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What flower are you ?
False Sunflower
Come midsummer youâll be wandering the prairies, dipping in and out amongst the grasses, finding your way in a world in which people fail to realize your worth. Some people might think youâre a little fake, but is it your fault if they mistake you for what youâre not? Turn your face to the sun, and soak up the love it gives you.
Tagged by: stole it from @chibitantei Tagging: All of you!! Steal it from me!!
#ic#ic info#Rin#P4 Verse - Inaba's Star Driver#((GOD I LOVE THIS FOR HER!!#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAA#the coming and going and the constant moving around#UUUUUGH))
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A boy bug⌠A buoog đŞ˛
Little drawing of my Cicada!Tang designâŚ. I love himb
Bonus:
Pocket Tang đĽ°
#lmk tang#lmk fanart#cicada!tang#golden cicada#my art#lmk#lego monkie kid#my little guyyyyyy#i love him so much#AAAAAAA
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This is so cute!!! Hopper's mane is just perfect and Code looks so adorable â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ thanks for drawing my gal!
No one is safe from my gift art, not even these two! Muhahaha
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@whirlwindflux
#mlp ocs#mod pony#grasshopper pie#crafty code#Fanart#Silver wing#Silverwinghere#I love this so much aaaaaaa#So freaking adorable
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honestly the fact that sam's voice was watery and wavering, and matt started to lose his composure and started tearing up because HE KNEW like we all knew too what sam was planning on doing and then. g o d . that last speech.
everyone fuckin crying. all of us behind the screens crying. god fucking damn it sam you fucking did it again but
I want to SCREAM!! not FCG!!! BABY BOY ONLY JUST FOUND OUT WHAT BEING ALIVE MEANS AND HE PULLS AN IRON GIANT AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SAM FUCKING RIEGEL YOU TRAGIC HEARTBREAKING MANIACAL GENIUS
#flowerspeak#critical role#cr spoilers#bells hells#sam riegel#actors#matt mercer#i love fcg so much and i wanted so badly for him to get a divine intervention and really connect with the changebringer and be a champion#aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa#and FRIDA!!!! ROBOT BOYFS!!! AAAAAAA#but this was such an epic move and honestly probably the only thing that could have been done without anyone else dying#G OD DAMN
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Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Slave!Omega!Dragoness!Reader-
cw/tags: mentions of slavery and past sexual abuse on fem!reader, A/B/O dynamics, mating bites, fingering, scenting, pet names, zhongli has a knot and alpha fangs and is not afraid to use them lmao, some nip and clit stimulation ig?? emotional roller coaster ngl.
notes: So remember a loooong time ago when I held a poll and one of the options was "dragon" and it WON?? well actually it was this, (dragon READER heh) it just got WAY out of control. 5.6k words and now I wanna make it into a whole series //head in hands// anyway ye have this weird lil funky AU I poured my sweat blood and tears into (also my heart and soul) idk why I am just so attached I love it so much plsss I have ideas fot other scenes with them already aaaaaaaaa <3
Partially inspired by some of @silentmoths' fics holy shIT I LOVE DRAGON READER AND I LOVE OMEGAVERSE NOD IF YOU AGREE!!
Last but not least if y'all wanna be part of my pinglist uhh I'm making one now so :3c
Part 2 ->
Strange yellow leaves fall around you all over the courtyardâŚ
âFix your clothes, you have to look appealing⌠well, as appealing as a creature like you can be.â The voice of your Master calls out harshly, pulling and tugging at details in your outfit. It was a flimsy and silky thing, mostly see-through, rather elegant, but very revealing.
Youâre used to it.
âAnd stop looking so miserable! You better smile and please this Alpha. Heâs not just anyone, you know?â
You nod meekly, trying to hide the slight trembling on your body. This will be just another bonding attempt. Nothing else.
It will fail. Just like all the others before.
Silver chains clink and tug the collar at your neck, it shakes you back to the present as you stumble forward.
Master guides you through a maze of corridors, with sleek surfaces of dark wood, decorative lanterns and paper screens. Theyâre strange, covered in even stranger symbols that look nothing like the ones back in the desert. Your bare feet, used to rough hot sand, now walk along polished wood with your draconic tail dragging behind. Everything looks so lavishâŚ
Youâve been brought all the way to Li- Liu-⌠Li-yue? A foreign country, to meet a potential client. Well, a client to your Master. You are just the merchandise: a dragonblood Omega. Rare, unique even, âexoticâ.
But defective.
Your fists clench in nervousness. How rough will this Alpha be with you? You dread to find the answer. Alphas were cruel, ever since you remember youâve been taught to please, be gentle, obedient and look pretty, but they were never any of those things. Alphas just took their pleasure and used your body as they wanted, usually until you were crying and screaming, begging for mercy. You just hope this Alpha would give you some pity and be quick⌠or give you time to rest in between attempts.
Though you had learned since long that your wishes donât tend to come true.
What a disappointment. After I spent so much money and resources on you.
Such a waste of time, what use is there in an Omega that canât bond?
Why do I even bother with you? Youâre just good for the reproduction camp. Maybe that way you can produce another dragonblood.
This is your last chance, mutt. If you fail again, I wonât be bothering with you anymore.
You feel anxiety creeping on your chest, heart jumping to your throat as the dark thoughts invade your mind. Last chance⌠your last chance at bonding. At proving youâre not useless and stupid. At serving your purpose as Omega. What was happening to you was fair. You deserve to be punished and you should be grateful you have one last chance after all your failures.
You just want to⌠toâŚ
Tears prickle at your eyes and you breathe in deeply, trying to contain your distress and hugging your own tail, rubbing your face on the fluffy tip.
Whatever happens today, your fate is going to be sealed.
The nest room is nice.
Like the rest of the place, it is rather elegant, dimly lit with neutral colors and wooden walls, filled with pillows and blankets that had a very subtle flowery aroma to them. Small cabinets to one side with some decorative objects on top and a full-length mirror on the other side. So much different from the barren cold stone walls and tents from the desert camps.
