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Она в моём ДНК (по фэндому "сказочный патруль")
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Скарамучче/ОЖП
Yandere Scaramouche x Reader /// A Single Dendrobium Summary: • Inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone After encountering you, a medic from Bubu Pharmacy, in Liyue, Scaramouche uses his Dendro. Призываем Скарамучча — пост пикабушника Sayanary. Your AI Girlfriend.
Фанфики Геншин Импакт на Фикбук
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ПОЧЕМУ ШИППЕРЯТ СКАРАМУЧЧУ И КАЗУХУ
Скарамучча и Люмин. uMv1DwQaGbtP_250x350. тарталья и скарамучча фанфики сборник (120) фото. Your AI Girlfriend. Подборки произведений Новости Поиск по сайту. Скарамучча и Мона Геншин Импакт шип. Скарамучча замечает, что ты сегодня немного устала и явно расстроена.
Фанфики с участием: "Скарамучча/ОЖП"
фф скарамучча. Тренды и новости шоу-бизнеса, спорта, политики, науки и техники на Фф Скарамучча и ОЖП. И когда всё будет сделано, сможет ли такой Предвестник, как Скарамучча, смириться с горькой правдой, что всплыла наружу?
Шип Скарамучча и Сяо
Yandere Scaramouche x Reader /// A Single Dendrobium Summary: • Inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone After encountering you, a medic from Bubu Pharmacy, in Liyue, Scaramouche uses his Dendro. Современное Ау /. Современное Ау, где Странница и Итэр учатся в Институте в Сумеру. Кадзуха и скарамучча фанфики. Kazuha and Scaramouche. Скарамучча x Казуха. Почему шипперят Скарамуччу и Сяо из Геншин импакт (основные причины)? Скарамучча и Казуха Геншин Импакт шип. Это АУ моего фанфика про короля Скарамуччу и служанку Люмин, где Люмин НЕ СБЕЖАЛА вместе с Казухой от Скарамуччи, а осталась (Метки и название могут быть изменены).
Кадзуха и Скарамучча ^^
Destined for something bigger than your little house and sets of paints and vegetable scrap stews. Kunikuzushi was blank, like clay; as if he was half-formed, waiting to be finished. As if when you would wrap your arms around him and press your fingers into his hips, pushing yourself forward as your mouths met in warm kisses, those fingertips might just leave permanent impressions. Maybe you did. Maybe you helped complete him, whoever he was, whatever he was missing. At night, bodies intertwined, sometimes laying out under the stars if it was warm enough, you would whisper to each other.
You told him about your hopes and dreams. About your refusal to marry the kindly butcher man your parents recommended. About your wish to someday live a life beyond slinging wet laundry into your arms to make enough money to keep your belly full and a few paints in your pots. About your hopes of painting the world, some day. He would take all of this in and accept it, just as you accepted him.
He took in your body and mind and dreams, all wrapped up in your imperfect package, and you thanked him for it with every kiss. What he made of it all. Life and people and the world. Sometimes he seemed amazed and at other times, bitter. He would never say why.
There are things about Kunikuzushi you would never know. Things he would never tell you. And you learned to accept this, as you learned to accept all of his quirks and habits. The way he watched you whenever you went about your daily chores. The way he was needy and a bit greedy without vocalizing it, expecting you to match his mood and indulge him before he got too gloomy.
Yet there was a lightness there, something fresh, something you felt you were unpeeling as you lived together day by day. Something that kept you coming back for more, eager to see what might be finally revealed underneath if you just worked hard enough. And for all that he kept himself guarded, he never stopped you. He was yours, and you were his. And then one day, Kunikuzushi was gone.
Just like that. An empty bed and an empty house in the morning. Not a note, not a goodbye, not a tearful farewell. Like he was once again ripped at the roots, only this time he tore off your own in the process, leaving most of you behind. Looking back, you can view those painful days afterwards with a wistful nostalgia, a half-smile as you shake your head at your own dramatics.
At your tears, at the way you tore up your home in anger and disbelief, smashing a plate to the ground and feeling satisfied at the way the shards spread across the floor. Like you were nothing. But the years have passed, and you moved on. Day by day, the pain lessened. Day by day, you forgot about those long nights under the stars, talking about your dreams.
You forgot about chasing your dreams down the long dirt paths and met someone—not the butcher your parents envisioned, but someone just as safe, just as normal. Together, you moved closer into the village, so that your future children would have playmates nearby, so that you could gossip with the other women, so that your husband could drink with the other men. Your village is tucked away and safe. The people there have always tried to stay out of everything, to stay out of wars and politics and all those things engineered by those above and suffered by those below. Your life is not the dreary greyness you once dreaded when you were younger.
Your child is not some greedy leeching thing that steals your dreams. Your friends are not empty gossips who care for nothing but the next bit of intimate news. But, your life is not exactly the dream you once imagined with him, either. A life of travels and sights and new things, a life of adventure, of nights under the stars, of secrets and whispers, forever and always. You never forgot Kunikuzushi.
