PAIRING : mina, doorman, paige, pocket x reader (separate).
SYNOPSIS : voicelines the deadlock characters would say to their lover in the midst of the chaos between york and greenwich.
TAGS : obviously game spoilers, implied kisses, pet names (beautiful, moonlight, dear, darling, protagonist, princess), ice cream (sorry if you’re lactose intolerant), protective mina, the doorman scaring reader, slightly possessive pocket, comfort (in pocket’s section), mina and pocket are ex fiancés, flirty doorman, rambly paige <3.
NOTES : | 9/8/25 | there’s not many deadlock fanfics as i’m writing this, so i hope to change that because i absolutely adore the characters in this game! this fic is inspired by @wisteriaiswriting’s voiceline headcanons for valorant so make sure you read them here!
pt 2 here!
𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑯𝒂 .⋆♱
𖤐 Mina's reaction to laning with Reader
“Oh, hello, beautiful, I’m loving your outfit! Wait a second, is that my lipstick you’re wearing?! You know you could’ve just asked to borrow it.. Well, if I ever need a touch-up, I’ll be sure to steal some off your lips~.”
𖤐 Mina requesting to swap lanes to be with Reader
“Yeah, no. If I want anything done, I’m going to need a competent teammate.”
𖤐 Reader assists in Mina’s kill
“You should’ve seen the look on their face when I killed them! Or well- when we killed them, hehe~.”
𖤐 Pocket nearly kills Reader
“Get your PAWS off my Moonlight, Pocket! Are you okay?! Don’t worry, they’re never going near you ever again, I’ll be sure of it!”
𖤐 After the ritual
“So you wanna go shopping after all this? Really?! I knew you’d say yes! Our ruling over all vampires can wait!”
.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏
𖤐 The Doorman's reaction to laning with Reader
“Do you feel all prepared for battle, my Dear? It’s okay if not, you know I’ll always have your back and make up for any slip-ups. And after the ritual, would you like to accompany me in having tea at the Baroness? Your presence would be delightful~.”
𖤐 The Doorman assists in Reader’s kill
“Thanking me? That was most certainly all you. You really showed them no mercy~..”
𖤐 The Doorman scares Reader through a door he suddenly placed
“Boo! Haha, your frightened face is so adorable! Apologies, Darling, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay in York Lane. And from the looks of it, you have it all under control.”
𖤐 The Doorman protecting the Reader
“You went through my door just in time! And you managed to take out the Bookworm on your way out? I’m quite impressed~.”
𖤐 Adjusting the Doorman’s clothes after a fight
“I’m flattered, Dear. It’s somewhat comical; usually, I’m at your service. I hope you know that the Baroness will always have a room for the two of us~.”
-ˋˏ✄┈ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒆
𖤐 Paige's reaction to laning with Reader
“You want to know how my story is going? Oh, it’s going great! So great.. NO! No, you can’t read it! It’s too embarrassing.. Okay, well, maybe after the ritual, I’ll let you read it. I really do hope you like it..”
𖤐 Healing Paige while you’re both in a fight
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that! I would’ve been completely fine, I think.. You’re right! The protagonist never dies, especially when she has a family to come back home to, haha!”
𖤐 Paige assists in Reader’s kill
“That was incredible! You reminded me of the knight in the book I read this morning! You want me to be your princess? Only as long as I get to be your princess in shining armor, haha! Matching suits of armor?! Wouldn’t that be amazing?”
𖤐 Sneaking into the enemy base with Paige
“I’m really scared they might catch us.. I’m the bravest person you know? Oh, that’s so sweet.. Okay..! I can do this. We can do this! Let’s get those enemy shrines while they’re distracted!”
𖤐 After the ritual
“Okay, fiiine, I’ll let you edit my story after the ritual. But don’t judge me, it’s still not done! And don’t get suspicious if the main character is similar to a certain person I love. What? I didn’t say anything, haha!
𝑷𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕 “𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒏” ⋆˚✿˖° 𓆏
𖤐 Pocket's reaction to laning with Reader
“It’s nice to see a face that I can trust.. Well, I know it’s a given, I am your partner after all, but it’s just nice to verbalize it to my Love…”
𖤐 Healing Pocket after a fight
“I’m okay, I promise. Though, I’ll admit, it feels really nice for you to be taking care of me as you always do, no matter our circumstances..”
𖤐 Reader is impressed by Pocket
“You thought I looked attractive when I finished off the Doorman? Oh, it’s nothing.. Thank you. I won’t let him get close to you, my Love.”
𖤐 There’s an enemy Mina
“Don’t worry, my Love, you know you have my heart. If I see her, I’ll hide in my briefcase for you, haha. But on a serious note, know that I belong to you, eternally.”
𖤐 After the ritual
“After this, you said you wanted to get ice cream? I’m down..! I won’t be able to hang around for long, as you know, but I hope you know every moment I have with you is precious.”
Jester and Caleb are deciding what color to paint their unborn child’s room. Jester has one thing on her mind. Caleb has several. The key difference is that Caleb is very good at hiding it.
Haven’t written in a while and this idea came in a flash. So rather than make it a whole to do, I decided to just write it like a prompt giving myself fifteen minutes to complete it. I gotta say I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! Enjoy!
•••
Caleb worries.
There’s nothing new or significant about that fact, but he does. Caleb Widogast worries. He’s a worrier. He worries so much it’s sometimes a wonder how he thinks about anything else. What was actually surprising, however, is how in the past six months it had become so much worse.
“Pink will be the accent color,” Jester said after a moment of thought, paintbrush in hand, “but what about the rest of it? We can’t just have it be boring old white.” She was standing atop a short stool in a painters smock, not taking her eyes off the circle she had just finished filling. Its color was the inner world of an empty conch shell.
“My room was ‘boring old white’. For most of my life actually,” Caleb replied, minding the tightness of his tone, not looking up from his book, “Why not just paint the whole room pink?”