âHm, pretty fancy.â Master says taking off your collar, your soft unblemished neck now on display, free from any claim. âNowâŚâ He pulls at your hair and you wince, whining and lowering your ears on a submissive display. He wouldnât hurt you right? You have to look pretty. âThe emperor will be here shortly. Make sure to do anything and everything he wants. And you better smile, I told you.â
âE-Emperor?â You pale, eyes widening.
He scoffs and pushes you back, you stumble back into the mess of pillows. âThatâs right. I donât know why but he was very adamant to see you it seems. Perhaps he just wants the prestige of owning the last known dragonblood, hm? Another novelty for his collection, Iâm sure. You should consider yourself really lucky. SoâŚâ He flashes his Alpha fangs at you with a growl and you whimper again, cowering. âI would suggest you do your best and donât disappoint this time, heâll pay a pretty penny for you.â
And with that he leaves, muttering something and almost slamming the strange sliding door.
And so, youâre alone.
Immediately your brain goes into overdrive. An emperor? You had been presented to various Alphas of high status before, wealthy merchants and high-ranking tribe members, but this⌠this was probably a whole other level.
An emperor had to have an empress, right? Someone of noble birth and high status such as himself, not a lowly sand lizard like you, with weird ears, scales, horns and a tail. Why would he want to see an Omega like you? Perhaps Master was right, he intended to keep you as a trophy in his collection, another pretty thing.
It was humiliating.
But anything was better than being doomed to the reproduction campâŚ
Maybe the emperor had a harem? Youâve heard of them before, some Alphas liked to boast having many Omegas bound to them. Living in this luxury, not having to worry about much anything except looking pretty and pleasing him once a while. Hell, maybe he wouldnât even pay attention to you, youâd be just a glorified pet.
You could⌠do that.
Without noticing, your tail starts swaying after you, this could be a chance. Your chance. You just had to make him like you. Forget the bond. Donât think about it. All you have to do is please him.
You start frantically arranging the sheets and pillows around, building the comfiest nest you ever had with all the extra material, scenting it with excited happy pheromones. You could do it, this was your chance.
You wonât fail this time. Youâll be pretty, obedient, submissive, the ideal Omega. Youâll let him use you to his heartâs content, sure you may be a little sore but itâll be worth it if he chooses you. He wonât even care about the bond.
âŚRight?
You jolt when you hear the door slide slightly open again, your heart leaps to your throat as someone walks in.
Oh.
Is⌠he the emperor? ⌠Heâs handsome.
To be fully honest, you expected some fat pompous middle-aged man not this⌠perfect specimen of an Alpha.
Your tail sways a little with curiosity.
He looks only slightly older than you, tall, wearing elegant robes in brown and golden hues. His eyes are like a sunset: golden, warm, almost glowing. A red liner accentuating them. Long chocolate hair faded to amber at the tips. His scent was earthy and pleasant, subtle unlike most Alpha musk. Almost comforting and⌠familiar?
He seems to stare back at you with the same surprise, frozen for a moment, eyes slightly wide, he says something you canât quite hear and it shakes you out of the spell. You suddenly feel a little self-conscious, curling your tail around you, ears down and resisting the urge to brush (hide) the scales at the corners of your eyes.
It occurs to you that youâve been just staring like an idiot, you donât know very well how to address him, nor know his foreign tongue. So, you simply lower your head in respect. âMy LordâŚâ
You suddenly feel nervous. This is it.
You turn around, following the motions ingrained in your brain. Body splayed on the nest, arms tucked in, head down. Submissive, obedient. Your hands are shaking, you feel dizzy, heart thrumming in your chest, blood rushing in your ears.
You lift your butt just slightly, tail curling elegantly over your back, out of the way to expose the flimsy fabric covering your privates, properly presenting to the Alpha. You focus on trying to control your pheromones, letting out just whiffs of a needy sensual scent, worried of mixing in your anxiety and fear and displeasing the emperor.
You had to be pretty, enticing, compliant, and he would, h-he wouldâŚ
A rather awkward cough has you tense. âThere is⌠no need for that.â
You blink for a moment, taken aback at the rich deep baritone of his voice, so hypnotizing you almost donât register his words. He speaks common tongue, but still, what does he mean? Isnât this just⌠standard protocol for bonding? Isnât he going to mount you?
You dare peek over your shoulder and see him sitting elegantly over his knees at the floor. Heâs outside of the nest range.
Heâs also slightly pink at the cheeks and pointedly avoiding looking at you.
Is this a trap? Is he testing you to see if youâll misbehave? Your hands clench, nails digging at your palms, your breathing and heart increasing pace.
âI just want to talk, I promise.â He tries.
You hold the position.
He sighs, and then-
âOmega, relax.â
You almost squeak at the Alpha command. His voice, his will, seeps into your skin, your nerves, your very bones. You feel your muscles loosen up, tension leaving your body like a bowstring snapping and you lie on the sheets sideways.
Right right right, youâre tense, you have to be soft and pliant-
You look over at him and heâs⌠heading over to the little cabinets. He picks up a kettle of some kind and little cups that sit on the top, moving around calmly and elegantly as he seems to prepare something. Your head tilts and you gingerly sit up straight. Tail and ears down, curled up not unlike a wounded animal.
âDo you speak the common tongue?â
âY-Yes!â You nod. âA littleâŚâ
âGood.â
The emperor seems⌠pleasant, he is calm and unguarded, so different from the cold intimidating Alphas youâve met who like to show off, who immediately order you around. He even used an Alpha command on you but it felt⌠grounding. There is something equally eerie and entrancing about him and you feel yourself as much drawn to him as terrified of his imposing aura, and you couldnât explain why. Itâs a bit unsettling but also comforting at the same time.
He pours two cups and turns to you. You stiffen and he offers you one.
âQixing tea is one of the most refined Liyue teas. It tends to be very bitter but this blend has a more pleasant taste, a little floral even. It is also said to help relax oneâs mind.â
You carefully take the cup, not wanting to insult such gracious offer, though youâre utterly confused, shouldnât you be the one serving him?
The cup is warm.
You stare at the golden liquid, small black dots sit at the bottom. This has no alcohol⌠right? It canât be worse than snake wine at least.
You carefully take a sip, trying to imitate how the emperor is holding his.
It is⌠nice, a strong sharp taste but not bad, and very aromatic.
Heâs looking at you expectantly and your tail and ears twitch. âI-Itâs very good. Thank you, my Lord.â
He smiles and your heart skips a beat. âI am glad. Some say Qixing tea is for older people, but itâs frankly one of my favorites.â He stares at his cup with a somewhat nostalgic gaze, as if it brings him fond memories. âAh, you can address me as Morax.â
You nod quietly and take another sip. Past the teaâs powerful flowery scent, you can now sense his Alpha pheromones, with him being so close and the air less tense. Theyâre strong but not overwhelmingly so, sharp and tantalizing, a refined foreign scent you can almost taste in the back of your throat. It stirs something in you, something warm and alluring.
âDo you know where were you born? Who are your parents?â
The question takes you by surprise for a moment as you shake out of your thoughts. Ah, he must be inquiring about your dragonblood. âI-IâmâŚ. Iâm not sure, my Lo- um⌠L-Lord Morax. As far as I know my mother worked at a-a heat house⌠no one knew who my father was and she passed away when I was very young.â
âI see⌠so you have no idea where you got your dragon traits from.â It was a sentence rather than a question and you shake your head meekly, taking another sip from the tea, ears lowering back.
âApparently it could be due to recessive genes.â You once again repeat the same words youâve heard all your life. You hate bringing attention to your dragon features, people either treat you like a rare exotic creature or a dangerous one. You didnât know which was worse.
âHmmmâŚâ Lord Morax seems pensive for a moment, also drinking some of the tea. âHave you been with your caretaker for long?â
You look down. âMaster has been in charge of me ever since I⌠p-presented as an Omega.â
âDoes he treat you well?â
Your eyes widen, the question catching you completely by surprise. T-Treat you well? You are⌠treated like any other slave omega, if only being singled out by your draconic traits. He feeds you, he gives you clothing and education, he arranges the best matches he can for bonding, he even got you here in the first place. You owe him everything, youâre nothing without him.
So then⌠Why do you find yourself thinking back on all the harsh words, all the punishments, all the screaming and crying, all the⌠t-touchesâŚ
You gulp. âM-Master ensures I have the best living conditions and opportunities I can.â Is what you settle for.
He hums.
There is silence for a moment and lord Morax settles down his cup.
âI donât think youâre aware of how special you are.â
Just when you thought he couldnât surprise you anymore, he utters those words and makes your heart speed up.
Is this anxiety? Fear?
âJudging from what your Master has told me, youâre treated like quite the novelty, an exotic half-blood not unlike the Valuka Shuna or Kätzlein. Here in Liyue however those with traits like yours are called XiÄnshòu.â The foreign word rolls off his tongue. His golden eyes fix on you and you freeze. âAlso known as illuminated beasts. With immense power and longevity, even the half-bloods. Theyâre well respected and looked up to, why, some are even revered as deities...â
You? Such a fantastic creature? That canât beâŚ
âSeems to me like things are different in the deserts of Sumeru, however.â His eyes narrow and for the first time you notice his diamond pupils. They look like a snakeâs. The same eerie glint he had a few minutes ago is back darkening the bright golden eyes. Yet, for some strange reason you donât feel scared this time.
A shiver travels down your spine as you feel your instincts purr in delight. Protective⌠for some reason lord Morax is being protective of you. You donât know why or how but you can feel it and it made your inner Omega preen inside. An Alpha wanted to protect you, care for you.
âSuch a shame.â He adds, sounding almost disappointed but there is something darker underneath. Word simmering with⌠frustration? âYou are such a lovely dragoness, worthy of every praise and prayer theyâd sign in your name here.â
Youâre very glad your cup rests at your lap, blushing furiously with trembling hands.
For the next few moments, he continued to ask some more questions. What you like or dislike, what you do in your free time, even something as innocuous as your favorite color. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as you grew a little more comfortable with your answers and the whole situation, as though you werenât talking to an emperor, or even a potential master or Alpha but rather⌠someone who saw you for who you are.
You liked that. You liked him.
You wanted to stay with him.
You wished to-
âAlright, I think thatâs enough. I will have a talk with your Master and weâll settle things.â He stands up and dusts his attire a little.
Your breath stops.
He is leaving.
He is leaving.
Did you do something wrong? Didnât he say he liked your appearance? Are you such a failed disgraceful omega? Your last chance at bonding. You didnât even get to impress him. You want to call out to him, do something, anything. Panic rises in your chest, drowning you, freezing you. You can barely think, instincts screaming, begging, wailing in despair for him. This kind Alpha, this gentle, patient, imposing, majestic Alpha whoâs too good for you and yet something deep inside you yearns for himâŚ!
âI am very glad to have met you little xiÄnshòu.â A small smile tugs at his lips. Then, he turns and heads for the sliding doors.
So, you do the first thing that comes to your mind.
The empty cup falls from your hands, your footsteps thump loudly on the wooden floors, soft fabric clenches between your fingers.
As soft as the lips you crash yours onto.
âŚ
It only lasts a few seconds but when you back just a little, ears low and tail curled up in apprehension, you realize what you did.
Youâd kissed him, youâd kissed the emperor.
Youâre shaking like a leaf, clinging to him for dear life. He stares at you with wide surprised eyes but youâd rather die right here for your insolence than live the rest of your days in regret.
His scent takes on an alluring hint to it and your inner Omega is overjoyed. Up so close it is almost irresistible. His face remains impassive, if a little tense, but you can see in his eyes something you identify very well⌠hunger, desire.
