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cyxnidx · 6 months

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GOTTA BE GENTLE !

characters: nanami, gojo, choso

genre: smut

warnings: pet names(darling for nanami, baby for both gojo & choso), finger fucking, unprotected sex, p-i-v penetration, breeding(choso's), choso calls reader delicate, reader has a vagina

a/n: i saw this post and just knew i had to take advantage of it. enjoy!

Nanami

eyes narrowing in on your helpless body, nanami pounds his cock deep into you with deep, slow, and calculated thrusts. his tip presses against your cervix with almost every stroke. though, slight hesitancy is shown with him. not just because today he was forced to work overtime - but almost because he was holding back. his forearms flexed more than usual, while his focus is on his thrusts. not only to ensure he calculates correctly to pleasure you, but almost like he's checking if he's using too much force with you. he could quite literally cause much more damage if he wished to do so - and even when he's holding back, he's still seemingly overly conscious of your smaller body. "feelin' alright, d-darling? hope I'm not - hurtin' you." he says through struggled groans and grit teeth, smirking when your cries of pleasure get louder directly after. "i'll take that.. as a yes."

Gojo

gojo smirks, fingers buried deep into your cunt as he fingers you. his pace has changed multiple times - fast, then slow, a medium pace then slow and fast again. to keep you on your toes, keep you whining for him. but there's only one thing - you've seen gojo do a lot. with much more force and effortless power than you ever thought could be conjured for a supposed human. however, with you, he was always so gentle - so caring and conscious of every touch that made contact with you. it even got to a point he'd told you he held back. that he had to, otherwise, there was no telling what'd happen. "faster, please. please, please, please." you beg, feeling your climax approaching quickly. you were close - so close. "can't do that one, baby." he denies, slowing his pace intentionally. "'toru!" you whine, almost beginning to kick at the unfair teasing. "please." gojo only shakes his head. "if i went any faster, i'm sure i'd break you. can't hurt my one and only, right?~" he asks, fingers fastening with every syllable before coming down again, stopping your climax once again. "gotta care for you gently, baby."

Choso

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, choso angling your fragile body just perfectly over the bed and hitting your g-spot with every stroke. and even though they're all fairly harsh, his grasp his harsher. the way his fingers dig into your waist, the obvious flex of his veins and slight shake he has despite being perfectly fine. you knew he was holding something back - he usually always was. you throw your hand back, reaching in search of making contact with his while he continues to fuck you over the bed. "fuck, baby." he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "if i didn't know any better.. i 'ought to fuck you 'til you become one with the mattress." he says, speeding up with his thrusts when he feel's your puffy cunt squeeze against his cock once again. "y'so fuckin' delicate, can't even give you all i want.." he brings your hips to meet his, filling you with his cum once again. "..i'd fuck around n' hurt you." he says as he kisses your temples, smirking as you try to come down from your orgasm.

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aestheticslyrics · 6 years

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dizzy // waterparks

#waterparks #dizzy #aestheticslyrics #lyric aesthetics #aesthetics #lyrics #waterparks lyrics #double dare #cyxnidx #songs i like #if i could i'd trade my heart for a second brain #i wish i was as brave as my last name suggests

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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LATE NIGHTS.

character: neuvilette x fem!reader

prompt: "please forgive me.. jus' couldn't wait."

warnings: consensual somnophilia, needy + sensitive neuvi, wet dream, slight dacryphilia, edging

a/n: been thinkin ab this for ages

neuvilette is shaken from his sleep after a wet dream. a dream that was so intense it seemed to get him out of his sleep - his hard on lifting the sheets from his current sleeping position.

and out of the corner of his eye - was you. your peaceful, sleeping figure. eyes closed softly, quiet snores occasionally leaving your soft lips. out of what he'd excuse as curiosity, he pulled the sheets back. just a bit. it exposed nothing too extreme: just an oversized shirt you'd bought while out shopping. it was supposed to be a piece for an outfit, but now it's just a classic shirt you sleep in.

removing the sheets further, he admires the way the shirt cascades down your body, hugging you perfectly.

the more of you he sees, the worse he gets. he's palming his cock now, noticing the spots of pre leaking from his tip. he takes another look at you, the sheets now fully off your body. your legs exposed, as you curl into a ball due to the lack of warmth.

the thoughts in neuvilettes mind are anything but professional - anything but acceptable. but you wouldn't mind, right?

you did at some point have that discussion. the discussion of what you wouldn't mind sexually, and what you're into. the same conversation that made neuvilette shy out of his mind.

"if for whatever reason you're awake, and horny while i'm asleep, but don't wanna wake me up.. don't be shy to fuck me til i wake up." your voice echos through his mind. "i won't be upset, promise."

he sighs, moving hesitantly as an attempt to not wake you. he knows it may be inevitable, but he'd want you to get every second possible.

pulling his bottoms off, his cock springs from its confines and slaps up against his stomach. the moonlight defines his body, creating a silhouette only a god would create. his tip is pink and angry when he takes hold of it, pulling off your bottoms as well.

he lightly rubs against your pussy lips, spreading your slick before inserting two fingers. he curls them upward, almost smirking at your unconscious reaction. he then moves to lick a stripe up your cunt, tongue fucking you softly as to not stir you too much. when he feels you're slick enough, he takes hold of his tip.

though, he still frowns. he pushes himself against you, almost groaning at the way your slick feels against his tip. the idea of using you in your sleep still bothers his slightly, but he wasn't against the idea. especially not for a first time occurrence.

pushing himself past your folds and into your tight little hole, he tries to keep moving to a bare minimum - as much as possible, anyway.