Jester’s nose scrunched and her mouth twisted, dissatisfied. It was, on occasion, a goal of his to get her to make that face. Even at the cost of saying something he knew she’d instantly disagree with. Sometimes being wrong had its rewards.
“It’s not like pink is a bad color or anything. I love pink—!”
“You don’t have to defend the color as if you’re about to say something risqué about one of our friends, blueberry.”
“—but just one shade? For a whole room? What happens when he draws on the walls and wants to use red? It’ll look terrible and then he’ll stop drawing and he’ll give up on art and he’ll get into…fishing or something,” Jester, in the process of laying out her case against the mono color on the walls, had begun the process of tying her hair with a white ribbon. Which of course meant the paint brush was stuck between her teeth and lips. Further meaning everything she had just said was done with effort to get through the obstruction.
Caleb, having understood her perfectly, replied cooly while continuing to look down at his book, “Fishing is a noble career to have. She could also indulge in the library. Perhaps her mind will be more like mine, hm?”
Jester hummed to concede, the paint brush now being cleaned with a well worn and dirtied cloth. “Still! He should get a chance at least. But what color goes good with everything? And not white. White is bor-ing. Maybe light purple? But that wouldn’t work with red either. We could do something like…grey? But wouldn’t that just be close to white? At least with this kind of pink grey would look so drab, especially on rainy days. Oh shit! I didn’t even think of that! What color looks good in any kind of weather? We haven’t had a rainy day yet since we started figuring out the colors so I haven’t seen the walls when the sky is cloudy and the windows are so big and they let in so much light—“
Jester stopped herself when her eyes caught on Caleb’s leg. She stared. It was jostling, up and down at a rapid fire tempo. The rest of him however looked perfectly still. His face the picture of steady focus. He was sitting in the rocking chair he and Beau had made, had argued for hours over the best shape and angle of curved bottom. The book he was gripping hard to was the latest in a long line, all of them memoirs or journals or instructive manuals on childcare and the general rearing of children.
Jesters lips gently quirked at their edges and from them fell a soft sigh.
“Caleb?”
“Hm?”
“We can stop talking about the colors if you want.”
“No. Why?” He asked, replying back too sharp and quick, still not looking up, “It’s important. They say the color you choose can have great influences on personality. It affects the subconscious part of the mind apparently.”
His leg still moved at rabbit speed.
Jester gave another sigh, this one out of some exasperation as she realized she would have to elaborate. “Caleb—“ she had begun to say, though whatever she was going to say next was cut off by a misplaced step. She had barely begun to realize she was falling off the stool before a series of quick events occurred.
A word had bellowed out of him at alarming volume and suddenly Jester’s world was silvery mist. She only had the briefest sensation of falling before landing into a familiar set of shapes. The rocking chair across the room was rocking back and forth while empty. The book had been thrown onto the floor, its poor pages bent.
The mists disappeared and from them, above her, was Caleb.
Jester had to blink in order to refocus her vision again. And upon doing so she was able to study him, if only briefly. Able to see what he had been hiding inside that book. Lips parted with shaky breaths, cheeks raised in a few shades, eyes bright with adrenaline. Some hairs he kept tied back fell out of place, framing his face. His hands gripped tightly at her back, arms firm and surrounding her. His stomach just barely pressing against her swollen one.
A whole spell he had used, just to save her from a small fall. Albeit a simple spell, but still.
Jester felt a pang in her chest. How had she not seen it before?
“Hey…” she began, soft like to a cornered animal, “Caleb. It’s okay. We’re okay—“
“I told you the stool was too small,” he croaked out, throat tight, “What if I hadn’t been here? What if you both had—“
“Bruised an elbow?” She cut in, guiding him with her body and arms to raise them both back up again. “It’s barely a foot off the ground. I’m not that bad of a cleric, you know. I can handle healing myself.”
“I…that’s not what I—“ He struggled to find the words, blinking and standing up straight alongside her. His arms were still around her, still holding on tight. Jester’s hands found their home on his cheeks, the stubble of his jaw tickling her palms. Eventually his eyes slid shut and he took a breath, holding it for a heart beat before letting it go. Despite herself, Jester waited patiently for him to speak.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, keeping his eyes shut, “Everything feels…loud. All the time lately. It was like when I went on the run as a boy and everything was danger. Everything a threat. Even my own shadow. I…I’m—“
“Afraid?” Jester finished. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows drew together tightly.
“Ja,” he let out in a breath, shoulders beginning to sag, “Ja, all the time, Jesse. It’s…I didn’t want to worry you. Especially not now.”
Jester shook her head, thumbs running across his cheekbones, “I should have seen it sooner. I’m sorry, Caleb. But you know— you don’t have to hide that from me. I’ve seen you scared before. Like lots and lots.”
“Ja, but,” he stopped himself, thinking his words through, “you should not be forced to carry my burdens when you’ve got a great deal on you already. If I can ease you in any way, I will.”
“Even if it means hiding yourself from me?”
Caleb finally opened his eyes, breaking from his worry for confusion. “That’s not—“
“Does it look like I’m at ease right now, Caleb? Listening to you tell me that you’ve been on edge for months and you’ve been hiding it from me?” Her tone was mildly scolding, but there was no loss of love. In fact that was a great amount always threatening to burst from her at any given moment, but most especially now. “When you asked me to marry you, do you remember what I said?”
“Hm,” he worried his bottom lip not in trying to remember, the words were perfectly archived in his mind, but rather in hesitation, “you had said you didn’t know much about being a wife. A good wife. You were worried you wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Well I’ve had lots and lots of practice since then,” she said, beginning to smile, “and I know for sure one thing I will always do is help you, Caleb. No matter what. I promised you that, didn’t I?”
Caleb was helpless in the face of that smile. Infectious thing that it was. “Ja. You did.”
