if you’re still writing, could I ask for Pinocchio x fem reader. Pino is just being absolutely his face bombard with kisses on his face but still wants her to keep going, mostly cuddling and kisses fix because he deserves comfort
A/N: Of course my love!!! I wanna apologize for my absence, been focusing on more personal projects a bit more and life has just generally gotten busier. HOWEVER!!! I shall fix this by fulfilling the requests that I've unfortunately left on the back burner (sorry for that too!) I genuinely love hearing from you guys so please don't be afraid to reach out <333 With that I hope you enjoy!
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-Lagooneah
W/C - Roughly 1.8k
Not/barely Proofread
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Everyone knows that Pinocchio—or P—can be so unintentionally cute.
Yes, the killer puppet with a beating however mechanical heart could be quite aloof, leading to confusion akin to a small animal still finding its footing in the wood. Even when it came to things most would figure simple he was tilting his head and furrowing his brow. There was one thing he did understand, enough to act on it at least…
Death. Killing. Absence of life.
Aside from a few sparing cases, death as a concept comes easy to him unlike anything 'human'. If you awoke and was immediately tasked to spill oil and blood how would you feel? You wouldn't, and he's the perfect example of this.
When he was called he heeded it; when someone needed a street cleared he came home covered in oil that wasn't his, when someone wanted his opinion on a weapon or a legion he practically lived in the training yard until he could provide listed feedback, when someone needed saving he searched until he found their body warm or cold. He was needed the moment he awoke, he hadn't stopped working since he awoke, he didn't know the calm life everyone swore they missed.
Well, aside from when you're in his arms.
Pinocchio doesn't know how to handle much else but his day to day job, his duty always comes first or it always did… Before you. You had come to the hotel quite a bit ago, the very same puppet you grew quick affection for being the one who saved you. You still remember how it went, how he scooped you into his arms with little effort after expelling of a puppet with even less exertion. How he called you 'My Lady' before speaking any further about or to you; as cold as he was then he still enraptured you, and until recently you were simply another human he figured he should assist if you ever desired it. Although… That wasn't exactly how things had went judging from your current position.
You're snuggled into his front, the cold metal hum of his body lowering your guard, easy to forget the horrors that await outside these walls when you're wrapped in his arms… Arms that were as gentle as they were cruel. His legion is hooked over your waist to connect with his other more organic limb that lays beneath you. He lays incredibly still, like if he moves too much he may harm you, but your soft giggles and caress of his freckled face should tell him there's no where you'd rather be than in these arms he previously considered were only made to harm.
"You have such cute freckles, P." P, that letter, that nickname that only you seem to call him leaves your smiling lips, your soft fingertips dancing over said dark spots that decorate his features. There's a stiffness to the way his eyebrow cocks, and an emptiness where feeling would be had he not been the way he was,
"The markings? Well, their just dots." He states bluntly. Clearly not understanding the reasoning for your words nor what lies behind them. To him they're just something he happens to have, not a blessing nor a curse, just marks that he has. If anything he may even come to think them odd, no one else has these from what he's seen except his father. Your giggle only confuses him further, especially since you don't say anything, rather you act on your feelings of adoration.
The press of warm, soft flesh meets his dotted cheek. Slow, gentle, long enough to make his heart jump from its cogs, and you don't stop there. Your lips meet the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and his other cheek with the same gentle affection. None of the kisses are met with much acknowledgement outside of a flex of his legion at the small of your back or an adjustment of his leg that folds your layered skirts… That's only until you pull back to look at your hard work.
The gentle shine of lip gloss paints every place you kissed on the puppets face, that in itself was cute enough without the additive of his reactions. Blue eyes blown wide, mouth opening and closing with a fuzzed audio but never once uttering a word. He's speechless, and not in his usual aloof and collected way, in a completely baffled way. He quite literally cannot form words to speak to you. Nothing is good enough, nothing would get an answer he would be satisfied with. What would he even be looking for with a question? What he was looking for was action, an action only you had done just now.
"P, I—" Before you could get your giggle-ridden words out it's your turn to widen your eyes. He lunges his face so far forward the tips of your noses meet, and his eyes are practically glowing against your skin. Your cheeks flush at the sudden proximity to him, although you had just been even closer pressing your lips against his synthetic skin, this felt very different. You half expected him to return the actions—or better yet—let his lips meet yours, but what followed was a flit of his eyes; a plea, a silent desire…
Was he… Asking for more..?