"jus for a little, baby.." he mumbled, slowly fitting himself in you. bottoming out, he watched you stir in your sleep once again, likely at the feeling of being so full. "sorry.." he apologized, kissing your forehead as he began to move slowly.

his veiny cock dragged against the gummy walls of your cunt. you clenched around him involuntarily, provoking a surprised moan from him. once again, you stir from the noise. "neuvi.. neuvilette..?" you mumbled. neuvilette kissed your forehead softly, though, with no response you seemed to go right back to sleep.

at the very beginning, he thought it'd be easier. easy as ever, actually. until he kept getting a little too aggressive, making you stir in your sleep unintentionally, or almost waking you up had he not coaxed you back to your dreamland.

as time went on, neuvilette began to see it as a game of sorts - to not wake you up. only bad thing being, he constantly edged himself. the closer he got to his climax, the rougher he'd get. the more likely you were to be woken up. he didn't want to - he hated the idea of you losing sleep over him not having control over his sexual urges. but what could he do?

but now, his hand wrapped around your tit while the other took hold of your waist, he got needy. he was nearing a sort of overstimulation he'd never dealt with before. a neediness he never expected. a roughness even he wouldn't think could be provoked from him.

"please forgive me.." he mumbled, looking into your sleepy eyes as your hands couldn't decipher whether they wanted to grip the sheets at his fast pace or rub the sleep out of the corners of your eyes. "m' so sorry.. so sorry.." he whined, tears lining his eyes as he increased his pace, encouraged by the small moans and whines that began to exit your lips. "jus' couldn't wait.." he kisses your forehead, grip tightening over your waist.

"said i could, yeah? you don't mind.." he repeated what he remembered, his mind foggy from constantly edging himself. "couldn't wait. you were so pretty, and.." it began to rain outside as tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks. "..you understand, right? right?"

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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LANGUAGE BARRIER !

characters: choso, gojo, nanami

summary: them with a bilingual-partner & their kids

ー# CHOSO didn't know just how big of a mistake he made letting his little girl learn an extra language. at first, he didn't think it'd be a big deal. his two year old learning your native language? that was an amazing idea - he loved it. the importance of maintaining your culture's language and spreading it through family made him think he was completing an aspiration he never knew he wanted. that was, until his you and his little angel decided to take things to the next level - insults. you taught her insults. and he didn't know it until he ended up upsetting her at the dinner table, and she blurted something incredibly disrespectful in your native language.

your jaw was on the floor. and choso was, rightfully so, incredibly confused. "what'd she just say?" he asks, genuinely confused about what she just told him. you begin laughing, scolding your little girl. "honey, you can't say that to daddy! that's bad." choso looks at her concerned. "what'd you say?" she crosses her arms, sticking her tongue out at him. he sighs, looking at you. "what'd she say?" collecting yourself, you sigh and whisper it to him, watching as his face contorts to complete shock. "that is so rude!"

ー# GOJO loved the idea. i mean, think about it? his little girl, stomping around, arguing with you in your language, and lowkey winning? he thought it was hilarious! of course, until she gets old enough to truly say something hurtful, but that'll be a while. or, at least, that's what he thought.

your daughter pouts, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, back facing you. she's six now, and far sassier than anything on plant earth. meanwhile, gojo is simply getting a snack bar from the kitchen. though, when you least expect it, she yells at you to shut up in your native language. your eyes go wide as you begin to slip off your sandal, walking toward her in spite of her screams. gojo wraps his arms around your torso, yelling 'calm down' and 'it's okay', having to catch your sandal when you attempt to throw it at her. your daughter approaches, just far back enough to not get caught by you, and apologizes formally before leaving to hide in her room. and now, gojo has to deal with you cursing at him. which is all fine, of course, except.. its somehow worse than you cursing at him in English?

ー# NANAMI thought it to be an interesting experience. he was the one to convince you that, no, it wasn't going to confuse him, and no, he wouldn't be upset if his daughter spoke to him in the language. because, unbeknownst to you, he's learning the language. ever since you were maybe six months pregnant? he wanted it to be a surprise for the little ones birthday. and that, it was.

you smiled, answering one of your daughters many questions for the day while nanami sat at the picnic table outside. today marks her fourth birthday, and she was ecstatic. she never really understood the significance of birthdays until recently, when nanami's been explaining to her how exciting they tend to be. "daddy! daddy! today's my birthday!" she exclaims, grinning ear to ear. "and ー and mommy made me my cake! and i helped!" she says, happily pointing to the cake, basically jumping off the ground and to the moon. nanami smiled at his daughter's excitement. "i see, darling. did you put the candles on it, too?" he asks, stifling a laugh at the slightly messy placement of the candles on top. she nods and grins. "you did a great job, darling." he praises, kissing her cheek. she asks you a question in your language, asking if it was time to cut the cake yet. before you could respond, nanami shakes his head, telling her she has to wait to light the candles first. your eyes go wide, while your daughter simply nods with acceptance. "since when did you-?" you ask, generally confused. nanami smiles. "i've been learning for some years now."

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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DADDY'S GIRL !

characters: dad!pantalone & dad!wriothesley

genre: hcs + imagines

a/n: i love wrio's design sb omgomgomg. also pls ignore how janky wrio's icon looks compared to pantalones :(

Pantalone

dad!pantalone, who can't help himself but laugh when his little girl tries to wear his glasses.

"why, look at you." pantalone coo's, finger gently tickling his two year olds stomach while she tries to fit his seemingly oversized glasses onto her small framed face. "just like daddy, aren't you?"

dad!pantalone, who's ever so gentle with his little girl.

dad!pantalone, who buys his little one everything she could ever want.

walking beside pantalone, his little girl wobbles slightly from her thick bubble coat keeping her warm in the harsh winter. they pass a store, and the small girl stops for a moment, noticing a toy through the glass. "daddy?" she calls, pointing at the glass as she waits for her father to crouch down, matching her eyesight. "can i have one?" she asks sweetly, eyes going wide. pantalone smiles, "of course, darling."

dad!pantalone, who lets his teenage girl do his nails and makeup.

dad!pantalone, who laughs to see himself reflected in his teenage girl's personality.

dad!pantalone, who compares his girls baby pictures to her now, smiling when he notices she hasn't changed a bit.

walking down the corridors of his home, pantalone smiled as he saw picture frame after picture frame of his little girl, years seemingly passing in a flash. though, with closer observation, he notices her face hasn't changed a bit - perhaps a newer birth mark, but nothing else. "dad?" he hears her voice. "what're you doing?" she questions. pantalone cocks his head slightly, smiling. "nothing - you just look the exact same in the face." he tells her, lightly tapping her nose in a playful manner.

Wriothesley

dad!wrio, who loves to help his toddler play with her little toys.

"daddy." he hears his little girl call for him, pulling at his index finger for his attention. wrio looks down, noticing her pointing at her dolls and doll house spread across the living room floor, pieces no longer where they were supposed to be. "help me, please." she asks politely.

dad!wrio, who adores it when his little girl curls into a ball in his arms late one night while watching a movie.

eating a handful of popcorn, wrio almost doesn't notice his little girl move the bowl to the table and instead places herself into his arms, face buried into his chest. wriothesley smiles softly, tightening his grasp around her smaller body as he continues to watch his movie.

dad!wrio, who smiles when his teenage girl still comes to him for help.

dad!wrio, who always lets his teenager do his hair whenever she deems fit.

dad!wrio, who always tries his best to model the man he hopes his little girl will fall for.

driving his teenager to her father-daughter dance, wriothesley pulls into the parking lot. "don't touch it." wriothesley tells his teenager, stopping her from touching the car door handle. "dad.." she groans before watching him get out of the car, walking to the other side and opening the door for her. "c'mon, let's go." he says, hand out to help her out.

dad!wrio, who feels his heart melt hearing his possessive toddler yell 'my daddy' for the hundredth time.

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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LITTLE ONES !

character: dad!simon 'ghost' riley

genre: fluff + headcanons

a/n: the idea of simon being a father raids my mind

dad!simon, who'd kiss his little ones on the foreheads every night, watching them closely before leaving to sleep with you.

"simon," you call your husbands name. "they're sleep, i promise." simons been sitting at the side of your childs cot for the past 35 minutes, watching as they sleep peacefully. "yeah, but they could-" you stopped him. "oh, shut up and come on."

dad!simon, who hugs his little girl tight when she cries from a fall.

"it hurts!" she'd whine, tears pouring from her eyes as simon lifts her from the rough concrete. a sharp pain hit his heart hearing her cry from what seemed such a little scar, that was so big for her. "i know, darling. it's okay."

dad!simon, who'd recklessly throw his little boy in the air, heart skipping a beat when he hears his squeals of joy and excitement.

dad!simon, who takes his kids with him to the base one day and introduces everyone to them.

"everyone.." he states reluctantly, noticing the amount of attention he gained simply by saying a word. he felt his little ones hands grip onto his pant legs, shaking. "..meet my little one."

dad!simon, who laughs at the idea of his little girl turning into a sassy-rebellious teenager one day.

dad!simon, who smiles proudly at his teenage girls bossiness.

you sigh, sitting on the couch as you and simon hear your little girl in the kitchen, speaking with her boyfriend. it started with a small disagreement, but then he says something she doesn't enjoy. when he hears his little girl correct him in a bossy tone, voice getting slightly louder and British accent getting even more threatening, he grins when all he hears on the other end is a "yes ma'am." and silence.

dad!simon, who'd answer his girls every beck and call.

"dad!" she'd call from her room, rough British accent booming through the house. just like her fathers. her eyes resemble a puppy's when she sees his face poke around the corner. "can you get me a drink? please."

dad!simon, who has to restrain himself from taking his child from school.

dad!simon, who almost sheds a tear when he hears his little girl talk to him with a British accent similar to his.

"daddy! why would you do that." she whines, eyeing her father. simon looks down in surprise - not because of the fact that he knocked her blocks down, nor the fact that she'd curse him out had she known any curse words, but the fact that she's eyeing him with his eyes, with his harsh, British accent, she learned from him.

dad!simon, who almost looses it hearing his little boy call for him after school.

"daddy!" the boy called, running off the bus in the rain and into his fathers arms, under the umbrella. "i missed you!" simon never felt such a fuzzy feeling in his life.

dad!simon, who gets his kids name followed by whatever they want tatted on his neck.

dad!simon, who's always anxiously looking behind him in public while shopping in fear of someone taking his kid.

"you still there?" he asks gruffly, looking back anxiously when he doesn't get a response, only to see the small child too focused on his phone to respond. chuckling, simon continues walking.

dad!simon, who constantly reminds his child he loves them dearly.

"i love you." simon mumbles quickly, reminding his little boy for the hundredth time, holding his small body close as he watches his dads phone. "i love you too, daddy." the small boy responds, clearly fed up with his fathers admiration.

dad!simon, who doesn't mind threatening his little girls first boyfriend.

dad!simon, who got his babies hands tatted on his chest.

dad!simon, who still cries at the mere thought of his kid even existing.

you roll your eyes gently as your husband hides his face in your chest, tears staining your shirt. "simon.." "they're so sweet.." he'd mumble, voice slightly hoarse. you sigh, patting his back. "and i thought i was the one in post-partum depression."

simon looked down, viewing his little girl playing with toy soldiers she saw in the store earlier that day. she begged him to buy them for her, and here she was, making small explosion and shooting sounds with her mouth, throwing them around. and before he knew it - tears were flowing down his face.

simon sat quietly, watching his son fiddle with a puzzle toy he'd proclaimed to be his favorite earlier that week. concentration painted the small boys face. and yet, here simon was. crying.

dad!simon, who reminds his boy/girl that not everyone is the same after their first breakup.

dad!simon, who often reflects on his past and what he missed out of his family, wanting to give his kids so much more.

"m' gonna give you everything i've ever wanted.." simon says under his breath, holding his newborn son.

dad!simon, who adorns every one of his kids features and ensures he shows them every day.

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cyxnidx · 2 months

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SUCK IT !

character: wriothesley

genre: smut

warnings: oral (m receiving), implied bratty reader, implied "cat & mouse" game(?)

a/n: enjoy your meal.

slamming the closet door open, wriothesley grins when he sees you hiding in plain sight. "why, hello.." he greets, tone welcoming and warm as if the deal the two of you just made wasn't similar to a deal with the devil.

moments ago, a simple "hide & seek" game was turned to "hide, & if i find you, i fuck you to oblivion". because, of course, your reckless mouth can do everything but keep you out of trouble.

still in denial, with adrenaline coursing through your veins, you run. sprinting out and charging for the door, your heart pumps the chemical through your body even more. it wasn't like you were scared, though. if anything, you were filled to the brim with ecstasy.

the thought of being chased, hunted, and found was exciting. and with wriothesley being your hunter, that made it even better.

however, you're quickly pulled back by wriothesley's grasp on your wrist, forcing you back into his grasp. "that's not fair, now is it?" he asks, bringing you toward the bed despite the words of disagreement falling out your mouth. he tsks, disappointed. "you don't learn, do you?" he says, "that mouth of yours is what got you in this situation."

putting you to your knees, he begins unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other holds your jaw shut and head still.

you watch as he finally gets it off, pants falling to his ankles as his cock springs from its confines. "put that pretty mouth to work, yeah?" he says, tapping the tip of his cock on your pouting lips. "say ah."

like clockwork, your mouth opens and tongue rests on your bottom teeth, ready to take him.

"good girl," he praises, slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. he hisses a bit, "open jus' a little wider f'me baby."

#cyxnidx #genshin impact #smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #smutty smut smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley genshin impact #wrio x reader #wrio smut #this has been in my drafts for months #this was random

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cyxnidx · 1 month

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HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

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cyxnidx · 5 months

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Y'TASTE SO SWEET !

characters: Tartaglia, Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette

contents: vampire!reader, blood play, marking maybe, slight masochism, nicknames (sweetheart & baby in childe's, darling in neuvillette & pantalones.) neuvi's is a little smutty. (all of them are but his is a little more.)

a/n: THIS TROPE SENDS ME INTO ORBIT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

"ay, sweetheart?" childe calls out to you, waving a hand in front of your face. "you alright?" he asks, not noticing how you quietly kiss at your teeth. you look at him for a moment, eyes almost putting him into a trance-like state while you move slowly, placing yourself into his lap. you run your fingers along his face, and down the nape of his neck, lips following soon after. chuckling lightly, he speaks slowly. "y'hungry, hmm?" he hums, a choked groan coming next when he feels your teeth poke into the side of his neck. you close your eyes, drinking each drop as needed while his hands instead stay on your hips and waist, lightly tracing shapes into your soft skin. soon enough, he feels you bite down harsher, harder and impossibly deeper, earning a bunch of strained curses from him. "fuckfuckfuckfuck, baby-" he hisses softly. "gentle, gentle." he reminds, rubbing your back gently. meanwhile, he felt the once spacious area in his pants get tighter by the second.

a giggling mess, dottore grips your hair tightly, eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as you drink his blood from him. he can't help but push your head further, adorning the feeling of you drinking from him. he closes his eyes, honing in on the feeling of you sucking the blood out of him. which, compared to your traditional, 'mad-scientist and sadistic' dottore, was quite a surprise what he said next. "harder. bite me harder, fuck-" he mumbles softly. doing as he said, you sunk your teeth ever deeper into his neck, adorning the next few low moans and groans he gave. though, you released soon after, dragging your tongue over the now bleeding-out holes on his neck. "y'know, for somebody like you, you taste quite sweet." you tell him, running your tongue over your teeth gently. "why'd you stop?" dottore frowned, for the first time you've ever think you've seen him. "keep going." he tempted. "if i keep drinking from you without giving you breaks, you'll die dottore." you tell him, pinching the bridge of your nose before preparing to get off from his lap. though, two pairs of larger hands keep you on his lap, pressing his erection into you. "keep going, damn it."

wincing slightly, pantalone couldn't ignore the stinging feeling on his forearm. looking over, he couldn't help but slightly smile when he saw you pressing your mouth into his muscle, blood slightly spilling out the sides. "why, hello darling." he says calmly, enjoying the current sight of you indulging yourself in his blood, almost like a snack. you take a few more gulps before moving, licking the rest of the blood off. "so sweet.." you'd mumble, smiling when pantalone presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'm glad you enjoy it, darling."

wriothesley can't help but groan quietly when you decided to push him into an empty room of the palace and roughly bite into him. you take in his blood, ignoring the way he continues to hiss at the sudden stabbing feeling as blood courses from his neck and into your mouth. "fuck- arent you supposed to be helpin' neuvillette with papers or somethin'?" he asks meekly, a shocked moan erupting from his throat when you bite down. he understood it was a sign for him that he should probably shut up and let you have a bit of a snack, but he can never quite leave you alone. "oh, c'mon." he teases, "g'na have to bite harder if you want the right response-" and before he could properly finish his sentence, his statement turned into repeated curses when you clamped down harder. "aalright, i get it.." he mumbles, craning his head back further as a way to let you have more access.

"please don't stop." you heard the man under you whimper. in one hand, you had his cock, stroking him at a steady pace. and the other, was holding you up over him as you drank his blood. the stimulation of pleasure, paired with a bit of pain, always intrigued neuvillette to an extent. but never did he think he'd get to experience it. "keep going, please, ohmygod, fuck." he'd whine, bucking his hips into your fist as you bit down harder into his neck. "y'so good t'me, darling," he praises, hand coming up to tangle his fingers in your hair. bucking a few more times, he cums all over your fist, head falling back as he still held you to his neck. "thank you," he mumbles softly, grip softening from your hair, falling limp. he closes his eyes softly, slipping into sleep due to the lack of blood and overwhelming sensation tiring him out.

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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GONNA BREED YOU.

KINKTOBER FESTIVAL : DAY 9 → ITTO ARATAKI.

prompt: g'na put a pretty baby in you.

pairing: itto x afab!reader

rating: nsfw/smut

content warning(s): breeding, rough sex if you squint, unprotected sex

a/n: breeding kink go bbrrrrrrrrrr, nsfw under the cut!

"you alright there?" itto questioned, breathing heavy as he slowly slid his dick into you, inch by inch.

he knew he was stretching you - regardless of how long he fingered you, ate you out and made you cum. but at least it made things a little easier.

you nod slowly, tears rolling down your cheeks at the burning sensation of his stretch.

"i know sweetheart, i know.." he kisses your tears. "just a little more, okay?"

with a few more soft thrusts, itto was able to bottom out, softly bullying himself into your plush cunt.

feeling you clench around his cock, body writhing as you struggled to adjust for the first time had itto's imagination running wild.

though, he resisted his urges. for your sake, he'd ignored them for a while. ensuring your comfort, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your waist.

in hopes of making things a bit better for you.

"you still okay?" itto questioned again, kissing down your neck to your collarbone and trailing to your chest.

the feeling of his cock nestled deep in you made you feel full - almost overwhelmed in a way.

for a while, the closest you've gotten with itto as far as sex went, was simply you receiving head or him fingering you. or even mutual masturbation.

and for a while, you understood why he never actually fucked you during the masturbation between you two. he was big - it wasn't a surprise, but it was intimidating first-hand.

but, it only made you even more curious for the experience. you were sure it'd be a bit painful, but apart from the pain, what else was there to be so afraid of?

after addressing your concerns with itto.. it was needless to say he was onboard. though, he was still worrisome regardless.

"want me to move?" he questioned, somewhat getting needy. he looked at you softly, red eyes looking at you with adoration.

you nod, watching him reposition himself. his larger hands gripped your waist softly, yet firmly, as he slowly drew himself out and back in.

he watched your expression closely as you watched his dick reappear for a moments time before delving back into your cunt.

your head fell back as you exhaled from the feeling of being full again.

itto pulled your body closer to his, upping his pace by a little bit. "this good?"

"faster," you tell him lowly. "jus' a little."

his eyes soften at your request, following through. a smile grew when he felt you clench around him, pretty noises flowing from your mouth.

your mind began to spiral, sometimes wondering how you went from such a soft, caring moment to him plowing your body into the mattress.

face pushed into a pillow, you practically screamed as he plowed his cock deep into your poor cunt, hitting a specific spot that sent you into orbit each and every time.

and with each orgasm you had, you got louder and louder.

he flipped your body over, your back against the mattress as he continued to fuck you through your next orgasm.

you'd lost count of how many there were.

"gonna cum.." itto huffed quietly, just loud enough for you to hear him.

your eyes brightened at the confession.

though, you quickly frowned when you felt him begin to pull out. clenching over him, you noticed he stopped abruptly at the feeling.

"no.." itto mumbled, hands shaking around your waist. "baby, loosen up for me," he told you, looking at you expectantly.

you shook your head, arms reaching for his face. you brought his face close to yours and softly kissed him.

"baby, m' gonna cum," he whined, straining himself with all his might not to cum.

"cum in me," you tell him, wrapping your legs around his hips. "cum inside."

you could swear the way itto looked at you changed the moment you said that. it almost looked like a primal drive had taken over.

and before you knew it, he was pounding into you once again. he looked at you intently before throwing his head back from pleasure as he approached his climax.

looking back down at you, pink flushed his cheeks as his eyes took in your figure. "g'na put a pretty baby in you.." he huffed, moving one of his hands onto your belly, pressing lightly. "you'd look so pretty.."

his pupils were blown out, breath beginning to get uneven as his thrusts got lazy and lost rhythm.

biting into your shoulder, he muffled his groans as he continued to drive himself to his orgasm.

seconds later, you felt a new warmth inside you, paired with itto's mindless babbling.

fucking his cum into you, itto mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, filling you to the brim with his essence and yours combined.

it took him a while to recuperate, finally looking you in the eye again. his pupils went back to normal and his breathing steadied.

kissing over your collarbone, he thanked you for allowing him to cum inside you.

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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SWALLOW.

KINKTOBER FESTIVAL : DAY 5 → SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY.

prompt: swallow. all of it.

pairing: simon x afab!reader

rating: nsfw/smut

content warnings: public sex, oral(m receiving), throat fucking.

a/n: been craving him for who knows how long. nsfw under the cut <3

Simon was home for vacation, and while you two did usually have hot, sensual and passionate sessions when he came home, that was something you both decided to put to the side.

for the sake of your birthday.

while it would've been a nice gift, surely, he wanted to do a little something more. but whose to say he'd be opposed to the idea, either?

the two of you were out, grocery shopping. well, Simon was. you on the other hand, he took you because he wanted to buy you something while he was out.

not that he'd tell you directly - but he knew you'd likely ask for something, or if you two could to somewhere.

though, there was one thing a bit off with the whole shopping session. there was a particular distraction - you.

"lovie, could you not bend over in my face.." Simon mumbled, putting his hand around you to lean you back up. "yer dress is short enough."

you nod innocently, though, your eyes were anything but. the gaze you had with him almost seemed like that of an animal searching for what they want.

he sighed. "fuckin' vixen."

yet another nickname he had of you - vixen. the reason why was quite obvious.

continuing the shopping trip, you waited just the right moment when Simon turned around to lean over and admire a book you seemingly found interesting.

thankfully, nobody was on the same isle as you two.

"lovie.." he sighed once again.

you looked back with a hum, still bent over to admire the shelf.

you watch his eyes grow slightly wider at the position, taking in your features. "fuck." he said through a sigh, looking around to ensure nobody was near the two of you.

he felt a hard-on growing. the space in his black cargos got smaller and smaller as he felt his cock grow from the excessive blood flow.

and now, he had an angry bulge in his pants.

letting go of the cart, he walked toward you and replaced his grip onto your wrist. pulling you behind him, you faked a fight and innocence.

opening the family bathroom door, he pushed you in first, and then himself. closing the door, he locked it.

"such a slut, hm?" he mumbles, fiddling with his belt, ignoring any words that were spewing out of your pretty lips.

soon, they'd be replaced with whines and his possible children.

"on your knees." he ordered, voice low and intimidating.

he tilts his head and feigns confusion when you look at him crazy. "on your knees." he repeats.

slowly, you oblige, mouth salivating as he unbuttons his pants and takes out his cock.

thick and veiny, you licked your lips eagerly. "say aah.." he told you, watching as you open your mouth, tongue hanging out just a bit.

he slaps the tip on your tongue, watching the muscle stutter from the contact. soon, he slowly pushes his size into your mouth, stretching your mouth wider by the second.

when you have to grab his hips for support, he chuckles. tears prickle at your eyes as he bottoms out in your throat, a satisfied groan leaving his mouth.

"such a good girl, ey?" he praises, hand holding the back of your head. he hisses when he feels your throat contort around him, low chuckling coming from his mouth.

he removes his dick from your throat, only to plunge back in seconds later.

"look at you.." he mumbled, putting his thumb on your lower jaw to widen your mouth a bit. "so pretty like this."

the admiration didn't last long, though. he began fucking your throat, adorning the slight gagging sounds that rose from your throat when he hit the very back of your esophagus.

"g'na use this pretty little mouth of yers.." he huffed, fastening his speed.

you move your tongue just under his shaft, running over one particular vein that's always so sensitive. and with enough friction..

"fuckk," Simon groaned again, hips staggering. "fuck, s' good for me," a string of curses and praise made their way from his lips.

and soon, he felt his orgasm approach. "g'na cum, my god.." his sentences were hesitant and quiet, just barely making enough volume for you to hear.

with one more movement of your tongue, he came down your throat. your eyes widened at the feeling of his warm essence down your throat. "swallow." he demanded, watching your expression as your eyes squeezed shut as he filled your mouth to the brim. "all of it."

after a while, he moves from your throat and watches you, coughing when he pulls out.

"sorry, lovie.." he apologized, fixing his clothing before grabbing paper towels for the mess. "..can't jus tease me like that, though."

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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LOOK AT YOU!

KINKTOBER FESTIVAL : DAY 3 → KAZUHA.

prompt: you look so pretty, all whiny for me.

pairing: kazuha x afab!reader

rating: fluffy nsfw/smut

content warning(s): mirror sex, light nipple play, cockwarming and bodyworship if you squint, praise, petname(darling, dear.), nsfw under the cut!

"could you open your eyes for me, darling?" kazuha asks, keeping you in his lap as you turn your head away, an attempt to hide in his shoulder.

when you don't respond, he chuckles. softly, but firmly, he grips your chin and turns your head toward the mirror. "open those eyes, darling."

slowly, you open your eyes bit by bit. you admired yourself in the body mirror.

kazuha's cock safely and comfortably nuzzled into your cunt, his index finger toying at your cunt as he occasionally applied pressure.

just enough to get a reaction.

"don't you think you look so beautiful?" he asks, kissing against your shoulder softly. he brings his finger from your clit and allows his hands to roam your body.

lightly gripping at anything he could, playing with your thighs, lightly pinching your nipples. he chuckles when he feels you clench around him with each pinch.

"sensitive?" he inquires.

you don't have to answer - he already knows that you are.

he notices you look away again, closing your eyes and mumbling something against his shoulder.

something about a plea for him to fuck you already - but why?

"you don't like when i take my time, darling?" he questions, hands roaming every inch they can before returning his finger to your clit. "lemme adore your body.."

he adjusts your face to the mirror again, slowly pointing at your reflection in the mirror. "look at yourself darling. you look so pretty, all whiney for me. so beautiful," he kisses your cheek, wiping a tear from one of your eyes. "don't cry, look." he says, "you're so beautiful, darling."

you whimper quietly, watching his hands over your body. his slender fingers explore each and every corner he possibly can.

"kazuha," you say meekly, "i love you."

he kisses your cheek sweetly. "i love you too, darling. love you a lightyear and more."

he tilts your head slightly to kiss you. finger returning to your bud, he kisses you softly and passionately, almost not to overwhelm you.

with the stimulation, your cunt clenches around his shaft. you felt an orgasm approach - just needed a little more stimulation. a little more friction.

lightly, you began to grind your hips onto his, noticing his hand moving from your chin to your waist, encouraging you. "kept you waiting too long, i see?" he sighs, fixing your positions as you two stood together, your back against his chest and an arm around your stomach to ensure you don't go anywhere. "that's fine, dear. i'll give you what you'd please now."

kazuha set a slow and steady pace, keeping you close to him as he thrusted up into you. finally feeling more friction, you moan lightly.

slowly, his pace was set from soft and slow to fast and deep, bending you over against the mirror as your hands left marks he would later wipe away.

"kazuha!" you moan loudly, voice barely overpowering the sound of his skin hitting yours paired with his string of curses and praises.

"c'mon, darling. cum on me, make a mess of me, will you?" he coaxed, stretching his arm to play with your needy nub once again. "show me how much this pussy loves me."

his thrusts got sloppier by the minute as your moans got more evident and louder.

"g'na cum!" you moan, throat feeling dry as you continue moaning and crying out.

"cum on me, darling." he kisses the back of your shoulder blades, his thrusts getting harder my the minute. he was growing close as well. "cum with me, k?"

by the intensity of your moans, he takes it as an agreement and proceeds to fasten his pace. both of your orgasms reach an ultimate high, your essence mixing as he fucks you through yours while calming down from his own.

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DONT BE SHY !

characters: kazuha, and xiao

warnings: praise(kazuha’s), degrading (xiao), reader is female bodied, smut and i think thats it. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: things they would say to you in the bedroom~

KAZUHA -- “let it out for me baby..thats it.”

“kazuha, please..” you whined, watching as your boyfriend slid his dick in between your folds. “put it in.” you were practically begging. looking you in the eyes, kazuha slowly pushed himself into your warmth. quickly, your hand covered your mouth to hide the moan that was forming, though it was removed not a moment later. “let it out for me baby,” he groaned, pining your wrists above you, moans beginning to rush from your throat. “that’s it.” kazuha said with a satisfied sigh.

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XIAO -- “you like that, don’t you? fucking slut.”

“xiao, please slow down,” you whined, holding onto his arm for grip as he pounded your hole. “but why should i? is this not what you wanted?” he asked in a questioning tone, speeding up. a loud moan came from your mouth quickly, nails now scratching at his back. he scoffed unimpressed. “you like that, don’t you?” you began seeing stars, practically nodding onto anything you heard from him. grinning, he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. “fucking slut.”

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ー# GOJO, whose being a big baby over receiving his own medicine. only moments ago, he was teasing you about being sensitive and overstimulated from his cock. and now, he's squirming the same way under your touch? its cocky, arrogant, even. how confident he can be before being put in his place. before being overstimulated and edged to the point of combusting. how he'd tease, and tease, rubbing it in your face about how sensitive you happen to be, only to cry whenever you don't let him cum for an hour.

"oh, come on!" you feign disappointment. "it's only been.. an hour and thirty minutes. even i can last longer than that!" you say, your tone degrading as you watch him fight against his twitching body, his cock red and angry from the constant teasing. "d.. don't get cocky." he retaliates. "i'm f-fine." you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "are you?" you run your hand loosely along his shaft, watching him and his cock twitch at the slight touch. "you don't seem 'fine' to me, Satoru." you say, eyeing his raging tip, giving it small kitten licks as your eyes watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw slacked open. "i haven't even truly gotten started yet." you say again, taking all of him into your mouth, ego boosting when he cums almost instantaneously, hips rising from the bed as he finally gets his release. one hand gripping your hair, while the other squeezes the bed sheets beneath him, a spew of random curses tangled with your name flowing off his tongue.

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cyxnidx · 5 months

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MY ADDICTION !

character: sukuna x curvy!black reader

genre: a little bit of everything - some headcanons + scenarios of a teensy bit of fluff, brainrot, & some smut

a/n: decided to start makin' some black fics.

sukuna, who absolutely adores you, he might not show it, but he does. wholeheartedly.

sukuna, who often has his own way of showing you his affection.

you feel a pluck on the top of your head, looking over and seeing sukuna looking down at you, a smile on his face despite being met with confusion. "why?" "why not."

sukuna, who adores your earthy style with your coconut and vanilla scents.

sukuna watches as you finish rubbing lotion into your arms, smiling when you walk past him for your gel and he gets hit by a fresh coconut and vanilla scent. "you smell delicious." he compliments, watching as you sit in your chair in front of your vanity. still focused on your edges, you let a small smirk appear. "thank you." he hums before responding, letting his chin rest on his palm. "do you taste the same, too?" and with that, your smirk grows. "come find out."

sukuna, who finds the most peace with his hands against your hips and his face stuffed into the side of your neck.