âLord Morax⌠t-the nest⌠please.â
âY-You donât have to-â
âPlease! Allow me to please you, allow me to show youâŚhowâŚâ You whisper against his lips, leaning in again as your eyes flutter close.
And suddenly his hands wrap around you and pull you close, cupping your face, curling at your waist, thereâs something possessive in it and you feel slight vibrations as he growls deep from his chest against your mouth. But there is also something sweet, something delicateâŚ
And for once, you want more. You want this.
How did you end up here? In the most beautiful nest youâd ever constructed, with the most handsome, kind, caring Alpha youâd ever met?
His kisses are deep and slow, completely unlike anything youâve ever experienced before. You lie on the soft sheets as he looms over you, exploring your mouth with an unhurried pace, hungry yet not forceful, letting you timidly do the same at your own pace.
This is niceâŚ
His hands run along your body, caressing your skin through your flimsy attire. His touch curious but gentle.
âMay I?â He asks, tugging at the fabric off your shoulder.
You shiver, at his voice, as the pure want in it, in his eyes, in his scent.
âY-yes my lordâŚâ
âHmmâŚâ His kisses trail down your jaw down to your neck as he starts pulling the garments off. Careful, instead of simply ripping them apart, your heart skips a beat. âIf weâre going to do this, you can use my name and not just titlesâŚâ
Your top falls off and goosebumps litter your skin, nipples pebbled as one of his hands cups your breast.
âM-MoraxâŚâ You try, shakily, as if testing out the word alone on your lips.
âNo, little one. Zhongli. That is my name.â He kisses down your shoulders, nipping at the skin.
âAh!â Your tail flickers around and you purr.
You take the initiative to kiss him this time, and your hands start roaming his foreign clothes, fumbling with knots and pawing at the fabric. He chuckles at your frustrated whine. You want more, more of this feeling, more of him. To touch his skin, cover him in kisses, worship him.
(Show him what a good Omega you can be.)
NoâŚ
You want to make him feel good and please him.
Elegant fabric falls down discarded as he shakes off the layers of his top and you blink surprised. The fabric was bulky and covered up his figure. Lean but muscled, tantalizing like honey. You immediately latch onto him, nosing, scenting, nipping and kissing, feeling the faint outline of his abs and muscles twitch under your touch. He smells so good, he feels so goodâŚ
Your Omega instincts are starting to cloud your senses more and more.
Suddenly one of his hands gently squeezes a soft breast and you moan at the sudden touch âO-Oh!â
âYouâre sensitive here, do you like this?â He asks, massaging your chest.
You whimper and nod frantically, tail wagging behind you. You had never been this responsive to having your chest played with, though then again, it was rare⌠but his sensual touches were quickly undoing you. Wetness pools at your gut and you rub your legs together.
Lord Mor- Zhongli⌠leans down then and something wet flicks over your nipple making you gasp, before warmth surrounds your nub. You cry out even louder. He sucks and laps at it and you instinctively tangle your hands on his hard dark hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.
You groan again, too many layers on the way.
âC-clothes⌠off, please!â
âAs you wish, my dear dragoness.â
He continues squeezing, kissing, caressing and lapping at your skin, leaving a couple of hickeys along the way and teasing his Alpha fangs against you as his attention descends through your body once more, continuing his trail of kisses along your hip. His fingers dip down the waistband of your mesh pants and when you raise your hips to help, he pulls them down.
Youâve been naked in front of others more times than youâd like to count. But thereâs something oddly intimate and special about this situation right now.
Your ears lower in apprehension, and your tail flicks by your side, resisting the urge to cover up. Lying down with your legs slightly spread around him. Already flushed, sweaty and panting.
ââŚYouâre gorgeous.â
Huh?!
âIâm so lucky to have found you.â Zhongli nips at your hip. âSo lucky that you want me too.â He kisses at your inner thigh.
Your breath hitches.
Youâre the lucky one. Completely overjoyed that this Alpha likes you, desires you.
The first touch at your core has you mewling.
Zhongli strokes at your folds, still gentle, finding you soaked as your slick coats his fingers. Your body jolts and you moan âA-Ah!â He smirks against your thigh and nips there again as his fingers move in circles, teasing, testing, before moving to your clit. A finger pad stroking it just so, making your whole frame tremble, like every nerve in your body is being stimulated.
âMngh- please!â
His fingers travel between your folds. First one sliding in rather easily, pumping steadily as you shudder in pleasure, and then two, making you writhe, bucking your hips against the touch, pushing them deeper, chasing that feeling.
Your body feels hot, too hot. Every sensation blocked except that warm wet feeling down there, in your new heaven. Your hands claw at the sheets, a pleasant fog setting in and you can feel yourself slipping into your most primal needs. But oh, oh, not like this.
You want him. Need him.
âYou- y-you! please my lord!â
Something snaps in the Alphaâs eyes and Zhongli growls. Golden eyes dark, swallowed by lust and need and you whine when his fingers leave you. You vaguely hear rustling noises and before you can protest again, he pulls you up back on his lap and ohâŚ
Heâs big.
His erection stands proud between your bodies, rubbing against you and you shuffle impatiently, nuzzling against him.
Yes, yesâŚ
Zhongli helps positioning you, gives himself a few strokes, and you feel his cockhead kiss at your entrance, you whine and stare at him rather confused. âL-Like this? B-But I have never- This is n-not how-â
He kisses your forehead, your nose, and pecks at your lips. âI can imagine this is very different from how theyâve taught you Alphas mount Omegas, but I my dear, intend to make love to you.â He whispers, hot breath fanning your cheeks as he nuzzles you, so close, so intimate. Your heart hammering wildly in your chest. âLike this you will have more control. I want you to relax, enjoy, my sweet dragoness.â He kisses at your cheek, down your jaw to your neck. âMay I?â
You can feel your eyes water. No one had ever told you that. No Alpha had ever been this patient or even asked your permission before. Words die on your throat as you stare mesmerized at Zhongli. Grateful. Incredulous. Completely enamored.
