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kkuzushi · 21 hours

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“ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!albedo x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: handjob, sensory deprivation; blindfolding & bondage, sensitive birthmark, fingering (giving), overstimulation, (sort of) public ‘sex’, no pronouns for reader

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.10k

✦ 𝗻otes: I’ve been missing this pretty boy so much, I just wanna turn him into a moaning mess. TT

Snowflakes fall gently to the ground, slowly covering the mountain with soft snow. The chilly atmosphere was more bearable now, mixed with the crackling sound of the bonfire behind you. The warmth of the fire relaxed your being, exhaustion wearing off from your body.

The stillness of the moment is accompanied with the heavy breathing of a blonde alchemist. The elegant heaving sparked your thoughts, how could someone be so beautiful just by the way their body shudders with every stroke of your hand?

“a-ah..! not so fastm-ngH! ♡” Albedo whimpered, voice cracking slightly as the speed of your hand on his cock surprised him. Despite his pleas of slowing down, his hips bucks onto your palm, wanting to receive more contact.

His head tilts back, if it wasn’t for the blindfold, you’d see the expression he has right now. The delicate appearance of his face mixed with his eyes rolling, oh it was arousing just to think about.

Alas, you have to control the temptation—depriving Albedo of sight to surprise him with every touch you give him. To add to his platter, his wrists are tied behind his back with red ropes, restricting him from breaking free of your grasp.

With his head tilted back, his pale neck was exposed, showing the four pointed star birthmark embedded to his skin. It was a wonderful sight; an eye-catching one at that.

Your head leaned down, lips making contact with his neck, directly on his birthmark. "guhAh~?!" a surprised moan left the chemist’s mouth, losing his sense of sight really leveled up the thrill of your actions.

His neck was showered with kisses, some bites here and there to mark his skin—all of it made Albedo squirm and whimper, his fingers curling inwards till his knuckles turned white.

"If you c-continue.. I'll– mmHNGH! ♡ ♡" His words were cut off as soon as he came on his work desk, making a mess on your palm. Albedo's body trembled with every cum that spilled out of him, whimpering as he tried to suppress his noises.

As he takes his time to calm down, you wipe your hand with a nearby towel before continuing with what you had in mind.

"Let's move on to phase two, shall we?" You asked rhetorically, pushing him down to the table gently, his back arching as if on command. Your hands reached down, caressing the supple skin of his ass.

Albedo laid half his body on the work desk, still breathing quite heavily after his release. The caresses on his rear was comforting to say the least, despite the fact that he can't really know your intentions for the next phase of the experiment.

"‘bedo," you cooed his name, "how many fingers am I holding?" a smile on your lips, it was unseeable but he could hear it directly from your tone.

The question confused him though, he was wearing a blindfold, how would he know?

"What exactly do you mean? I can't se– nghAH–!"

"How many fingers?"

"T-two.."

Two fingers were inserted in his puffy hole, it was tight and wet. You took your time playing around him, eliciting gasps out of his pretty mouth. His ass stays up in the air, slowly going back and forth into your fingers, squelching sounds coming out of it.

Your fingers reach deeper within his walls, causing a breathy whine out of him. A sudden thrust, hitting his prostate, the whine turns to a louder moan. His back arching as your finger curls inwards, his mouth hangs open as you continue ramming the squishy spot.

The alchemist's head throws back as he starts salivating on his desk, legs trembling as he tries to stay sane from the amount of sheer pleasure he's getting from your fingers alone.

Another finger was added, abusing his wet hole before he let out a soft cry, "I'm.. mngh–! gonna cum..! ♡" Cock twitching while ropes of cum shoots out, back arching sharply with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His entire body flinched as his orgasm lasted for a minute or two, finding the trouble of calming down.

A mere touch on his body causes him to flinch, he’s so sensitive that a slight brush of your fingertips could make him whimper. You grab his left thigh, lifting it up and placing it on the desk, “We’re getting to the end of this experiment,” you hummed.

The anticipation makes him weak, with one leg lifted up, you can see his cock. He was still hard, despite cumming twice already. He feels your hand once more, stroking his tip, emitting a surprised “gAH–!” out of him. As if that wasn’t enough, your fingers entered his hole again.

“W-Wait..! mmNgh hA-Ahh..! Too shenshitiveee!! ♡ ♡” Albedo bites his lower lip, trying to bottle up his moans yet it was futile. Everything felt too good, the stroking on his tip mixed with his hole getting fingered? It was all too much. The alchemist could barely contain himself, his mind was through overdrive with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He was no longer being quiet, his body was almost thrashing as he couldn’t restrain himself. If he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d be clawing the table. hard.

