#Sei scenarios

[stnaf-vn]

Friend I'm sorry I spent your entire net worth on vintage Tamagotchi :(

"Whatever makes you happy, love."

Friend pats your head and is now looking at jobs.

[nakakitty]

[01:10 am] - Taeyong

Um clique.

Um flash.

O barulho da polaroid revelando a foto instantânea em meio ao silêncio daquela noite.

O início de uma madrugada estrelada ao lado do homem que ama.

Ele te entrega a foto recém tirada. Tudo em silêncio. Palavras não são necessárias o tempo todo quando se trata de você e sua companhia.

Olha para o relógio no pulso. 01:10, a hora que você nasceu.

Já deveria estar em casa, seu pai não gosta de ver sua única filha com um fotógrafo qualquer que conheceu em uma esquina do bairro.

Seu pai o odeia.

Você o ama.

"Todo amor é possível. Se for fácil demais, não é épico", Taeyong disse.

"E o nosso amor é...?", esperou a resposta.

"Épico, como se tivesse saído de um livro de romance em que no início a gente sente aquela ansiedade, o medo de que o casal não fique junto e no final tem o felizes para sempre."

Em silêncio, você toma o rosto dele em mãos. Se perde no olhar profundo. Suspira.

Você o beija.

"Eu também te amo", ele responde. Não são necessárias palavras, ele sempre sabe o que você quer dizer.

Deitaram-se na grama novamente. Se abraçaram. Se beijaram. Se amaram a noite toda e vão se amar pra sempre.

[https-eonsadrift-com]

SAGAU! concept of mine

[This is made bc i have an older brother, and i've connected the dots before i fell asleep so i don't know if this would turn out good or nah.. ]

Once you falls into the world full of fantasies or what so called- Teyvat, you have found people that admit or just went disbelief concerning your existence

Well everything just make sense, but one problem is, the only clue you understand about yourself as a people rehorn in Teyvat, is,

"Welcome the Creator : Moon"

What is that even mean? If you're moon, then could it be there is a 'creator : Sun' out there or something? Or 'the creator : Earth'? You don't even know...

.

In the first place, you want to know who you are as now you exist on Teyvat, but in order to know who you are, you must gain the privilege of not being hunted by people who don't like or believe your existence on Teyvat

Some archons just don't accepting you living on Teyvat, just count Barbatos, Morax, Baal, Focalors..

But Buer and Tsaritsa is welcoming you well, as far as you know

Before starting with knowing archons opinion and decides who's allies and who's not, you have a little connections around Teyvat, count it Albedo, Eula from Mondstadt

Kazuha, Beidou, Shenhe from Liyue

Itto and the gank, and kamisato's from Inazuma

Wanderer, Dehya and Candace from Sumeru..

And the rest of People on Snezhnaya, of course (lol)

And after Buer accepting your presence, all people of Sumeru also welcoming you since the Dendro Archon are sure have reasons on what is wrong and what is right.

And after you done with the beginning of getting used with the nature of Teyvat, a big news coming around

Another creator calling themself as the sun just arrived and being kept and Liyue

Of course, this catch your eyes, will this people's arrival will explain what the hell is happening? So you, Buer and The Tsaritsa trying the best to contact the so called 'The Creator : Sun'

.

It does take long for all of you, but all of that hard works makes something..!

With the approval of all the seven Archons, you with the rest of Archons can have a meeting with the new Creator

You are scared, you are curious, you are excited.

There's a thousand possibilities that'll happen on the meeting on Liyue, you could be threatened, you could have safety, you could have answers, you could have problems.

Everything is possible.

.

Once you arrived, you feel a rage burning when you saw the Creator for the first time..

Without any other thought crossing your mind, you slapped the Creators face, his face grows red quickly after.

As tears rolling down your cheeks... His face widened to see the tears and grab your shoulder tightly

"Sis, is that.. You? By the way, ouch. "

Hearing that voice, your eyes widened, is that him? Is that really him? Cause its just no way. No way, anything could happen but him appearing in front of you.

"Yeah, so what? You're going to throw sandals at me like you used to? "

You answered with a shaking voice, your body couldn't hold the pressure of your own emotions anymore, everything feels so unreal for you

"Wish i could have one in my hand right now, stupid. "

"Hah, go make one, brother. "

.

You are the moon, and your brother is the sun

That'll explains thing, many things to be exact..

Now with the explanation shows up, all the people of Teyvat could finally relaxed after the big conflict that has been going for quite some time back then

Now, with you both known as the creator, what would your daily activities will be?

[Im sorry if its poorly made, i'm on the dentist right now *lazyly sobs]

[Oh yeah, and i'll explain what is you and your brother role and both of your jobs, so we can keep up with the plot]

[klimtjardin]

Cereja Escarlate

De natureza ácida, como o fruto que a nomeia, Cereja é amante das linhas práticas, retas, sem rodeios. Pragmática. Encontra um contraponto, porém, nas aberturas. A luz é guia de suas construções. Renascentista de coração, mas modernista de prática.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

[vmlnrznotfound]

HEYYY BB if you’re requests are open how about dating hcs for nagi and/or sae 🤭🤭

sfw or nsfw idm 😳😳

DATING BLUE LOCK BOYS.

characters: nagi, sae(separate)

a/n: lumi my love! your wish is my command!

nagi seishiro

he has a habit of telling you about his dream first thing in the morning as if you're his dream journal. cute scenario: one time he saw you in a pretty adventurous dream he had and immediately took his phone to voice message you. "yeah...that happened...and what else um. yeah that happened too, but i don't remember...and then...and then nothing. i woke up,"

whether you're talking or walking together, he's simply lean in to capture your lips/cheeks in a quick yet lingering kiss. in short, he has a habit of stealing kisses when you least expect it, "i just felt like it."

at school where you would sit next to him, nagi would pull up your sleeve—a canvas awaiting. he'll doodle on your arm. and when you take your hand back, he'd simply pout.

sei doesn't dislike your friends, rather he envies them if you spend more time with them than him. after spotting you as you were talking with your friends in the hallway, he'd simply say your name softly and hug you from behind. your friends would laugh and wave you bye to leave you alone with your clingy boyfriend.

seishiro treasures the quiet moments you two share. words won't be necessary. his love language is simply physical touch and quality time.

despite his laid-back nature, seishiro enjoys teasing you. he'll lightly tug on your clothes or whisper something suggestive in your ear, just to see you blush. his favorite pastime is watching your reactions, finding them both adorable and enticing.

when sleeping together, sei is most affectionate when he's half-asleep. he loves those quiet, early morning moments when you snuggle into his embrace. he’ll murmur sweet, sleepy words, sometimes not fully aware of what he's saying, but always making you feel cherished and loved.

during quiet moments, sei likes to just watch you without saying anything. he’ll sit beside you, observing how you interact with the world. whether you’re focused on a book or chatting with friends, he finds comfort and affection in these silent observations.

asking you stuff out of the blue. they may be random or just some would you rather questions. "you're picking the second option? i would pick the first if i were you. we don't get along. we should break up...nah, don't leave me,"

itoshi sae

sae has a complex way of showing love—whether it’s through subtle actions like buying your favorite snacks or grand gestures like an apology filled with kisses. his approach to romance is a mix of practical and emotional, reflecting his deep feelings for you.

sae often surprises you with small, meaningful gifts that reflect his attention to your likes and interests. he pairs these with intentional moments of quality time, hence his love language [gift giving + quality time].

sae is protective of you, sometimes in ways that might seem over-the-top but are deeply affectionate. he may grumble and complain, but it's his way of showing care and ensuring you’re aware of how much you matter to him.

sae has another wild dream where a soccer match determines the fate of the universe, and you’re the only teammate. he wakes up still fuming about the game but finds comfort in your presence. as you help him get over his grumpiness, he playfully accuses you of being the cause of his dream’s chaos and showers you with affection. read that drabble here.

sae would prefer you doing his skincare. while you're sitting on top of the sink, sae standing closer between your legs and arms wrapped around your waist. the skincare can simply be applying moisturizer or a whole set of steps, he doesn't mind.

sae often shows his affection through small, subtle actions. he might leave you a cup of your favorite coffee on a chilly morning or send you a quick message to remind you of an inside joke, showing his care in understated ways. [inside jokes are rare!]

sae’s comfort is simple yet profound: a warm embrace and the gentle assurance, “i’m here, i’m here,” his presence a steady anchor in your storm.

after a fierce argument, sae leaves with his usual cool demeanor intact. when he returns first, it’s not out of vulnerability but with a calm resolve. he kisses you in the bed, apologizing just enough with his intimacy.

after that, he would love sensual baths with you. his apologies are never "sorry" but always "forgive me, please," and his confessions are never "i love you" but always "you mean everything to me,"

[shyhaya]

hii shyhaya ! can i rq please hcs/scenario about being bestfriends with nagi and reo? like reader met reo because they we're with nagi. They were like "huh? Nagi who is this?"

hi dear! I'm really so sorry for taking so long! A lot has happened but I won't bore you with it. Here's your request! ^^

──────♡──────

Meet my friend [Nagi Seishiro & Mikage Reo x GN! Reader / SFW]

✩ ─── Nagi & Reo ─── ✩

It was a bit surprising to see Nagi having another friend besides Reo, but you two also got along perfectly.

After being assigned as partners for a project, Sei found himself liking your company and so, he started to spend more time with you.

Reo, of course noticed this and asked Nagi who was the person he now spent so much time with he's jealous, don't mind him.

When Nagi introduces Reo to you, at first he's a bit on edge cause Nagi is practically clinging to you cause he's sleepy.

Given that he considers Seishiro as his treasure, Reo doesn't like this view very much.

Nevertheless, when he starts to spend more time with you two first it was to try and break you up he opens up to you.

Soon, the three of you are together always, be it in your classes, walking home and even at soccer practice.