You nod, and he guides you down.
Itâs different like this. So much different.
You bite your lip and whine a little once you start to move, his hands hold your hips as you raise them and sink back down on his cock, inch by delicious inch. You feel⌠full, but warm, good. Your insides clench around him and he groans.
Oh⌠you could get used to thisâŚ
âHah⌠ah! ⌠m-my lord... IâmâŚâ You feel dizzy but in a good way, your body tingles all over and itâs exhilarating, addicting.
He leans forward a bit, nosing at your collarbone, soft kisses tickle your skin and he⌠heâs almost purring in delight, inhaling your scent. âI told you, you can just call me by my name... Would you let me hear it?â
You buck languidly on his embrace, enjoying thisâŚsensual experience, these new feelings and sensations. His tender closeness, his intoxicating pheromones, his deep baritone.
Him.
âZhongliâŚâ
His name comes out as a needy cry and he growls, Alpha pride clearly satisfied. His hands roam your body just enough to shift position and pull you even closer, hips rolling in tandem, picking up speed, his fangs grazing your shoulder.
Your head is swimming in pleasure, fuzzy like stuffed with cotton, small little âAh⌠ah⌠ah!â moans punched out of you. Youâre vaguely aware of your nails digging onto his skin but you canât even stop yourself, you need to hold onto something, anything. Â
Even your tail subconsciously curls around his ankle (and he doesnât even seem to mind), like every cell of your body is screaming at you to hold onto him and never let go.
Zhongliâs own breathing comes out in harsh puffs and satisfied groans as he buries himself in you over and over, the sound of skin slapping on skin becomes more prominent.
And then, he hits a spot that has you seeing stars.
Your eyes snap open (when had you closed them?) Back arching as if struck by lightning and letting out a high-pitched moan. H-How did he do that?! What was that? You donât remember ever feeling like this in previous bonding attempts.
âM-more?â You mewl in delight.
Zhongli looks at you with a satisfied smirk and it only fuels the fire in your belly.
âGladly.â
That same wonderful feeling travels up and down your body again and again as your moans and whimpers rise in volume, calling his name over and over. Zhongli kisses you, deep and passionate. Whispers praises and sweet nothings on your flickering dragon ears. Touches you so soft and reverently. Your body feels so hot, your mind going blank, you can feel the base of his cock swelling with his knot and the familiar coil of pleasure tightening as you anticipate it, crave it, more intense and satisfying than ever before.
And just as you reach that high, his fangs sink into you.
You come with a squeal, body tensing, clinging onto him, clenching on him as he lets out a deep satisfied groan, knotting you. Wet stickiness coats your insides and thighs. And everything feels right, just right. Perfect even.
It takes a moment to come back to your senses, and itâs to Zhongliâs hands rubbing circles at your back comfortingly, while he laps and kisses at the bonding mark he left on you.
And then the high comes crashing down.
The bonding mark.
Tears well up in your eyes and start rolling down your cheeks, your tail uncoiling from him and curling around yourself protectively, ears down.
Please no⌠this canât beâŚ
Please stayâŚ
Please.
Zhongli immediately notices your distress, in your actions and your scent, completely different altogether. His own instincts going wild at the lack of a happy sated mate scent. âDarling, whatâs wrong? Iâm sorry did it hurt that much? Did I⌠harm you in some way or did something wrong?â Oh, he sounds so genuinely concerned.
You shake your head desperately. Of course he hasnât.
But you will.
Your body will. Betray you as always.
No bonding mark has stayed in your neck for longer than a few minutes. They all fade.
Just like the alphas that place them in you.
And then comes the anger, the guilt, the disappointment, the despair, the lonelinessâŚ
You canât take it. Not this time.
âS-stay⌠pleaseâŚâ You sob.
Your voice sounds so broken, so weak and tiny, absolutely heart wrenching.
And Zhongli embraces you.
âI will, my dearest dragoness. I promise you.â He kisses one of your horns.
You want to believe him but you can only cry harderâŚ
The room is dark as your eyes flutter open. It takes a few minutes to adjust and for your mind to catch up. Where are you� You look around at the wooden walls, nestled in comfy sheets, you see some wooden cabinets and a tea set-
âŚ!!!
You jolt awake, tumbling some pillows from your fancy nest. Your last chance at bonding. The emperor. He was leaving, and thenâŚ!
You slap a hand against the junction between neck and shoulder and feel something there, a bandage⌠you try to stare at it confused, though itâs impossible from the angle. And then fear consumes you. What if⌠itâs not thereâŚ?
Your body is still naked, though you have been covered with a thick fabric while sleeping, as it now pools at your lap, your Omega scent and that of an Alpha mixed together pleasantly, you turn around.
The Emperor. Lord Morax. Zhongli.
He sleeps peacefully by your side, on your nest, after having mated you.
He stayed.
You stare at his handsome features, fair skin, dark long hair, strong jaw, muscled arms. His lips slightly parted as he breathes evenly. So at ease.
You want to reach out and brush at his hair, touch his face, kiss him.
You want this moment to last forever.
Looking up slightly you see the large mirror, see yourself. A tiny thing, with freaky ears, horns and a tail.
It was⌠good, while it lasted. Almost like a dream.
Tears start falling down your cheeks again and you try to be as silent as possible as you pull and lift at the bandage in your shoulder. And there underneath it is⌠something?
Your fingers trace a mark, a wound, it stings and you hiss.
No way. There is no way.
Hope flutters in your chest, your stomach flips and you feel dizzy, nervous. A bonding mark? Is it real? Is it still there?
You shuffle out of the nest as fast and stealthily as you can, standing in front of the mirror. Hair a mess, eyes wide, pale in fear.
And there it is. The clear mark of an Alpha bite, still rather tender. A claim. A bond.
You start sobbing as you trace it, touch it, feel it. It must have been hours, there is no wayâŚ
Itâs there, itâs there, for real. You want to laugh, to cry, youâre still nervous, scared, hopeful, happy, a million things at once.