“a-ah! ah! t-too muchhhffghh–it’s too muchggAhH! ♡” The alchemist continued to babble until it turned into incoherent noises along with moans he can’t suppress any longer. His thoughts were fogged up, only thinking about how you’re stroking him with greater pace, three fingers hitting his prostate. He was being overstimulated to his core.

There was no surprise if his voice turned hoarse the next morning, all that matters is he’s enjoying his time, not that he could think of anything else anyway. “ohmmm– can’t anymorhgg..! chuminggghh–!! ♡ ♡ ♡”

The sluttiest moan came out of Albedo, his cock releasing again on your palm, slowly dripping down the floor. You took your fingers out of his hole to hold his waist, supporting his trembling body from falling down the desk. His back stayed arched, mouth hanging open as he continued to voice out his release. Loud pants came out of the alchemist, feeling the exhaustion hitting his body after three orgasms.

Once his noise dies down, you slowly remove the blindfold on his eyes, revealing the stream of tears now spilling to his cheeks. His eyes were glossy, daze and exhaustion mixed in his expression. “Did you enjoy that experiment?” you murmured yet he gave no reply.

His breath hitched as he gave a slight nod, unable to move too much. The way Albedo acts during his afterglow was amusing, you giggled and kissed his cheek, “Then we can conclude this experiment a success.”

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fathomless-flames · 10 months

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Mu and Kuzushi in Sakura and Tomoyo's Fruits Candy outfits!

Neither of them should be allowed in a kitchen.

#dottore #dottore (mu)#Kuzushi #(small Kuzushi explaination: he's a “segment” of Scara. I'll make him his own post one day maybe)#dottore segment #scaramouche segment #my art #my OCs are cringe but not free 🥰

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shieldbjjatx · 1 year

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We had a grand old time. Thanks for coming out @minijacare27, and thanks to everyone else for giving him such a warm welcome. Open mat today at 11. 2301 Denton Drive, ATX. #shieldbjj #brazilianjiujitsu #jiujitsu #jiujitsulife #jiujitsulifestyle #bjj #bjjlife #bjjlifestyle #timburrillbjj #tbbjjarmyofthesouth #martialarts #fighting #austin #texas #domainaustin #domain #bjjformma #sparring #randori #kuzushi #kaizen #centraltexas #atx #whenthesuncomesupyoubetterberunning #northamerica #zombiecrew #openmatbjj #openmat (at The Domain, Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9fx1kLE1K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kumabakesart · 1 year

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I just saw the trailer of “The Man Who Saved Me on my Isekai Trip was a Killer” and oh... my... god (°ロ°) !

I know the trailer was released last year but I didn’t bother to watch it ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

I know they have the same JP VA so yeah...

Couldn’t help it („ಡωಡ„)

#scaramouche #scara #genshin scara #SCARANATION #Genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #Genshin fanart #the man who saved me on my isekai trip is a killer #alec #anime #Fanart #anime style #digital art #manga #artists on tumblr #wanderer #kuni kuzushi #the balladeer

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lachatalovematcha · 1 year

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☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈

🍫スッピン風　スッピン風　スッピンWho are you?🍫

☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈☆ ｡･ﾟ*.｡ ✹ · ✧ · ✧ ·🌈

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the-wunderkind-cyborg · 3 months

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The Block Kuzushi game

(Note: 001 is an unlockable and I haven't unlocked him yet)

#cyborg 009 #00 cyborgs #games #the block kuzushi

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danafeelingsick · 1 year

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ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʟɪsᴛ | AO3 ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ᴅᴀʏ 19: Sick in the middle of the night

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,6k~

hey hope ur doing well! could i req #19 with scaramouche?? tysm

ᴀ/ɴ hey anon! ilet me warn right off the bat, i had evil in my heart when i wrote this 👹 but i'm not too keen on scaramouche lore, specially now that he's got a ton more and leaks are everywhere, so this might not make too much sense if you're up to it. standard fear of sickness with Childe as caretaker, hope you enjoy it ✌️

TW EMETO

Scaramouche woke up in the dead of night, labored breaths caught in his throat as he fought against the awful feeling of hands brushing over him. Piercing fear quickly morphed into nausea as he cried out, begging this to be a dream, but he soon realized it was real. He whipped his head, his blurry vision slowly clearing, wetting his face as a familiar face came into view.

“Calm down, it's okay”, his voice came right after his gentle smile, emphasizing each word as he slowly waved his hands in front of him, trying to ground him. “Shh… it's okay, see? You were just having a bad dream.”

“I… what?” Scaramouche would've growled if his tight throat allowed it, but all that made out was a shaking whisper. “Tartaglia! What are you…?”

The harbinger tilted his head in confusion, giving the stupidest look Scaramouche had seen all day. Archons, he knew that face so well he wanted to spit at it, spit on that disgusting show of pity. He gritted his teeth, freezing when tears pooled in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks.

