#Blood pressure 1

[greenlaut]

tea & dates

continuation of bitter tea & oranges

[crystalflygeo]

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

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.

[lamboficarus]

im slowly losing how i did the star thing.

we came up with the idea that it was a power source of some sort and that it exists because grain is a gardener divine (out in the wild, someone had to be taking care of the divine. hence, special-type divine that takes care of the others. the star thing provides warmth so that the gardener doesnt freeze overnight. these divines also have some combat abilities that im still ironing out, because i *assume* they were part of an ecosystem before. even regular divine are theoretically a threat if you walk into their pens. so. motions vaguely. grain can be too, but moreso.)

anyway.

grain exists down in the blacksite because the caretakers werent allowed to leave the facility until everyone else had evacuated. the last caretaker left alive, Circe Celian (praise be the naming conventions of canon game) who was injured when the facility originally went into lockdown, used the time she had left to create conditions in the garden that would allow a special-type divine to grow, so that it would take her place when she died. If she wasnt going to make it, the least she could do is give those who remain a chance at survival.

at the bottom of the ocean, oxygen is a limited resource.

Grains role, if he were actually in the game, would be to make rounds around the facility, dropping the corpses of dead expendables off in the gardens to be used as fertilizer. You can fill up oxygen tanks if you find him in the halls, or offer the corpses of your friends in exchange for protection until you reach any in-game milestone. If you find his prices to be too high, you can tell him stories of places outside the blacksite.

you'll have to hope he likes it, because if he doesnt, well.

he might just kill you when your back is turned.

youre most useful to him dead, after all.

Occasionally he runs into sebastian picking up expendables in exchange for ferryman tokens. there may have been a few times where grains been like "nah id win" and refused to hand over an expendable when asked. he has a job to do and the rest of you WILL die of oxygen deprivation if he cant get it done.

kehe

(in this au, hes eventually the only divine left, and seeing as he's mobile ((and the timelines been extended to several months)) he's the only way any expendable would ever make it to the outer edges of the facility alive. the rest were either killed or burned to death.)

[merlinr77-steth]

The longer version of the Nico Hülkenberg fitness test video. Tranlsation below: Speaker: „How well the factor fitness is accounted for with a driver is examined at Team Sauber in extensive tests before during and after the season.“

Dr. Kitschmann (Team doctor Sauber F1): „We don´t need marathon runners, we don´t need weightlifter, but we must have pilots who can hang on through a race without suffering a loss of concentration.“

Speaker: „Like with the car every detail must be right with the driver. At the physiotherapy check the optimal setup is found for the body and the athlete is scanned completely.“

Hülkenberg: „When you see how advanced Formula 1 is, how much money is poured in, of course everything  must work out, so the driver´s body is our asset and extremely important.“

Speaker: „Special importance is attached to the endurance factor. In the cockpit the physical work is extremely hard with heart rates reaching the upper limits.

Trainer: „Next level…“ Dr. Kitschmann: „We do see extreme [HR] values up to 170…180 bpm and have also measured those over extended periods of time like half an hour or so.“

[see-arcane]

In honor of the month of love, here's Lu Holmwood and Quincey Harker posing for a beautifully bloody Valentine's Day dance.

Immense thanks to @ibrithir-was-here for the commission! Check out my Ko-Fi info here if you want to order your own doodle or drop in a buck.

[chaotic-little-stuffs]

THE GOD DAMN FISH MAN. HE PLAGUES MY EVERY THOUGHT.

drawings of my roblox character, the many eyed shark, the annoying computer, and the nefarious anglerfish

character holding sebastian is my persona :)

sketches, whatnot, ft. my best friend who dragged me into this game

yes i do paper art :3

[meirimerens]

i'll keep it real between i and 4000 of my closest followers. the combination of On my legs 6 hrs a day + stressing beyond belief about housing and getting stress&Rage headaches from Unfruitful Hunt is making me understand those stories of Horses simply collapsing under their riders and never getting up. bear with me i'll be back very soon.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Not to keep beating dead horses like I so much love to do but I am still completely Flabbergasted and Astonished at how you (Merle Ambrose) could discover the most terrifying fact that a child that is essentially under your care has been indoctrinated into a cult (which, by the way, a process that has taken over the course of years) ((by an agent that has been stationed in a direct position to make it easier to access and manipulate children, that has easily escaped your notice for such a long time)) that worships a nihilistic entity whose ultimate goal is the absolute and total destruction of Everything and Everyone around you, and your one, single, simple-sentenced response to that is to say "Oh, that's a shame. He (Duncan) always was pretty terrible. Hope he gets better someday." And then to move on from those extremely worrying and dangerous bundle of issues permanently without taking any sort of action to protect the vulnerable and make sure nothing like this ever happens again

[alphaketoglutaricacid]

dont come looking for me

[bluntloyalist]

didnt wanna derail the original post but

HOW DID I KNOW LITERALLY HOW DID I KNOW !!!!!!!!! CLAIRVOYANCE MAYHAPS ??

[screwdriver-and-souffle]

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[leclerc-s]

the fuck you means there’s already only 26 laps left??

[misclogarts]

shuffle unit m

[roo-bastmoon]

Not Tetris, not today...

*When akgaes get vicious with me*

"It's okay. We are all only human. I'm only going to give back gentle, neutral tones. I'm sure we have more in common than you'd suspect. I will try to see your point of view. If we can't resolve this, we can at least go our separate ways respectfully."

*When akgaes get vicious about Jimin or people who love Jimin*

"Shut. the fuck. up. Shut alllllll the way up... until you reach the top of Shut Fuck Mountain, where there are no more fuck ups to shut."

"I will just silently report and block."

I'm gonna take a bit of a social media break and get right with the lord. I'll be back to celebrate the release of Golden. Y'all be good and have a Happy Halloween. <3

Love, Roo

[clouds-of-wings]

Mandy's father is certainly right in some regards when he says that Mandy and her mother are very similar people - they are both strong-willed women who want things to go their way. But the only reason why her dad sees that as the defining trait of both is that he spends so much time being SitcomDad and avoiding conflict with the women in his life. If you look at it from a different perspective, it's very clear that they are not similar at all. They go about getting their way in very different ways - I have not seen Mandy be anywhere near as manipulative, judgemental and just straight-up backstabbing as her mother. But since the father wants to avoid confrontation above all, that doesn't make a difference. Fair or unfair, reasonable or manipulative, principled or impulsive, all he sees is an angry woman who needs to be placated.

The way her mother treats Mandy has been consistently horrible from the beginning while Mandy has not been similarly horrible to the people in her life - most notably, she has been the only one who has given Missy some respect and has even mentored her when the older women in her own family have only neglected her, especially once she became a teen. Mandy does not pass the emotional abuse she receives on to the only younger woman in her family. Also she has been right to try and put some distance between herself and her mother and is only tolerating this treatment at the moment because she doesn't have any other options, which is a pretty shitty situation to be in. She's handling it as well as can be expected (aka not well), and with almost zero support from the people around her. She certainly can't depend on the spineless and two-faced men in her family, though I have at least some hope that she can establish a better relationship pattern with Georgie. But if she can, it will be almost entirely due to her insistence on it, because while he is willing to live up to his financial obligations to his family and is certainly a hard-working guy who cares for his wife and kid, he likes to go the path of least resistance in arguments just as much as his father-in-law.