But how? Why now?
âHnng⌠darling? Are you crying again?â You stiffen as you hear the voice, deep and hoarse, laced with drowsiness. You turn and see him sit up and yawn carelessly like a rishboland tiger. Elegant and intimidating like one too with his bright golden eyes, Alpha fangs and muscled figure. Still naked as well, you note.
âT-the bonding mark⌠itâs still there!â You exclaim to him, gesturing to it.
âYou should let it heal nicely.â
âY-You donât get it!â You huff. âMy Lord⌠itâs still there! Iâm bonded, Iâm yours!â
He chuckles. âRather, I would say we belong to each other, now.â
Belong to each other.
That sounds nice.
You turn back to the mirror, still staring at it, poking it with a finger softly, as if afraid itâll disappear, as if it was an illusion, a dream.
But itâs there.
âFor years⌠for years I thought I was doing s-something wrong, that there was something⌠wrong⌠with meâŚâ You cry softly. âNo Alpha had even bonded meâŚâ
Suddenly you feel strong arms curl around your frame, a chin resting at your shoulder where it kisses your skin, and then brushes over the mark. It stings but you welcome it.
It means itâs real, all of this is.
Zhongli inhales, taking in your scent. âWell you see my dear, a dragonblood⌠a xiÄnshòu like you, can only be truly bonded by one of its own kind.â
The words take a moment to process, to sit on your brain, and you frown confused, staring at him from the mirror. And then your eyes widen.
Golden antlers crown his head, majestic and almost glowing, small scales appear under his striking amber eyes, the color of burnt ocher. A large tail, even bigger than yours in golden and brown hues, sways lazily behind him, before finding yours and intertwining with it, the feel is foreign but not unwelcome. Like holding hands.
You turn around so fast you almost trip if it werenât for his hold. The dragonblood features are still there, in plain sight.
Your throat feels dry.
âYou⌠youâreâŚâ
He raises a finger to his lips and shushes you, then smiles. âI am yours my dear. Just as you are now mine.â
You cling to him and hide your face on his chest as you cry. Overwhelmed, relieved.
Yes, this is where you belong.
#zhongli smut#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin x you#genshin impact x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#crys writes#fem reader#PLS I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH????#this took SOOOO LONG SORRY AAAAAAA#idek what to say here lma just enjoy hope ppl like it bc.... it's so long;;;;;#got a pretty header tho serious business :O#LohK#just in case (?)
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*fires a beam that kawaii-fies your horror game*
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#illustration#csp#digital art#fear and hunger#funger#enki ankarian#enki#ragnvaldr#cahara#d'arce cataliss#d'arce#my art#i love chibi styles so much but theyre so hard to get right lol#i like how these look a lot tho ^-^#god i wish i could make keychains so badly i want them to be reealllll aaaaaaa#also yes they are trans flag colors on purpose ;)#edit: wow this is really intense on my phone for some reason lmao rip
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AAAAAA???? Dude this is beautiful holy shit??? GOD you're so talented Spacie TY TY ILY đđđđ
@madame-mongoose hands it 2 u
#THIS IS INCREDIBLE#hayley chatting with her bff sobs#its so cute#i love this so much aaaaaaa#ty ty ty
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some Buddy art I did not long ago inspired by @secretlyasimpforbuddy âs amazing art!!
#fanart#artists on tumblr#cinderellaboy#cinderella boy#cinderella boy buddy#buddy#I LOVE THEIR ART SO MUCH#AAAAAAA#I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN IT#i want to make art like them#webtoon
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the joy of suddenly finding text posts to make SFTH memes with
#I did these in half an hour while avoiding writing my coursework#was not expecting so much Tom and Luke here but who's surprised#Tom really did change the course of the narrative with Ditch#because I doubt they started the play with aubergines knowing they would end up having the sweetest gay couple ever#aaaaaaa I just love them#shoot from the hip#sfth#shootimpro#sfth memes#luke manning#tom mayo#alexander jeremy#sam russell#sfth luke#sfth tom#sfth aj#sfth sam#own post
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Nerdy Vil definitely pushes thkse glasses up his nose before calling you both ugly *and* stupid đ but before you know it, he's taking them off to rest them on his nightstand and suck your soul out of your coochie đ
AAAAAA OTL nerdy VilâŚâŚâŚ Vil who always has his nose in his potions bookâŚâŚ spending most of his time in the alchemy lab mixing up all kinds of poisons and whatnot. You think heâs so uptight and annoying, always so critical over everything you do. To think that smart mouth of his can leave you a sobbing, shaking mess as he coaxes yet another orgasm from you.
Maybe the both of you are academic rivals.... oh, to be competing alongside Vil for the spot of Pomefiore Housewarden........ the two of you trying so hard to best the other and make the strongest, most effective poison. Maybe the competition doesn't even matter to you anymore. You just like feuding with Vil.
Academic tension so grand it leads to the best hate sex of your life.