“Right. Okay. So,” Jester pressed her stomach fully against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Within her, gentle movements occurred which they could both feel. As if Caleb being close was a known thing to the child. “Let’s take a break for the rest of the day until dinner. Something to help you relax, even if you just want to talk that’s okay too. We can talk about colors tomorrow.”
He nodded after a moment of hesitation, loosening his grip and placing his hands at her hips. In the quiet, Jester lifted herself up by the toes and stole a kiss from his unsuspecting lips. Though surprised, it took but a fraction of a second for Caleb to melt into the embrace. Despite his ever present worries, they seemed so distant now. They always did when she was near.
When they broke apart, Jester gazed up at him before her expression froze. The worry came back to him at near instant speed. “What?” He asked, voice cracking slightly.
Jester didn’t answer, though instead she moved closer until they were nose to nose. She stared deeply into his eyes.
Before he could ask her again, her face burst into joy as she exclaimed, “That’s it!” She pulled away looking rather pleased with herself.
Caleb was at a loss. “What’s it?”
“Your eyes!”
“My…eyes?”
“That’s the color we’ll use for the wall! It goes with everything!”
And to Jester’s slight surprise and full on delight, Caleb burst out laughing.
When P is low-humanity, I think kissing him would just taste like rubber. His lips and mouth are bone-dry. His ghostly soft kiss would leave you with hints of hydraulic oil as a parting gift.
At mid-humanity, the quartz and ergo P has been upgrading his heart with gives him a surprising new boost. A smooch with him at this stage is pleasantly warm, even if that warmth is not as natural as a human person's. He would taste vaguely of iron with a subtle candied touch.
As a full mechanical-human immortal hybrid, the emotions and special listener ergo amassed in his body lends his kisses a smack of sugary flavor. When P begins taking part in human rituals and activities, don't be surprised when his lips taste suspiciously like tiramisu or lemon cake. Or like the box of artisan chocolates you've been saving.
Don't expect him to take the initiative. Pinocchio is completely clueless about basic human gestures of affection, and that includes kissing.
The first time you try to kiss him, he'll probably just stand there, eyes wide open and awkwardly staring into yours as you get closer and closer to his face. He's just trying to figure out what you're trying to do.
He might even misunderstand and gently press his forehead against yours. Despite your embarrassment in the moment, Pinocchio will continue to gaze at your face, amazed by the languor in your eyes, the flush on your cheeks, and the reassuring warmth of your breath on his lips.
When he sees a smile forming on your lips, he'll relax considerably, and you might even notice a spark of tenderness in his eyes. But your first kiss will be nothing more than your lips pressed together.
Pinocchio is very receptive to your reactions, so he'll immediately notice the sudden increase in your pulse and the flush on your face. At that point, he'll start asking you disarmingly candid questions like "Your heart is beating fast... is it me?" totally unaware that he's only making things worse.
You might think you haven't had any effect on him, but in his chest, his mechanisms are ticking much faster than usual.
His lips, as well as the rest of his body, are extremely cold, so it's a sensation you might have trouble getting used to. However, his skin is quite soft, just like yours.
His scent is a curious blend of a faint metallic smell of mineral oils and a earthy aroma of musk. Curiously, it's not unpleasant, but it's still something very special that sets him apart and that you'll end up loving dearly.
Over time, as he gains humanity, Pinocchio will seek more and more moments of intimacy with you, both to enjoy the obvious effect his presence has on your body, and because it allows him to discover things about himself that he didn't believe were possible.
Each time your lips meet, his body will react more and more openly to your touch. The warmth of your breath, the unmistakable feeling in your eyes, and your fingers clutching his chest will make his mechanical heart beat painfully fast.
Gradually, he will start to close his eyes to give himself completely to you. His arms will return your embrace, and his kisses will begin to be more conscious and deep.
He may even forget that you need to breathe, starting to kiss you in rapid succession, whispering "More." on your lips between one kiss and the next, leaving you completely breathless.
The warmth of your skin is extremely familiar and comforting to him, so he will melt with every kiss, not only on the lips, but also on the nose and the freckles that dot his face.
• P would confess his feelings to you first. After meeting Julian, he realizes shortly after that he himself is the puppet that's fallen in love with a human.
• The first show of affection he does upon you accepting his confession is lightly kiss both of your cheeks.
• As the relationship progresses, two kisses on each cheek becomes commonplace when he's greeting you, saying goodbye, cuddling or comforting you.
• When he kisses you, sometimes he'll tell you that you taste good. Please thank him for letting you know.
• Sometimes P's smooches are kinda... wet. He puts too much mouth into them. Especially when he's being very affectionate. This is fine when he's kissing you on the lips, but no one wants their forehead or cheek covered in puppet saliva...
• If you have any sort of marking, scar, or other quirk on your skin, P takes a bit of an interest in it. He's curious about human features and will probably want to compare his skin with yours.
• You use nicknames for each other of course. After the Krat restoration, when he is going by "Pinocchio" you start calling him "Pino," "Pinocchi," even "Pocchi." There are like, 10 different shortenings of his own name that you use. Plus his other standard pet names.
• P just referred to you as "You" for a while, when trying to give you a pet name. This actually stuck, and now he warmly coos "You..." When he sees you. Please respond with, "Me." He likes this.
• P's favorite way to go to sleep at night is with you. In your bed. Being the little spoon is relaxing for him, but he also likes to fall asleep facing you. Waking up to your beautiful, supple human face is heaven for him.
“no wait. do it again, i wasn’t watching!” [name] giggled slightly, hoping to get their puppet boyfriend to dance once more.
but pinocchio only shook his head ‘no’ not wanting to do his little dance again.
“oh come on. one more time and i won’t ask again,” they lied. thankfully, their nose didn’t grow with every lie.
“aww, pal. there’s nothing wrong with a little *chirp* dancey dance,” came gemini’s enthusiastic voice.
p stared at [name], finally giving in. slowly he began to dance again. with the sway of his arms and the kick of his legs, he performed just for their lover, ending with what almost looked like a ‘tada’ gesture.