Both Nagi and Reo love it when you cheer them up at their games. That actually makes them perform better.

They get jealous if someone tries to take you away from them.

You have sleepovers at Reo's home. Like, the freaking best sleepovers you'll ever go to.

And talking about Reo, he'll spoil you rotten, just like he does with Nagi.

Instead, Nagi takes you as his personal pillow. Whenever he's tired, he hugs you. Even when he's playing videogames.

Actually, they were a bit reluctant to go to Blue Lock because you couldn't go with them, but you urged them on.

The best motivator for them is the thought of seeing you cheer them on again when they become the best.

They miss you dearly, so expect a lot of hugs from them when they return.

All in all, Nagi and Reo adore you and you three are inseparable, best friends I smell a polyamorous relationship coming soon. 😏

thank you for reading!

[rotdistressxox]

Scenario: Date Night with the Papas ♡

!Nsfw! No smut, just some very intimate details.

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• A letter appears under your office door. Curiously, you pick it up and look at the wax seal. It was a very ornate 'P' on it, so the sender basically revealed himself.

• You slice it open with a letter opener and read:

"My Dearest (Reader)

I know I've been gone for quite some time due to my presence being requested at another ministry. Every second I'm away from you only makes me yearn for you more. When I get back, I would like to treat you to the finest delicacies I've come accross while staying overseas. Be ready as soon as I get back. By the time you read this, I will be arriving in a few days. I look forward to seeing you soon,

Your Beloved Papa Emeritus I"

• You dance around with the letter, giving it a big smooch and putting in your priority drawer. Time to shop for a date night outfit!

• The day comes and you're all fancied up for him. Perfume put skillfully where it should be. You were R-E-A-D-Y.

• A knock raps at the door. Primo. You adjust yourself properly before he opens the door, singing your name.

• "My love" He grabs your waist tenderly and plants a kiss on your cheek. "I wish to savor you longer, but we do have plans. Let us leave". You nod, respecting his urgency. You hang onto his arm as you head to the ministry's more private dining area.

• The evening was spent with him telling you about his travels, sharing playful glances, and eating good food. Primo was one to pay attention to details. Especially food. There had to be some form of aphrodisiacs to give the mood some romance. Even though your love for him and his for you, was unmatched.

• There was nothing that could truly rival the part of the day when your longings reached its peak.

• "Have you missed me that much?" He says as the two of you walk the quiet, candlelit corridors to his room. You hum as his hand rubs your hips. "Tonight, I shall make up for that"

• As soon as his door closes, you two were on eachother like magnets. Barely making it to the bed. Kisses turned into passionate gazes while he gracefully stripped your clothes off, savoring you like he wanted to before. His long hair tickling your bare skin.

• "Ti penso ogni notte e giorno" he said into your lips. Moments like this was when he felt in his prime again. As a man of his age, he saved all of his strength to pleasure you. Taking you to the hilt as he worships every detail.

• His lovemaking always exceeded expectations. It was worth it to long for him every night.

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• It was your 2 year anniversary with Secondo.

• Initially, you told him you could plan something. But he was adamant about doing it himself and would suprise you.

• You didn't know what to expect, but Secondo was never one to disappoint.

• He takes you in a limousine to an undisclosed location. He's not in his usual robes, instead dawning a blazer, button up, and dress pants. Something was definitely different about what was going to happen.

• As he opens the door for you, you stand infront of downward staircase which lead to an underground nightclubs. Commonly used by the Papas to have more of their personal rituals in. This should be fun.

• After a few drinks, Secondo and you were certainly the life of the party. Dancing with no room left for Jesus. Bodies flush together as his thigh was pressed between your legs. The music was slow yet full of emotion.

• Tonight, there was nobody else but you on his mind.

• "Sei sexy" he whispered in your ear. "Mi ecciti...mi fai impazzire" his gloved hands guided your hips to move in sync with his. "I would take you right here and now in a heart beat if I could" his voice so sultry it made your knees weak.

• You've learned some Italian, so now was as good of a time as ever to use it to your advantage. "Cattivo papa~" you looked into his eyes while sliding your hands up his chest.

• He tilted his head back slightly and groaned. Hearing that come out of your mouth sent all the right reactions through his body.

• "I don't know if I can hold myself back any longer" he groped your rear roughly. His multi-colored eyes filled with carnal desire as the world around him disappeared.

• "Let's not waste any time then" You took him by the arm and left the club. He found it hard to keep his hands off of you whilst heading back in the limousine. Desperately kissing you, leaving you gasping for air as his mustache tickled your lip.

• The night was filled with never ending pleasure which lasted until morning. Making sure your body remembered every inch of his love. Bodies covered in sweat, and heartbeats slowing down. You and him fell asleep for the day.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Terzo had this day trip planned out for a while now. He made sure it fell on the right day on the right time. Tracked the weather just to make sure.

• He wanted to take you to a beach he frequented as a child. It would be perfect for a candle light picnic.

• Bought you two matching swimsuits just for the occasion. You quickly changed into it as Terzo was already wearing his half. As you step out of the changing tent, his eyes light up.

• "My lucifer. Antichrist. You look ravaging" he takes your hand and kisses up your arm. "Let's have fun today, sì?" You nodded.

• Most of the day you were walking hand in hand with him. Strolling as the waves hit your feet and the wind blew your hair. Until he dragged you into the water.

• He was an excellent swimmer despite his size. Showing off his skills as he swam around you and splashed water in your face.

• His arms wrapped around you as his chest pressed into yours. "Ready?" "Mhm". You take a deep breath as you and him submerge yourself under the water. You look at his hair weightless and floating in the water. The crystal blue waters surrounding you two as you sink and let your knees hit the sand.

• He had borrowed a breathing incantation spell from the library, with the help of the ghouls of course. You would be able to hold your breath longer whilst you were under the water.

• He lifts you up so that you stand on your feet. 'Trust me' he mouths. He couldn't speak underwater afterall.

• He shows you around all of the rock formations, fish swim past you nonchalantly as you are in complete awe of what your seeing. By this time, the both of you would have to come up for air soon.

• 'I love you' He mouths, pulling you into him. 'I love you, too' you push a few floating hairs out of his face. He smiles and presses his lips onto yours, closing his eyes. The both of you begin to float upwards as the kiss continues until you surface.

• Terzo dries you off with a towel as you lay back in a lounging chair. Drying your legs slowly as he has to leave a few kisses everytime he's done drying that spot in particular.

• "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that bathing suit?" "Yes, I counted atleast 13" "Well did I ever tell you how amazing you'd look if you took it off slowly, and infront of me?"

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Movie niiightt!!

• Gets the old popcorn machine from the basement to work so there's copious amounts of it for the both of you.

•Candy, sweets, drinks, anything you can name is laid out on the table.

• He has a specific system to how picking out movies would work. Your pick, his pick, your pick, then if there's time, the both of you decide on one.

• Since his room is very small and he doesn't really have a couch. He let's you sit on the bed while he sits on the floor. You rest your chin on his head while the movie begins to play.

• You almost ate all of the candy, just like he expected. The first movie was just ending and there was at least a few more to get through. Exhaling, you burrow you nose into his shoulder.

• He smells more fragrant than usual. He definitely has some cologne on. You sigh as you lightly massage his scalp. It didn't seem to bother him as his eyes were still glued to the screen.

• Your fingers trace down his neck to his shoulders. Kneading his shoulders gently. He let's out some small groans as he tilts his head to the side.

• "You're a little tense, hm?" He hums. Your fingers squeeze a little tighter, making him bite his lip. "You need to have better posture when working, Copia" your voice sends a shiver down his spine.

• "I know" he closes his eyes. Your lips trace down his neck, and his gloved hands visibly grip his sweatpants. "Easy easy. Just focus on the movie" "But-" "Focus"

• He tries his best to keep his eyes opened as your hands knead into his shoulder muscles. He thought it the worst had passed, but when you finally found a sweet spot, he tossed his head back and covered his mouth.

• "Oh my, looks like the second movie is just gonna have to wait" You sat yourself on his lap, back facing him as your hips pressed against him. "Me next"

• He eagerly felt up your back, rubbing circles tenderly until he found the most sensitive place and began to move his fingers more skillfully in that area.

• "Copiaaa" you whine as he gets rougher. "What's wrong, I thought you asked for this?" He stopped and pulled you in so that your back was pressed against his torso. "Too much?" He grabbed your hips and planted them firmly on his crotch. "Or not enough?"

[m00nsbaby]

The invisible barrier.

(Jake Lockley x F!Reader)

Tags - Warnings: Jake doesn’t know about Marc or Steven. Angst, smut, fluff, everything. Most of Jake’s dialogues are in Spanish, most of reader’s are in English except in November - December. Word count: 4,9 k. (Lol, sorry) Summary: A whole year trying to understand Jake Lockley. (Literally)

January.

"¡Hola!" (Hello.) The sudden voice next to you made you jump as you made the most important and complicated decision of the week.

Would you choose pretzels with dark or white chocolate?

Reluctantly, you turned to your side to see a man standing just a few inches away from you. On another occasion, you would have probably jumped back or fled to another aisle in the supermarket, but the apologetic smile on his lips and the puppy-like look in his eyes told you that he didn't want to be in this situation either.

"Perdón, ¿Podrías decirme qué dice aquí?” (Sorry. Could you tell me what it says here?) The words came out quickly from his mouth and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Your fleeting and ridiculous Spanish classes had never been of much use, even less now that you had the opportunity to help an attractive man.

"I don't... Huh." You cleared your throat, searching for a way to say, 'Maybe I can't help you, but I'll move heaven and earth to try.' Dramatic? Yes, of course, but what more could be expected from a hopeless romantic? Many love stories began like this in your mind; this was a scenario you had imagined at least twice before falling asleep. "No hablo español." (I don’t speak Spanish.)

