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cloudshocks · 5 months

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Aaand, now I can finally post it! I entered into the kumoricon 2023 fanart contest, with this entry dedicated to 夜は仄か (Yoru wa honoka), by Eve (and animated by Zemyata). I like listening to Eve's songs while I draw, so this was a fun tribute to that :)

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cabbagecrunt · 7 months

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there's a little Freak in my dsi

#crunchposts #crunchart #e ve #night is faint #zukin

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random-lulu · 2 years

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I redid a painting I did for my little brother birthday digitally. Its the bois from night is faint by eve. I loved zemyatas animation and character designs ~chef kiss

#eve家 #eve #night is faint #zemyata #zem #akame-kun #zukin-chan #kumo-chan #utaite #e ve #e ve utaite #e ve mv #jmusic #this was such a good song #traditional art #digital illustration

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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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

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.

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #man I really hope this doesn't feel rushed or forced vghbjnk pls I tried my best OTL I know the scene jumps are jarring but #fun fact 1 when I was in uni there was this one beautiful amazing french teacher that half the campus had a crush on #literally everyone loved her she was amazing she was not my bi awakening but boi she CEMENTED it #and it's funny bc literally like ??? girls and boys crushing HARD on her and she was bi and SINGLE and so kind and cool and around our age #anyway that's zhongli 1000%#fun fact 2 I once almost fainted at uni bc I had. in fact. not eaten breakfast or dinner the night before #and my blood pressure just dropped also bc the heat didn't help so rip I got better with a coca cola tho

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unwillingdarling · 3 months

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thinking about… being naive enough to trust an internet friend, to fly into their city to visit them and getting so excited after a long day of flying to see their car pull up at the airport, and they pop the trunk to let you put your stuff in and climb into the front beside them, and they smile at you and welcome you in and they’re kind and bubbly and talking about the things y’all will get up to

and getting on the road from the airport and stopping at that first light, and you notice them moving beside you, and you look at their lap and then to their face in shock because, well… you’d never said anything, but you’d had a crush on them for as long as you can remember and been thinking worse thoughts about them along in your bed for longer

and they roll their eyes at your pause and “well?”

and it’s not a question. it’s not even a suggestion. any of that friendliness from moments ago melts away, and they lock the doors and pop the buckle on your seatbelt

and…. who are you to say no?

they tangle a hand in your hair once you’ve leaned over and lowered your mouth to them, tasting them, and they push your head down fully. while you make these pathetic noises, moaning and gagging around them, only getting louder when you realize you can’t pull away, they’re holding you there, they decide for you:

you won’t be making that flight back in a few days.

#i think i hauve covid #this has me in a chokehold 😘 (literally)#i’m just…. 😳🫣#inspired by that ‘gwk gwk gwk’ ‘that’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night baby girl’ post #face fucking…….. (collapses onto a fainting sofa)

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themissingmango · 27 days

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Tell me why it’s been 18 years since this movie came out and I’m just as obsessed with him as I’ve ever been

#my art #night at the museum #ahkmenrah #the tablet of ahkmenrah #character sketch #digital sketch #digital art #down so bad #he’s literally a fainting maiden in the third movie #I’ve never fully recovered

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shellxrls · 3 months

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need to grab modern!coryo’s soft dick like and tap it like a mic going “is this thing on??” only from him to not get it and respond with “uh — babe you good down there?” ‘n prolly jostle my head down onto him a little so he can harden properly in my warm mouth.

#i’m so sick with brainrot #might not make it thru the night #lightly tatted pale prone to fainting spells white boy come save me #< all of those things are hc’s i will expand in a later post #modern!snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #;prompts #tbosas #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x reader smut #president snow #coriolanus snow blurb #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #tom blyth smut

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youphoriaot7 · 7 months

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That night, when Roier gets back to the castle, the bed is empty. No one is there. No one has been there all day, either—the castle is just as empty as it was left the day before.

He does his best not to panic.

Instead, he goes searching. He checks N.I.N.H.O. (He's already found Cellbit there a couple times, sitting lonely on the edge of the small bed.) But the walls are as silent as ever. He checks the favela, on a whim—but no one is there, either.

On his way to the main square, he happens to run into Philza, and asks him if he knows where Cellbit's run off to this time. Instead of offering a direction, the older man explains everything that's happened over the past three or four hours.

Roier knows where to look.

The door to the Ordo opens with a hiss as he steps inside, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible. The main hall still has debris scattered from end to end, the remnants of the two cages discarded in one of the corners. He pushes forward, down the corridor, trying to ignore the pain still clinging to every wall.

The heart rate monitor beeps steadily as he reaches the hospital wing. There, he finds the full aftermath of the night's events: an unconscious president, lying exhausted in the hospital bed, and a worn-out investigator, slumped against the couch nearby.

Silently, Roier slips onto the cushion next to him, trying not to disturb him. Cellbit barely lifts his hands from his face, not even bothering to check and see who entered the room. Instead, he simply leans forward, elbows bracing against his knees.

The room is quiet, the only noise breaking the tension being the constant, consistent beep of the monitor across from them. Then, suddenly, Cellbit lets out a small, choked noise, and Roier glances over in surprise.

The other man's shoulders are starting to tremble, even as he buries his face deeper into his hands. Without a word, Roier loops an arm over Cellbit's back, rubbing his thumb against his husband's shoulder. He doesn't need to know the full story to know Cellbit's hit his limit for the day—hell, the week. Hell, the month.

He simply pulls the other man closer as the tears start to fall faster, and doesn't say a word when they wet the sleeves of his hoodie. And if Cellbit falls asleep there after a while, then maybe Roier takes a quick nap of his own; each clasping the other's hand for comfort, the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor their only comfort as they drift into slumber.