“you are literally so adorable,” [name] gushed, grabbing the puppet’s cold cheeks and kissing them, repeatedly. “and i lied, by the way. definitely making you dance more often.”
this handsome puppet boy has been consuming my mind. this is my first time posting and writing properly on him pls be kind > . <
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photo used cr to syer gaming
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
i think at first especially, he would be very clueless and dense. i picture he would just awkwardly stand / sit there waiting for you to get up or tell him what to do. "what now?" on the poor puppet boy's face. . . lol
you would need to teach and tell him what you want him to do
pino would carefully listen and make a mental note of it. he may also have thought about writing it down somewhere, but decided against it after thinking someone might come across it and he'd embarrass himself
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i think pino wouldn't really have any opinion about fav parts of himself, especially since geppetto made him that way and he appreciates all the hard work that's done to create him.
for you, it would be everything. he loves every little thing about you.
he is especially so mesmerised by how warm your body and how soft your skin feels
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
pino doesn't cum, but he can feel orgasm
he cums without letting any sort of body fluids out . i hope that makes sense
but, he loves making AND seeing you cum because of him. it makes him proud of himself that he was able to pleasure you ( likes to use his human hand for it. )
he also thinks you looked very cute when cumming. it really gets him going. he would want to do it again . .
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has imagined unholy things about you in silence but would never tell you about it. .
he's often busy with fighting puppets and carcass monsters most of the time, but after he slayed all of them and the streets of krat quiets down, his mind often drifts off to thoughts of coming back to hotel krat and to see you.
innocent desires about having you cradle his cheek in your hands, kissing him so gently, often quickly turns into something more dirty
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
little to no experience
in the canon game lore- since he has carlo's ergo and it doesn't seem like carlo has established any sort of romantic relationships with anyone in the game- i think it's safe to say that . .
he only knows the 'theories'- from reading or watching smut, but, has never practiced them in person.
maybe, he is also a little bit of a pervert sometimes. shy pervert
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
loves loves missionary. him on top of you. because he gets to see your face and take in all the cute noises you're making. kissing and hand holding you would also be easy, so . .
but at first, since he is not confident in making you feel good, he would mostly preferred having you on top of him and take the lead instead
however he still enjoys both now.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he is more on the serious type
sometimes he gets a little too focused on the act, to the point he looks a bit silly and made a fool out of himself
you would point it out endearingly and giggle at him.
he would laugh with you and try to relax again
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i doubt pino really minds about this.
but i still think he's well groomed
and not really nsfw but ; i like to hc that he's proud of his hair the most. he's been told how it was nice to touch (by you), and it was also the first thing that changed about him when he became more human , so , it's just something that means a lot to him
not really sure what to add here ( again
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
you're going to hear "i love you" a lot and many more sweet nothings from him in between
likes to keep eye contact most of the time
would compliment you a lot and just tells you how happy and grateful he is
overall just a respectful and sweet boy. always making sure if you're comfy
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
not really into touching himself
he is usually very very good at controlling himself and his desires. even if he's imagining some erotic fantasies in his head. pino is very good at holding back
it would take a lot for him to get to the point where he'd feel so needy he'd touch himself
by that point he wouldve became so sensitive and would cum easily too.
moans your name a lot when he does it
would be REALLY embarrassed if you caught him in the act . .
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
i think pinocchio is more on the vanilla side. i really cannot see him being into many extreme kinks
generally wholesome
i can also see him being into dom/sub dynamic just without the slapping, 'hurting' the other partner'd body ( does that make sense ?)
more into the emotional/psychological side of the dynamic
he loves, loves being praised. tell him how much of a sweet and good boy he's being for you and that will be enough to turn his face rosy with excitement
i also hc him as a service top.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
only in his or your bedroom.
he is afraid of being caught and probably wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he ever got caught
pinocchio can only have sex if he feels safe enough and that no one will see him with you, even then he still triple checks the locks before initiating anything with you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
most turned on by gentle intimacy and affectionate gestures.
also very, very excited when he gets praised.
more than often, innocent affectionate gestures like kissing him softly would turn himself into a mess and make his gears work overtime.
pino would be very embarrassed to admit how easily aroused he would get by your kisses and touches, but he still does it anyways
he's just a sucker for your love
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything extreme that involves hurting you
(not a turn off) but would be hesitant to denying you of pleasure, like edging.
pino would ask why you want him to do that to you as he is a bit confused why he needs to stop doing something that makes you feel good.
it would take a little convincing and explanation for him to agree doing it
but a bit tricky when it comes to making him hurting you. he would give in and still do it in the end, but would still be very careful about actually hurting you. he's aware of the strength he has
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he does not really have a preference to this. he enjoys giving more but also wouldnt mind receiving.
i think pinocchio would need to learn and practice a lot more with you before he can give you a good oral.
though, he is already pretty good at it
everything he's going to learn more about sex is all through you anyways <3
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
slow and sensual. especially when just starting out. he would always want to be gentle with you more than anything. always checking in with how you feel, if you need anything, etc
sometimes he does gets too excited and ahead of himself, thats only when you would find him pounding into you needily.
but this is a bit rare, he also quickly realizes what hes doing and slows down soon enough
he loves doing deliberate, slow, yet hard thrusts into you. it makes him be able to feel you better.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not a big fan of quickies
he loves taking his time with you when being intimate so he doesnt like the idea of quickies
would do it if you insist, but normally, he wouldnt want to- rather wait for a better time where you both can take it slow
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
depends on what the experiment is
he is more on the shy side so i dont think hes the type to be risky
always would rather play it safe
when he feels a little devious he would play into it
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i think he's fine with three rounds max
(just maximize his vigor level guys)
our puppet boy is strong. he could go for a couple rounds with you. please just be sure to tell him when you've had enough, or else he might lose himself in pleasure for a little
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
erm </3
genuinely cannot see him using toys on himself or on you im sorry guys
also bcs of the game's story settings. cant picture sex toys in that era . .
