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FROTHING AT THE MOUTH 😍🙌

Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3

“You,” His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. “I’ve been watching you.” Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?

He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair.

It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in – yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was – of course – a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. That’s when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. “What are you?” He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another.

Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance you’d yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? You’d been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. “Are you not the demon king?” You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzan’s brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though.

When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. “Here I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.” You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him.

“I can smell you,” He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldn’t quite distinguish what he was looking at. “You assault my senses, it’s driving me mad. There’s something different about you.” Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. “You smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?” His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger.

You do not yield in holding his gaze. “I am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.” 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your father’s lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you.

Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. “You are human and demon?” Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? “You are radiant.” He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt.

Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if he’ll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldn’t. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. “Are you going to take me away from this place?” You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick.

Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. “No.” He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you.

“No? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasn’t gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like he’d ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.

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The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldn’t contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush.

It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons.

You worked under a beautiful tayū and you could tell… she wasn’t human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadn’t reached out for the sake of commonality, you didn’t think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant.

Muzan’s brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasn’t safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining – but you weren’t human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you weren’t only his.

He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. “Ah, YN, I’ve been looking for you.” The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears.

You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. “Yes Okaasan?” You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink.

“You wouldn’t mind doing me a favor would you?” She uses the word favor like you’d have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. It’s like she thinks you’re some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand.

You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except ‘yes Okaasan’ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that.

Her eyes gleam. “Thank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.” She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldn’t be headed into one of these rooms, you weren’t even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzō.

She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. “You are very blessed my dear, one of our chūsan is interested in you.” She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you.

The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. “Mmm, you’re a lot older than I thought.” The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. “But you’ll do.” He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. “Why don’t you come a little closer?” He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him.

He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. “You smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.” He growls. “I like your natural…musk.” Oh Gods did this man – who probably has a wife and children – just compliment how you smell when you’ve been working all day? “What do you like about me?” What a loaded question.

You smile, one that shuts your eyes – if he saw the look in your eyes he’d be sure to know you were lying when you said, “I appreciate your generosity.” You bow your head and the man laughs heartily.

His tongue darts out to coat his lips. “I can be more generous if you’d like?” He moves himself closer to you. “I was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.” Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. “Whad’ya say, darling?” He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadn’t been given the time to answer him.

You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you don’t miss the way the man before you lunges for you. He’s panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. You haven’t serviced me, whore.” He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. “Look at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?” He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but it’s like he’s infused with superhuman strength. “I’m gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,” His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. “I’m going to kill you.” His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier.

A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. No… he wasn’t. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fucker’s head off. You want to scream – but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck – if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life.

He tears your yukata to shred, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.

Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not just…any blood. “YN,” He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? He needed to find you or he feared the worst. “I need to go.” He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs, and rushing down the hall until he’s in front of a private room. He’s sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body.

Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesn’t have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was.

The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. “YN, no, no please don’t die.” You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, and…God the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldn’t be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasn’t sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?

With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. You’re panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger.

It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadn’t felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cunt into your pretty tight pussy.

“I should’ve never left you.” He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap.

“Then don’t leave me now.” You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. “Take me, my Lord.” He smirks, holding onto your thighs.

He hums, enjoying the way you’re bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. “Mmm, such a smart girl.” A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until – it doesn’t. You’ve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. “Welcome home,” Muzan’s pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap.

You tilt your head, peeking at him. “I’ve never liked pants,” You mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing.

“And why is that?” He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and it’s a wretched thought. “Aheh,” He swipes at the crest of your breast.

“H-hard to get off.” Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but he’s too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure.

He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. “Such an eager kitten,” He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. “You want me bare that badly?” All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that you’re laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. “I can promise you I have a similar urgency.” He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesn’t make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin.

Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldn’t help himself. “What a fucking view.” He growls.

Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. “O-oh my God, f’ck, ngh.” With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body.

Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldn’t get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you – your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. “Look at how fucking wet your cunt is.” His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. “Ahhh, shit,” You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched.

Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didn’t make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness.

The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while – as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit – your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high.

“You did such a good job my sweet,” Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. “That’s it. Prefect. You’re so perfect.” He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples.

Though you feel like you’ve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. “M-more,” You gasp. “I feel so empty my Lord.” You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzan’s eyes widen. He hadn’t intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasn’t rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. He’s… nervous, which isn’t like the demon king. He’s so eager to please you. Make sure you’re comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth.

“You’re practically begging me.” He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. “Such a filthy slut. You’re already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.” His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly.

Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell it’s doing something for him. “Please, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.”

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “As you wish my Queen.” He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours.

Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Shhh, you can take it.” You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. “Ah ah ah, you’re not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.” Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans.

He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. “Ahhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!”

Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. “Yeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.” He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval.

“Nnnggh, s’good, f’ckin’ me s’good.” You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Not yet my love, I want you to watch.” He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back.

You’re straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. “Mmm, harder.” You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips.

“Use your manners.” He teases, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please fuck me harder.” You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction.

Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. “You like it when I do that?” He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.

Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. “F’ck, haa haa hnngh,” You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm.

“Cum all over my cock, fuck,” Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesn’t want to pull out – for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you – and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you.

This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. “We should get married.” He blurts out.

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bigmantiddys · 1 year ago

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I am NOT ready for infinity castle arc...why would they do this to us 🤧✋️

#demon slayer #muzan kibutsuji #tanjiro kamado #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #akaza #douma #kokoshibu

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bigmantiddys · 1 year ago

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Is it so bad to ask for a white-haired man with a mask to do me...🤧✋️

#naruto #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #naruto x reader #genshin fluff #rambles #kakashi x me #i want to do kakashi so bad its not even funny

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bigmantiddys · 1 year ago

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speaks for itself

I no no wanna:(

#genshin fluff #genshin impact #rambles #genshin #naruto x reader #naruto #genshin x reader #lyney x reader

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bigmantiddys · 1 year ago

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YESSS PREACH 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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AHHGH C.AI IS DOWN -💥

when is it not 😒

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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Man, ain't nothing like getting off the bus after some little kids start swinging LMAO

#rambles #school #what?#i hate school #swinging #fights #genshin #justin bieber #josh hutcherson

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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😍

!! 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄

❛ Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

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Girl, I'm gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow

You just put your lips together and you come real close

Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby?

Here we go

Whistle, baby, whistle, baby

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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Changed my layout and all that good stuff! I haven't been having the ideas for writing as much and no motivation to finish anything LMAO. If yall got any requests I'll take any at this point LMAO

#rambles #genshin impact #no motivation #im going to kms #i cant write #messy layouts #genshin

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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I've become a victim

#rambles #spam bots #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin xiao #genshin venti #genshin x y/n #genshin kaeya

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bigmantiddys · 2 years ago

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could you do smut prompt 22 w/Neuvillette where he's the one getting walked in on?

I have just the thing for you Anon! I wrote this very fast, it inspired me!

Pairing: Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, walking in, size kink, handjob, praise, fingering, tail use, biting

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: Things like this are what get's rid of writing block.

22. "Don’t you know how to knock?!”

Despite being his lover Neuvillette rarely slept in the same room as you when ever you were at an inn. You chocked it up to him being too much of a gentleman to ask you to sleep with him, afraid of how it would sound. The only time you've seen him in any state of undress was for bathing and the rare occasion where you slept in the same bed. You wanted tonight to be one of those rare nights.

It was your mistake that you didn't knock. In your defense you were so used to seeing him in his judge uniform that you never thought you'd walk in on him changing, fully naked still, right in the middle of pulling his pants up. "Don't you know how to knock?!" His turn wasn't fast enough to hide his big cock and neither were his hands going to cover it. The red tips of his ears peaked past his long white hair, telling you that he was just as flustered as you, if not more because he was the one being walked in on.