The man blinked a couple of times, as if realizing that he had gathered courage for about 15 minutes only to lose his dignity like this.

"Oh." He cleared his throat, nodding afterward. "Thanks," he said shyly, as if trying to hide his accent.

"No, no, let me help you. What do you need?" You turned the bag of Cheetos he was holding in his hands so you could see the list of ingredients on the back as he was asking. Both of you were guessing what you were saying. Your gaze scanned the list, nodding your head when you detected the problem. Everything was written in English.

Sure, your aisle companion had an extra problem on top of that. The letters were too small for his poor eyesight, and he would rather ask for help from strangers than give up on the idea of using glasses.

"Give me a second." Your fingers quickly handled your phone as you took the bag from his hands.

You took a photo and the app took care of the work for you, translating every word on the red packaging you held. You didn't hesitate to take a step forward and extend your hand far enough for your phone to be at the stranger's ear level, who didn't question your methods for a moment.

He just stood still, listening.

"¿Colorante rojo número 6?” (Red dye number 6?) He questioned when the voice function finished. And you quickly scanned the phone screen, trying to find the part on the list that seemed closest to what he had just said.

Well, seis = 6, that one was easy.

"Yes, 6." You saw him smile and take the bag back from your hands to shake it in a celebratory manner. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why 6?" He guessed based on how you tilted your head to one side what you were asking.

"Soy alérgico al número 4, o al menos eso creo.” (I'm allergic to the number 4. Or at least, I think I am.) He pointed to his throat. "Siento comezón en la garganta cuando como cosas que lo tienen.” (My throat itches when I eat things that have it.")

Did you understand anything he said? No, nothing beyond the number 4. So, you smiled and nodded, eliciting a warm laugh from him.

He was cute.

"Gracias." (Thank you.) It seemed like he understood the basics, just like you. It was better to use his words than to deal with the pronunciation of the "t" and "h" together.

"It's okay." You shrugged while continuing to smile in a friendly manner. It wasn't because the stranger was incredibly attractive; you always behaved this way with people, or at least you tried to. "Enjoy your Cheetos."

Another giggle. "Cheetos," he repeated, imitating the way you pronounced the brand's name.

You rolled your eyes playfully and went back to the pretzels without saying anything else.

Well, there went the potential love of your life. Both of you were too shy to engage in casual conversation. You were aware that pretending to have the confidence to do so would be a lie.

Silently, you paid for your pretzels covered in white chocolate, looking around in case the guy was still nearby. After a few seconds, you gave up. Well, it was nothing out of the ordinary, even with one more chance, you wouldn't have approached him. More than 20 dollars for a bag of chocolate covered pretzels? That must be a crime, the first time you bought one . . .

"Hola de nuevo.” (Hi again.) The leather of his jacket brushed against your skin as you bumped into him. He was in the exact same position as you, one hand holding his Cheetos, the other clutching the receipt he was trying to read with squinted eyes.

You almost had a heart attack.

"Hi." You smiled, your cheeks betraying you as they turned rosy just from being around him like this. You had to take a step back after the clumsy little push you gave him.

"¿Tienes cómo regresar a tu casa?” (Do you have a way to get home?) You frowned at the question. This only confirmed that your crazy fantasy wasn't going to work out; there was a huge barrier between you.

He could see the confusion on your face so he pointed outside. It was raining heavily.

"Oh." You had been so engrossed in your pursuit of him that you hadn't thought about that. It wasn't a terrible problem, though; you could just wait until it calmed down.

You could spend another $20 on an umbrella in the worst case. Or call a car to take you the 10-minute walk to your house.

"I'll just wait." You had to remind yourself not to get too deep into your words.

"Yo te llevo.” (I'll give you a ride.) He quickly said. "A ride." The way the 'r' rolled off his mouth was enough to make you dizzy.

"Are you sure?" This couldn't be happening. This genuinely couldn't be happening.

"Of course, I'm sure," he repeated, smiling. This couldn't be happening.

It couldn't.

That night, you ran together to his car in the rain, laughing. He opened the door for you, even though it meant a few extra minutes of water poured on him.

You gave him directions through your phone, and you learned how to say "cuadras" (blocks) to guide someone next time, and he kept telling you something you didn't understand, but he noticed you were just nodding for him to keep talking.

He said goodbye with a kiss on your cheek. He used a word similar to "custom" to justify it, ‘costumbre’ maybe.

Oh, and you exchanged numbers. It turned out the stranger, Jake Lockley, worked as a taxi driver most nights. You understood that because the words "taxi" and "noche" were in your mental dictionary.

February.

Your first date was a disaster.

You never considered that to spend the day together, you had to exchange more than 5 words, and Jake stained your beautiful pink sundress with an ice cream that didn't even taste that good.

Oh, at some point, you tripped too. You were so focused on trying to understand one of the anecdotes he was telling you that you ended up on the ground with a scraped knee.

That wasn't so bad, though. I mean, you had Jake on one knee, checking yours. He even had you step on his thigh so he could clean you up with his ice cream-covered napkin.

When the day came to an end, he took you home. You noticed he had memorized your address, making it easier for both of you. You hummed a song together to cover the silence of two people who had to resort to other means of communication than talking.

"I had fun." Lie, this hadn't been anything like you imagined a first date, not after reading books or watching movies.

He nodded silently as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

And even though the date was a complete disaster, Jake kissed you.

He kissed you against the closed door of your apartment, holding you by the waist as if you intended to escape from his arms, begging you silently not to separate from him.

"¿Repetimos la próxima semana?” (Second date next week?)

March.

Text messages flowed throughout the weeks. Depending on the day, one or the other used the translator to send messages that the other could understand.

Sometimes they were just silly pictures, mostly of cats. You found a silly liking for sending him videos and photos of different animals in romantic situations, hugging each other and such, with only the description 'us.'

Jake responded ‘nosotros’ with different emojis depending on the day. He liked the white heart.

His car became familiar to you, as well as the late-night drives with music. You wondered if Jake had started neglecting his work to spend more time with you, and although it sounded selfish, you didn't care much.

You enjoyed his company.

April.

Your fingers played with his curls while both of you rested comfortably on your bed, you on the pillows, Jake on your abdomen.

He was surprisingly interested in one of the old books you hadn't touched in a long time.

"Jake?" He immediately put the book down to look at you. "Can you help me with a word?"

"¿Ahora?" (Now?) he asked.

"Right now."

"¿Cuál palabra?" (Which word?) He closed his eyes as your fingers continued to enjoy playing with his hair. It was so soft that the gentle caresses you gave were enough to mess it up.

"Boyfriend."

"Novio." You stretched your free hand with difficulty. He opened his eyes again, looking at you with interest as you struggled in the least attractive way to open one of your drawers with one hand. Something cracked in it.

You put the bag of Cheetos on his chest, clearing your throat afterwards.

"¿Quieres ser mi novio?” (Do you want to be my boyfriend?)

May.

"Jake?"

The car hadn't started yet when he turned to look at you, raising his eyebrows as if to ask what was wrong. You stretched enough to touch his knuckles, which were marked with a purple tone and scraped.

Your gaze went to him. It was as if both of you knew how to communicate through looks.

"No sé qué me pasó. Mi teoría es que golpee algo mientras dormía.” (I don't know what happened. My theory is that I hit something while asleep.) He frowned as he extended his fingers to get a better view of them. It looked like he had beaten up someone, and he couldn't deny that it hurt, especially when he gripped the steering wheel of the car.

"Are you still having those strange dreams?"

"Weird dreams," Jake whispered to himself as a way to remember your words. "Sí, sueños raros.” (Yes, weird dreams.)

You pursed your lips without saying more as you brushed his knuckles with your thumb, as gently as you could.

"Let's go." You finally gave in, returning to your seat with an unconvincing gesture.

June.

"I don't understand football." You said as you walked hand in hand, leaning some of your weight against his body.

Technically, neither of you were drunk; you were just flushed from the heat of the alcohol, giggly and a little tipsy. Jake had mentioned how funny it would be to go to one of those bars where they show football games for fans, even though neither of you were fans. Choosing a team randomly to support, drinking things with strange names, and maybe sharing spicy wings sounded like a good plan.

That was your Friday night.

"Tampoco yo.” (Neither do I.) Jake was doing his best not to laugh. He failed miserably.

When you reached his car, you leaned your body against it, and your hands ended up on your boyfriend's shirt. He immediately knew what you wanted, bringing both hands to your waist and leaning forward, closer.

"Is it hot here, or was it the 4 margaritas we drank?" You whispered while trying to contain your smile.

"Debe ser ese vestido.” (It must be that dress.) His lips brushed against yours. The sudden change in his voice made you shiver, so husky. “O por lo menos es lo que me está poniendo caliente a mi.” (At least I know that's what's making me hot.) It was the last thing he said before kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You moaned into his mouth, pressed between his body and the car. The kiss was wet as his mischievous hands slid under your dress, squeezing your ass firmly enough for it to hurt. Not in a bad way. "Jake." You complained as you looked around to make sure no one was walking by to see you.

"Date la vuelta.” (Turn around.) Apparently, your Spanish only worked in moments of convenience because you obeyed immediately. You turned your body with difficulty, mainly because he refused to let go of you. You felt his erection against you as soon as your cheek collided with the cold metal of the car. He was rubbing against your ass while biting your neck to his liking, sucking and licking your skin until he marked it. "Fuck, Jake." You whispered with your eyes closed. You could have cum right there with just his kisses and soft touches. Fortunately, he was more considerate because one of the hands that rested on your waist little by little went between your legs, your dress was already raised enough to only have to worry about your panties, he brushed his fingers over your abdomen before sliding his middle finger between your lips. First he wetted it well before moving up to your clit. His touch made you tremble and hiss. "¿Un par de besos te tienen así, corazón?” (A couple of kisses have you like this, sweetheart?) You could hear the smirk on his lips as his finger traced circles against your most sensitive area. "Imagínate como será cuando esté dentro de ti.” (Imagine how it will be like when I'm inside you.) A shameless moan escaped from you. "Eso quieres, ¿No?” (You want that, don't you?) He kept talking in your ear while he distributed one or two kisses between your neck and your shoulder. “Sentirme duro. Profundo.” (To feel me hard. Deep.) He simulated thrusts between each word, his hip pushing yours harder against the car and against his hand that kept playing with your pussy to make you whimper. You nodded without opening your eyes. "Con palabras." (Use your words.) He said clicking his tongue.