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
normally isn't really devious (doesnt tease a lot)
but when he gets in the mood for it. . oh boy, you better prepare
he is going to walk right up to sit beside you looking innocent. but would very subtly, try to move / brush his hand against your sensitive places, and then act like he didn't do anything
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he is very noisy once he stops being shy about it.
i think pino would whine a bit more, too
his moans are soft, a bit husky and obviously very needy.
music to your ears
* skipped the W bcause i dont have anything to add
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes
okay hot take?
the other part in me hc him to not have anything down there. as he is a puppet made to be a killing machine also realistically father G wouldnt bother giving him a working reproductive organ
just a bump/bulge like shape to mimic masculine feature on a human male.
you can grind on that alone and he can watch you pleasure yourself using his body🩷
but also lets imagine he was made with a working penis . .
maybe around 6 or 7" . 8 ??
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i do not have a real definite hc for this
especially when he's low humanity it would be almost non existent. yet i think overtime his sex drive would also change
but, i still think he has a moderate to a bit on the lower end when it comes to his desire for sex
a part of it is also because he is often busy fighting his battles when you're not with him
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
really depends on what he was doing before having sex with you
and how many rounds you two had
normally though, he doesn't fall asleep as quickly. he would always want to stay up until he makes sure you"re okay and dont need anything else in aftercare
He has read and heard about this before; kissing. All he understood was that it was a gesture of affection, something humans do to signify their bond between one another.
The more time he spent with you, the more he felt the urge to at least try it once. What would it feel like? Would he enjoy it? Would you enjoy it? The mere thought of you even reacting to such a thing had his whole body flood with warmth.
While you talked to him on the days he was present at the hotel, those blue hues of his would always flicker between your eyes and the soft skin of your lips. He was mesmerized by every crease and fold, the color, the shape; he came to understand the thought process as to why someone would want to kiss their lover.
There would be a moment where he would be staring while you talked, as he usually does. It was mostly about your day, or the conversations you had with the hotel guests, but it felt like he couldn’t fully comprehend what you were saying.
Overtime, you would take notice of P blatantly staring at you, but it made you feel more compelled to talk. To keep his eyes on you.
At one point, you would stop rambling. Your right hand would reach up to gently cup his cheek, all while the pad of your thumb ran across his freckled skin. His high humanity would show—the warmth beneath your fingertips told you so. P would stand so very still and would watch your every move with bated breath, eager to see what you would do next.
You would lean in closer and watched as he followed your gaze, until ultimately, you kissed him. It was soft, barely there. He tasted of nothing, yet you could feel the warmth of his breath. You could tell he was excited—the whirring of his mechanical heart would increase, his eyes slightly wide with curiosity.
P’s legion arm would rise to grasp at your waist, his touch gentle. He wasn’t exactly sure where to put his hands, but your waist seemed like the perfect fit. He would pull you closer, a silent yearn for more of what you could offer.
You would pause when you pulled away, inches from his face. You could see that he had followed you, yet he stopped once he noticed that you weren’t going to kiss him again. Your eyes found his, and you could see the pure desire to learn more. You were unsure if you should lean in for another, but he finished that thought for you.
P kissed you once more; hard and inexperienced, teeth clacking together. You would pull away quickly, head tilted back with a small laugh. Your hand would thread through his curly brown locks to keep him close. He adorned a confused look, eyebrows twitched together. Was what he did wrong? He read about passion, longing, lust, yet this was not what he had just experienced.
He could feel your hands as they slid up his shoulders to hook around the nape of his neck, the both of you closer than before. The touch sent a flush of heat through his body, and he desired more of what was to come of this.
“Rushing into something like this is not best for beginners like you.” You would say to him, and he slowly nodded. “Just follow my lead.”
• When you first met him, the puppet boy's elegant movement, round features and glassy eyes enamored you completely. He was a refreshing change to the gloomy atmosphere of the Hotel, with both his looks and his crushing strength. He was twitchy, oblivious and clumsy with his hands. But his curiosity and gentle nature charmed you.
• Not to mention his beauty- his smooth skin was dabbed with freckles and his hair was flawlessly styled, with not a strand out of place. The puppet was expertly molded into the perfect image of a human, as much as he didn't act like one.
• You were bothered by the puppet's lack of name, but he didn't care himself. "You can call me any name you'd like." Is what he told you. So, you called him P. P... for "puppet", the automated kind, or for "Pinocchio", the famous story of that wooden puppet everyone knows. P could also stand for "pretty", too.
• P took an interest to you after you assigned a name to him. Everyone else has only ever called him Geppetto's Puppet, but you wanted to call him something else. Why? He was curious about you. P thought that, if puppets can really "like" things, maybe he liked you.
• At times, P would bring you things from outside the Hotel that he thought you'll like or have use for. Sometimes he'd bring you fruit or sweets he found around Krat. "Human food," he'd offer quietly, holding out his gift in his palm.
• Returning the favor to him made the puppet's heart tick faster. He couldn't indulge in human enjoyments like food or drink, but he appreciated small trinkets or things to decorate himself with, like a hair clip or ribbon. He kept these things close, usually tucked into a pocket or fastened in his hair.
• P developed a desire to protect you. It's different from how he felt with the other Hotel residents- he didn't just want to keep you safe from the puppet threat outside the Hotel walls. He wanted to keep you close and comforted inside of them, too.
• P, wishing to be ever closer to you, would happily sit with you while you sleep or when you're occupied with something. As long as you wanted him to, of course.
• While the puppet boy never slept, he could enter a resting state to conserve his energy if he so chose. He was most comfortable resting upright in a firm chair, since it reminded him of how he woke up for the very first time. He let you gaze at him and touch him in this state- he knew that being close to him satisfied you, and he himself enjoyed being fussed over.