"Sorry! I just... wanted to sleep with you tonight. Would... that be okay?" He didn't turn to face you but you heard him hum in agreement. He was quick to get into his bed, hiding his face away from yours in embarrassment. Without saying a word you joined him. Anything you did say would only embarrass him more, you knew he didn't like showing himself much.

Minutes seemed like hours with the amount of tension in the room. You'd seen each other naked before but you'd never done anything sexual past grinding. Neuvillette always stopped it before it went too far, even if that meant that he had to leave with a quite embarrassing cum stain on the front of his pants.

"I... don't mean to be rude but your cock is kind of... poking against me." Such hardness and size was getting hard to ignore, wetness pooling between your own legs now too.

"Yes, this is what happens why you sleep next to me, it's why I usually wear armor. It helps hide it a bit more." You tried to turn around but his arms tightened against you, "Please don't look."

For some reason you felt rather brave tonight, "I won't look, but can I touch?" You moaned when his cock twitched against your ass in response. Silence hung in the air, you thought you messed up and that he'd tell you to leave, but instead Neuvillette took your hand and wrapped it around his cock. "It's so warm, and so hard in my hand."

"I want to touch you too." He nibbled on your ear, sharp teeth making you wetter, his hand pulling your nightgown up and pushing two fingers into your panties, spreading your slick pussy juices around, "Are you this wet from feeling me? Or was this... I thought I smelled something sweet upon your arrival. So it was your arousal."

You tightened your grip on his cock, your fingers shy of touching now that you had him in your hand. Unsure how he liked it best you started with small strokes, down and up, rolling his cum over your palm and his tip and pushing it down to his balls. Neuvillette sighed against your neck, his hair falling over his cheek, tickling your body. Slowly his fingers spread your pussy open and slid inside you, no resistance at all. That's how wet you were for him.

"Don't squeeze me so much, you'll make a mess. More then you already have." Neuvillette's hand cupped over your pussy, the warm palm pressed against your clit and grinding up and down with the in and out motion of his fingers.

Warm cum spread across your fingers, it made it so much easier to move your hand how you wanted, "You're one to talk." You gasped when his hand pressed you against him, you could feel the length of his cock and his cum against your back, "Hold on, I can do it like this." But he could still finger you, he didn't want to stop now, not with your cunt so tight around his digits.

"Let's fix that shall we?" He pressed a kiss below your ear, then his lips were on your mouth as you found yourself on your back. He was still on his side, looking from his hand to yours, the way your legs opened up further now that you were on your back, "Better now isn't it?"

You didn't trust your voice but that was fine, your lips on his would convey your feelings just fine. And your hand on his hard cock even more. The two of you finally found a nice pace that worked for you both, yours faltering every time he curled his long fingers inside you and pressed against your front wall. Neither of you could keep your hips still, his pumping his cock into your hand, yours riding his fingers for all they were worth. All the noises you made for each other made you want to come so bad.

"I love looking at you. I never would have imagine anyone could look so heavenly, much less that you'd be so wonderfully receptive and... lewd." A third finger started circling your opening, "I want to see you stretched to your limit. You need to be able to take all of me, think of this a practice okay? So I don't hurt you in the future."

The soft whispers made it easier for you to relax enough to be able to take a third, but not without slight pain. Looking at his cock though, this kind of practice is necessary. Now all three of his fingers were curling, hitting your spot perfectly, making it hard for you to focus on your task at hand.

Neuvillette knew you were close by not just by the tightness of your pussy but by your scent too, so potent he could almost taste it on his tongue. "Need to come. Will you do it with me love? I know you're close as well. I'm sorry if it's fast but your scent drives me insane, I'm barely able to stop myself from mounting and breeding you." His hand sped up, filling the room with squelching sounds, one bleeding into the other.