“You were crying while you sleep”, Childe informed, his voice now less gentle, sounding almost incriminating to the boy backed against the wall.

“You're lying…”, Scaramouche hissed, hurriedly wiping his face while glaring at the man. Something wasn’t right, there was suspicion lingering behind those lightless blue eyes, but what in the hell did he know that he didn't? “What are you doing here!? Why are you in my room?”

“What are you talking about?”, Tartaglia gave a humorless chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, only realizing now how tense he had gotten holding that position. He pointed to his own empty bed on the other side of the room, blankets and pillows were tossed to the ground, signaling a quick escapade. “We're sharing a room, don't you remember? You woke me up.”

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes in a mix of anger and confusion, looking from him to his own hands. They were trembling, and apparently had been for a while, because only now he noted the aches all throughout his body, like he had been clenching every muscle without realizing. He was sweating uncomfortably, enough for his clothes to glue to his skin, making him feel like he was wrapped in a plastic bag.

“Listen, do you uh, need a moment? You still look a bit shaken up” Childe tried to make a peace offering, putting on the most gentle voice he could, almost as if he was talking to a kid. “I can get you a cup of water if you want.”

”Who do you think you are?”, the puppet promptly growled, raising his head at an odd angle, a nasty scowl twisting his fair face. “Don't act like you care!”

“I'm just worried, okay? There's no need for this”, he tried, but Scaramouche was having none of it. “You look sick. I think you might have a fever.”

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say Scaramouche had short-circuited where he sat, the smaller harbinger was suddenly out of breath, hyper-aware of what was happening to his body. Fragments of his elusive dream came flooding back, rather sensations than clear images, just bright sentiments he'd rather not have. He felt far too warm, it was too much.

The puppet balled his hand into a fist and brought it to his chest, breathing deeply, in and out, trying to calm himself down. His chest felt awfully tight, and he couldn't tell if he was losing control over his emotions once again, or if it was something else entirely.

“I'm not sick. I don't need… anything”, he panted, wanting nothing more than to curl into himself. His heart had lodged itself in his throat, beating painfully there as it tried to claw its way out of his mouth. “Just… leave me alone.”

“Scaramouche”, the harbinger called, not a hint of his usual smug tone, he sounded genuinely worried. “Listen, it's okay. I'll just get you some medicine, and you can go back to sleep. You'll be fine."

The shivering puppet shook his head vehemently, regretting when it felt like his brain rattled against the walls of his skull. Nausea crashed into him all at once, the feeling was unbearable. He folded over himself with a whimper, gasping wetly as his mouth flooded with saliva, bile bubbling at the back of his throat.

“I'm not sick… I can't be sick”, he shuddered, his words coming between heavy panting. He hugged his middle tightly, feeling his chest compress further, his innards writhing like worms under the sun. He broke into a shallow sob, not daring to look up from the bed. “Please… I-I don't want to…”

“Just try to breathe, Scara. It's okay, you're just a little sick”, Childe tried one more time, moving closer to him on the bed, but hesitating before he tried to touch him. “It's okay, you're not alone, see? I'm right here. Now try to breathe, you're going to make yourself sick like this.”

“Make it stop. Please, I don't want to—”, the puppet whined and begged, but was unable to stop himself from spiraling further into panic.

In between short gasps he broke into a gag, choking harshly on his cries, the noise got trapped in the back of his tight throat, clogging it with building pressure. Desperately he tried to swallow it down, but his eyes went wide when he realized he could taste the remains of his dinner, rotting away inside his stomach.

“No, no…”, he muttered under his breath, reciting it like a mantra even as airy hiccups broke the sequence. “Please, I can't. I can't…”

Childe tried to soothe him, landing a careful hand on his twitching back, but the young man recoiled under him, a broken cry making it out of his mouth before he dry heaved. The noise was harsh, morphing into a wet-sounding gurgle by the end, painting a clear picture of how much Scaramouche was struggling to keep his dinner down.

“Wait a minute, let me just–”, the harbinger turned his head away for a moment, scanning the dark room for anything he could use to stop this mess.

Before he could find anything, the rhythmic gasps suddenly halted, but Childe didn't buy into the false sense of security. He turned back only to catch the split second before Scaramouche opened his lips and with a struggled retch that was cut in half, he let out a huge gush of chunky-looking puke over his lap and onto the sheets. The spell was violent, thoroughly painting the sheets a sickly brownish-green color, the smell overtook the room in seconds.

Childe jumped out of bed, a swear pending from his lips when he noticed the stains on his pants, hot vomit seeping through the fabric. His anger quickly died down when he saw Scaramouche, sobbing miserably, slimy threads of vomit hanging down his chin as he stared at his own mess, it looked like a warzone.