#got to thinking about the way cellbit very nearly broke when he thanked bbh and phil after forever fainted #you could almost hear him doing a mental reset #“not now. not yet. just a little longer. hold on a little longer.”#and then he logged out/spent the night at forever's bedside...#qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #ev;perfection #qsmp drabble #qsmp headcanons

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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Desire

Synopsis; It wasn't a mere desire, but a need. Ithaqua wants and needs you more than ever.

CW; Unhealthy relationships, obsession, brief mentions of stalking

WC; ≈1K

Note; I wanted to experiment with a different take on Ithaqua for some time now, most specifically a yandere Ithaqua. I have to admit, I was reluctant at first since it'd be my first ever yandere fanfic. Although I guess we all have to start somewhere, no? But I hope you guys enjoy! This is a bit shorter than my usual fics.

It wasn't a mere want or desire, but a need. An urge, an itch. An itch that needed to be scratched. An itch that could never be satisfied. If you were to dig your nails into it, you'd find yourself only bleeding profusely. Lamenting it all. You needed to bury a blade, skin deep into it to feel anything more than envy. To finally feel satisfied.

You were all Ithaqua could think about. You occupied his mind from dawn till dusk each day. You were akin to a pest, a fly that would never cease to leave him alone. Why must you be so kind to him? Why must you even exist to torment him each day? Making him feel these insufferable emotions every waking moment. Ithaqua himself was never able to decipher his feelings for you. All he knew was that he wanted you—no. He needed you. He needed you more than ever.

He celebrates the day you set foot into the manor, whilst you rued the day. Wrongfully, you were promised a wish of yours granted. All for it to be tossed aside like dross and crushed beneath the heel of reality itself. You lived in trepidation, each of your days consisting of nothing much but feelings of pure dread. You persistently fought to survive each day, and the question here is, "why?"

Ithaqua had never involved himself with anyone. You were his only exception. The apple of his eye since the moment he laid his eyes on you. If only you could look his way, just once. If only you knew how you made him feel, then maybe, just maybe you'd understand.

Maybe someday he too would understand why his heart skips a beat whenever you'd plea for mercy. Perhaps he'd understand why he'd ensure you were safe at all costs, looming over your doorstep practically every night. Why he'd scowl and feel an ache in his chest whenever he'd witness you speak to someone else.

Wherever you went, he wasn't too far to follow. Ithaqua wanted you for his own and his own only in the most greedy way possible. He was desperate, desperate for your touch, your attention, your voice, everything. He yearned for your embrace, to feel your hand in his, someday hear you talk sweet nothings to him and him alone. These were the many things he'd do anything for. If it meant seeing you smile he'd sacrifice it all.

Yet you.. You were oh so naive.

Your heart frantically pounded against your chest as you panted, and your eyes were tightly shut as you hid from the hunter searching for you. Your e/c eyes watered out of sheer terror, wishing for it all to end. Your hands trembled as you placed them on the wall, warily peeking from the walls of the Red Church. The faint sound of metal clanking against the cement pavement echoed throughout the vicinity.

All three of your teammates have been eliminated and only you remained. You were in a state of panic, unsure of what to do at this very moment. If you dared to move a single limb you were certain the hunter would find you even if it was a subtle movement. You were convinced he could hear your every move as you held your breath.

There was a brief moment of silence, you could hear nothing more but the sound of your heart beating in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your muscles as you made your way toward the dungeon which was just a few feet away from you. Immediately, you were taken by surprise. Your heart skipped a beat as you were forcefully pulled away from the dungeon by a strong wind current. You staggered for a moment before being struck down, letting out a whimper upon impact.

"Please.. just let me go." You pleaded as you groaned. The hunter grinned as he leisurely removed his mask. Wavy platinum hair draped over his forehead as dark eyes gazed upon yours with a grin. He could only chuckle in response to your pleas, finding amusement in your vulnerable state. Ithaqua lifted your chin with a finger, his gaze fixed on yours. "Now, now, don't give me that look. I did this all for you after all." He cooed, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

"Wh.. What?" You uttered in confusion. Clutching your wound as droplets of crimson spilled from your side, a wave of fatigue overcame you as your vision began to blur. The dungeon before you seemingly looking further and further away. "I cleared the vicinity of any potential disturbances. I didn't wish for the two of us to be interrupted." Ithaqua explained. "I was meaning to make some time for the both of us, if only you knew how long I've waited for this."

"If I may ask, Y/N, have you been purposely avoiding me?" He inquired, caressing your cheek as he spoke. He looked at you in admiration, he felt his heart race at the sight of you before him. You shook your head, struggling to focus on the hunter in front of you as you continued to bleed. "Then why do we seldom speak, hm? Do you hate me?" Ithaqua interrogated.

"Why are you doing this..?" You questioned, furrowing your brows. "That does not answer my question." He scowled, gripping your face tightly. His nails lightly dug into your skin, causing you to wince. "Answer me, Y/N," Ithaqua demanded. You were unable to utter a single word out of dread, a hand clasping Ithaqua's wrist as he tightened his grip on you.

You struggled under his grip as you grew both weary and lightheaded. You weakened your grasp, watching as he softened his gaze, his lips curling into a smile. The young man lessened his grip on you and leaned towards you as your body threatened to collapse. Tenderly, he placed a kiss on your forehead. You lost consciousness shortly after. Having no memory recollection of the events that occurred afterward. However, the sound of wind rang in your ear as you awoke in your bed once again.

#identity 5 #idv ithaqua #identity v #identity v night watch #identityv night watch #idv night watch #night watch #idv #ithaqua #identityv ithaqua #idv fanfic #fanfic #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #reader is gender neutral #when will y/n not faint in my fics #maybe someday #ithaqua lost his cool #ithaqua takes you to the dungeon

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moonsstan · 21 days

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