"O-Okay, just let me do something first." You changed your position again, this time facing him, his cock facing your pussy and stomach, "I want your cum all over me." The prospect of marking you sent him over the edge. Moments later he shoot his load over you, sticky and hot strings of white all over your front, on both your hands. Neuvillette pulled you close with his soft tail, cradling your back as he felt you come on his fingers, body shaking, but you knew you were safe, no matter how much you felt like you were falling and moaning and screaming out to him. "Pull me closer." All to happy to oblige his free hand rested on the top of your head.

Your cum covered hand fell over his wrist when he tried to pull out, "I can stay inside if you want. The pulsing warmth feels quite nice." A deep rumble vibrated inside his chest, you felt it so clearly, but chose not to say anything, for if you have he might turn away again to be safe from your teasing. There will be time for teasing in the morning.

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synopsis: Scaramouche, a former boxer, is struggling to make ends meet when he finds out that his estranged kid, (name), has entered into the world of robotic boxing using their own custom-built robot.

Scaramouche: purple, Nahida:green

Warnings: Scaramouche as your dad. Cussing. Light angst? G!N reader. Based off the movie, "Real steal." Characters my not be cannon. Word count: 4.2k (I got a bit silly 🤭)

A/n: this is a Real Steal AU with no other that Scaramouche! This took me forever with no motivation.

In the near future, humans have grown so dependent on technology that boxing has become a strictly automated sport. All fights are now done using robotic sparring partners, which are controlled by the fighters from outside the ring. The sport has become so popular that it's now televised all over the world, and the best robotic boxers have become celebrities in their own right.

As you was walking with Nahida, who was a friend of your father's, you noticed that she was a unique individual. She seemed to have a special place in my father's heart, and you could easily imagine him speaking highly of her.

"I'm Nahida," she said with a warm smile as she greeted me. "I'm pretty sure your father told me about you. (Name) right?"

You immediately felt a connection to Nahida as she spoke your name, and you was excited to have the opportunity to spend time with someone who was close to my father. Her mention of his name brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, as though you was in good hands with her.

As you walked with Nahida, you noticed a large metal garage in the distance. It was almost like a warehouse, filled with scraps and pieces of metal scattered around. You couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder as you made your way towards it. When they drew closer, you couldn't help but ask, "What's with all the metal? I know my dad was in the fighting business for a while. Do you guys make robots? I didn't know you guys were into robot boxing!"

Nahida smiled kindly at your questions and replied, "Well, that's exactly what we do here. This is an underground robot fighting league. We create robots that are designed to fight each other for entertainment. It's much more popular than human boxing, and it's just as thrilling to watch and much safer for the fighters."

As Nahida and I approached the garage, the sound of punching and grunting grew louder, echoing through the space. The smell of metal and oil hung in the air, making me feel as though I was in a completely different world. When we finally arrived at the door, my excitement to see inside only grew stronger.

I reached for the door handle, eager to push it open and see inside. With a loud, creaky sound, it opened just enough for us to squeeze through. Once inside, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of someone practicing with a punching bag. The sounds of chains rattling and punches landing echoed throughout the garage, creating a tense atmosphere that I couldn't help but find myself drawn to.

"Hey, scaramouche! We're here!" As Nahida let out a loud, echoing yell, the punching sounds came to a sudden halt in the large, empty garage. The voice of a man could be heard, calling out from what sounded like the other side of the space, "Hold on Nahida, I got to clean myself up!"

You and Nahida After walking through the large, empty garage, I began to investigate my surroundings, taking in the various sights and sounds. As I walked with Nahida, I spotted a large metal closet on the other side of the space. It was a huge, imposing structure with a sense of mystery about it.

Curious, I made my way towards it, my hand running along the metal surface as I walked. When I finally arrived, I began to search for the handle, hoping to see what was hidden away behind the doors.