"Yes please." You begged desperately while trying to get air through your mouth. "Buena niña.” (Good girl.) You swallowed the complaint of feeling him take his hand out of your panties, just because you immediately heard how he started to unbutton his jeans. "Escupe.” (Spit.) You could feel his girth between your legs, letting you know that there were no more clothes involved. You took a few seconds to be able to clean the fingers that were inside you before with your tongue, making Jake groan just by imagining what you would do with your mouth in another situation. When you were satisfied you spat into the palm of his hand as requested. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and covered it with your saliva. He used the same hand to accommodate it between your lips. A sigh of relief left your mouth when you finally felt it inside you. A muffled whimper accompanied the way your muscles suddenly relaxed, as if that was what you needed. "Mierda, amor." (Shit, love.) As Jake's forehead rested against your shoulder, he muttered under his breath. "Voy a terminar rápido si sigues apretándome así.” (I'm going to finish fast if you keep squeezing me like this.) His voice made you dizzy, you mentally thanked all those days you spent understanding each other because his words could have been enough to push you to the limit. It didn't take long for both of you to pick up a delicious rhythm. When he pushed his hip forward, you pushed back to make him go deeper. When he was pulling back, you were pulling forward almost taking his member all the way out to prepare for his next thrust. You were so close you had to bite the hand he put to your mouth to keep from screaming. "¿Vas a terminar para mi, mi vida?” (Are you going to finish for me, my life?) He whimpered. Oh god, he fucking whimpered. He had a desperate tone to his voice, almost like he was comforting you. "Déjame sentirlo, por favor, por favor.” (Let me feel it, please, please.) This time it was he who was begging. Your saliva had started running against Jake's hand. You were seeing stars from squeezing your eyes shut, and how close you were wasn't helping at all. The spasms had started around him, and without warning, the inevitable happened. He finished inside of you. His cum being pushed deeper inside you with each thrust he took to finish his orgasm was enough for you to reach yours. "Amor, carajo.” (Love, damn it.) His voice cracked at the sensitivity combining with your walls squeezing him every few seconds. You were milking him. "Te amo.” (I love you.) He whispered as his breath interrupted each of his words. That was the first time he said it.

July.

The only thing that relaxed you was that this 360° turn apparently had nothing to do with you.

Jake was someone else.

His flirty and playful personality was just a memory to you. Under his eyes, there were huge dark circles since his dreams had become crazier and more frequent.

There were unexplained wounds on his body, according to him. Or sometimes there were none, but he felt the pain throughout his body, as if a truck had run over him, he said.

He became silent, as if he felt he was talking too much when he started to let out words about what was happening. He still hugged and kissed you, still spent afternoons with you and continued to respond “nosotros" to your silly animal photos.

But something wasn't right. There was something so... strange.

You did what you could to work on it, to let it pass.

Even if it cost you the trust in your relationship.

August.

Your hands trembled as you dialed his number for the tenth time that night. Maybe you were being dramatic, but Jake always made sure to let you know when he had returned home.

The sudden change that had occurred in him over the past 3 months didn't help at all. You wouldn't last a lifetime without wondering why his body kept producing wounds he claimed not to remember, or about those days of complete dissociation on his part, when he swore you were playing with him when you told him it was Saturday and not Wednesday.

"I just want to know you're okay." You whispered with a broken voice to the voicemail. "Please, just tell me you're okay."

There was no response that night. You couldn't sleep either.

The next day, when he showed up at your doorstep with the dark circles you had learned to get used to over the days, your body's first reaction was to push him with all your strength. It was only enough to make him stagger.

"You're an idiot." You spat the words, your eyes flooded with tears.

"Me quedé dormido anoche, perdón.” (I fell asleep, I'm sorry.) He didn't even seem to believe the words coming out of his mouth, but how could he explain to you what was happening in his life if he didn't even know what the hell was going on?

"How much longer do you plan on lying to me?" You didn't care that people passing by on the street saw you both as crazy. You in your pajamas, him leaning against the car as a method of protection.

"No te estoy mintiendo." (I’m not lying to you.) He raised his voice a little, letting out a lot of the feelings he had been suppressing for a while.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The worst part was that you also had things bottled up inside you, the worry for him being the thing that choked you every day, squeezing tighter and tighter.

"Creo que no quieres entenderme.” (I think you don't want to understand me.) He was angry. You had never heard him like this, especially not directed at you. "Creo que ni siquiera estás intentando.” (I think you're not even trying.)

Damn the day you started to understand his words.

"I'm not understanding you, Jake?" You had already broken into tears. Your finger collided against his chest in an accusatory manner while he seemed unaffected, even though inside he was falling apart.

It was too much for him. Everything was too much.

"I've been trying for months to ignore what you're hiding from me." It was so difficult to argue in this way that frustration was suffocating you.

"¡No te estoy ocultando una mierda!” (I'm not hiding shit from you!) You snapped.

With fear.

Mid-sentence, Jake had reached out a hand to push you. Not with much force, just enough to separate you from his chest.

In seconds, he became aware of what he had done. If the car wasn't behind him, he would have moved even further away from you. He was overwhelmed by fear too.

He was losing himself as he had suspected.

"Me tengo que ir.” (I have to go.)

"Jake Lockley, if you leave, I don't want you to come back." Tired of seeing him run away from the problems, you resorted to the last card you would have liked to play.

You were foolish to think he would risk hurting you again. The last thing you heard was the sound of the engine accelerating to get away from you as fast as possible.

September.

The first part of September is blurry. You did your best to survive without him, but the days passed so quickly that you began to question if you were alive or just living in a bad dream that had lasted longer than necessary.

It was as if Jake was dead to you, without any sign, without any notice, nothing.

He simply disappeared.

The clear countdown of the days begins on the 13th, when your phone lit up to notify you that he wasn't doing much better than you.

✉: ¿Podemos hablar? (Can we talk?)

✉: Estoy perdido. (I'm lost.)

It hurt not having him, but it hurt more to see Jake's well-being. Not knowing how he was, where he was, what he was doing after that tragic day tormented you.

You replied, and the most important relationship in your life turned into a series of midnight calls where you tried to understand what your ex-boyfriend was mumbling from the solitude of his car.

You had friendships that had started in stranger ways than this, you could endure this.

Make it work.

October.

"Trick or treat." Mentally, he slapped himself for how ridiculous his way of reappearing was.

A half-smile appeared on your lips as you opened the door and came face to face with an embarrassed Jake, wearing your favorite leather jacket and both hands in his pockets as if he was waiting to be scolded by you.

"I doubt any of these things don't have artificial coloring number 4." That was your only response as you leaned your body against the door frame. With one hand, you held the huge container of candies that came out of hiding every Halloween.

"Estaba por aquí.” (I was around here.) Jake pointed back, the path that led to the supermarket, or at least that's what you assumed. He had a very lame excuse to see you, but that worked for you. The interest was enough. "Y pensé en venir a saludar.” (And I thought of coming. To say hi.)

"I'm watching Friday The 13th." You looked behind him. Children approached with shyness, seeking candy. "Come in, let me finish with the candies."

Your smile was so genuine that Jake's heart skipped a beat. How had he lasted so long without you? Those lost 3 months would always be present in the multiple mistakes he made.

That night, you kissed until it hurt. Until your lips hurt from bites, until the skin of his neck burned from love bites, until his fingers became imprinted on your waist. "I love you." You said between moans as the movie gave you an almost unreal vision of who the love of your life was. Flashes in white, in red, even in black showing you how beautiful he was from any angle or lighting. He made your sofa creak as he raised his hip toward you, thrusting into you even deeper if that was possible. "I love you, Jake." You repeated with a broken voice while your little jumps gained more strength. Your body was already exhausted, your legs were shaking and your hair stuck to your forehead and neck from sweat but emotionally you refused to get away from him. "Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.” (I love you. I love you. I love you.) His whispers mixed with his panting. You both seemed to be on the verge of tears. "Don't go away again." Your fingers tightened on his chest, scratching at his skin as you had done many times before. "Don't ever leave me again, Jake." The way you said his name burned in his heart. He brought a hand to one of yours to squeeze them on his chest, making you feel his agitated heartbeat. There was no need to say more, not while your kisses, movements and moans spoke for themselves. That night, as you rested on his chest after an orgasm that made you both shake from head to toe, he promised you never to leave. "Mi vida.” (My life.) He repeated as his fingers untangled your hair and your weight on him increased as you drifted off to sleep. "Mi cielo. Mi corazón.” (My darling. My heart.) He whispered in your ear. "Mi todo." (My everything.)

November.

Everything with Jake was stupidly easy.

Laughing, singing, existing.

As easy as in the romantic comedies you used to love watching before you met him. And it's not that you had forgotten about those because of him, but now you enjoyed watching action movies, those that allow you to get distracted without losing track of the plot.

You didn't press him to talk about what happened in those months, knowing that there were still a thousand secrets between you because you still saw strange bruises on his body, marks on his knuckles, or felt him getting up in the early hours of the morning when he stayed over with you.

"Leave me alone!" You ran down the hallway, laughing with him trailing behind. Probably restraining himself because it would be impossible for him not to catch you with his eyes closed.