"what the fuck." you say with a sigh. you've been in the kitchen with your boyfriends head in the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing soft circles into your waist while you cook. except, the foods done - and sukuna has yet to move. "what is it?" he asks as he feigns innocence. you look at him when he raises his face to look at you. "do you wanna eat or not nigga?" after your words register in his mind, a knowing smirk crosses his face.

whether that be while he's hugging you, or hitting it from the back.

"where all that attitude go? hmm?" sukuna questions behind you, face still buried in the crook of your neck, except the sensation of him massaging shapes into your waist was replaced with his cock pounding into your cunt from your mouth. "had all that mouth .. where it go, huh?" he prompts again, thrusts getting sloppier.

sukuna, who doesn't mind spending a couple hundred to help you keep your hair under control.

"go ahead, princess." sukuna says, twisting a curl of your hair around his finger after handing you $500. he leans down, mouth right by your ear. "go get somethin' pretty done so i can fuck it up again."

sukuna, who loves to see you dressed in white, and the way the color radiates off your skin almost perfectly.

sukuna, who can't ever get over your cooking.

"eating good, ain't you baby?" you ask sweetly, watching sukuna scarf down a thanksgiving meal you'd made for the holiday. the sight of him eating, as if it were his very last or very first meal, put a smile on your face. finishing his plate, he placed his utensils down, a toothy grin painting his face. "best i've ever had mamas."

sukuna, who loves watching you do your hair while it's out, watching mindlessly while you style your curls & lay your edges with precision.

sukuna, who loves your occasional attitude every once in a while.

"oh, and what's the matter?" sukuna asks, watching you roll your eyes once again. "you actin' like you don't got no sense 'bout what i'm saying sukuna." you say, damn near starting to yell at the man in front of you. though, he had a knowing smirk on his face. not because he found this amusing, but because you're the only person with enough guts to so much as breathe near him with any attitude.

sukuna, who commonly calls you an addiction, simply because once he got a hit?.. he couldn't help but want more.

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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DADDY'S LITTLE BOY !

characters: dad!gojo & dad!nanami

contents: just fluff + headcanons of them with sons

a/n: trying to stay positive despite the damage we've been given lately lol

Gojo

dad!gojo, who teleports with his little boy everywhere, laughing when he gets dizzy.

"ready?" satoru asks, smiling with his little boy as he nods. "and poof!" he says, making a popping sound with his lips as he and his son appear in front of the store. "woah.." the small boy mumbles, almost falling off balance.

dad!gojo, who tells his little boy all the cool stories of his job.

"daddy! daddy! what'd you do today?" the small boy runs toward his father, eyes sparkling in excitement. "why, hello to you too, buddy."

dad!gojo, who'd occasionally let his teenager come with him to meet his students and see his job for himself.

dad!gojo, who's making sure he analyzes everything about his little boy to take care of his cursed tech.

dad!gojo, who always keeps his toddler giggling.

"ooo~" satoru makes a small noise before removing his glasses from his little boys eyes, grinning when he begins to coo from excitement. "cool, isn't it?" satoru boasts.

dad!gojo, who laughs when he notices his little boy picking up his sass and playful behavior.

satoru sat in the living room with his son, listening to his middle schooler boy tell him about his day. "..and then some girl came up to me and told me that i was 'sassy for a boy' and i'm like.. well you're bulky for a girl your age but you don't see me complaining??" satoru bursts out in laughter, watching his son put a hand on his hip sassily.

dad!gojo, who's amazed to find his little boy running out the house to him when he could swear the toddler was crawling earlier.

Nanami

dad!nanami, who almost has a panic attack seeing his little boy attempt to lift his cursed weapon.

"oh!-" nanami says, gently grabbing his little boys hand as he retrieves the cursed weapon. "now, how'd you get your hands on this? hm?" nanami questions, smiling as his toddler giggles mischievously.

dad!nanami, who can't help but smile hearing his boy exclaim that he's gonna be 'just like daddy'.

dad!nanami, who lifts his kid over his shoulders while walking with him.

"i can't see.." the small boy pouts, looking up at his father during a local parade. smiling, nanami lifts the boy up and over his shoulders. "can you see now?"

dad!nanami, who can't help but hold his little boy after seeing him cry from worrying.

"you took too long, dad!" the small boy cries, arms wrapped around his fathers neck as nanami holds him close. "i was worried! you scared me." he whines more. "i know, i know. i'm sorry, buddy." nanami apologizes, wiping his kids tears with his thumb.

dad!nanami, who swears to protect his little boy with all he has.

dad!nanami, who brings his little boy anywhere he wants.

dad!nanami, who turns to a laughing fit when he sees his son dressed as him for halloween.

"daddy, daddy!" the boy calls for his father, running from the hallway and into the living room with you following close behind. "look! guess who i am!" he tempts. nanami smiles gently before chuckling a bit, looking at you lovingly. "who are you, buddy?" "you, silly!" the small boy laughs, feeling as proud as ever with his little costume.

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