With a smile and a few fast blinks you gather your composure enough to say,
"Did you like that? The kisses?"
It was funny, you should've expected the puppet who held you over the plush of this lobby couch would desire your affection. It was pretty clear he at very least allowed it, but him asking for it? That was new.
he doesn't answer with words, just mimicking his prior mannerisms as if you could read his mind. Sure, you definitely could read him, but everyone could. He wasn't necessarily mysterious because he hid things, he was at the very core unable to fully understand emotion or anything relating to it… Yet. He didn't yet know how to frame his words for inner desires, he didn't yet know how to decipher those inner desires in the first place, all he felt he could do in this powerless silence was to imply.
You pressed another kiss to the tip of his nose, and you swore his eyes fluttered closed. He pulled you close so your warmth was pressed against the hard plains of his body. With his head rested against your cushioned chest, his face was a canvas for her fondness, you definitely took it that way.
It may have very well been a few hours that the two of you were like this; tangled together into a warm pile of kisses that the puppet hardly objected to. You kissed his entire face, his hair, even his palms received some attention and he didn't move an inch. Not in the same stiffness as he was before, he was rather languid against the old couch, against you. It was his personal heaven, though he couldn't define it as such, he definitely felt the way his heart thumped and his ergo flourished that this was good for him.
He hardly felt much good in his short life, so in that way it was easy to know when something was. The feeling was so foreign that it blared like a siren when it was there. He would feel grief, guilt, anger, selfish desire, never good. Not outside of these walls, not in the way you made him feel it.
That wasn't to say he hadn't felt at least some bit of good his time here. Sophia always had a nice presence, he felt comfortable around her and her ergo. Maybe it was simply because he she would support and supply him of the rawest form of life as he knew it, or maybe it was her kind and gentle word, whatever it was he could suppose he enjoyed it. Eugenie always helped him with his arm and his weapons, recommending what would be best and asking what he would desire out of his items; little Spring the orange cat was a plus even if she hissed at him occasionally still. Lady Antonia was quiet but strong, he could tell every time he spoke to her that she was fiery in a way that no one else he had met was. Even then she always checked on him, always told him what she felt and believed and why, it enticed him to continue his visits to her chair. Enticed him to know of her days even if he couldn't learn from them. Just to know people was a curious concept, because even his father who he was supposed to know was a stranger to him.
He was still navigating the good people made him feel and how they made him feel it. He paid close attention to the way his cogs would loosen or tighten, how his heart would either thrum vigorously or hum softly, and the why of these happenings was a completely different story.
He laid in your arms, still being showered in warm presses and vibrations of giggles, and for a moment he figured… Why does he need to know? Why does he need to know why something makes him feel the way it does? Why should he ask instead of bask in it and seek it again? You always gave without him having to ask, maybe that's what separated you from the others he knew. What made your good feel so different. You never asked him for anything but his company or the way he offered it. You would lay like this in his arms for hours, never needing anything but reciprocated wraps of his arms or his attention. You didn't need him to kill, you didn't need him to gather ergo, you didn't need him to test weapons and legions out and see which one fit best, you didn't need him to save a city and people he never knew, you needed him. Only him.
"Pino? Are you ok?" Your voice breaks his trance, eyes fluttering to look up at you. The sight shocks you, just enough for you to take in a quick breath. He felt… Warmer. His heart for just a few moments felt like a real one, and you swear you can feel the warm brush of his breath against your cheek as he returns your gaze with his own half-lidded one. He looked, felt, so… Human. You cradled his face, and for one last kiss, you pressed one against his lips.
'You like this, you like her. You don't need to know why, just that you do.'
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A/N: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT I haven't written this little guy in forever oml. Everyone thank Anon for asking for our silly puppet boy who we love <333 I really wanted to drive the point of P being more often used/needed for his skills instead of just needed himself, and I wanted to frame the reader as someone who simply just wants to love him and love on him because he DOES deserve it!!! I hope you and others enjoy this little piece as I get back into the swing of writing as well as knocking out requests for real!!! They're open btw, please hit me with what you got I need it. Ok love you bye!
