Skyrim Preferences and Smut

React to ldb booping their nose and calling them cute

Farkas:

"I..I wait, what?"

As always, he was confused. Don't get me wrong, he surely didn't mind being called cute by you but..did you really have to do it in front of Aela? The second his silver eyes met her green gaze, a pink blush erupted from his cheeks to his nose. Regardless of whatever the huntress may say to tease him later, he couldn't help the sheepish smile that shaped his features as he playfully bumped your side with his shoulder in retaliation.

Only...he forgets that he is freakishly strong, resulting in making his little dovahkiin lover, you, stumble to the ground from what he considered to be "gentle" force of his "bumping". After that, the whole audience of the mead hall busted into laughter as he scrambled to his knees to see if you were alright- those pretty eyes wide and full of fear..even when you laughed as well.

Brynjolf:

"Heh, you aren't too bad yourself lass/lad."

He'd take it pretty well, a mirthful little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Before you could casually walk away, he'd grab onto your hips, leaning back against the dampened stones of the cistern as he peered down at you. With a small chuckle, he'd lean down and kiss you on the tip of your nose, only after that would he let you go about your business.

Vilkas:

"Well good morning.."

It wasn't very often that he slept later than you, but the few times he did..this would happen. It came to the point where as soon as he'd be roused to consciousness by your touch, he'd shine a big smile, stretching the slumber from his limbs before pulling you down onto his chest. He'd mumble something about how he wasn't "cute", how he was a warrior and such but he'd follow it with a sweet kiss..before falling right back asleep.

Miraak:

"Is that really necessary? Hmm, fine, you're cute too.."

He should've known you were up to no good when you pushed him down onto the chair. Initially he just assumed you were going to do something..eh, something else, a lazy smirk shaping his features as he waited...only to turn into a confused, furrowed browed frown when you tapped his nose. Whenever you called him cute, oh his expression was priceless.

Those previously furrowed brows moved up his face inquisitively, his eyes widening in such a way that appeared to be reminiscent of a puppy. For such a proud, stoic man, it sure was easy to mess with him.

Rolling his eyes he'd scowl, looking away from you until you climbed onto his lap and straddled him. Then, and only then would he give you that ridiculous pout expression..but even that faded whenever you smiled at him and closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss.