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cann1ballistic · 8 months ago
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I’ll just post it this way ig 🫠
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part 2
part 3
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mfmmflashchallenge · 2 years ago
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Hey flashers! It’s time! Heat 1 is starting right now. These are your prompts.
Creative differences // "You can't seriously still be reading that?" // A 'second time' story
Pretending to Be Gay // Bodyguard // Face Slapping
Outback // there was only one bed //  turns out somebody doesn't like having nice things
Oblivious // on the run // flower shop
Restaurants // Third Wheels // Suggestive Themes
Chaos Theory // Is it Slash fic or Slasher fic? // Dot on the run
Prudence Stanley & Jack Robinson // what do you mean awkward Phryne Fisher doesn’t do awkward // the butler did it
At least they made it to the beach // where did the dog come from? // Minor character injury
Jealousy // Idiots to Lovers // Smoking
Tick-tock.
If you decide to write something and you finish in the next two hours, you can add the fic to this collection when you post on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/MFMM_Flashfic_Challenge_February_2023_Heat_1 
If you write something but it takes you longer than two hours to finish, you can add your fic to this collection when it's done instead: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/MFMM_Flashfic_Challenge_February_2023_Flash_Free  
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zikbitume · 2 years ago
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@SupercrossLIVE.@EliTomac wins 450 Heat One #SupercrossLIVE #SMX #SuperMotocross
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racewinnerlandonorris · 2 months ago
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Lando Norris on the top step of the podium after winning the Singapore Grand Prix
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o0kawaii0o · 5 months ago
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Even more summer vibes!
Sanji ver. [x]
Zoro ver. [x]
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redara · 5 months ago
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The Lin Kuei beach episode.
(reupload cause i forgot Kuai Liang's tattoo)
Poses inspired from Ye Hao in GQ China June.
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humhowellujah · 10 months ago
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i'm drunk off two lavender martinis what the fuck do you MEAN dan and phil went on a step by step recreation of their japan trip as a part of a HONEYMOON episode for their sims. be so fr rn be so serious please. dan howell you have 4 minutes to respond . phil, keep it up babygirl. lavender martini recipe in the tags
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skitskatdacat63 · 6 months ago
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Vettonso complaining about each other not respecting schrondinger's track limits on the radio compilation + Seb's commentary that made me a bit feral
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Must include these sexy ass pics okay, it makes me feral how hard they race each other.
Also SO upset that we got this vid and there's also pictures(and presumably a vid out there somewhere) of Fernando, back then, ALSO debriefing this race. And yet we never got them together?????? Evil. Fucked up.
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Imagine seeing them complaining about each other but also having to (begrudgingly if you're Fernando) compliment each other IN FRONT of each other. Maybe its a good thing it doesn't exist, bcs then I'd have a heart attack.
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det-symphony85 · 5 months ago
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🪳Hanging out with bro 🪳
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mj-iza-writer · 2 months ago
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Whumptober Day 5
Sunburn - Healing Salve - Heatstroke - "Of my Pain Will Stretch that Far" (Lottery Winners, Burning House)
"Please master, can I have a second", Whumpee pleaded through gasps of breath.
They had been crawling behind Whumper for an hour now. Whumper liked taking these walks on the empty roads surrounding their off grid vacation home. This area allowed them to truly have Whumpee play pet. Whumpee was fully naked, only dressed in a collar and leash.
"Hmm, having a hard time keeping up with me pet?", Whumper turned, "we just have another mile before we're home. You can make it."
"Yes Master, but please may I have a second?", Whumpee pleaded, "I think I just found a piece of glass."
Whumper frowned as they saw blood oozing from Whumpee's hand.
"Hmm I suppose you did", Whumper sighed as they knelt to get a better look, "I don't have any first aid so I guess I'll allow you to walk like a person until we get your hand cleaned and bandaged."
"Thankyou master", Whumpee whispered.
Whumper stood, and helped Whumpee stand.
"Your knees look about tore up to", Whumper sighed, "I guess we won't take this path again."
Whumpee stumbled to the side a little, "I-I don't know if I-I'll make it master."
Whumper frowned as they saw how red Whumpee's skin was.
Whumper pulled out their water bottle and dumped the rest on Whumpee.
"Hmm", Whumpee whimpered.
"Okay let's go", Whumper lifted Whumpee onto his back and started to walk quickly.
"Master.... yo-your carrying me?", Whumpee moaned.
"Yep, I don't need you to have a heatstroke out here. I guess I didn't realize how bad the sun was", Whumper sighed, "I think you are dangerously close."
"Hmm", Whumpee moaned again.
"Whumpee, I know I don't tell you to do this often, but keep talking to me", Whumper said worringly. They were nowhere near a hospital if Whumpee did have a heatstroke, "I can't have you passing out on me."
"Wh-what sh...ould I-I talk abo-ut", Whumpee labored.
"Anything you want, just keep talking", Whumper groaned under Whumpee's almost dead weight.
"My favorite treats?", Whumpee perked up for a second.
"That's fine", Whumper nodded, "what are your favorites?"
"I like when you get those chocolate cookies with the cream in the center", Whumpee whispered.
"Uh-huh", Whumper sighed, trying to get Whumpee to keep going, "how about the granola bars from this morning?"
Whumpee paused for a moment to think, "I uh, didn't really like those "
"Oh I thought you did", Whumper huffed, "man you are heavier than you look."
"Mm, sorry Master... mm, really tired", Whumpee's head bobbed to the side.
"Whumpee, you really need to stay awake. Keep telling me about treats", Whumper quickened their pace.
Whumpee's head swayed as they lifted it.
"My, uhm... mm head hurts", Whumpee slurred, "and mm hand."
"We'll get bandaged up once we get home", Whumper could see the house in site, "just stay with me a little longer. I'll get a fan on you. Get you nice and cool."
Whumpee didn't answer.
"Whumpee?", Whumper questioned again. Concern in their voice.
"Hmm", Whumpee hummed as their head fell again.
"We're home", Whumper rounded the corner and hurried to get inside.
Whumpee was spread out on the cold tile floor, and a fan was not blowing on them.
Whumper made a few ice pack towels, and placed them in certain spots on Whumpee.
Whumpee continued to breath uncomfortably.
"I think I'm going to need to get you into the tub", Whumper frowned, "I can't believe I was this careless. I normally pay attention, but you were definitely having a hard time. I'm so sorry."
Whumpee woke up and looked around. They moved around a little and caused some water to splash up.
"Hum", Whumpee looked at the tub full of water with concern, "what's happening?"
"Woe easy there Whumpee", Whumper came in after hearing the movement, "don't move too much. You were just unconscious."
"Wh-what happened?", Whumpee looked up at them, "am-am I okay?"
"I think you are now. I'm still a little worried about you", Whumper reached down and pulled up a cup, "I've been trying to get you to drink some of this while you were unconscious. It's electrolyte water. Lets get the rest of this in you."
Whumper helped hold the cup while they drank.
"You have quite the sunburn my pet, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable for a few days", Whumper sighed at themself for not taking better care of their pet, "let's get you dried off and comfortable. I have some ointment to put on you to help take away the sting."
Whumpee nodded, "I feel a little better now."
"That's good", Whumper stood, "you can soak for a few more minutes while I look for that salve ointment."
Whumpee sighed in relief when Whumper had finished putting the medicine on them.
"Sounds like you feel better already", Whumper grinned as they reached for a pillow to put under Whumpee's head.
"Yes Master", Whumpee laid their head down, "thankyou."
"You're welcome, now go ahead and get some rest. I'll wake you for dinner", Whumper patted Whumpee's head a little before standing.
Whumpee let their eyes blink open and shut. They grew slower and slower.... heavier and heavier.
They could hear Whumper humming in the kitchen. The gentle notes soothed them even more.
"I'm so happy to have Master", Whumpee whispered to themself, "what would I do without them taking care of me?"
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@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid
@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz
@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13
@notpeppermint @cyborg0109
@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots
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@lavndvrr @ivymyers
@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas
@lumpofsand @watermeezer
@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains
@3-2-whump @risk606
@electrons2006 @paperprinxe
@whumprince @kaz-of-crows
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mistressemmedi · 2 months ago
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Anyways, kudos to the drivers for being able to survive the race and going through post-race media duties while still wearing their racing suits and fireproof baselayers because that couldn't be me. I'd be stripping down the moment I got out of that car. I'd need a special set of underwear with sponsors stickers slapped on because you bet that's all I'm wearing for the next 12 hours after dealing with that heat. God bless.
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timetravellingkitty · 6 months ago
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I'm not listening to a white person on what's racist or insensitive to brown people. read orientalism by edward said before talking to me or my son ever again
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zikbitume · 2 years ago
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@SupercrossLIVE @Hampshire21 wins 250 Heat 1 ! #SupercrossLIVE #SMX #SuperMotocross
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felignis · 28 days ago
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jonathan sims transgender chronic pain haver and also he's disabled and he uses a cane. fuck you
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hyacinthsdiamonds · 2 months ago
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If you aren't a medical professional, more importantly, if you aren't the medical professional who attended to certain individuals, you don't get to have an opinion on said individuals' medical condition.
My aunty and I both got heatstroke on holiday when I was like 10. We went back to the hotel, I was fine after a few hours in the shade, some sleep and a lot of water. My aunty wasn't so lucky and was sick in bed for about a day and a half. Because things like heatstroke affect people and their bodies differently.
Yes, you completed the same race in the same conditions as the other two drivers. But while your car has a functioning ac system, their car has been overheating. You are not the same!
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crystalflygeo · 2 years ago
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Sinful voice pt.2 ft “Morax”/Prof!Zhongli + fem!reader (modern AU)
cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, oral and fingering implied but like it's just fantasizing?? petnames (sweetheart, babygirl, dear) Reader is DOWN BAD LMAO and suffers second hand embarrasment.
notes: EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU @localplaguenurse!!They gave me a F A N T A S T I C idea that just inspired me to continue this wip and ended up not even being featured here yet but HEY... future p3!! //winkwink. That said I did NOT expect how much this would blow up and how ppl loved it and wanted more, y'all gonna make me giddy and/or cry pls (consider checking some of my other stuff too mayhaps? <3) Anyway I REALLY hope this delivers bc boi am I afraid of not meeting expectations vcgvhjbnjnmklal
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Weeks had passed since your ‘big discovery’ and you still weren’t quite sure what to do with this information.
At first you chalked it up to just your imagination because… there was no way, right? Your new professor could just have a… similar voice… yeah… that was it.
Except the more you listened to his long-winded explanations the more you picked up certain words and intonations here and there and you knew you were just fooling yourself.
A lot had happened in these last few weeks, from organizing your new living space, to meeting your roommates, to grocery shopping, classes, and you had even considered the idea of maybe getting a part time job somewhere close by. There were plenty of small shops and places around the college campus neighborhood that not only offered valuable services to poor college students but also the opportunity to make a bit of money to help them out.
It had all been rather exhausting and stressing, exams, essays and projects were already starting too…
Lying back in bed you sigh and roll over, feeling the familiar faint throb of desire pooling between your legs, one you’d never really managed to sate with a person so much as with fantasies. But tonight, as you lay awake in bed aching for your usual touch, you feel conflicted.
Ever since that very first day you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up Morax’s website again. Hell, a new month had rolled over and you’d dutifully paid the subscription along with your other usual bills.
Part of you was itching for it, curious, frustrated.
And very very horny.
Thing is, your fantasies had often featured a faceless man, strong, imposing and dominating, taking you like a blushing maiden and making you beg for the pleasure he’d give, allowing him to do anything he wanted with your heated body. Now that man had a face… your history professor Mr. Zhongli.
You used to get off to imaginings of Morax tying you up and having his way with you, teasing you, fucking you into the mattress and making you cum over and over. Now it was Mr. Zhongli. Polite and courteous Mr. Zhongli with his refined gestures and well-mannered demeanor.
You wanted to cum, to reach that high and come undone and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration until you melted into a puddle and didn’t have to think about classes or money or life anymore, but the second your fingers began to rub at your clit, Mr. Zhongli’s voice would hit you with that even tone he used when scolding someone for gossiping during his lecture.
“Disgraceful behavior…”
A hot flash of shame burned at your face but for whatever reason it just turned you on more. You wanted to get fucked so bad you felt like you were going insane. You wanted that man to pin you up against a wall and thrust inside you until you turned into an incoherent moaning mess. You wanted to get bent over at his desk and filled up with cum until you were left gaping and oozing and told what a good girl you are. You wanted to get fucked on your hands and knees squirming and crying from overstimulation.
