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Obey Me!: Hickey Headcanons

Pairing: the bros x gn!mc

Genre: suggestive

Content: headcanons abt their opinions on hickeys

Lucifer:

giving:

anywhere and everywhere

he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his

it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate

sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him

feels at ease whenever you show them off

receiving:

nowhere visible

he has a reputation to uphold after all

he does let you mark him if you want to, though

enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours

usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing

sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved

Mammon:

giving:

it just happens

wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen

he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin

he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them

doesn't mind any teasing about them on you

receiving:

not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you

so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up

he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out

they make him feel loved <3

almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him

there is a small part of him that's proud of them though

Leviathan:

giving:

meh

he's way too insecure

constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-

he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing

therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills

receiving:

so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him

almost passes when you mark his thighs

can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been

kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much

so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes

Satan:

giving:

usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens

he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue

proud of them when he notices them afterward

kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so

for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most

receiving:

craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why

doesn't like them too much up on his neck

the lower, the better, actually

likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body

his fav form of foreplay

secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you

Asmodeus:

giving:

hickeys are like his fav thing ever

doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky

just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck

they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles

so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people

receiving:

very particular with their placements

sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit

takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them

will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment

loves loves loves when people point them out

Beelzebub:

giving:

another one where it happens without realizing

his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes

the type to apologize for them afterward

gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them

thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them

receiving:

indulges you if you really like them

but he doesn't have a particular preference

does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up

thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory

also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it

Belphegor:

giving:

honestly too tiresome

tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble

likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots

proud when people point them out

might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive

receiving:

doesn't have a certain opinion on it

finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body

doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that

it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection

couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself

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made this back then for Mammon bday,,, fun times

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"Happy Birthday My Love~"

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🌸It's our great Morax's birthday and I wrote a little something something. Enjoy! 🌸

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"Oh? What's this?" Zhongli raised a brow in intrigue as he stepped into the bedroom, golden eyes scanning your attire. Or rather... lack of. There you stood infront the bed, red ribbons wrapped around your delicate body with a big pretty red bow around your neck.

"Well isn't this a lovely surprise~" he chuckled, the sound sending shivers through you as he slowly approached, appreciating the view of your wrapped form.

"Happy Birthday..." You whispered, your voice shy and quiet as you couldn't help but look away with a blush at how intensely he was watching you with those golden eyes. Another chuckle was heard before a gloved hand reached for your chin, gently tipping your head to face him again, a gentle smile on his lips, reassuring and loving.

He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, sensing a soothing wave through you. "Thank you, my dear. You're the best gift I could ask for."

His finger trailed down from your chin, tracing along the red ribbon to the bow tied around your neck, playing with the end. "Well then... should I unwrap my gift?~" He purred low and seductive as his lips neared yours, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut in anticipation. His lips met yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss, his free hand moving to hold around your waist, pulling you closer as he tugged at the ribbon end, letting it fall undone.

The perfect present for a dragon.

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stubborn heart ch. 10

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

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Dress shopping was … disastrous. Atri had you trying on all sorts of dresses for the so-called party the Tsaritsa was throwing. Truthfully, you didn’t want to attend, but as Capitano’s wife, well, you were afraid that you didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.

“Why exactly is this party is being thrown?”

You huffed out the question as you managed to unzip the current dress you had on in the dressing room. You didn’t like how it fit, nor did you like the fabric. Way too itchy.

Atri, meanwhile, was still stockpiling the different dresses she thought would be good for the occasion, “either to celebrate the recent achievements that the harbingers are accomplishing, or…”

“Or…?”

“To celebrate your marriage with Lord Capitano!”

You pressed your lips together as Atri tossed yet another dress into the changing room, this one having more frills than the on before it.

“I… I don’t think this is what the party is for,” you managed to utter out as you finally fished out a dress that wasn’t too frilly nor itchy in material. In fact, it was rather plain and simple. Not that you minded. You felt like you needed something simple considering the past week you’ve had. Deciding to take a chance on it, you decided to put it on.

Atri merely rolled her eyes at your admittance, “you never know!”

And before she could say anything else on the matter, you had opened the changing room door, “well? How do I look?”