• After feeling your hands on his own when you spend time together, P started to seek out more physical contact with you. Your soft touch fascinated him, compared to his cold synthetic exterior. He wanted to be enveloped by your warm humanity. You'd hear his gears grind noisily in his chest when you snuggled, but the sound of the puppet's mechanisms were like a lullaby to you.
• When you'd sit or lay together, the stone-cold feel of the puppet's body would concern you, even if he didn't appear to be bothered. As a puppet, P never lied to you or deceived you. So, when he told you he felt much better after you draped a warm blanket over him, it wasn't technically a lie. He did quite enjoy the cozy sensation of your skin against his own.
• P's expressions and gaze never quite changed, even as he grew fond of you. He always stared. He wasn't sure if you could sense the care and devotion behind his eyes- after all, he was a puppet. His eyes, like the rest of him, were synthetic constructs, unfit to reveal his rudimentary feelings. His eyebrows and lips too never betrayed the slightest hint of emotion.
• P never told you that he loved you. In theory, he had the words for it, to be sure. Often, he spoke in quiet, disjointed breaths, as if the very gears in his head were turning as he considered the best way to convey his thoughts. You both felt the affection between you even if P didn't know how to put words to it. It's possible he might've said it, in time, if only he had been given longer to grow and change.
• The last time you ever hugged P was 4 weeks to the day since you first met. He was to rescue Geppetto from the kidnappers, as were his orders. You hugged him as usual before he left, which he returned quickly and rigidly. A soft, cold kiss was planted firmly to your temple by the gentle puppet boy, as if to reassure your nerves. You never saw P again.
• There was no doubt that your P was dead. You never found out, but he gave himself up for Geppetto to rip his heart out. Your puppet love, in his ambition to earn his father's approval, certainly couldn't bring himself to refuse. P was formidable and steel-tough... Of course the only way for him to die would've been for him to do it willingly.
• He was yours, for that short time. Your friend, and your blossoming love. He was a puppet given the free will to do anything he wanted- to lie, to disobey. He never did, but he used his autonomy during his short existence to make 1 choice: to be with you.
(I’ve got this idea idk if someone’s said it but-)
Reader helps out survivors at Hotel Kraft by scavenging around the area, avoiding aggressive puppets to bring back supplies and whatnot. Because they’re never actually there often, they miss out on our favourite little puppet boy P arriving, only hearing about him through the other survivors.
However, Reader starts noticing when all the bigger puppets on their usual scavenging route have been mysteriously decommissioned. Like, left in ruins. Destroyed.
And they definitely notice when they feel a shadowy presence following them around. It might have been a figment of their paranoid imagination, but in Krat you can’t be too sure.
So, Reader decides to observe for a while. A few weeks, maybe. Their scavenging route remains suspiciously clear, like something, or someone, is looking out for them. Making sure they stay safe, with nothing to hurt them.
Until one day, Reader decides to take a few more twists and turns down Krat’s winding alleyways than usual.
And circles back around to their main route…
Only to find a young man with ebony curls and curious cobalt eyes poking his head around the corner of the alleyway they had previously been traversing.
With a polite ‘ahem’ of their throat, the man spun around, a vaguely guilty and embarrassed expression on his porcelain features.
Questioning ensures. The young man spoke in very few words, his voice wispy and quiet. He was generally soft-spoken, and his facial expressions weren’t as… Expressive as a normal person.
There was something slightly off with him, but not in a malicious sense.
As it turns out, Reader found out he also resided at Hotel Krat. Upon returning, the other survivors explained that the young man was referred to as ‘P’ by them, and he rarely spoke. But he meant well. Apparently.
P hadn’t explained very well, but he has been following Reader. Clearing out their usual route.
Why? Because he was curious. Interested. Infatuated. There was an invisible draw he felt to the resident scavenger of Hotel Krat.
Reader found it rather amusing that this puppet boy had stalked them, making their life easier, instead of approaching them.
They let him off with a verbal slap to the wrist, and a dismissive wave of the hand.
Until it happens again. And again. And again.
Time and time again, Reader would catch their shadowy follower trailing after them like a lost puppy. He always had the same guilty, wide-eyed stare when he was caught.
It got to the point where Reader just started inviting him along.
It became commonplace to the survivors inhabiting Hotel Krat to see the pair walking together.
Clearly, the puppet boy had a mild infatuation with the scavenger. Maybe a little more than mild.
First, they walked together, later than normal. P’s cobalt eyes lit up in excitement when Reader linked their pinkies for the first time. Reader easily started ruffling his hair affectionately. P once even held their hand.
The survivors of Hotel Krat kept tabs on their relationship, taking bets and gossiping.
It became commonplace for the two to be spotted showering each other in various manners of affection- So much so, the survivors started playfully referring to them as The Scavenger and their Lost Puppy.
life in the xhorhaus had become much calmer since the Mighty Nein found the last beacon
more and more often you woke up with Caleb still by your side instead of writing at his desk
most mornings you would turn over to see him already awake, just watching you with a soft expression in his eyes
he would put his thin fingers in your hair and press his lips to yours
getting out of bed is so much harder when a sleepy wizard is holding you close
frumpkin sleeps at the bottom of your bed, warm fur brushing against your toes
gradually Caleb stopped setting the alarm spell each night, finally feeling safe in your home
he cooks dinner for the two of you fairly often, setting up a fancy table with candles that he lights with a flick of his fingers
whenever you cook with him he’ll distract you by holding you from behind, pretending to help while he presses kisses into your neck
he hums and sings softly in Zemnian while doing chores
he loves to slow dance
will pull you in his arms and sing Zemnian into your ear and you rock back and forth together
loves to take you shopping books and components, holding your hand and excitedly pulling you through the streets
he teaches you all of he spells you’re willing to learn, his face lighting up whenever you say the incantation right
never wears the bandages around his arms anymore
his smile becomes a common occurrence, his eyes wrinkling in joy when he looks at you
always content to read books with you in his lap, his chest warm against your back, and you know when he’s finished a page but he still waits for you to finish before he turns it
if you’re not interested in what he’s reading he’ll lay with his head in your lap as you make tiny braids in his hair
you help him shave his face whenever it becomes too scruffy
he tells you almost every day how lucky he is to have you in his life
Omg!!! Could you do a Mighty Nein version of the Can I Kiss you prompts? They were so cute omggg
Ahhh thank you lovely! All of my extra soft headcanons (kisses and nicknames) seem to go down well with my readers. It's an opportunity for me to be all soft and gooey and sappy <3
Bell's Hells version 💙
~ Poet
"Can I Kiss You?"