Finally, you found the handle and gripped it tightly with both hands. With a heavy creak, the metal doors opened slowly, revealing a big, tall, blueish gray robot. My eyes widened with excitement at the sight, and I couldn't wait to explore further.

"Wow." You whispered to yourself, Moving closer to the robot, you ran your hands along its metal surface, feeling the cold, smooth texture of the metal under your fingertips. As you explored the robotic body, you couldn't help laugh how it was kinds ugly. It's face was a bit missed placed and it's eyes where two different sizes.

As you were carefully exploring the metallic body of the robotic figure, you became lost in thought, your mind drifting to a place of sheer wonder. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your musing by a loud, ominous gear-grinding sound, and you looked up in time to see the robot coming to life.

As the robot turned on and began to move towards you at a fast pace, you let out a shrill scream and stumbled backwards, your legs failing to find purchase on the slick floor. You fell hard, landing on your back with a loud crunch, your breath knocked out of you by the impact.

The robot continued to move, its metallic feet striking the floor with a heavy thump as it advanced. As it drew nearer, you could see that the robot's face had taken on a menacing, almost sentient appearance, its eyes glowing with a red light that seemed to pierce the very depths of your soul.

You were still recovering from your fall, your body shaking with fear, when you heard a deep, hearty laugh. Turning towards the source of the noise, you saw a short, pale-ish man with a peculiar appearance. He had indigo hair that covered his ears, and his eyes were rimmed with bold red eyeliner.

You looked on in shock as the strange man stood next to Nahida, both of them shaking their heads and apparently trying not to laugh. The man saw your distress and put a hand on your shoulder, his touch oddly reassuring. "It's okay, kid. It was just a joke," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I didn't mean to scare you."

As you stood there, trying to process what had just happened, you noticed Nahida had gone straight into mom mode, wagging her finger at the man and telling him off. "Don't you lie to me, Scaramouche. I know you did it on purpose!" she declared.

Scaramouche, who had been standing there with a somewhat sheepish expression on his face, looked up at Nahida and sighed. "Okay, okay, you got me," he said with a mischievous grin. "I couldn't resist messing with you a little bit."

You couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight of Nahida and Scaramouche bantering back and forth, and you started to feel a little more at ease. You turned to Scaramouche and thanked him for the laugh, even though it did almost give you a full-on heart attack.

"No problem, kid," Scaramouche said with a wink. "I'm always here for a good time. And if you ever need any help getting over that scare, just let me know. I've got some tricks up my sleeve that could help."

You stood up off the ground and brushed off your clothes. You then held you hand out to Scaramouche. "It's good to finally see you dad Given that you never took the time to come see me." You said sharply.

Scaramouche looked surprised by your words, but he took your hand and shook it firmly. "I'm sorry. I know I've been distant, but I promise things will be different now,"

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment at his words, the memories of his absence and neglect coming back to you. You pulled your hand away from his and stepped back, the anger clear in your voice.

"It's not just that, Dad," you said sharply. "You've never been there for me, not when I needed you the most. All you've ever done is leave me alone to figure things out for myself. It's like you don't even care."

You swiftly brushed off the topic as you didn't come all the way here to yell at your dad. You were sent by your mother and stepfather because you had gotten into some trouble and they wanted you to be sent to your dad for him to deal with you. It wasn't the way you had planned to meet your father, but you were determined to make the most of the situation nonetheless.

You turned to Scaramouche and asked, "So, this robot, what's his name? Won any matches?" Scaramouche shook his head and replied, "Wouldn't you like to know, dork. His name is Ambush, and no, he hasn't been in combat yet."

You looked up at your dad and rolled your eyes. "He looks like a piece of shit. He's all rusted up, dad," you said, your tone showing your impatience with the whole situation.

Scaramouche bristled at your words, his expression hardening. "Ambush is a work in progress, and he will be fully restored in time."

You glared at your dad, but knew better than to push your luck. "Fine," you said, crossing your arms again. "But if he's so great, then why haven't you put him in combat yet?"