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#the twst glasses frames have left me in shambles they're all so lovely >w<#vil trying to explain the components of a poison he brewed all while critiquing yours: âď¸ đ¤#reader who is so down bad for him: :)#omg fighting for housewarden position with riddle... he absolutely wins but i think he'd throw just a little#because this is the first time anyone's ever been remotely interested in being his friend since he enrolled in nrc#so he wants to have as much time to spend with you as possible before he (inevitably) takes up housewarden <3#AAAAAAA OTL
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Arlecchino being deemed untrustworthy and crazy between the ranks can be seen in a new light entirely
She had to kill her own "mother" by hand due to how much of a terrible person she was, brought to a foreign land, and the punishment that was given to her is the title (sins) of her "mother"..it is no wonder that she wants to leave/is not loyal to the tsaritsa
The tsaritsa being known for her "love" makes it seem like (on surface level) the title bestowed upon Arlecchino almost looks like mercy when in reality its a cruel punishment, a heavy one infact that is a seal of "You have become who you despise the most"
It truly is a no wonder if she wants to leave or bear no loyalty at all to the fatui/tsaritsa
And yet her love and care deep down for her children was so much more bigger than her that she stuck through it, she had to make sure the house would be safe (the prophecy already done, etc) before letting someone else take over
She wanted to make sure that her children ARE and WILL be okay
#genshin impact#brainrot#ramble#arlecchino#blurb#the knave#god you guys dont understand how much i love her since day 1#shes so cool and her characterization is AAAAAAA#arlechinno genshin
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Artwork commissioned from @themisterhip âĄ
Saitama steps behind the other man and wraps both arms around his waist, squeezing gently but firmly. He feels Genos relax, the stiffness in his spine easing away. The blonde is a couple inches too tall for Saitama to rest his chin on his shoulder comfortably, so instead he presses his cheek against the cyborg's back and listens to the soft sound of his core humming in his chest. "You knowâŚ" Saitama says slowly, while Genos finishes another crepe. "When you're sleeping, you kinda purr. Just like a cat." "I don't," Genos denies, a little too quickly. "Yeah, you do. Maybe you just never had anyone tell you before," Saitama says. Genos says nothing, but the sound of his core changes, shifting a little lower in pitch and stuttering instead of humming smoothly. "That!" Saitama hollers in his excitement. "That purring sound!" "No," Genos denies again, turning away to rub a hand over his chest, as if that would stop his traitorous core. "You're wrong." "Sure, kitten," Saitama says, easing his hands around Genos' waist again. He can feel the vibrations in Genos' stomach, faint and fluttery. "I was wrong. It's not when you're sleeping. It's when you're happy."
5+7 on AO3
#my fic#genosai#saitama#genos#fanart#made for me#aaaaaaa I love this so much it came out SO GOOD#please give so much love to themisterhip!!!!!!#it makes me feel so warm and soft inside
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POOTIS SEASON 2 YIPPEE!!! @quazies thank you for making this happen! See you all at the premiere đ
#cj 23#my art#art#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 pyro#tf2 spy#lil pootis#lil pootis season2#I'm so excited for season 2 aaaaaaa#I love pootis so much it hurts lmao#I wanted to draw him and scout at first but then I remembered this duo#I love their dynamic so it would be a crime not to draw them :3
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HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK YES. I AM SCREAMING.
That was fucking fabulous, and you are wonderful. (Also that was fast as fuck, it takes me nine years to write anything, bloody well done!)
I'm loving how you've got Sai as The One Who Stirs Shit, because that's exactly how I see him. đ
Prapai bringing to mind a wounded puppy, which feels pretty damn accurate. He's just an oversized golden retriever.
Poor Sky going from cold and accusing to small and hurt, the poor baby. đđ
Rain immediately trying to beat Pai's ass, and Payu nearly fucking letting him, yessssss.
I love this. Love it love it love it. THANK YOU so much for writing it!
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Never Have I Ever - A PrapaiSky Fic(let)
So the thing is, I haven't written in almost 4 years (and no. My WangXian short doesn't count because it was meant to be 31 chapters and I still have 30 chapters unwritten since Mayhem November last year).
But, @suga4mycoffee requested for a fic where Prapai is made to realize just how badly he fucked up, based on the tags I made to her post, so that got the dusty ass writing plot bunnies going and now you have a fic that I think is rusty af, but I hope you enjoy anyway Suga.
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If looks could kill, Saifha was sure his twin would have had him drawn and quartered, buried in a shallow grave with no headstone to commemorate his passing. And if he were a nicer twin, he would probably have found remorse buried somewhere in the depths of his heart.
But alas, he is very much Payuâs twin, and bringing his brother a measure of discomfort and misery soothed his soul. The fact that it made Payuâs boyfriend just a little bit miffed, which in turn meant that Nong Rain turned those bright eyes of his on his boyfriend in a glare that would have withered a lesser man, was just icing on an already spectacular cake.Â
Having Nong Sky and Prapai caught up in all this however, wasnât something he had planned.
But⌠Did he find it entertaining anyway? Certainly. It was wonderful the number of secrets that a simple game of Never Have I Ever, which he is proud to admit was his suggestion, could unravel. Besides, when you looked at it from the right perspective, he really was doing them all a collective favour. Best to let them air our their fears and insecurities and hurt, so their relationships can be the more stronger for it.Â
Really, he should be deified for all the service heâs been rendering.Â
âNever have I ever had an ex draped all over me, even though I already have a boyfriend, and I didnât push said ex off, the minute he pulled his shit.â
At the words, Saifhaâs eyes snapped to Nong Sky, and then Prapai. At the same time, Nong Rain turned to look at his best friend, whilst Payuâs eyes were locked on Prapai.Â
âThat is⌠Oddly specific,â Saifha murmured, leaning back to watch the chaos unfold.Â
Praipai meanwhile leaned forward, fingers flexing on his glass of scotch whiskey, already half empty, because Prapai apparently had very few Never Have I Evers, and although Nong Skyâs been smiling every time Prapaiâs had to lift that glass to his mouth for a drinkâoh to be young and sickeningly in loveâthere was no smile on his face now, as he waited for Prapai. As they all waited for Prapai.Â
Praipai meanwhile had his eyes on Nong Sky, a softening in their brown depths that pulled a low sound from his boyfriendâs throat, had Nong Rainâs eyes widening, and Payu tilting his head the way he did when he was furiously trying to connect the dots.Â
Saifha could feel his own eyes widening. Oh shit. He fucked up didnât he?