-> alt title: how the Mighty Nein would react to you asking for a kiss
Beau 💜
It's my charming and good natured personality, isn't it?
All the babes fall for it sooner or later.
The words come out before she can even process your question properly. It's said with crossed arms over her chest, her voice dripping with sarcasm. And then her expression seems to melt, and she realises you're being serious.
Even now, Beau is deflecting. She's putting on the bravado and confidence that comes so easily to her after years of use, even though she feels like she should be bouncing off the walls rejoicing because holy shit you want to kiss her. Kiss. Her. Like, right now.
Smooths back her hair and puckers her mouth into an attempted smolder, in turn making you chuckle, and she decides right then and there that's her new favourite sound. She ditches the arrogant smirk and holds the back of your neck, leaning in and set on finding out what other sounds you're capable of making.
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Caleb 💜
If I kiss you, I-I don't think I'll be able to go back to the way things used to be between us. I can't simply stop wanting you this way, I won't.
I want you to be... mine. But do not doubt that I already am anything else but yours.
He's so incredibly tender. Hands shaking at his sides before a wave of courage washes over him. He swallows his fear and cups your face when he confesses how much you make him burn. He wants this kiss to mean something. He wants to mean something to you.
Caleb dares the risk of glancing down at your mouth, his own tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip in the midst of his rant. His face feels aflame, flustered, but when you coo his name his gaze snaps back up to meet yours. You say it again, fond and warm, because you don't want to go back to simply being friends either. The feeling is mutual.
He breathes in relief, and eventually he feels his cheeks ache with how wide his smile grows. It's a real one, smiling with his eyes as well as they shine, glazed over with emotion - a true expression of happiness, something that has been so rare and precious to you in recent months. His nose bumps with yours and he manages to huff a lighthearted laugh. You hold him close with no intention on letting him go anytime soon.
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Fjord 💜
I suppose it'd be incredibly ungentlemanly of me to refuse such a... lovely request.
Just, uh, if the tusks bother you -
Definitely caught off guard, not expecting you to be so forward with the request. Indeed, you both were in the middle of sharing a very romantic moment, holding gazes as if the other person hung the stars and moons in the sky, but he's still surprised nonetheless.
His face feels like it's on fire, but Fjord's words are tempered, all cool, chill and sharp like the falchion. His natural charisma hides the fact that his heart is doing somersaults and thundering in his chest.
The self consciousness that he's so intent on healing from nestles itself into his mind - he knows you like him, and hopefully one day love him if he's lucky, but that niggling voice in the back of his head resurfaces and prods at his orcish heritage. But you're there to soothe those thoughts, placing a finger over his lips, hushing him. Tusks or no, the sailor's life is for you. And you intend to spend it with him.
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Jester 💜
Ha! I knew you were in love with me! Pffft.
Why... why are you looking at me like that? You were joking, right?
Right?
She sucks in a breath when you pinch her chin between your thumb and finger, her own hand coming up to hold your wrist in place. She fears that you might step away from her and pretend this moment never happened.
To ease her worry, you wrap your other arm around her waist, the fabric of her skirts swaying slightly when she steps the tiniest bit closer, closing that miniscule gap. In that moment she feels like a princess in the stories she's grown up with. Stories of true love's kisses and happily ever afters. Even in a world so unpredictable and dangerous, she might just have found hers.
She's beautiful up close, soft and malleable and gazing up at you with round eyes and thick lashes. You can make out the freckles dusted across her nose, the apple of her cheeks holding back a delighted smile. The tilt of her head as her eyes flutter closed when you lean in.
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Molly 💜
Oh? Someone's being a bit demanding, aren't they? At least buy me dinner first!
But, since you asked so nicely... I won't object to a small one~
Oh nooo, you've just stroked his ego immensely. He jerks his chin, completely blanking for a split second, processing your question, and then that sly, slow grin graces his mouth. That damn beautiful, smug, kissable mouth.
He holds your face close to his, biting his bottom lip, gentle and teasing as his gaze rakes over you, leaving your face warm but mirroring his pleased expression. There's an anticipating buzz in the air between you, a cocky lift of his brow that just screams "Well? Go on then."
Spoiler alert, the kiss is not going to be a small one. It will be anything but simple and short lived. The complete opposite, in fact. You see the glint of mischief sparkling in Molly's crimson eyes, and it overwhelms you with such a powerful yearning that you can't wait any longer. You can't endure any more teasing. You fist the front of his coat and pull him close, and he's more than willing.
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Yasha 💜
You are asking permission to do something I've wanted for so long.
Please don't keep me waiting any longer.
Her mouth parts slightly at your words, a small line between her furrowed brows when she turns to look at you. She wants nothing but to be delicate and soft and loving when caring for you. To have the feelings be reciprocated so naturally basically has her emotionally perplexed for a moment.
Yasha reaches out to take your hands in her own, and the barbarian is so gentle even with the callouses and hard edges, treating you as if you're as fragile as glass and will shatter should the wind pick up ever so slightly. But you know if that were the case, she'd dedicate her time to pick up the pieces and put you back together.
Her heart is on her sleeve when she confesses. She wants this, wants you - tomorrow and the consequences of being emotionally vulnerable can wait. She cranes her neck, her forehead brushing with yours, the corners of her mouth pointing upwards. She feels at home.