Scaramouche sighed, clearly annoyed by your attitude. "Because he's still a prototype, and I want to make sure he's ready before I put him in harm's way. Is that clear?"

Scaramouche shook his head, clearly frustrated by your attitude. "I didn't ask you to like him," he said. "I just want you to show some respect."

You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything more, realizing that your dad was not going to waver from his stance. You watched Ambush carefully, still not fully trusting of the robot, but decided to reserve your judgment until you saw him in action.

You turned to Scaramouche and asked him, "Hey, how are Ambush's controls? Does he know the commands?"

Scaramouche nodded his head, and as he did, you could see the pride and enthusiasm in his eyes. "Yeah, he knows some. But he doesn't have shadow mode yet. We're still working on that."

You couldn't help but feel disappointed that Ambush didn't have shadow mode yet, but you weren't surprised, given his rusty appearance. Despite your reservations, you were still curious to see what he was capable of. As Scaramouche walked over to a desk with tools and a headset, you followed him, eager to see what he had in mind.

You were eager to see Ambush in action and asked Scaramouche if he could show you some of the commands. He nodded, and together, the two of you walked over to Ambush.

Scaramouche put on the headset and said loudly, "Right-hook uppercut!" You watched in amazement as Ambush responded to the command, first throwing a quick jab, followed by an uppercut that was so powerful it sent a wave of dust and dirt flying from the floor.

"Hmm, not bad, dad," you said with a tone that sounded slightly impressed. Scaramouche felt a wave of pride wash over him as you spoke, and he couldn't help but beam with excitement. "You know, I'm just good like that," he said with a grin, his ego clearly inflated.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his cocky attitude, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the skills he'd displayed. You were impressed by the fact that he was able to bring Ambush to life and had created something so impressive, even if it was just a prototype. "Well, that's cool. I've been planning on making my own," you said, crossing your arms and trying to show off. Scaramouche looked down at you and put his hands on his hips, his cocky grin clearly showing. "Well, that's cool. How come you haven't yet?"

You immediately felt defensive and a little bit embarrassed. "Well, I don't necessarily need to have tools or money to make one. And my mom won't let me," you admitted, sheepishly.

Scaramouche let out a chuckle as you glared up at him, and you felt a little bit annoyed. "What's so funny?" you asked him, crossing your arms.

He just rolled his eyes at you in response. "Your mom never was into this kind of stuff, you know? She always thought it was a waste of time," he said.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Really? She always told me that you were always blowing your money on boxing."

Scaramouche's face shifted from amusement to annoyance, and you could see it in his eyes. "Let's talk about anything else other than me and your mother," he said with a demanding voice.

You couldn't help but feel a little bit curious about why he was getting upset and decided to walk closer to him. "Why? Is she right? Did you only care about fighting and the robots?" you asked him, wondering what had caused the sudden shift in his mood.

Scaramouche walked over to you and got close to your face, his eyes glaring. "Listen, kid," he snapped at you. "I'm not talking about this anymore. If you have a grudge, it's not my problem. It's your own fault that you were sent here for your own stupidity," he said, his voice dripping with anger.

You felt your heart quicken as you saw the rage in his eyes, and you took a small step backwards, trying to put some distance between the two of you. You weren't sure what had caused this sudden turn in his mood, but you knew that it wasn't a good sign.

You rolled your eyes at Scaramouche's words, feeling your anger rising within you. You wanted to reply back to him, to tell him how you really felt, but you knew that it would only make the situation worse. So instead, you just pulled away and said, "Fine, I'll shut up."

As you walked away, you felt Nahida step in and take your hand, offering to show you where you were going to sleep. You were grateful for her kindness and her willingness to help, and you gladly accepted her offer.