âYou saw?â The words came out in a whisper so low, the wind almost caught it and erased it. But they were all hanging on a thread, heightened by the hurt in Nong Skyâs voice, and the remorse in Praipaiâs, that they all heard it.Â
âAre you drinking or not PâPai?â Nong Skyâs voice was cold. Gone was the teasing inflection that Saifha was used to hearing. And clearly he wasnât the only one who noticed. Nong Rainâs mouth was open, and Prapai flinched.Â
Saifha watched him take a deep breath, and down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp.Â
He heard an explosion of sound as Nong Rain launched himself at Prapai, only to be pulled back by Payu. Saifha noted that the grip Payu had on his boyfriend was loose, barely restraining him as Nong Rainâs eyes spat way more rage than that little body should have access to.Â
Saifha could tell. If Payu wasnât holding Nong Rain back, Prapai would have had to deal with the nails and teeth of his boyfriendâs best friend who looked like he was minutes away from breaking free of Payuâs hold and dealing all the hurt he could at the man whoâd dared to hurt his friend.Â
And with the way Payu was holding him, Saifha could tell that he was really considering letting go, and giving Nong Rain the free rein to dole out all the damage he wanted.Â
Nong Sky meanwhile seemed to let loose all the air that heâd held in, waiting for Prapaiâs response. Saifha watched as he deflated, and curved into himself. His hands digging into the flesh of his upper arms as he rocked back and forth.Â
âIâm sorry,â Prapai whispered, knees sinking to the floor right in front of Nong Sky, hands reaching out to touch him, and then pulling back, fingers flexing like he didnât have the right to do that anymore.Â
âHow could you PâPai? How could you?â Nong Rainâs voice kept rising, his feet trying hard to connect with Prapaiâs shin. But Payuâs hold held strong and he couldnât come close.Â
âWhy?â At Nong Skyâs whispered question, everyone quieted. Prapai slid a step closer, and Nong Skyâs eyes locked with his.Â
Saifha could feel the moment when everything, and everyone else faded away for them. They were together, in their own cocoon of hurt and pain and regret.Â
âWhy are you sorry PâPai?â
âIââ
âAre you sorry that you said you would be out in 5mins and you didnât keep that promise? That I ran into girls there who were talking about how they wanted to fuck you? Are you sorry that they mentioned that PâPayu had made it clear that he had a boyfriend, but they had no idea that we were together? Are you sorry that they thought they had a chance with you because they didnât know otherwise, because you didnât tell them otherwise?âÂ
Saifha watched Prapaiâs shoulders slump with each question that Nong Sky tossed his way. The younger boyâs voice was low and level. No inflection of the rage that Saifha would have expected. It was like he had sunk deep into the depth of all that hurt and pain; like they were were questions he had asked himself over and over again, until he had numbed himself to it, and disassociated from it all.
And Prapai responded with panic, eyes and hands reaching out to Nong Sky, trying to comfort, to heal, to soothe. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry Sky. I told him. I told him when he asked me, that I have a boyfriend.â
Saifha didnât need to read minds to know that that wasnât what Nong Sky wanted to hear. He looked at Payu who looked about ready to let go of Nong Rain so he could smack his friend in the head himself for being an absolute dimwit.Â
Nong Skyâs voice dropped even more. âSo you waited for him to ask before you told him?â He stared incredulously at Prapai who looked utterly wretched. âWhat if he hadnât asked? Would you have continued to let him touch you PâPai? Continued to let him drape himself over you.âÂ
Saifha watched Nong Sky reach out his hands to touch Prapaiâs face. Watched as Prapai leaned into the touch, hands reaching out to grasp Nong Skyâs, as he whispered several âIâm sorryâsâ against the inner part of his boyfriendâs wrist.Â
âWhy are you sorry PâPai?â The question again. But this time, his voice was softer, less modulated. Saifha could see him softening. Everyone could see him softening.Â
Prapai released a breath, relief whooshing out of him as he stood to his full height, then pulled gently on Nong Skyâs hands. The latter allowed him, standing up so Prapai could sit, and then pull him in to sit on his lap, further tuning out everyone else, as they sank further into their own world.Â
âIâm sorry I hurt you. Iâm sorry I made you cry. Iâm sorry I didnât immediately make it clear that I was taken. Iâm sorry in trying to be kind and not hurt his feelings, I hurt yours instead. Iâm sorry I was gentler with turning him down, that I was with handling your heart. Iâm sorry it didnât even occur to me that you would be hurt by it. Iâm sorry, Iâm only just telling you Iâm sorry.â
Prapai pulled back slightly to look at Nong Skyâs face, fingers stroking his cheek, wiping away the tears that had made tracks on his face. âForgive me?â
Nong Sky looked at him for a brief, suspended moment.Â
Saifha was sure they all stopped breathing, waiting for Nong Skyâs response.Â
And it came resplendent as the sun. A smile that lit up his face and had Prapai placing a murmured thank you against his pale neck, as Nong Sky patted Prapaiâs hair softly.Â
Saifha nodded, pleased at the result. Just as Nong Rainâs voice called out loudly âYouâd better make sure it never repeats itself PâPai. If it does, Iâm coming for your head!âÂ
The statement had Prapai turning to glare at Nong Rain, who glared right back, with Payu silently laughing behind his boyfriend, and Nong Sky looking quite pleased.Â
Honestly, Saifha really did think he should be deified for all the service heâs been rendering.
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Oh, and for those who need context, here's the post that birthed this.
#that was emotionally satisfying#i love this so much aaaaaaa#fuck now i want to write something#you just inspired me right back damn#i might actually finish something this time#payurain#prapaisky#love in the air the series#love in the air series#love in the air#love in the air fanfic#coconuts mafia
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Figayda for (late) Valentine's â¤ď¸đĽ!!!
#fantasy high#figayda#fantasy high fanart#fig faeth#ayda aguefort#fig x ayda#dimension 20#dimension 20 fanart#happy valentine's day#wlw#i want to have what they have!!!?#i love them so much#repost#i fucked up the layers#aaaaaaa
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#lynx art#my art#pokemon#pokĂŠmon#pokemon sv#pokemon teal mask#teal mask dlc#teal mask ogerpon#ogerpon#pokemon ogerpon#shaymin#shaymin land form#pokemon art#pokemon fanart#digital art#digital illustration#yeah itâs the faves đĽşâ¤ď¸#i love them so much aaaaaaa#i want to pet them
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