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Let me know which MN member you liked reading the most!! Comments and reblogs are so very much appreciated 💜
Thank you if you read this far! I love love love doing posts like Can I Kiss You? and Nicknames For You. They take a while to write but they're a labour of love and I hope you feel good after reading them xxx ~ Poet
Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?
Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.
I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx
~ Poet
Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version
After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek
Beau 💜
She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.
The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.
She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.
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Caleb 💜
The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.
You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.
The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.
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Fjord 💜
The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.
He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.
When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.
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Jester 💜
You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.
With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.
She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.
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Molly 💜
The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.
The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.
But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.
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Yasha 💜
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.
Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.
She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."
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BONUS: Kingsley 💜
It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.
So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.
Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.
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BONUS: Essek 💜
This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.
You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.
You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.
45 and Caleb or Fjord perhaps? Whichever strikes inspiration, you decide 😊
Why not both? 😘
45. Can they fall asleep without the other?
Fjord
I think out of the two, Fjord would have the easier time falling asleep without you
And by that I mean, he’s going to work himself to the bone during the day so that he just passes out at night, not time to miss you if he’s already snoozing
If it’s only a night or two that you’ll be gone, he’ll do okay. Longer than that and he gets unsettled
He sleeps like a log the night you come home. Also, you’re trapped in bed as long as he is. Fjord may be not be the strongest, but he’s got you in a vice grip cuddle
Caleb
Caleb on the other hand is much more likely to let your absence affect his sleep schedule
I feel like Caleb already struggles to sleep well but would’ve been sleeping better with you by his side. So to have you gone for however long, he’s back to that not-quite-good sleep
He’d probably sleep in a lot of places that aren’t y’all’s bed tbh. At his desk, in his office at school, or maybe he’d even take your absence as excuse to go visit one of the other members of the Mighty Nein
When you return, Caleb just wants you to be the big spoon and hold him a little while
Did you get a request? It's headcanons of dating Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb and Fjord. Thanks!
Love me some Crit Role prompts, hope you like 'em!
Mollymauk Tealeaf
Molly is chaos incarnate regardless of whether you are in a relationship with him or not. Your life with the Nein is never dull anyway, but especially not when Molly's around.
Molly, however, is also incredibly smart for essentially being two years old. He's perceptive and picks up things about people very quickly. He is also adept at using that knowledge for his own benefit. All this to say, he picks up on your crush on him very quickly.
And uses this knowledge for evil...
...constantly.
Molly flirts with you every chance he gets with every possible idea he can think of just to see what kind of reaction he can get. He's incorrigible, but you blush all the same.
Don't worry! He also finds a nice time to chat with you when the two of you are on watch and lets you know that he has become just as fond of you. He, "just likes teasin' you, love."
Will find every opportunity to make you laugh or smile and is your biggest supporter and defender on and off the battlefield.
He's your circus man. He loves you fiercely, loudly, and sweetly as the world allows him for as a long as he can.
Essek Thelyss
Essek is a very difficult man to get to know. But, it has been scientifically proven that he can be worn down. Just keep at it.
Once you find something to bond over, Essek can be very sweet. He, despite any attempts he makes to instruct others that he does not, has a very big heart and cares an awful lot about the people he allows to really see him.
If you have a problem he will do whatever he can, within his abilities and around his busy schedule, to help you.
He is very hard on himself and in some instances probably should be to a degree, but you have to be there to stop him and that brilliant but treacherous brain of his from hurting his poor heart and soul.
Watch out for him please. He's battling a lot.
A relationship with Essek would be a sweet and loving one but it would also be fraught with the dangers of the lines he walks on a daily basis. The good news is, the love the two of you share is more than enough to whether it.
Caleb Widogast
Caleb, like Essek, cares very deeply for those around him. But, unfortunately also like Essek, also suffers through a lot of mental and emotional torment of his own making.
He's gotten better being with you and the Nein but you can tell that he still struggles. The kind of things he's been through are not things you can simply forget. He may need your help in the mental fight against his demons every once and a while.
Caleb would need a lot of coaxing to get him to really open up to you about his feelings for you (I mean we all saw how he got around Jester sometimes). You might have to be the one to make the first move because he will likely have plans to keep that secret to himself until the end of time.
I feel like Caleb would oddly be really good at taking care of you? Like reminding you to get the proper amount fo sleep (after all, he knows exaclty how many hours you've been awake for), and eating the proper amount as well as taking breaks. But, at the same time, he is awful at doing that for himself. Watch this one, make sure he doesn't fall asleep with his head in a spell book.
I also imagine that Caleb, once you get to a certain point of comfort in the relationship, is as cuddly as his cat. Imagine that after a particularly long day, he just flops on top of you, absolutely exhausted, curling in to you. Probably mumbling things in Zemnian that makes absolutely no sense regardless of whether you speak the language or not. He's very tired, just hold him and let him sleep.
Caleb is a very attentive person and he remembers literally everything. He constantly mazes you by the things he remembers about you and your relationship. He loves you and that love comes through in the detail he puts into every magical creation that you are included in.
Fjord Stone
Fjord, Wildmother love him, constantly finds himself in ridiculous situations. You, as much as you love him, have to find the humor in it. You are always there to help him out, but you almost have to laugh at him sometimes.
Regardless of his occasional fumbling, Fjord is very attentive and romantic.
He finds his own ways to fluster you, finding moments to be almost comedically romantic like someone out of Jester’s novels.
He, being a Paladin, and a new one at that, most likely feels a need to protect or like he has to prove he can protect you. He knows you are fully capable of defending and protecting yourself and he never wants to step on your toes in that field (he, like everyone else mentioned, is a respectful boi) but he loves you and sometimes assumes that he needs to prove that he is worthy of loving you, prove that he can keep you safe, prove that he himself is safe for you to be around.
He knows how to make you smile in the simplest of ways. Whether it be a flower left for you, a kind word, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, Fjord somehow always manages to know when you need something sweet like that.
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