Lying in bed, you squeezed a pillow against your face and screamed.
You wanted to fuck your handsome history professor Mr. Zhongli.
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It’s barely first period and you couldn’t concentrate.
You were sleepy, hungry and overall, in a bad mood. Standing in line at the cafeteria for a much-needed morning coffee and some snack you yawn and browse around your phone. Math. Gods you hated math.
At least you didn’t have history today. That was a whole other can of worms.
You figured you’d eventually have to get over it but it was just… so bizarre. Mr. Zhongli was quite the popular teacher, you’d learned. Extremely knowledgeable in various topics, a strict but kind and just teacher and good looking on top of all.
No wonder the upperclassmen flocked around him, probably half the campus lowkey had a crush on him, male and female students alike. It was genuinely a miracle he was not married or even had a significant other apparently.
And he was also Morax. Sensual dominating Morax who would just not leave your head-
“Good morning, how may I help you?” The cashier called out cheerfully and you pulled out of your thoughts.
“Morn-”
“Good morning.”
You gasp so sharply you almost launch into a coughing fit; your eyes widen and whole body tenses and oh shit-
Somehow you manage to trip and fall in the clumsiest, stupidest way possible.
“Woah-!”
“Miss?!”
Except you don’t actually fall, but someone manages to hold you, a hand grabbing your arm and the other pressed against your back steadying you as your poor brain goes into overdrive.
That voice!
It’s him!
Too close!
What is he doing here?!
Way too close!!
The seconds it takes for you to react feel like ages as you stare up at Mr. Zhongli like a deer caught in the headlights.
His hands are warm…
His cologne smells soooo good.
His eyes are gorgeous!
He’s so hot!!
“Are you alright Miss l/n?”
“I’M FINE! I-I’m fine!” You yelp, way louder than intended (or normal) and quickly scoot back to put some distance between yourself and the handsome professor. He picks up his dropped bag and dusts it a little, as well as his clothes, still pristine as ever. “I… think I got a little dizzy s-sorry I haven’t eaten yet and… yeah…” You chuckle nervously.
You see him frown slightly. “Going without food for long periods of time can be quite dangerous.” He states, obviously concerned. “Maybe you should head to the infirmary see Dr Baizhu, you look quite pale and the dizziness could be a symptom of low blood pressure. Do you have anything sugary to eat or drink?”
“I w-was about to buy something…”
“It might be best for you to sit down for the moment.” He nods, resolute. “Allow me.”
…And that’s how you end up sitting at one of the nearby small tables with a little glazed donut and a bottle of water, courtesy of your dear history professor.
You stare at the little treat in your hands, half eaten already as he insisted, at least your hands stopped shaking and some color returned to your face. Mr. Zhongli seemed content enough, sitting across from you.
“T-Thank you.” You mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “How much was it? I’ll pay you back I have som-”
He sees you rummaging through you bag and raises a hand. “None of that, you needed it. I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better, please take care of yourself, health is very important.”
“Um, ok.”
Then he smiles, and it’s gentle, soft. “You’re Miss l/n, right? One of the new students from my history class?”
Huh?   
“You didn’t do very well on the essay assignment…”
Ack. You sigh and take another bite of the small donut. “History is just… not my strong suit. Too many dates and names to remember.”
He chuckles and oh God who gave him the right to make that sound? Your skin tingles.
“Fair enough. I know my classes can be a little daunting, I’m very particular about certain topics and tend to ramble sometimes. But I can tell you really put effort into classes and pay attention to my lectures.” He looks pensive for a moment. “Let me propose something. I usually impart some private tutoring sessions to students on more advanced levels, but I could make an exception for you. If you have time available it could help lift your grades.”
You stare up at him in surprise, grateful to not have a mouthful of donut or you would have probably choked again like an idiot. Did you hear that right? A private tutoring session after hours at his office?!
Now that sounded like a title for one of Morax’s audios: Hot professor bangs his stu-NOPE.    
“I-I’ll think about it! Sure.”
He nods and gets up, sparing a glance at his watch. “I have to leave now, please do consider it. And do try to eat at more regular intervals and take better care of yourself, you look quite tired.”
A polite way of saying you had marked eyebags, yep.
