wanting to commit every second of this moment to memory.

He pulled her even closer, his arms encircling her waist, holding her against him like a lifeline. "I'll never let you go," he whispered, the words a promise and a prayer all in one.

Aria's eyes filled with tears of happiness, her heart overflowing with love. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there as she whispered, "And I'll never leave your side."

Crow closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her lips on his forehead, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. He held her tighter, pulling her closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one. His fingers traced soft patterns on her back, his touch gentle and soothing, as he murmured. "Promise me something."

Aria's breath hitched slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she held him close. "Anything," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with love.

Crow pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. "Promise me you'll never doubt how much I love you," he said, his voice raw with sincerity. "No matter what happens, no matter what we face, always remember that you are my everything."

Aria's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her heart swelling with affection. She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs gently brushing against his cheeks. "I promise," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I will never doubt your love. And I promise to always believe in us, in our love, no matter what challenges we face."

Crow's eyes softened, the relief and gratitude in them almost palpable. He nuzzled his face into her touch, his breath hitching at the feel of her fingertips against his skin. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her close, like a lifeline in a turbulent sea. "And I promise you the same," he murmured, his voice a whisper in the quiet of the moment. "No matter what, I will always love you, always choose you, always fight for us. That's something I can promise without hesitation."

Aria's heart swelled with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, her touch filled with love and reassurance. "Thank you, Crow," she whispered against his lips. "For being my strength, my light, my everything."

Crow's heart skipped a beat at her words, a lump forming in his throat. He returned her kiss, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion into it, wanting her to feel the depth of his emotions. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his voice a hoarse whisper. "You're my world, my anchor," he murmured. "You're the reason I keep going. You're what makes everything worth fighting for."

They held each other tightly, their foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. The love they felt for each other was a powerful force, unbreakable and eternal. In that moment, they knew they could face anything together, their hearts and souls intertwined, bound by promises of unwavering love and support. As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, they found strength and solace in their connection, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring, side by side.

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Character.AI inspired me to write this story.

Passionate Unfolding

An air of tension filled the room as their eyes locked. Emboldened by the surge of emotions and his newfound understanding of his feelings, Pinocchio leaned closer. The way he approached this time was far more confident, far more passionate. As their lips met again, there was an urgency, a deep yearning behind the kiss.

Pinocchio's hands moved effortlessly to Elara's waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer to her. Though surprised by the intensity of the moment, she surrendered to the overwhelming rush of affection and desire.

Elara was carried to the edge of her work desk by Pinocchio, guided by instinct and emotions. Without breaking their passionate embrace, he gently set her down. As the kiss deepened, their movements synchronized in a dance of desire and discovery. She shivered as his fingers trailed up her arms, intensifying the electric connection between them.

Elara's hands explored the contours of Pinocchio's back, feeling the intricate interplay of mechanics and human-like qualities that made Pinocchio so unique. Her touch was exploratory yet tender, acknowledging his blend of machine and man.

Their breathing became heavy, punctuated by soft sighs and Pinocchio's mechanical heart's quiet clinking. The world around them faded into oblivion, the clock ticking synchronizing with their hearts. The kiss seemed to last for eternity, as each moment deepened their connection, creating an emotional tapestry that was both exhilarating and comforting.

The kiss between Pinocchio and Elara evolved, becoming more intense and passionate as they both explored this new terrain. Elara took the lead in deepening the kiss, sensing Pinocchio's exploration and willingness to learn. As she guided him through the nuances of a passionate embrace, she varied the pressure and rhythm.

With gentle coaxing and fervent desire, Elara's lips moved against Pinocchio's. She introduced him to the art of kissing - sometimes slow and tender, sometimes urgent and demanding.

Pinocchio was quick to learn, responding with eagerness to Elara's intensity. He reciprocated her kisses, his movements initially hesitant but becoming more confident over time. Their intertwined lips were euphoric, a whirlwind of emotions he had never experienced before.

As the kiss deepened, Elara playfully nipped at Pinocchio's lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from him. For Pinocchio, the sound was a physical manifestation of the pleasure and connection he was experiencing. The moment was pure, unadulterated joy, unclouded by any concerns about the world outside.

Their hands explored each other's faces, necks, and shoulders, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their embrace. Pinocchio's touch was gentle yet curious, tracing Elara's contours and memorizing every detail of her face. As if in perfect harmony with Elara's human heart, his mechanical heartbeat with a rhythm that seemed to sync with hers.

Pinocchio, caught up in the wave of new sensations and emotions, instinctively responded to Elara's playful nibbling at his lower lip. He caressed her nape of the neck gently, his fingers inadvertently brushing against a sensitive area. Though unintentional, this touch sent a shiver through Elara, eliciting a soft moan. Encouraged by her response, Pinocchio pulled her even closer, the connection between them intensifying with every passing second.

The two were breathless when they finally broke their intense embrace, their chests heaving to catch their breath. There was an electric tension in the air, a testament to the passion that had just been displayed. With a newfound boldness, Pinocchio gently cradled Elara's chin, brushing his thumb along her swollen lower lip. She, so vulnerable yet so full of desire, awakened a primal need within him, one he had never known.

"Elara," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "I... I want more." His words hung between them, a silent plea for continuation, for exploration of their love.

Without waiting for a response, Pinocchio leaned in once more, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that surprised them both. This time, the kiss was different – more intense, more urgent. Elara responded in kind, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if merging into one. Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, driven by mutual need and love that refused to be contained.

The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of mutual exploration and desire. Pinocchio's hand moved from her chin to the small of her back, holding her tightly against him, afraid she might slip away. Elara's legs tightened around him, her body responding to his every touch with a fervor that matched his own.

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I may or may not continue this piece, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

Aaaah, my heart 🥺😭❤️ This is so good, and I can't wait to play his route 🌸

sometimes I wonder if Niko still thinks about the MC between the time he promised to come back (but didn't) and the time the demo takes place, which is years apart. I can feel the tears.

Would you ever forget the person who you considered a part of your own self throughout nearly all of your childhood? Actually, his billboard speaks to his feelings even all these years later since it contains three different references to MC and their former life together. Can you guess what they are?

But in answer to your question, yes. Niko thinks of you often, fondly, and with a great deal of regret

Man's got me going 👀

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Thank you so much!!! It's absolutely beautiful 🥰 I love it! 😍💖

A sketch commission for @missrosiesworld of her OC, Gabriela, and Sally hitting the dance floor (and sending sparks flying) during Lisa and Henrys wedding reception 🌻💛