You did a little twirl in your dress. The simple design did wonders on outlining your figure, and the colors seemed to match Capitano’s clothes perfectly. Atri clapped her hands together as she huddled close to you, “simply beautiful,” she gushed as she kept admiring you, “I bet Lord Capitano will agree!”

You immediately deflated at the mention of your husband.

“Hey now! None of that pouting nonsense! Go get changed into your other clothes so we can buy this dress and get you ready for tonight! Time is a wasting!”

You could only nod to her without any argument whatsoever as she shoved you back into the changing room. Honestly, she seemed way more excited for this than you were. So, begrudgingly, you let her pull you around and shove you this way and that for the rest of the day.

And she took full advantage of it. You found yourself at many different clothing stores (in case you changed your mind on your dress which you did not), hair stylists, makeup artists, and even a masseuse.

It was nightfall when you finally made it back home, but instead of getting to sit down and rest from being on your feet all day, Atri was already helping you get ready. A glint in her eyes as she was quick to wrestle your clothes off.

“Bath. Now.”

“But-“

There was no room for argument. If you wanted to take control, then you should have thought of that earlier. Alas, your bath routine was filled with harsh scrubbing before you were hauled out and dried off in order to be tossed into the dress you picked out.

Your hair and make-up soon to follow as you hoped the night would fly by you as quickly as possible.

Your feet were already starting to hurt!

“Annnnnd, done!”

You didn’t get the chance to look in your mirror before she grabbed your coat and ushered you out of your room, your butt not even getting the chance to sit down before she threw the heavy coat over your shoulders and escorted you to the front door.

“Wait, wait, wait- what about-“

“Lord Capitano will meet you there.”

“Ok, but can I at least get a chance to breathe-“

“Breathe all you want at the party! Now, go! Seduce your husband!”

When she pushed you into the carriage, you paused and looked back at her, “what was that last-“

She didn’t let you finish as she shut the door in your face. Which left you in shambles as you finally got to, at least, relax a little bit.

“Seduce my husband, huh?”

You smiled a little as you sunk into the cushions of the carriage, the slight sway of the vehicle lulling you to sleep a little as you felt incredibly warm. You closed your eyes as you rested your head against one of the “decorative” pillows that laid inside the carriage. Your breath slowly evening out as the days’ events finally caught up to you. Hopefully, the person controlling the carriage will wake you up before opening the door, yes? And soon, sleep engulfed you. Your dreams are as peaceful as the carriage ride. Your worries melted away and the party was distant in your mind.

When next you wake up, you told yourself that you would be prepared. That you would tackle this party head on.

Instead, what you were greeted with was a strong jolt to the carriage. The sudden stop forced you awake as you sat up. Your hands rubbing at your eyes as you looked around. Moving around a bit, you went to the small window and hooked a finger onto the latch and began to open it, “are we there y-“

“Don’t open the window!”

You fell back into the cushions when the little window was forcefully closed shut, “stay in there! Don’t come out-!”

The carriage rider’s voice was cut off abruptly. A terrifying tear echoing in your ears as you watched a dark liquid splatter against the small window.

'Whatever you do. Close your eyes and don’t come out.'

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@crystalflygeo I AM UNWELL

having many Neuvillette thoughts in relation to my anatomy poll so I sketched out my headcanon under the cut.

TEXT VER (no typos).

Penis.

- knot

- soft barbs

- double penetration for breeding

Ovipositor.

- will deposit eggs into mate before orgasm

Eggs.

- small + slimy

- palm sized before fertilisation

Semen.

- light blue

- thicker than human cum

- mate can’t get pregnant from semen, has to be both; eggs + ejaculation

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🥲

I wake up in the morning and the first thing I see is this 🙃

Damn, I... I don't know what to think, I'm furious, I'm sad and above all I'm confused. On the one hand (my more sympathetic side) I understand Solmare, they have lost the direction of their game and that has affected the quality of the story and to continue making more content for just doing it is better to stop...