He wrapped an arm around you to press you against his chest and used the other to prevent both of you from crashing into the wall. He was laughing too.

"Do you give up?" He squeezed you tighter with his arm.

"Never! Let me go!"

The laughter almost made it difficult for you to speak.

"Come back to me, and I'll let you go."

The seconds of silence churned his stomach.

"What?"

"I mean..." He cleared his throat. "Officially. Would you be my girlfriend? Please?"

It almost seemed like he was begging you.

You reassured his fears with a kiss.

December.

"I don't understand how you can eat these things." You took a deep breath through your mouth, sticking out your tongue, already reddened by the red dye number 6, to seek some relief from the burning sensation.

Jake was setting down a fifth box from his arms. He sighed, tired.

"No puedo creer que no me estés ayudando.” (I can't believe you're not helping me.) He approached you to steal one of the Cheetos from your bag while you licked your fingers. "Te dije que uses palillos chinos, así evitas el polvo.” (I told you to use chopsticks, that way you avoid getting your fingers dusty.)

"The dust is the best part." You popped your thumb out of your mouth.

"Disgusting." He feigned a look of disgust as he settled between your legs, resting a hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"You didn't say that when..."

"¡Dios mío!" (My God!) He gasped, biting his lower lip to suppress his laughter. He leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from you. "Compórtate.” (Behave.)

"Are there many more boxes left? I didn't think you had so much stuff in your apartment." You pushed the box aside as you leaned forward to prolong your kisses.

"This is my apartment." He whispered with a smile against your lips.

"Touché." Your fingers slowly roamed his shirt collar before pulling him closer with a tug on the fabric. "What if you take a break?"

Jake's hands were already on his pants, figuring out how to unbutton his jeans without separating from your body.

"I'm never going to stop unpacking." He complained as his lips began to descend towards your neck.

Ok now that I have written happy endings for the three of them I’m sick of them, lol, I’ll try to get angst-ier with these thingies

[kuromochimi]

Cuffing Season

Nagi Seishiro, Barou Shouei, Kunigami Rensuke

• MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI •

the big boy song has been STUCK AND I MEAN STUCK in my head for days now, and I’ve been wanting to write for blue lock since I started watching the anime.. so have some blue lock big boys scenarios.

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP AND ARE PRO PLAYERS IN THESE SCENARIOS. THEY ARE ALL 20+

Content Warnings: f!reader, NSFW, smut, dry humping, kissing/making out, fluff?, cuddling, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, fwb, mutual masturbation, lmk if I missed any

Nagi Seishiro

It felt warm and snuggly… and awfully heavy? Your cozy slumber was disturbed by the sudden weight you felt on your chest. Not enough to suffocate you, but definitely enough to cause discomfort, and you knew immediately who the culprit was. “Sei, move over. You’re sooo heavy” you tried to speak as best as you could while sleep still enveloped your entire body. “Come on baby, just a little. It’s getting cold” and he further snuggled into your body, moving up a little so that he could bury his head into the crevice between your neck and your shoulders. You surrendered. Was this the random guy you slept with at a Christmas party last week all because you complained that you were feeling lonely and you were both drunk enough to fuck at a storage closet? Yes. Was this also the guy who was surprisingly persistent on not only sleeping together but also hanging out and you always agreed to come with him because it was the holiday season and you didn’t want to feel lonely? Also yes. Your haywire thoughts were cut short when he started kissing up your neck, all the way to your jaw. His kisses were soft, gentle, and warming. He loved kissing you everywhere but he knew where you liked it best. “Stop teasing, sei, come up. I want it here”

With groggy eyes, nagi looked up at you as soon as he heard you speak. You were so sexy with your sleepy voice. He found you biting your lower lip, already anticipating his lips to unlock your own. “Course baby, I got you” without a single breath to spare, he moved himself up to level his face with yours and he all too suddenly, but gently, locked his lips with yours, not waiting a single moment before he pushed his tongue into your mouth like he hasn’t already done it countless times before in the week’s time you’ve known him. His huge hands were gripping your thighs, pulling you ridiculously closer to him, almost grinding your clothed pussy against his crotch, all while you were heavily making out and losing breath over your mutual refusal to pull away from each other. You were getting too wet. Just as the thought of going all way popped up in your head, the loud alarm of your phone resonated all over the room. You remembered setting it to wake you up in time to clean your place up before your parents came to visit. It was utter panic in your head. “Sei, we can’t.” You trued pushing him away “fuck I want to, but my parents are on their way right about- fuck.. stop grinding” he clicks his tongue before getting up to grab his clothes, strewn all over your bedroom floor. “Fine, but you’re going to have to make it up to me. Such a hassle. Making me leave with a fucking boner” he was mumbling while putting his clothes on. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at how cute he was acting, like he didn’t almost just fuck you stupid had the circumstances allowed him to.

Barou Shouei

Months into your friends with benefits set up with barou, you found that he had a habit of grunting A LOT in his sleep. And to be honest, you’d normally complain about it if it were any other person. But god does he sound so fucking sexy like that. His deep, rough voice just becomes a hundred times more attractive when he’s sleepy. At first, you found it embarrassing to admit that his grunts sometimes turned you on. But you immediately caved and told him when you just couldn’t stop yourself that one time during winter. “Shouhei” you gently nudged him awake after you barely just got out of his tight embrace. He wasn’t a light sleeper but whenever you’d wake him up under such circumstances, he already knew what you were going to ask for. “Didn’t I fuck you enough a couple hours ago, hm?” His eyes were still closed as he spoke. He’s right. In fact, you were still a tad sore but you were also dripping wet right now. “Just.. just keep talking, shou, like.. like that” your words were spoken in broken breaths, and he didn’t have to look to know what you were doing. He could hear the sheets rustle and the all too familiar sound of your sleep shorts and panties being pulled down and it was all he needed. “Acting so slutty and it’s barely even dawn. How are you so insatiable? Fine, get off with my voice, won’t you? Use me to make yourself cum” no more words came from you. Only whimpers and moans and the squelching of your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy. “Fuck that’s so hot” it took a while for you to notice that he too, was touching himself. He was grunting again, but not because of sleep but because he was fucking into his fist while listening to you moan his name over and over while you took care of your own pleasure.

Kunigami Rensuke

It felt both awkward and surreal to be snuggled into kunigami’s chest while a movie was playing in the background. Yes, it was only background noise at this point as you were too busy humping your childhood friend turned.. situationship or whatever the hell you two had. He had his arms wrapped around your body as you straddled him. Your body was tucked into his warm embrace while your hips moved to grind your clothed core against his hard dick which he had already pulled out from his sweats. “Ren, we have to stop” you whimpered into his ear while still grinding against his hard, exposed, leaking cock. You wanted to let him fuck you so bad but unfortunately, your sister, who also happens to be your roommate, was already asleep in the room right across the couch where you were currently at and all she knew was that kunigami was nothing more than that kid from across the street. The kid you always claimed to be nothing but your friend. Yeah right, you thought. Friends definitely don’t fuck. Especially not ones with as much of a history as you and kunigami did. He bucked his hips up, grazing against you clit, making you release the moan you’ve been trying so hard to stifle for the past whatever minutes you’ve been humping your “friend”. “I can’t stop, princess. Too good. Too fucking good, can I cum?” Your eyes widened, unsure if it was safe to let him cum on the couch. What if he cums all over and messes up the couch and then your sister would find out about what you’ve been doing with kunigami during your “movie nights”. “No, ren you can’t make a mess- Cum inside me!” you almost moaned again. “Okay fuck you’re so hot, so good f’ me” he pulled your sleep shorts and underwear to the side before abruptly shoving his cock into your pussy before he came inside without a single thought except the pleasure you were giving him.

Finally! My first ever blue lock work <3

This was written on a whim but it’s been a while since I’ve had the motivation to write and I was so surprised with how quick I finished this. Didn’t even have to make a draft bc I straight up wrote and posted it in one go 😵‍💫 Hopefully blue lock gives me my writing motivation again..

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SAGAU! concept part 2

As i promised, i'll talk about the sibling's role and for starter, you can see my concept here

The Creator: Moon

"The Goddess who watches the sin any living beings have occurred and no matter who they are, they will experienced the same weight of punishment as their sins"

"The Goddess who helps the better for life that had been created, guiding at all aspects for the better of future"

So the Creator: Moon got a few jobs to do

Serves judgement upon everyone of Teyvat, especially the gods and immortals (because human and mortals could be taken care by the goverment system on Teyvat, ex : the knights of Favoniois, Matras, etc etc)

Building up mechanics for daily life (Basically anything that our world has, you'll recreate it, ex : dishwasher, microwave, sun panel etc etc.)

Building mechanics to war, defense, something that out of daily life (Guns ig, a whole rocket, nuclear, motorcycle and i'm imagining it like Bronya's bike etc etc)

Literally exist to keep the balance of the world, and following the Creator: Sun's order, of course with a personal judgement you can declined it or accept it

For simple, you work like a Matra, its just a little more poof and brak out there

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The Creator: Sun

"The Goddess who create the Teyvat, fills it with happiness and luck, all for the better of life. He keeps all the memories for Teyvat to cherish and with his hands, any bless could be given"

"The Goddess who bring joyous light and many victories just for the mere living being created by him"

Here's a few jobs you'd do if you're the Creator : sun

Supervising the Teyvat's work (watching tianquan's work, grandmaster's, archons and many more)

The one who keep checking up irminsul along with Nahida, and the one who's taking care the ley line's work

Listening to the shrine visitors and grant their wish, but before that, the wish will be grant after passing the judgement and access from the creator : moon's judgement, in order to check the purpose of their wish and their background information

Blessing the certain nation on every important festival you attend

The one who's responsible to form a thousands of tactics and war formation if Teyvat needed

Etc etc

[ ! ] You can request a scenario using any creator, doesn't have to be the creator : Moon

[ ! ] i have a basic limits like for example pedophile action, anything that includes religion (i dont want to cause any mess] etc etc

[ ! ] You can dm or say it in the comments

[klimtjardin]

klim faz um headcanon dos neos dando um tapa na sua bunda enquanto vc tá distraída com algo por favorzinho, espero que dê pra entender.

hmmm acho esse um hábito meio meh, sabe? se fosse comigo eu já diria que minha bunda não é pandeiro kkkkkkk

acho que os únicos que fariam isso seria o Johnny, o Ten quando tá brincando com você e o Doyoung quando quer fingir te dar sermão. E o Mark quando te abraça às vezes dá uns tapinhas na sua bunda.

[godspeedviper]

Minuetto - Hannibal x Fem!Reader (18+)

𖤐 Synopsis: Reader is playing the part of Mrs. Fell, and takes part in a Florentine masquerade ball at the university Hannibal (under the assumed identity of Mr. Fell) teaches at.

𖤐 Type: established relationship || smut

𖤐 Word Count: 1,620

𖤐 Rating: explicit || clothing kink || social drinking || needle play || manipulation || pain play || PiV

𖤐 A/N: I do not speak Italian but I'm fluent in Spanish (native) and French, so I thought I'd go wild with the swearing lmao. Please feel free to correct any mistakes in the replies!

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 Hannibal leans on the bar countertop, picking up a glass of champagne, and he watches the crowded courtyard like a skilled predator, waiting for the opportunity to strike. He manages to simultaneously blend in and stand out, as there is a crowd of curious onlookers marveling at the historically costumed partygoers. He has his eye on a specific couple that are engaged in a rhythmic minuet on the dance floor. She wore a crème colored robe à la français with floral details, a translucent fichu over her décolletage, and a matching crème colored mask with blush pink faux feathers atop it. She twirled across the dance floor with dwindling grace, her hands holding steadfast onto a young man’s forearms, he was one of Hannibal’s (or should I say Mr. Fell’s) new colleagues. He watched as her steps quickly grew more and more uneasy, ultimately leading to her collapse. Hannibal sprung into action and darted towards his damsel in distress, weaving through the crowd of partygoers like a viper ready to strike. 

“Vita mia!” Hannibal exclaimed, as he reached down to pick her up off the floor. “Stai bene, carina?” 

She nodded weakly in response before Hannibal turned his attention to the man she had been dancing with. 

“How dare you?” It was less a question and more a threat. “I trusted you to hold my wife’s drink and this is what you make of that trust!”

“Sei pazzo, come pensi che sia possible?” The man, gesturing wildly, shouted in return. 

A crowd started to gather around the trio, whispering amongst themselves a myriad of scenarios that could possibly unfold. Hannibal quickly glanced around at the masked onlookers before pulling his fist back and throwing a hard punch directly at the man in front of him, crushing the man’s paper mâche mask into his nose. Hannibal placed himself firmly between the man and the drugged “Mrs. Fell”, imitating another punch to frighten the man into not fighting back. 

“Porca di quella grandissima puttana troia della Madonna di merda cristo iddio inculato da Geppetto e da tutti i santi in colonna!” Yelled the man as he tried to stem the bleeding from his nose with the sleeves of his costume. 

Hannibal puts his arm around her waist and starts to slowly escort his damsel off the premises and to the safety of their shared home. 

*****

“What the fuck did you put in my drink this time, Hannibal?” She stirred, coming to in the frighteningly familiar comfort of a silk covered chaise. 

“Nothing you haven’t already tried before, tesoro.” He replied with a purr. 

“So you set up that poor man just to drug me?” She scoffed. “You said you weren’t even gonna show up to the party and yet you show up just to cause problems! You’re insufferable.” 

“And yet here you are.” He smiled menacingly. “Thousands of miles away from home, in the hands of a wanted man.” 

Hannibal stalked toward the chaise, tossing aside his suit jacket in the process. He bent over the chaise, his hands gripping the frame as he towered over her. She inhaled sharply, still a bit drowsy from the drug. A whole body shudder tore through her in anticipation. 

“You ought to be more appreciative of me, carina.” He looked at her how a starved man might look at a fresh kill, with a wild hunger that threatened to tear into her with reckless abandon. “I’ve done so much for you, for us.” His breath tickled her lips. “Besides, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you on the dance floor in full costume. You looked absolutely riveting, carina.” 

Hannibal’s charm in combination with the drug cast a powerful spell upon her. She looked into his ice cold gaze with reverence, mistaking malice for mirth, as beauty does not discriminate against lethality. Almost instinctively, she lifts her head off the mattress in an attempt to capture his lips in a heated kiss, but Hannibal swiftly pulls back and denies her reward. He pushes away from the chaise, standing straight once more and looking down at her with near contempt. She whimpers slightly as she feels his warmth leave her, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. 

“Tsk tsk.” Hannibal wags his finger. “You need to be reminded of why you are here… alive. You are mine, and you must do as I say, tesoro. Capisci?”

She quickly nods her head in agreement, not daring to say a word. 

“Now then, tell me, who do you belong to?” 

“Y-” Before she could utter another syllable Hannibal struck her across the face with his palm. 

“Incorrect.” He said coldly. “I’ll give you another chance. Who do you belong to?”

“H-H-Hannibal? I… I belong to you… Hannibal.” She spoke with caution, gently rubbing her reddened cheek with her fingertips. This is what she so craved, danger, passion, the feeling of her heart beating furiously in her chest as she flirted with death. 

“Good girl.” He replied. “Play along now, and I promise it will be worth your while.” 

Hannibal pulls up a small ottoman to sit on at her feet. He begins by carefully removing her shoes and tossing them aside. Then, his hands reach out to her torso, his fingers searching the fabric of her dress for the pins which hold the stomacher in place. He slowly tugs her fichu out of its place, exposing her full cleavage, held up nicely by the boned stays underneath. 

“Hold still,” He said, and he began to put the pins into her skin, making sure to just catch the uppermost layer so as not to leave a nasty scar. She winced at first, but ultimately surrendered to the sensation as she watched him arrange the pins so that they formed a heart. “Good girl.”

Once finished with the pins, Hannibal set the stomacher aside and pushed the gown off of her. She watched as his hands took their time untying the ribbons which held up the petticoat and pockets underneath. It was as if he had all the time in the world, Hannibal moved at such a languid pace humming happily beneath his breath. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed the process of unwrapping her bit by bit, making her wait while he savored each dainty detail, committing them to his memory palace. She lifts her hips, allowing Hannibal to pull the layered petticoats off her body and onto the floor. He took her leg into his hands, brushing his lips against the knee high stockings, feeling the warmth of her body radiating through the white linen. “Bellissima,” He whispered to himself as his lips reached her thighs. Nimble fingers worked the blue silk ribbons she wore as garters, slowly rolling the linen stockings down to her lips, exposing her legs. Situating himself between her legs, he reached back up to her chest and began to gently pull the needles back out of her skin. Hannibal sets them aside on a small side table and watches hungrily as small drops of blood begin to form and ooze out of where the needles once were. 

“Oh look at you,” He brings a hand to your cheek. “You delight in wickedness, but then berate yourself for the delight. That simply won’t do, I won’t allow it.” 

He stands up and she watches him undress. Starting with the belt buckle, his hands calling attention to the bulge in his slacks. She licks her lips as she watches him free his erection and position himself between her still clothed thighs – the split bloomer design making for ease of access. Without warning, Hannibal thrusts himself into her, as far as her body would take him in this state. She yelps out in pain as she feels his cock spear her, stretching her sides and causing a dizzying agony. 

“Sh sh shhh” Hannibal coos, putting one hand over her mouth and the other gripping her hip over the boned stays. 

She struggles against his grip, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she cries out in pain, pleasure, and delirium – his hand muffling her helpless pleas. He thrusts into her hard, hips setting a merciless pace and his eyes fixated on the rhythmic bouncing of her breasts bulging out from the bodice stays, covered in wispy streaks of blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as pleasure begin to win over the pain. Agonized cries gave way to wanton moans, spurring Hannibal on. 

“There you go,” His voice was trembling. “You’re enjoying this, I know you are.” 

Her hands desperately clawed at his back as her pleasure mounted up. She loved being his toy, his pretty little victim. He took care of everything, he made all the choices, all the had to do was lay back and let him do as he wished. It was all so much easier than normal life, working late hours, fighting for your career, being threatened by men of status and constantly having to prove herself in her field, chastised for the sin of simply being a young woman in academia. Here, she let Hannibal take the reigns fully. With Hannibal by her side, no one dared threaten her, he made sure she was safe, he took care of her like a princess just so he could have the privilege of breaking her himself; and break her he did. 

With one last strong thrust, Hannibal fully lost control, vision going completely white as his orgasm coated her insides. He felt her nails piercing his flesh, the vibrations of her screaming against his palm, the power of knowing she was fully in his hands, and it all sent him over the edge. Perhaps he wouldn’t eat her after all.

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[cheolcam]

꒰♡꒱ avisos: yuta rockstar, leitora influencer, é mencionado uma vez que a leitora é peituda, a leitora é chamada de boneca, corruption kink (?), tudo é consentido, sugestivo, não revisado.

꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: o final ficou meio bosta pq eu me distrai pensando em outro scenario...

yuta rockstar que não vale nada, e você sendo uma influencer famosinha que é convidada pro show da banda dele.

tudo começou quando você repostou um story em uma festa que você tava e a música dele de fundo. yuta soube da sua existência quando você apareceu no explorar do insta dele e ele gostou do que viu.

você não tinha o mesmo estilo que as minas que ele come, mas ele se sentiu atraído mesmo assim... yuta é um homem simples, ele vê uma mina com cara de sonsa e uma grande comissão de frente ele se atrai.

ele te seguiu e via seus storys sempre que ele tinha disposição pra entrar no instagram, curtiu algumas fotos e nada mais, o que já causou um puta burburinho supondo que vocês tem um caso ou algo assim.

você nada boba, não confirma, nem nega continua seguindo sua vida com o seu conteúdo. engajamento é sempre bom quando esse é seu único trabalho. yuta segue curtindo seus posts e às vezes comentando um emoji ou outro, até que um dia ele te chama na dm dizendo que vai fazer show na sua cidade e perguntando se você quer ir.

você aceita, fica na parte restrita a frente da pista premium junto com mais alguns convidados e yuta faz contato visual com você o tempo todo, e você fica hipnotizada. nesse tempo que yuta começou a interagir nas suas redes você chegou a procurar sobre ele e a banda, ouviu as músicas e até gravou um tiktok dublando a letra (yuta também comentou nesse vídeo) mas nada te preparou pra ver ele pessoalmente. ele é gostoso demais.

depois do show você percebe que é única que usa uma pulseira diferente, quando yuta disse que queria te conhecer pessoalmente achou que ia ser algo geral, com todos os outros convidados, mas a pulseirinha rosa te rende um encontro vip com a banda.

com ajuda do segurança você chega no local do encontro, tira fotos com a banda e troca uma ideia rápida, todos eles se despedem de você, menos o nakamoto. ele te chama pra tirar uma selfie pra postar depois, afinal vocês meio que viram um hiperfoco da internet por alguns meses. você aceita, tiram, e quando percebe já estão sozinhos.

yuta pergunta se você tem algum plano pro resto da noite e você diz que não tem nenhum, ele sorri. "quer ficar comigo? nunca visitei a cidade, mas tô cansado demais pra sair e todo mundo vai ir jantar..."

você aceita, pergunta pra onde vocês vão e ele responde "não sei boneca, quer ficar aqui ou ir pro hotel?" você fica tímida, imaginando se o convite teria um motivo escondido. "sabe boneca, quando eu te vi, eu fiquei pensando muito... você é tão linda..." ele se aproxima e percebe que você não se afasta. "pensei em te quebrar, te fazer chorar, hm? tão lindinha... você choraria por mim, meu bem?" você parece um pouco confusa. "choraria se eu te fizesse implorar pela minha pica?"

vocês não consguem nem chegar ao hotel, o máximo que conseguiram for chegar no camarim do nakamoto.

ele te joga no sofá e resolve te comer lá mesmo, sua maquiagem e cabelos impecáveis saem uma bagunça, o suor causa uma sensação desagradável, ainda mais com a porra do japonês nos seus seios.

yuta te olha com um sorrisinho de canto e pergunta se você aceita ir pro hotel pra mais uma...

você aceita.

[shinjisdone]

𝒯𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette: is here

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

Tag List:

@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites

TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationships

[TW for this one specifically include: Demeaning uncle Geppetto, slight misogyny, downplaying an injury, slight uncomfortable tension, slight grief, Uncle Geppetto doing a 180° turn

Uncle Geppetto will be proven right again. By you out of all people and you can just imagine the glint he will get in his eyes. He thinks he doesn't get a kick of schadenfreude from it, but you've known your dear uncle for long enough to know that he loved being right. Always.

You go over the scenario in your head. It will be there, alongside that humph but it will be temporary - because soon he will be grinning and smiling proudly. A pat on the back and letting you do more than tinker on butlers - long forgotten by the rich families as they have probably gotten themselves replacements by the Workshop Union.

It was not like you disliked them. They were wonderful puppets and you do wanted to make them wonderful again - but perhaps your passion and nostalgia for a time long gone fired you up more than the thought of giving unwanted butlers their jobs again.

Maybe Uncle would look at you a bit differently. Let you do more.

Do more with her. Perhaps, but just perhaps but nevertheless an optimistic perhaps, Geppetto will give you permission to work on her and give you materials and tools for it. You always wanted to.

She was your ever first doll. You wanted to become a puppetmaker just like him for her, to do something with her. Turn her into the loveliest doll that she deserved to be.

The only scenario you could not figure its grande finale out were the bandages around your hand.

Walking down the stairs, you took a few breaths in front of his office's door. Holding the surprise behind your back, you knocked on the heavy wooden door, carved with many patterns. He wanted it tailored to withstand a lifetime and you do remember knocking on it a lot as a child. More times than you should have, convinced that it might be an easy and harmless prank on your part. You were even told that the door was so sturdy, your little girly knocks wouldn't resound at all but your uncle would always open it with a scowl-

"Dear?" You startled as he peeked through the opened crack. Geppetto rose a brow at seeing you so early despite your very obvious eyebags. He thought you'd sleep in again but instead you mustered a smile. "Good morning, Uncle." Finally, he fully opened the door to look at you fully dressed while he only adorned a quaint white blouse and trousers. "A good morning to you, too. What is it? What brings you so early in the morning to me?"

Once again you mustered a smile but this attempt was given up quickly. You were no foolish child anymore. He needed to hear it. "Uncle, may I come in? I have something really important to tell you." "At this hour? Surely this can wait after breakfast."

"Uncle Geppetto."

There it was once again, that scowl whenever he opened the door at a bad time. This time it was not your prank but the tone of your voice he did not like. Nevertheless, he stepped aside and let you in.

Brown eyes observed the spots of dried blood on the bandage, his finger grazing the outline of your palm as you rested your injured hand in his. The man adjusted his monocle, leaning closer before sitting upright in his working chair and letting go of your hand. You let it rest on the big mahogany working table. "And that happened yesterday?" "Yes. The ambulance came and patched me up before sending me home. I don't know what happened to the puppet afterwards."

A heavy sigh escaped him, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose as Geppetto leaned back in his chair. "What a commotion it must have been..."

"I'm sure it will be on the newspapers soon. That's why I wanted to tell you, Uncle, something might be wrong with these models."

He sighed once again, looking up the ceiling. You waited but decided to speak when he remained quiet.

"Something like that should never happen." Swiftly, the older man snapped his narrowed gaze at you. "Of course this shouldn't happen. It was an accident, is that not what you said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Couldn't it be that your finger slipped to the spot the puppet was supposed to stamp?" A sharp inhale. You sat up straighter, your eyes wide and lips pressed as you stopped like a machine yourself. Before you spoke, you reminded yourself to take another, deeper and calmer breath. "Uncle. If it did, then it should have sensed flesh. It pierced through mine anyway." Your eyes flickered to the ground, holding in air. You began to scowl just like him. "I can't believe you are saying that." You whispered under your breath.

"It is possible," He continued calmly, "That's why I need to know the specifics. The Workshop Union cannot make a mistake, I cannot."

The office grew quiet. Retracting your hand, you placed it on your lap, gently playing with the edge of the bandage. Your glare was directed to the floor. Geppetto reclined in his chair and crossed his legs. The old grandfather clock he had for decades ticked in the corner, the dreary, soft sound filling the room and his eyes would glance at the time. His hands mimicked yours before he licked his lips and took a deep breath.

"You've been working very hard lately. It's gotten to your head." The chair creaked as he leaned forward and reached for your injured hand. He carefully made sure to brush the side of your palm with his fingers. "Look at you, your eyebags have gotten even more noticeable now, dear. You can't go running around looking like that, not even in the confines of our workshop. You need rest, especially with an injury such as this." He tilted your hand up briefly and rose his brows at you. Your grimace did not change.

"A young girl such as yourself shouldn't have to bear such scars. I am sorry that happened to you."

You remained silent as his hand slowly left yours and he got up. Putting on a coat big enough to cover his simple outfit, he searched for his melon hat next.

"Did anyone ask you who you are?"

"No." You answered tonelessly.

"Good. It would be bad if...they found out Geppetto's niece got hurt by a puppet."

At last he found it under his scarf and made sure to put it on as well. He opened the door wide and turned around with an expectant gaze for you to leave his office.

You had not moved. Sitting in the humble, lone stool your narrowed gaze was stuck on the one spot on the floor. The wonderful, expensive wine red carpet of his, the edge of it, embroided with patterns from a land far away, he once said. He got it before you were born and it still seemed so new and untouched.

Geppetto called out your name impatiently.

"Uncle." Swiftly, you slid off the stool and grabbed the sack you set aside from the floor with one hand. The man arched a brow as you walked towards him, poised and with a determined glare. Holding it with one arm, you entangled the ribbon with your good hand before letting the sack fall off and had her sit placidly in your arms.

Through the determined glint in your eyes, your heart was pounding against your chest.

Geppetto slowly closed the door. Trapped in a trance, his jaw dropped as his hands reached for the toy in your arms. He carefully approached you. Brown eyes would glimpse up and down, between you and the toy. Collecting himself, his shock slowly turned into the brightest of grins you had not seen on him in years and his eyes held a tenderness he had missed years ago as well.

The older man could barely let out his thoughts. "Oh, dear," He whsipered under his shaking breath, "That is your doll." Finally, it seemed like he could collect himself from his awe and gently touch the doll's arms. Stable but soft to the touch. His joy also brought a smile of your own. You let him take her.

"It's Aurorie."

"Aurorie!" He laughed heartily, overshadowing the ticking of the clock. "Oh, you always called her that!" Another round of chuckles left him as he spun the doll around, inspecting her. The pink dress had soft folds, each patched with patterns of dark pink roses, as to not stand out too much, and lines of leaves stitched and flowing down from the waist to the frilly ends. The wide dress flew with the motions as the doll was inspected, with the many flounces hidden beneath white as snow. Testing the fabric, Geppetto noticed a minituare, wooden cage crinoline hidden between the flounces. The majority was made out of wood but he could make out metal strips in the middle section, tightened with screws and aligning with the wooden strips above and below. It wasn't wide enough to give the illusion of an hourglass form but was slimer, triangular, he noted. One hand gently tapped the outer side of the dress. The cage crinoline was barely noticeable with the many cloth in-between.

