ΰΉΰ£β ππππππππ : ever thought how your favorite boys from love & deep space kiss?
ΰΉΰ£β πππ πππππππ : perhaps I am a little bit per the slightest chance down bad for these three men b-but thatβs not the point!! β¦ (ΰΉοΉΰΉ//)
πππππ β¦ his kisses are intense. his lips are always demanding, stealing the breath from your lungs, taking and taking and taking until you feel borderline dizzy. but those strong arms of his are always there to steady you in case that truly happens, ghosting along the small of your back, squeezing your hips ever so slightly β heβs always gentleman like when it comes to his touches. βdoes it feel good when I kiss you like that?β murmured between your mouths and he doesnβt dare wait for a reply before his lips are on yours again, hungrier than before. zayne doesnβt always have a lot of time on his hands which means he never wants to waste a second he gets to have you.
πππ ππππ β¦ his kisses are teasing. one peck turns into two, perhaps three and once you think youβre finally going to get what you want heβs pulling away with a teasing smirk and a glint in his eyes that burns like starlight. βwhat? donβt tell me you thought I was going to give in so easily?β loves riling you up just for the sake of feeling how warm your skin gets whenever he cups your cheek. lets his thumb graze across the swell of your cheek before he leans in, oh so slowly till your noses brush. βI like it when youβre needy. it makes me feel excited, wondering just how far I can push you before you break.β
ππππππ β¦ his kisses are uncertain. his lips are soft as satin and faintly taste like cherries, always ghosting over yours for a moment or two before he finally presses them to yours. he likes it when you guide the kiss, his hands planted firmly on your hips. if you kiss him hard enough you might just be able to feel how he goes weak in the knees. tug on his hair hard enough and he just might moan into your mouth. βis this h- hah- is this how you like it?β
βΈ prompt ; companions and their responses to being called pretty boy / pretty girl.
βΈ a/n ; bit of a generic post im sorry forreal. while i was originally just going to write this for astarion i had ideas for. all the other companions.
most of the characters have a reader w a specific class or background, all varied! also spoilers for gale, shadowheart, karlach, and lae'zel.
reader / tav is always gender neutral!
βΈ wc ; about 4.5k, about 700+ words per companion.
ft. astarion, wyll, gale, shadowheart, karlach, lae'zel
no minthara or halsin bc i could not bring myself to write it. but maybe later if enough people ask lol.
β ASTARION ;
Astarion tries his very best to find your affection for him trite, even when he knows it doesnβt feel that way. Itβs an instinct for him, one youβll simply have to make peace with you if youβre really planning on tailing him to the end of the world.
Truth be told though, he likes your generally affectionate nature. He hasnβt reached a point he can admit this so openly, but the comfortable and easy way you reach for him is nice. He likes how your hands seem to stretch for him, the way you cling to his spine when you sleep in his tent and the likes.
And while he is not stranger to hypocrisy, he thinks itβd be amiss to try and bar you from calling him any pet names when he calls you so many. Heβs got quite a few handy. Darling is a favorite, followed by dear, and sometimes my love when he can muster up the courage to mean it instead of saying it like heβs trying to perform.
You like to call Astarion by his name though, most often. He isnβt exactly sure why youβre so fond of it, and truthfully heβs done little to consider his own name. You say it wonderfully though, tasteful and loving and soft.
Sometimes you gasp it in offense or horror or shock, other times in pleasure. Sometimes you whimper it in your sleep, groping around until your hands fist in the material of his shirt and you drag him back to you.
In any case, heβs used to hearing his name. So hearing you utter the words pretty boy to him, he canβt help but be a little shocked.
Youβre a little tipsy. A hard, arduous journey of fighting githyanki soldiers has taken a terrible toll on your normal inhibitions. Youβre quite flushed while youβre drunk, and all the same sitting in his lap like youβve not a care in the world.
pairings: alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, lyney, scaramouche, and xiao x gn!reader (separate)
content: fluff, modern au, college au, the reader is a sleep-deprived student, correction: everyone in this fic is a sleep-deprived student, cuddling, reader is sick in scaraβs, venti makes a cameo in kazuhaβs part, reverse comfort in kavehβs
summary: small scenarios with the genshin boys as your roommates! β‘
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so i decided to finally finish it up. i hope you enjoy!
βΛΰ¬ͺ ALHAITHAM
Tonight, it feels like endless night ebbs and flows into the very core of your being, chilling you with fragments of a glacial atmosphere.
Itβs cold.
Even with multiple blankets wrapped around you, you canβt help but shiver, shake like a vibrant autumn leaf in a passing zephyr. Winter is approaching, and unfortunately for you, you may have relished a little too much in the gilded threads of summer warmth that had graced the world a few months prior. For now, youβre unable to stand the gradual freeze thatβs beginning to spread throughout your city.
β our time together. ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader content: pure fluff, so much comfort after that angst you could suffocate, sickeningly sweet stuff. mentions of injuries in xiaoβs part.
detectiveβs notes. this is alyβs attempt at therapy following that angst req - i did everyone who was in the original request that you can find here. i apologise in advance for xiao and kaeya, i think theyβre ooc. not proofread.
blade stares at you, tilting his head to the side with a blank expression. you wish you could see any recognition on his face. but itβs blank. nothing behind those eyesβ nothing for you, anyways. his hands twitch and itch in his binds. heβs coiled, ready to strike. not you though.
(you can delude yourself into thinking that this makes you special. that him not pulling at his chains to hold a sword to your throat or squeezing your neck until it snaps, makes you different.perhaps his urges are curbed at the sight of youβ)