Now then… What is going to happen with all the untied ends? Since nightbringer began, more unknowns have been opened than have been resolved. What is going to happen with Simeon? With the new power of Mc? Is that all we're going to get from Mephisto, Raphael and Thirteen? Considering that this season Thirteen is appearing between 0 and nothing…. We are not going to know about Michael, or the issue of the nobles house and Diavolo's father???? There are so many unresolved questions… Solomon's past, Thirteen's sister, Mephisto's little brother????

But what bothers me the most is…who the hell is nightbringer????!!!!! Why did we travel to the past? What is his goal with what purpose? ???? Are you telling me that in the rest of the season they're going to answer that question? Or are they going to leave it unanswered? If so, what was the point of making a new game, to gain time to develop the plot? Well, it hasn't been of much use…

Little more than a year after the release of a new game, they announce the end? I feel that the last seasons have been the preparation of the ground for the real story, and they have given us hardly anything, or maybe it's my fault for waiting too much… but they haven't really solved anything, we are exactly in the same place as when Om ended. I know that complain dont is useless, I know...

For my part I will continue writing about the game, drawing and expanding my universe, because now the story is in the hands of the fans, it has been for a long time already. I just, I don't know, I'm sad Obey is such an important part of me, it's the game I started sharing content for…. That this news feels like that part is being taken away from me. I hope you guys are well, sorry for this rant. And if you guys have anything to share, I'd be grateful to read it.

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stubborn heart ch. 9

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

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You paced your shared room with the Captain, the urge to bite your lip in nervousness becoming strong until you heard the bathroom door open. Your pacing came to a quick stop as you glanced towards the door where Capitano stood.

“Bed, now.”

The way his voice reverberated in his chest sent chills down your spine when he came up to you, his hold all but firm when he grabbed you. Then, he bent down. His mouth pressing to your neck and your senses went on overdrive.

And that was all could remember when you woke up the next morning, but it was clear what had happened.

Groaning to yourself, you sat up in the bed and tugged the covers up so you could hide your face into the soft blankets, “I- I can’t believe I fainted again!”

You could feel your face become increasingly hot at the mere memories of everything that had happened yesterday. How you admitted to being experienced, how he said he would show up what a wife and husband do, and consummating a marriage…, “when am I going to stop making an idiot out of myself in front of him?!”

You plopped back into the bed, your hands pulling the covers just enough for your eyes to peek out so you could stare up at the ceiling.

“I wonder if he is already regretting taking me as his wife,” you all but muttered to yourself as someone gave a few knocks to your door – that someone being Atri as her voice piped up behind the barrier separating you both.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!”

You, in fact, did not want to rise and shine. You would much rather fall and dull. Granted it seems you did enough falling last night.

“I’m getting up,” you called out to her, your body moving on its own but quickly winced when you felt a slight sting on your neck. Raising your hand to the sensitive area, you felt a few indents that suspiciously mirrored a set of teeth. The realization was quick to slap you in the face as you felt your face grow hot again.

He bit me?!

Your mind was working on overdrive as you stumbled over yourself to get ready. Pure steam basically coming out your ears as you got your clothes on.

You weren’t mad, far from it. You were just incredibly embarrassed. When he kissed and bit onto your neck, you must have gotten to overwhelmed and fainted. You seriously wanted to hide away by this point. What was wrong with you?1

Shaking your head, you exited your room.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Morning Atri- what’s wrong with your face?”

You quirked an eyebrow when you looked at her and then you followed her gaze and realized what she was looking at.

“Atri, no-“

“Ohh! I’m so happy! I wonder if you’ll have a boy or a girl. Maybe even twins-“

You covered her mouth to quiet her. Your face darkening a deep shade of red across your (color) cheeks, “we didn’t- we didn’t do anything like that! I mean, we were, at least I think we were, but I- I- fainted the moment he got his mouth on my neck-“

You talked fast, almost in a panic as you talked to your maid, and when you were done she had gently pried your hands from her mouth and patted your head, “it’s alright-“

“No it isn’t.. I’m supposed to be his wife, but I- I mess everything up. I can’t even be in the same room as him without fainting. I just… I just think he’ll be better off within someone else.”

Atri studied you for a moment before smiling. Her hand gently running through your hair as she pulled you in for a hug, “it’s been tough on you, hasn’t it? Getting married to a harbinger without a say in the matter, being moved to an unknown place with unfamiliar people. Then there’s your life before Capitano. Your life at the hearth. I may not know what you went through, but I can tell it’s been an uphill battle. And you want to know something?”