You and Nahida walked off together, leaving scaramouche behind. You felt your shoulders relax a little bit, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

Nahida put her hand on your back and led you out of the garage to a staircase, saying, "Just up the stairs and the 2nd door to the left. If you need anything just let me know alright?" You felt grateful for her kindness and nodded your head,

Nahida watched you walk up the stairs to your room, making sure that you were safely inside before turning to talk to Scaramouche. She lifted herself onto the side of the trailer and sat down next to him, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"So," she said, her voice soft and low. "How are things between you and (name)?"Scaramouche didn't look at her, instead his focus remained on the headset in his hand. "Things are fine," he said bluntly.

Nahida raised an eyebrow. "Fine?" she asked, a note of skepticism in her voice. "That isn't what I saw."

Scaramouche let out a heavy sigh. "It doesn't Matter," he said. "Besides, I'm not here to talk about my relationship with my kid."

Nahida didn't back down, but she felt a sense of respect for him. "Okay, then what's on your mind?"He took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"Things with my kid, just aren't going the way I had hoped. They've got a lot of anger and grudges that they aren't willing to let go of. And that means that we're not going to be able to work well as a team."

"The kid is going to learn one way or another to shut up.” Nahida listened carefully to Scaramouche's words, her mind racing as she tried to come up with the right response. She couldn't deny that there was some truth in what he had said, but she also knew that there was more to the story.

"You may be right, Scaramouche," she said thoughtfully. "But you have to remember that (name) hasn't had a dad to teach them the things they need to know. They've been stuck in the city with their mom and step-dad, and that can't have been easy for them."

Nahida knew that Scaramouche had his own struggles, and she didn't want to invalidate his feelings or experiences. But she also knew that he had a responsibility to his child, and she wanted to make sure that he understood that.

"I know it's not easy," Nahida continued. "But as the adult in this situation, it's up to you to set an example for (name). That means being patient, understanding, and supportive, even when it's difficult.

Scaramouche let out a heavy sigh, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over him. "Fine," he said, looking up at Nahida.

Nahida smiled back at him, a warm and caring smile that made his heart swell. "Now that's the Scaramouche I know. You've got this."

Nahida nodded, feeling happy to see him making progress. "I think that's a great idea. And don't forget to let them know that you love them, too. That's the most important thing."

Scaramouche signs and rests his head in his grease stained hands. “Ah, you're right Nahida.” Without missing a beat, Nahida jumps off the trailer with grace and lands softly back on the ground. "I know!" she says, giving Scaramouche a big smile.

He looks up at her, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement. "You don't have to rub it in," he says, rolling his eyes.

Nahida laughs, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "I can't help it if I'm always right," she says, her voice full of playful sass.

Scaramouche shakes his head, but he can't help the small smirk that lifts the corners of his lips. Nahida's sense of humor always manages to catch him off guard, and he finds himself enjoying the banter more than he'd care to admit.

With a shrug, he turns back to his headset, but not before casting a last glance at Nahida as she takes her leave.

With a heavy sigh, you make your way to your room, the familiar weight of your small bags weighing down on your shoulders. You push open the door with a gentle creak, careful to keep the noise to a minimum. As you step inside, you're immediately struck by the stark contrast to the busy bustle of the outside world. The room is barren, save for a small bed, plain white walls, and a single window.

"Well, this is something," you whisper to yourself as you step inside, taking in the blankness of the space. "At least I've got a roof over my head," you add, trying to remain positive.

You set your small bags down on the floor, careful not to make too much noise. The room is already quiet, and you don't want to disturb anyone. As you take a seat on the bed, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You had hoped for something a little more cozy and personalized, but you'll take what you can get for now.

You sit there for a few moments, taking in the silence and the emptiness of the room. It's not what you were expecting, but it's all you have for now. You'll just have to make the most of it and hope that things improve in the future.

You stand up and walk over to the small desk, taking in the few personal items that have been left behind. On the desk, there's a small collection of photos and mementos. Among them, there's a picture of you as a baby, snuggled cozy in your mother's arms. Another photo catches your eye- it's of your mom and dad together, smiling at the camera.