“I’ll try.” You mumble. Suddenly a little sad to see him go. “Professor… thank you.”
There’s that smile again, you could melt. “You’re welcome, my dear.”
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And yet that night, you’re once again rolling in bed unable to sleep.
My dear.
You couldn’t stop thinking on the whole incident, you’d certainly made a fool of yourself but the memory of his strong arms holding you, touch firm but gentle. The scent of his cologne that you wish had clung more on your clothes.
You really were down bad, this is ridiculous…
You bite your lip.
You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.
Oh but you will, just one wouldn’t hurt.
Quite the opposite actually…
Unable to contain yourself (or your horniness) you take no time to pop in your earbuds and start scrolling. Hmm… there had been a couple new additions in these last weeks.
You can’t help but wonder why he does these. When. How. You never really considered or thought on it before, Morax has quite a lot of patrons (not a surprise) and thought you know nothing about sound and video recording or editing technically he’s making money just by using that honeyed velvet voice of his. That had to bring in some cash, right?
But then again, if you knew anything about these types of subscriptions it was that they required constancy and that meant hard work and dedication. Did he enjoy these? He really puts in the effort given the amazing quality…
You can’t help but picture your handsome professor unwinding a little after a long day, casual clothes, a cup of that tea he loves and setting up to record those dirty words and sinful moans.
Did he sometimes get worked up about these too? Did he also touch himself during or after recording a particular scenario? Sitting back slightly sprawled on the chair, brow slightly furrowed, stroking his co-   
Aaahhhh you needed to stop thinking on him.
Yeah right.
“Daddy eats you out and prepares you for his big cock.”
Well, this looks promising.   
The audio starts like many others, with some dialogue from him and setting the scene and oh… you had kind of missed the playful teasing tilt of Morax’s voice. You can’t help but chuckle lightly, this scene is so domestic. He calls you “sweetheart”, “babygirl” and there are the kissy noises.
You wish you could kiss him…
“Hmmm… daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready. Spread your legs for me.” Oh, you certainly do. “Daddy’s gonna get down here between them.”
You rub at your tights slowly, sensual, remembering his larger hands.
“Oh your little pussy is already so wet and swollen.” Morax coos, voice soft and airy. “You think it’s already ready I know.” He chuckles. “But you know daddy’s cock is big, yeah, your little pussy’s gonna need to stretch a little bit hm?” A kiss.
You whine.
“Shhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good sweetheart.”
Lewd wet noises invade your ears and you waste no time starting to stroke yourself, slow and tender. He groans and sighs and you whimper, hips jolting from the bed.
Gods how was he so…
“Yeah… nice and gentle hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
His words were a complete 180 from the long lectures about politics and wars, and yet, his voice…
“D-Daddy…” You sigh. “Please!”
“Oh I love how sensitive your little clit is… you like that babygirl?”
You rub and stroke at the little bundle of nerves and see stars already.
You were so pent up, so needy. Your orgasm was already building too quickly, mewling and whining at his words, his noises, trying to match the pace and follow his instructions.
“That’s a good girl.”
“F-Fuck-”
Your eyebrows furrow, your body trembles and you bit your lip to contain your noises. Morax warns you when he adds a finger, and after a few seconds another, chuckling low at how you clench, praising you, coaxing out your pleasure.
You can only picture him at the end of the bed, licking and sucking obscenely at your juices, pumping those slender fingers in and out, in and out…
That tantalizing voice teasing you, your fingers knotting that dark brown hair tipped amber, golden eyes staring up at you half-lidded but feral and fascinated. Focusing on you. Only you.
“A-Ah! Mhmm…”
“Now I want you to cum babygirl come on, in five… four…”
You stroke and pump faster, frantic, lost in that rapidly approaching high.
“Three… two…”   
You cry out, a spark cursing through your veins.
“One… hmmm that’s it my dear.”
“Z-Zhongli…!”
He ushers you out of your release with soft words before saying something else, but your mind is floating and hazy. Your take off the earbuds and place them away catching your breath for a moment, arm draped over your face, the audio still has a long way to go but you’re drowsy and sleepy so you decide to call it a night.
It is only a little later, once you’re done with a quick cleaning and putting everything away, curled up under the covers and dozing off that you realize…
Shit.
You’d called not for Morax but Zhongli.
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