You opened your eyes and looked up at her then.

“You’re stubborn.”

You deadpanned, “what?”

“What?”

You quirked an eyebrow again, your previous sorrow momentarily forgotten, “I’m… stubborn?”

Atri smiled and nodded, “yep! Stubborn hearts like yours are hard to come by in such a cold place, Lord Capitano must have seen that and immediately took interest in you. You being here is a testament to all the hardships you endured, so it’s ok to embarrass yourself and to relax, ok?”

You nodded along while trying to keep up with everything she was saying. Back then, there was never any room for error. You either do it and succeed or don’t and let the cold kill you. There was never an in-between.

“So… it’s ok to just… not do anything at all?”

Atri nodded almost enthusiastically, “of course! No more silly work, or worrying about stupid bills. It’s just you enjoying your new life with Capitano, and don’t think for a second of trying to back out of this. You deserve this. So just sit back and relax.”

You sighed but eventually surrendered causing Atri to be pleased with herself as she grabbed a hold of your hands again, “now, time for breakfast, and afterwards we can go shopping for a dress for you!”

“What for?”

“For a small party the Tsaritsa is holding for her harbingers that you and Lord Capitano will be attending.”

“Oh, ok- wait, what?!”

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THANK YOU IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

Snsjdjsjwjsj

So I saw the event and can I ask for a 💜doodle with my love Zhongli with him hugging me please.

Both Zhongli and I like to cuddle and read in our free time just enjoying each other company as it helps him destress from his work by cuddling his wife as I'm mostly shy but outgoing as you get to know me aka being a menace and teasing you.

Hope your having a good day/evening/night and that you are a wonderful and kind person 😊

your persona is sooo cute ! I love the fluffy coat and the horns 🥹🥹 I hope you like this 💜!

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Welcome, Little One

◐ summary ◑

It's the birth of your and his child.

◐ featuring ◑

Husband!Wriothesley, Husband!Alhaitham (separate), fem!reader

◐ tags & warnings ◑

Childbirth (DUH), fluffy fluff. A bit(?) self-indulgent. Wriothesley has a baby boy, while Alhaitham has a baby girl.

◐ a/n ◑

I think I'm having a baby fever.

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If staring daggers into a blabbering businessman is counted as work, then the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide is currently busy.

Very busy.

To be fair, he has been waiting on news from the hospital regarding the birth of his child—your child.

You have been waiting for this little miracle for years now—it took you no small amount of convincing your husband to even start trying. And after he agreed to try, it took another one and a half years before you successfully got pregnant.

And now, the life both of you created together is about to arrive.

Alas, work called him while the two of you were waiting for the baby’s birth. The Iudex, with a heavy heart, had to take Wriothesley away from your side. Apparently, a businessman heard that the Duke is on the surface and demanded to meet in person today, else he’d cut off supplies to the Fortress.

So here the Duke is, having to listen to the man bragging about how he’s inheriting his father’s business and such. Wriothesley taps his feet onto the marble floor and clicks his tongue.

“Get to the point,” he growls. “I have little patience for your games. What do you want?”

The businessman replies with a sly grin. “Why, I only want to continue the arrangement between my business and yours!” he puffs. “I’ve heard that you are an adept businessman yourself, Your Grace. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be able to get so many Clockwork Mekas produced in a year. You must have—”

“Get. To. The point.”

“What I mean is—”

The door of the Iudex’s office suddenly swings open. Sedene comes in, shouting Wriothesley’s title while running.

“Calm down, Sedene,” Neuvillette shushes. “What is it?”

The Melusine turns to Wriothesley, gesturing with excitement.

”I got a call, Your Grace. Your wife—”

That’s all Wriothesley needs to hear. He stands up and runs out of the office, of the Palais Mermonia, all the way to the hospital downtown.

He arrives as you are ushered out in a wheelchair by a nurse, cradling a small, cloth-wrapped thing in your arms. His eyes widen when he realizes that you are holding a baby.

Your baby.

He whispers, then calls out your name. You lift your eyes, gaze meeting icy blue, and smile.