As you look through the pictures, you start to feel a twinge of emptiness in your chest. You're not used to having so little to distract you from your thoughts, and the pictures only seem to magnify your feelings of loneliness.

Among the photos, you spot a picture of you and your dad playing boxing. You recognize it fondly, remembering the playful banter and punches that you and your dad used to exchange. You pick up the picture and hold it close, reliving the moment in your mind.

As you stare at the photo, a small smile creeps across your face.

You remember throwing a few gentle punches at his cheek, and he would dramatically fall to the ground, pretending to be knocked out. You can't help but smile at the memory, laughing a little at the comicalness of it all.

Your dad was always so sweet like that, always finding ways to bring joy to those around him. He was such a loving and caring father, always there when you needed him the most. You miss him dearly, and the thought of never being able to hold him or speak to him again brings tears to your eyes.

The memory of that day when you were sick and your mom spinning you around, chanting that you were the champion, makes you feel comforted and loved. You can't help but smile as you think about that moment, your mom's words of encouragement filling your heart with happiness. It was a time of joy and love, and it's a memory that you'll always cherish.

As the knock on the door breaks your train of thought, your heart races a bit. You hurry to put the picture back on the deck and shuffle back to the bed, wondering who could be knocking on the door.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath, preparing yourself. “Come in!” you shout, your voice a little shaky.

As the door creaks open and Nahida enters the room, your heart skips a beat. You try to play it cool, but you can't help but feel a sense of excitement. Nahida's presence is like a breath of fresh air, and you can't help but feel drawn to her.

She sits down beside you on the bed, her warm smile and kind eyes making you feel instantly at ease. "Ahh, I'm fine," you reply with a light-hearted tone. "The old man should be the one to worry about."

Nahids chuckles at your joke, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know you're doing great, (name)." she says with a reassuring smile. "You're a strong person, and you'll get through this."

As you ask Nahida why your father didn't come for you, your voice shakes with emotion and despair. The tears you try to hold back finally release, and you feel relieved to let the tears flow.

Nahida looks at you with concern, but she knows not to interrupt your flow of emotions. Instead, she sits beside you, waiting for you to finish.

As you talk about how your mom took you back to the city, you can't help but wonder why your father never came for you. You feel angry, confused and hurt, and Nahida can see it on your face.

She reaches out to hold your hand, and you feel the warmth of her touch soothing your troubled mind. "I don't know why he didn't come for you," she says softly, her voice calming and comforting. "But I know he loves you, (name). And I know you're strong enough to make it through this."

As Nahida rubs your back, you feel a sense of comfort and warmth. The familiar feeling of her touch is reassuring and comforting, and you feel grateful to have a friend like her by your side.

She sighs and continues, "Your dad fought over your custody hard, but your mom just won. He tried everything to get to be near you, but it just wasn't able to happen."

"Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't because he spent all this time working on robots that are junk," you snap, your voice filled with anger and bitterness.

Nahida nods and looks at you with sympathy. She knows how painful it is to feel abandoned and betrayed by a parent, and she can understand the frustration and anger you must be feeling. She continues to rub your back, hoping to provide some small comfort in the midst of your pain.

“I could make better robots than him.” Your comment about how you could make better robots than your dad makes Nahida hold back a giggle, and you know it's only a matter of time before she cracks. You're used to her sense of humor and the way she can always make you laugh even in the toughest of times.

"If your dad hears you talking like this about Ambush, he might just have to fight you," she jokes, and you can't help but smile. You know your dad is extremely passionate about his robots, but the truth is that he's just not very good at making them. He spends hours working on them, but they always end up breaking down or malfunctioning in one way or another. You can't help but feel a little frustrated, knowing that he could be doing so much more with his time and energy.

Should I continue this? Please help me 💀🙏

#genshin impact.#scaramouche #light angst #comfort #Real Steal #dad Scaramouche #Nahida

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