ft. black swan, constance, cyrene, himeko, pearl, & yao guang | gn!reader
♡ genres: romance, fluff
♡ word count: black swan - 164, constance - 200, cyrene - 161, himeko - 190, pearl - 200, yao guang - 179 | total: 1.1k
♡ warnings: constance - mentions of blood, suggestive themes, hints of a blood kink
♡ notes: happy valentine's day!! <3 please enjoy these little drabbles of kisses with them :)
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Black Swan’s kiss fractures like stained glass. It’s an enigma of color, a mystery of sensation. Her touch is kaleidoscopic, scattering love over your body. Her lips lead your dance through light and shadow, the glass’ pattern posing no challenge for her grace. These very steps left your mind hazy, thoughts reigned by every card she revealed.
Black Swan’s favorite kisses are given to your hand. Perfectly formal and honoring, she enjoys how flustered this kiss leaves you. Often she’ll entwine your hands after, bringing you closer for a kiss on your lips. Her fingertips dance across your lower back as she grips your hand, parting with a knowing smile.
Your favorite kisses come in the morning. Slow and affectionate, Black Swan always takes her time with you in the early light. There’s no rush to leave each other's warmth, every glide of lips purely indulgent. Candles still cover her features in gold, painting a spark in her eyes that only draws you closer.
Constance’s kiss ignites a fire in your veins. Her claws find their way around your nape, dragging you deeper into the flame. Her lips move like poised blades, her small pricks their strike. Lidded eyes speak of her exhilaration, smile utterly loving and wicked as her cheeks grow red. She can’t resist diving in for more, all too eager to remember this moment.
Constance’s favorite kisses are bloody and deep. She can never resist biting your bottom lip, but some nights her passion simply becomes all-consuming. Her floral scent wraps around you soothingly, entirely juxtaposed by her sharp teeth. Her tongue darts out to gather the budding blood, her lips once again nearing to suck and draw out more of that fine taste. Constance can’t help but press into you, desperate amidst her affection.
Your favorite kisses were the first after her return. Traipsing through memories was one of her favorite pastimes, one that you could not always participate in. Often she gets lost in the moment’s euphoria, like a cat toying with their food. The end of her escapades proved worth the wait, with the way she would dance you into her arms and sigh into your following kiss.
Cyrene’s kiss feels like an ancient story’s climax. Sweet and enrapturing, her lips find yours in a steady progression. She starts at your forehead, venturing down to your cheeks and nose, before finally meeting your lips. She laughs against you, her joy contagious.
Cyrene’s favorite kisses carry a swing’s rhythm. Soft then harsh, slow then fast, short then long. The constant change of pace leaves her on her toes, leading her along a new plot to discover. Love brings so many precious experiences, she can never hope to note them all down. Instead her heart remembers every brush of your lips, every sigh and quiet groan. Such special moments ought to be preserved in a special place, after all~
Your favorite kisses are unconventional yet endearing. The delicate brush of your eyelashes across Cyrene’s cheek has always felt like a butterfly’s wing, though you preferred to call them star kisses. Ephemeral and comforting, you both find peace in this little ritual.
Himeko’s kiss energizes you like the bitter drink she adores. Her painted lips bear coffee’s bold flavor, sweet as can be when tasted from her. Practiced elegance leads her fingertips to your forehead, brushing aside stray hairs and guiding them behind your ear. Your smile is far too enticing, leading her to place another kiss at the end of your jaw.
Himeko’s favorite kisses involve learning, taking your time to explore what the other likes. Discovery is the flame of trailblazing, curiosity its spark. Himeko seeks to know as much of you as possible, and the vulnerability of a kiss allows her a perfect view into your heart and mind. Love’s journey has returned to her station, ready for her to embark once again.
Your favorite kisses are given on the shoulder, a silent reminder and easing of weight. It's natural to get lost in travel, repairs, and books – such is the life of a Nameless. These little kisses are grounding, something to draw each other back to the moment and simply enjoy the company. On more taxing days, they lift the navigator’s burden, even if only by a fraction.
Pearl’s kiss echoes the tides. Graceful and constant, she is anything but afraid to express what she feels for you. Her heart may be robotic, but it swells and ebbs with water’s evocative emotion. Even her eloquence cannot traverse their tempest, falling into the waves of her lips on yours.
Pearl’s favorite kisses are placed on her wrists. The golden plates there are sensitive, covering the very wires that sustain her. It is an intimate spot; a place she hopes conveys her trust in you when your lips greet the metal. Your touch makes her feel appreciated, like a work of art to be cherished. Such a sentiment is rare among the IPC, a fact that leaves her craving your security.
Your favorite kisses are given to the shell of your ear. A subtle and private location, all the more sensitive for it. Pearl loves placing a simple peck there throughout her busy day, one that never fails to melt your body into the current. At night, when you’re cuddled close above endless lights and performances, her kiss is even softer. Placed from behind, slow and steady. Her lips finally find yours after, pace fluctuating like waves on the shore.
Yao Guang’s kiss brushes like a feather’s caress. She starts simple, teasing even. Her lips press into yours quick and light, returning with the same force until you finally break. Her next kiss is bold, something to surprise now, as she enjoys your stunned posture. Your smile into her next kiss only spurs her on further.
Yao Guang’s favorite kisses feel like fates colliding. A burst of starlight, a kettle on too long. When your lips meet with the intensity of a hurricane, there is nothing she wants to do but fall into it. There are no questions nor doubts in this moment – only the force of your body against hers matters, every emotion pouring from your lips.
Your favorite kisses are left on her fingertips. They are elegant, yet well-worn by divination tools and fortune’s essence. Poised as a bird or preparing to strike, they are always in use. Your kiss is sweet, almost worshipping, in its press against her fingertip. The smirk on her face is worth more than the cosmos, your kiss following more than the Hunt’s arrow.