The harbinger bit back his own disgust, breathing through his nose as he stood by Scaramouche's side. Slowly and gently, like he could break into several pieces, he patted his back and shushed, trying to ground the boy in his reassuring words.

“Shh… it's alright. It's okay”, he repeated, busying himself with smoothing away the wrinkles in Scaramouche's damp shirt. Anything to take his mind away from that awful stench of sickness. “You'll be okay… ”

“I hate this… please”, the smaller harbinger begged, gulping soundly as the gagging refused to die down. “Make it stop. I don't want to… vomit.”

“Oh, Scara…”, Childe swallowed, feeling his heart break in two. The puppet hitched under his hand, his shoulders heaving softly as he continued to struggle against the overwhelming nausea. “It's okay. If you need to be sick, don't try to fight it. I can clean this up, don't worry.”

He sobbed, refusing to give in, but his body was having none of it, the strain on his lungs made his head swim, his vision threatening to vanish. The cold panic turned his stomach, which in turn threw him further down the well of panic.

Childe held the sick puppet by the shoulders when he pitched forward, his cheeks bulging as he stubbornly tried to contain himself from being sick. It took a couple stunted heaves for the lumpy mixture to violently gush out of his nose, followed by his lips bursting open by the overflow of stomach contents.

Scaramouche hacked painfully as the cascade tapered into a trickle, but not stopping until he finally managed to let it all out. He struggled not to breath in the lumps stuck in his airways, but in came Tartaglia, firmly patting his back like he was trying to resuscitate him.

“Breathe, that's it”, he spoke softly, closer to him than before. “You did, see? It wasn't so bad. You are okay.”

Scaramouche wanted to say something sharp in return, like he always did, but his voice didn't make it past his lips before it died a whimper. Silence was more fitting for such a miserable situation, so he closed his mouth, trying to contain the small sobs jolting his chest.

“Can you stand? I'll help you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up”, Childe offered a hand, which Scara took shakingly, slowly unwrapping himself and sliding off the bed. As soon as his feet touched the floor he felt his knees give out. “Easy…”

Childe ignored the slimy mess covering both of them, and scooped the shivering puppet into his arms. Scaramouche felt much too tired to fight against it, so he allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness, for once in his life trusting he would be okay when he woke up.

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fathomless-flames · 11 months

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I haven't updated my fic, but I have rewatched Cardcaptor Sakura.

#Dottore #Dottore (Mu)#dottosegment #segment oc #my art #Kuzushi gave him the outfit #I now want to draw him fighting evil (the traveller) like this #genshin impact

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shieldbjjatx · 1 year

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@minijacare27 has been my training partner since my very first day of Jiu-Jitsu. He will be in town Friday evening, so we will be holding an impromptu off-schedule training session at 6pm on the 27th. I'm honored to have him come to Shield Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu even if only for a couple of hours. Come join in and learn from him. I know I always do. This Friday, 6pm, 2301 Denton Drive, ATX. #shieldbjj #brazilianjiujitsu #jiujitsu #jiujitsulife #jiujitsulifestyle #bjj #bjjlife #bjjlifestyle #timburrillbjj #tbbjjarmyofthesouth #martialarts #fighting #austin #texas #domainaustin #domain #bjjformma #sparring #randori #kuzushi #kaizen #centraltexas #atx #whenthesuncomesupyoubetterberunning #northamerica #zombiecrew #openmatbjj #openmat (at The Domain, Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1-qE4r1CW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kunikame · 1 year

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url change bc i got bored of the old one !!! (sorry neito i still love u </3)

moonxma -> kunikame

rb to reach more people if u can thx !!!

#! natsume stfu #nobody asked but the new url is kuni(kuzushi) +(haru)ka + (natsu)me bc i wanted to include my emo boyfies and myself ‼️

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scaralvr · 1 year

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wait omg hi aowoaoow,, so in ur new post abt baby kuzushi u now have officially binded both the siblings au and the secrecy (i think thats the title?? idk too lazy rn since im running scarce on wifi) au together MEANING,,,, our girls yayaka, yun jin, yoi and hu tao (most likely) know abt baby kuzushi !!!! very much not a req but holy shit id love to see them interact w/ kuzushi while u and scara go on a date (are we a housewife????? OH AND IS THE BAND STILL TOGETHER??? lol n sorry that my asks are so long and vv many) -still with you anon

omg i literally have a draft somewhat like this but mona taking care of kuzushi while u and scara are out on a date

#[ mail for myst. ]#[ myst anons. ]#[ myst — still with you anon. ]#AND YES #y/n's band knows abt baby kuzushi and are his #loving godmothers<333 #I MUST NOT SAY NO MORE FOR THE SAKE OF SPOILERS #JSDJSJ #also reader is gender neutral!! (not a housewife)#anddd scara is the househusband i could say while ur busy with work c;

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