The sleeves were short and puffy, covering her shoulders and leaving the rest of her arms bare. Dark shoes cleaned with the expensive shoe polish and white tights around her legs. A small ribbon was tied around her neck into a kink and suited her well with the frilly neck sleeve. Her long, blonde hair was styled to curls, with a headband on top and small, thin ribbons tied lovingly at each end of the band. Her bangs neatly cut to show her kind eyes and putting the doll higher up to the light, Geppetto paid attention to the bright colors that returned to her face. Each eye, brow, cheek, nose and smile was repainted.

"She looks as beautiful as the day I made her for you." He whispered as he lowered her in his arms. He couldn't really believe what he was seeing, it was like recalling a dear memory. The bright smile you wore was also one he used to see more often in the past. "I wanted to remake her the day you agreed to make me your apprentice. I always had her with me." Geppetto let out a sigh, "I never noticed she was here all this time." "Well," You glanced around before looking back at him with a bashful smile, "I hid it when coming here. Geppetto's niece and apprentice coming to Krat, the city of puppets, with a small, worn out doll?" You chuckled with a crooked smile and Geppetto joined you. "But what was most important for me was to be able to make her shine again. Aurorie is my favorite out of all the toys you've made me and I wanted her to be treated as she deserved."

The older man opened his mouth before closing it shut again with a smile. Though his sight wasn't the best even with his monocle, his eyes crinkled at the sight of you, of the little gift he made for you all those years ago now here in his arms. His throat tightened and he quickly swallowed the growing lump. Instead, his heart melted at the very sight and touch he was experiencing right now.

"And look!" Your eyes widened with the idea that had come to mind and before he knew it, you adjusted the doll to be sitting humbly on his forearm. "I made the crinoline out of soft wood and the metal strips in the middle would bend when the legs are moved. She can sit without having to lift the dress, and the crinoline won't crack."

Looking back at the toy idly sitting on his arm, Geppetto couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "She sits as straight as a candle! Just like a real lady!" Still gazing at the doll, he let out a few chuckles before his laughter died down. Lips trembled slightly and the man looked back to you, sniffling briefly. He bent down while holding the doll gently with one arm and rested his hand on your shoulder.

"Dear..." You unwittingly shot him a confused look as your uncle began but seemed to drift off. You feared that when looking into his eyes, you might find them ever so slightly teary, a sight you only saw once on him and it was not a fond memory. However, despite the trembling he swallowed it all down and instead pulled you closer for an embrace.

"My dearest niece...I am so proud of you." He squeezed you once, his arm around your shoulders, before backing off enough to look at you with the most heartwarming grin. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you take on the role of the next puppetmaker in our family. That you find joy in this and create such beautiful things." Your uncle was never one to indulge in his feelings so much, to carry his emotions on his sleeves as he does now. Each word that passes his lips seemed to soften his face more and more. You let him talk. "Things that will bring joy to the next person. I remember how you sulked that day before I gifted you Aurorie and the little doll that gave the little girl so much happiness," He halted for a moment and swallowed his snot, "Is now making her shine like she did in your memories. You took such great care of her...it makes me happy that you love her so much."

Finally, he stepped back and tried to discreetly wipe his tears. He returned the doll to you. "I am sure you will continue creating many great things, and taking care of them and loving them."

He seemed to stop. You hugged your doll tight and close, eyes struggling to look at his face as he kept on trying to find his composure. While his heart squeezed, yours seemed too - though it slowly felt like it was dragged down your stomach the longer you lingered. "Uncle Geppetto...are you truly okay?"

As fast as he could, he nodded with a few sniffles and spoke in a strong voice. "I am. Simply indulged myself back to the old times where you were just a wee little girl." He chuckled as he ruffled your hair. You did not believe him.

With a cough, he gestured to the door. "Your creation is wonderful, my dear. I cannot wait to see how you'll flourish into a great puppetmaker - one greater than me, perhaps!" He gave a quiet, low chuckle, "But for now...work awaits. I'll take care of the commotion. Go rest your hand and take a few days off. You must be tired and scared of what happened yesterday. Be a good girl and go to your room."

You were inclined to share your own thoughts but seeing the look in his brown eyes and the slight tilt in his stature made you bite your tongue and nod. Quietly bidding him goodbye and a successful day at work, you retrieved your things and left the room.

The soft click of the door was his cue to return to his chair. You used to barge into his office a few times as a child before learning that Geppetto was not fond of such ill-mannered behaviour. You were only brave enough to do so when your visits weren't alone but with company but he would still not tolerate because of that.

With a heavy and freeing sigh, he sat down in his chair, it squeaked as he turned to the lowest cupboard on his table. Sliding it open, he took out two baords completely and set them aside. Pressing a button hidden on the side of the open space, a click was heard and right after that, a thud. He took the thin wall out and dragged the small, metal safe closer. For its size it was quite heavy and Geppetto found himself struggling to get it out as the years pass by. He let out a groan once the buttons were in his reach and pushing the code inside, the self-made mechanism ticked and hummed, before the door sprung open.

The binders were neatly sorted one by one. He grabbed the blue one, titled "Earlier than the Birds."

Turning a few pages, he stopped at "11 years."

In the month of April, there was a picture painted on simple paper.

Geppetto carefully slid it out from the foil before putting the binder aside and admiring the doodle.

The locks were long, blonde and curly, reaching beyond the feet. A breathy chuckled was let out in the quiet room, he barely could hear the grandfather clock ticking. He told him that such length was impossible or rather, ridiculous and unnecessary. The painter pouted and insisted it would look pretty. Shaking his head, he could not keep his promise but the end result was enough to be left satisfied. Besides that, the dress was done as he invisioned, wide and frilly, the color of the fabric as blue as the crayon he used to draw with. He tried to keep the colors in the lines yet slipped one too many times but Geppetto did not mind. He also did not mind one arm being longer than the other, the limbs drawn as sticks and then redrawn to be thicker, or having no black crayon left and therefore painting the shoe with brown - Geppetto understood the artist's intentions.

A giant tiara sat on the crown of her head and again, he shook his head. Instead, a black headband was offered that he reluctantly agreed to.

Kind eyes were the last touch. A lovely smile that was later on redrawn with red crayon. He could see the black color peeking out.

Geppetto sighed as he reclined in his chair. His eyes traveled to the bottom of the childish drawing.

"For my annoying cousin, (Name)."

[shyhaya]

Hii! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ can i rq headcanons/scenario of bllk Barou, Karasu, Rin, Nagi with f!reader that is pretty??. reader is their seatmate in class. thanks for having open the rq! 🐧(⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

sorry for the wait dear! here, enjoy <3

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Pretty Girl [Barou Shoei, Karasu Tabito, Itoshi Rin & Nagi Seishiro x F! Reader / SFW!]

❯── Barou ──❮

To be completely honest, he didn't notice you at first.

He's not the type to get entrances by a girl at first glance.

That changed whoever, when you were assigned as his seatmate.

Your lively eyes and kind smiled had him spacing out for some seconds. How were you so beautiful?

I wouldn't say he's making a fool of himself because of this fact, nor does he treat you like you're above him nobody is in his dictionary but it's obvious he's a little nicer to you.

His eyes tend to go to you while in class. At first he's bothered by it but he can't deny you're pretty and nice so it's not so bad.

If anyone were to flirt with you or give you a compliment, he'll be annoyed and the instant he realizes he's jealous he'll try to avoid you.

His plan fails of course cause he has to seat by your side every day.

Maybe someday he'll let his pride aside to ask you out.

Good luck with that :3

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❯── Karasu ──❮

Damn, this guy is flirting with you the moment you sit beside him.

He's not overbearing and his pick up lines make you smile so that's a bonus.

Though when he sees you smile he'll blush and cover it up with a smirk he's totally flustered.

You're so pretty he gets distracted during soccer practice sometimes cause he thinks of you.

When he notices you're also a nice person he's instantly thinking of a plan to ask you out.

He'd joke and say if he dated you he'd be always fighting someone like he's your bodyguard cause there's a ton of people trying to ask you out.

This doesn't bother him whoever and would without a doubt fight anyone cause he likes you a lot.

Also, he'll brag about how beautiful you are and how you're his pretty girl.

Boy, Otoya's gonna be so annoyed at his bragging 🤭

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❯── Rin ──❮

Another one who's not interested at first.

Honestly, he thought you'd be like the other pretty girls he's seen before. Please forgive him for this opinion (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

So he was really impressed when you were not only kind but had a good personality and were smart too.

You two didn't talk much at first, but eventually the little talks in between classes were normal.

It was then when he started to find you attractive. Like, he recognized you were beautiful and to him no other girl could make him look their way.

If someone compliments you he won't consider it sincere cause they only see your beauty and not you as a whole don't mind him he's jealous.

He won't outright compliment you but he thinks about it often.

When he does say something nice to you, it'd be as he's confessing he likes you.

Maybe he'll subtlety tell you how pretty you are before that.

Just be really perceptive with his words.

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❯── Nagi ──❮

This sleepy boy doesn't really look at you at first.

But when you wake him up for class before he gets scolded, he's surprised to find such a pretty girl beside him.

He's not instantly into you, just notices you're beautiful.

Then you start being friends and when you smile he's mesmerized.

Unintentionally talks about you to Reo.

He says how you're always nice and pretty and you let him sleep, so Reo is now jealous of you. Way to go Sei.

The second somebody flirts with you he's there, clinging onto you and saying an excuse for you to go with him.

He compliments you with a straight face like it's no deal, but inside he's nervous.

In a way, it's like he doesn't get completely used to your beauty, so it's always shocking when you look so radiant.

Thank you for reading!