“Look, there’s Daddy,” you whisper to your newborn. Wriothesley slowly steps until he’s in front of you, and kneels on the floor to embrace his family.

“You have a baby boy,” you say to your husband, your smile widening. “Say hi.”

“Hi,” he coos. “Hi, baby. Daddy’s here.”

Wriothesley glances up to meet your gaze, and you can see tears welling up in his eyes. He leans in to give your lips a sweet kiss.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side while you delivered,” he apologizes.

“Mm. No need for that, you know. All’s well,” you hum. He closes the distance between your lips again.

“I know. Thank you.”

Your husband gives his baby boy a kiss on the forehead. The baby yawns and coos, and a smile blooms on the Duke’s lips.

“I love you,” he says. “Both of you.”

It’s highly unusual to see the Acting Grand Sage pace around.

He’s usually sitting cross-legged, face buried in a book that has caught his attention, or behind his desk, lazily scribbling on official documents needing approval or review. Sure, he runs for morning exercise, but anxiously pacing around is definitely not his style.

Who can fault him, though? He’s waiting for his child to be born, after all.

Luckily, the two of you were able to rent your own room in the Bimarstan to wait for the baby’s arrival, so he doesn’t bother the other patients. You watch your husband pacing from beside your bed to the entrance of the room, pausing a second in front of the door as if he wants to leave, but he always comes back to your side to shoot a glare at your very pregnant belly—only to sigh and repeat the motions again.

“How are you feeling?” Alhaitham asks, finally.

“Still fine, love,” you say, holding back a chuckle. “I’m sure I’ll know when it starts.”

He frowns and huffs. His arms are folded in front of his chest, and he shifts his weight on his feet.

“I’m not ready,” he admits.

You smile, gesturing for him to take your hand. He obliges, intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezing tight. You pull him closer and give the back of his hand a peck.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” you say. “I believe in you.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, but—”

Before he finishes speaking, you feel something flowing and your sheets getting wet.

“Uh, Haitham?”

“Yes?”

“I think my water just broke.”

—

Your screams reverberate in the delivery room. One of Alhaitham’s hands squeezes yours, while the other rests on your sweaty forehead. His expression is one of horror—he’s never heard you scream this loud. He’s read that childbirth is very painful for the mother, but seeing you undergo the experience is a truly harrowing thing.

“You can do this. I’m here,” he whispers, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I’m here.”

You squeeze his hand and push with a pained groan. A baby’s cry echoes through the air.

“It’s a girl!” the doctor exclaims. “Congratulations!”

The nurses collectively sigh in relief. The doctor wipes down the baby and wraps her in a soft cloth, then puts her in your arms. You can feel your husband squeezing your hand even tighter as he looks down at his baby with a soft gaze.

“Oh,” he sighs. “I’m… a father now.”

The little girl opens her green eyes, and although she cannot see her parents yet, she smiles.

Alhaitham feels tears roll down his cheeks.

“She’s beautiful,” he breathes. He braves himself to caress his newborn daughter’s cheek.

She’s so soft.

A smile grows on your husband’s lips as he leans down to kiss the baby’s forehead.

“Hi, little one,” he whispers. “Welcome to the world.”

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Imagine being able to see people’s elemental aura. If they bear a vision, the energy around them takes the color of the corresponding element. So Pyro users have a burning red-orange energy flickering about them while Dendro wielders are draped in a calm deep green. Only you can see their aura, perhaps just a special (but mostly useless) gift you were born with.

Which is why when you start working for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and are introduced to Zhongli, you’re freaking out that you can’t tell anyone he’s actually the Geo Archon who is supposed to be dead.

Shimmering golden rays with a glare so intense they may just be exploding stars suspended in sunlight…yes, the aura around him is simply unmistakable. The Dendro Archon’s wavelength was of a similar intensity back when you attended the Sabzeruz festival. The appearance of the Raiden Shogun during Irodori had you beholding a similar feeling.

Zhongli’s every action only confirms it, not that confirmation was ever needed. His knowledge is too vast to be that of a young man, his mannerisms more ethereal than worldly, his gait steadier than stone.

Soon enough, he takes notice of the way you’re always so jittery around him – but he chalks it up to you being a naturally skittish thing. So he tries to alleviate your nerves by talking to you any chance he gets…not that that helps because his every word has you even more on edge.

“So true, bestie!” you blurt out after he’s told you something that’s gone in one ear and out the other. “Speaking of, isn’t it so sad that Rex Lapis is dead?”

Zhongli pauses, eyeing you curiously. “My dear, this is the third time this week you have brought up the topic of the Geo Lord’s death. Has it affected you so? Please take comfort in that He remains in all our hearts, watching over us common folk from the afterlife.”

He’s mocking me, I just know it! you think, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at the divine golden aura crackling around him.

One time, as (un)luck may have it, you accidentally bump into him and spill coffee on his beautiful suit. “Oh gods! Forgive me!” you wail, getting onto your knees. This time…this time he’ll certainly show you his godly wrath…maybe skewer you with his spear…or summon a fissure to swallow you…

But Zhongli is chuckling softly, dabbing at the stain with his lovely embroidered handkerchief. “Please do not fret, my friend. This is nothing a wash will not fix.”

You then insist you’ll cover the cost and get it cleaned, to which he eventually accedes. Holy…when he takes it off to reveal his cream-coloured shirt underneath, it’s like his aura gets even more blinding. It takes everything in you not to just throw yourself at his feet and sing his praises.

(How gorgeous he looks as he works the rest of the day with his coat off.)

He warmly invites you over to his place for tea when you come to return his coat, now cleaned; the house is as well-kept as he is. As night falls, the glow around him only strengthens in response. You can’t stop yourself from asking, mid-sip of your well-made tea:

“What’s Rex Lapis doing working a salaried job?”

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🌷 + Zhongli

because I just want to randomly give him kisses unexpectedly throughout the day just to see his smile and that soft chuckle everytime in amusement at his wife's antics🫠

Just normal everyday sheepli antics twhneur

I love him so much 🥰🥰

🌷 ..

Zhongli never witnessed something like this in his long, long life. He couldn't even believe it at first. He would've never guessed this would happen.

It was a shock, truly.

How does someone dare to do this to him? The former Archon of Geo? One of those who fought while the Catalysm happened?

And the most shocking thing?

He wasn't even complaining at all. Rather the opposite - this was very welcome to him.

The way you would just sometimes randomly cup his face by his cheeks in your (in comparison) small hands and start to pepper it in soft, small kisses .. yes, it made him happy - and you could tell that too by the way he softly smiled and sometimes even wasn't able to contain his chuckle.

He thought this attack would be the only one - but not even too much later, when he was preparing dinner, you would come up to him from behind and hug him. At first he would just smile; "Hello, my lovely Sheepy.. I hope you're doing well.", but then his smile would grow even wider when he feels you kissing the back of his neck - sometimes even his shoulders, too.

Alright, you attacked him twice. But he would've never guessed you would also attack him in the next morning all while the two of you were still sleepy and barely out of bed. He just woke up and couldn't contain his smile at you being the first thing he saw. Mwah. Suddenly the former Archon of Geo felt your soft lips on his own as you began to kiss him lovingly.

Zhongli couldn't contain his smile while kissing because.. that's one of the best ways for him to start his morning. With you by his side and even with a kiss. Lovely, truly.

And so, his hand would slowly bury itself into your hair and pull you even closer into the kiss all while he was still smiling since he was content in this moment right now.

He witnessed some attacks in his life, but these were his favorite ones since they were filled with love, didn't harm him at all and they were from the one he loves the most.

And he hopes this won't change anytime soon.

[sheepmc]

THAT

Idk if this'll answer it but I have been booping myself so maybe that have something to do with it I really have no idea how I did that vivi

[sheepmc]

HOW DID YOU DO THAT

Do what??

[sheepmc]

👀

noted

Now then Kaeya drabble incoming and it might be spicy if you get what I mean😏

Have to know who's your favorite from genshin and obey me so I can spam you little drabbles here and there of them (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

[sheepmc]

[sheepmc]

We might get away from punish relatively unscathed if we play the cute card with Lucifer

*clutches my pearls*

GASP

this is what happens when Lucifer leaves 🤣🤣

I mean it his fault for leaving two sheep's together but I blame Mammon for not watching us