So you always have, keeping him tucked inside. Something you pulled out now and then to look at, remembering fondly more often than not. A secret only you remember.
На улице было холодно и ты всё-таки решила пойти у кого-то переночевать, неподалёку ты увидела бабушку и спросила можно у неё переночевать. Она назвала огромную сумму моры это были все твои деньги. Что ты будешь делать? Поторгуюсь Заплачу Вопрос 4.
Скарамучча и Тарталья фикбук. Тарталья комедия дель арте. Дель арте персонажи Тарталья. Чайльд Тарталья. Тарталья дель арте описание. Кадзуха и Скарамучча шип. Казуха каэдехара и Скарамучча. Дайнслейф Геншин. Итер Геншин Геншин. Дотторе и альбедо. Дотторе геешин. Иль Дотторе Геншин арты. Дотторе Манга. Scaramouche x Mona. Мона Манга. Скарамучча Геншин Манга. Синьора Геншин арт. Скарамуччи Геншин. Геншин Импакт синьора арт. Дотторе Генгин. Дотторе Геншин Импакт. Доктор Дотторе Геншин. Дотторе и Скарамучча Геншин. Ветни Геншин. Сяо и Венти Геншин. Сяо Джун Геншин. Сяо Венти Джун ли. Childe Scaramouche. Tartamouche Genshin. Тарталья Геншин Чиби. Скара Геншин. Геншин Импакт Мона и Скарамуш. Персонажи Геншин по оружию. Архонты Геншин персонажи. Геншин персонажи имена. Персонажи Геншин по элементам. Childe Геншин. Тарталья Геншин Импакт. Ху Сяо Геншин. Ху Тао и Сяо Геншин. Геншин Импакт Сяо и ху Тао. Скарамона Геншин арты. Скарамуш Геншин арты. Скарамоны Манга. Геншин Дилюк и Кэйа. Айато Геншин. Геншин инпанк. Геншин Импакт мальчики. Геншин Импакт Скарамуш монаарты.
Что теперь? Первый удар, и ты почувствовала сильную жгучую разливающуюся боль. Второй удар, и твоя губа лопнула в уголке, отчего полилась струйка крови. На третий удар ты собралась с силами и укусила его прямо за руку. Скарамучча резко отдернул её, потирая. Быстро встав ты начала бежать, прямо как утром, сквозь траву. Но побег не удался, и ты налетела на кого то из прислуживающих. Послышался смех, и уже перед собой ты увидела того самого парня, на лице которого красовался небольшой синяк и разбитая губа. Отведите её ко мне в покои И тут ты поняла, что связалась не просто с переполненным самомнением мальчишкой, а с кем то из знатного рода. Силой подняв тебя, охранники повели в сторону дома. Ты пыталась сопротивляться, но это ничто по сравнению с двумя богатырями. Дойдя до нужной комнаты, они толкнули тебя внутрь, сами закрыли дверь и встали по её краям. Ты услышала уже знакомый голос, который отдал приказ, чтоб они проваливали отсюда. По спине пробежался страх, оставляя за собой след из мурашек. Хлопок двери, повернутый ключ, и вот он уже рядом. Думаешь, убьешь "простолюдинку" и завоюешь славу в своём окружении? Милый, что бы хоть как то повысить свой статус, ты должен быть не таким трусом как сейчас, и как минимум дорости, что бы тебя не путали с обычным деревенским отродьем- последние слова ты произнесла максимально язвительно, наблюдая за тем, как кривится его лицо от твоих слов Ты чувствовала, что сейчас он разозлиться до такой степени, что тебе точно не выбраться отсюда живой. Ну и пусть. Зато может у тебя получиться забрызгать его своими ядовитыми словами, что бы он хоть как то понизил свою самооценку. Тебя этому только и учили, похоже? Ты увидела, как вторая рука Скарамуччи поднимается, и два пальца касаются кончика языка, медленно проскальзывая дальше.
Фанфики с участием: "Скарамучча/ОЖП"
It changes gradually with time. At first, surprisingly somewhat reserved, and even more easily embarrassed, gets red in the face and shifts uncomfortably over certain topics. Ok, so maybe the collar is a fetish thing, which you accused him of at the very beginning but he adamantly denied. So what? And the touchiness is honestly partially neediness. Feeling your skin is comforting. How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
Which is easily fixable. What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill? But seriously, he likes to make you beg. And denial is great too, especially combined with edging. Hey, remember when you said you would do this or that when you were begging to cum? About time to follow through right? Getting your hopes up and just barely letting you reach the high before pulling away completely.
No using your hands. And be sure to thank him for the graciousness of allowing you to do so. This means you can finally get out of the lingerie and into real clothes, right? Oh, they give out water at these meetings. People are watching — and you know people are watching. And people envy him. He knows that, and he loves the power rush that comes with that knowledge.
And you? Again, not the center of attention, he prefers to remain a little more in the background, talking to you, soaking up your misery and beaming with pride over the glances people cast. No matter what, you say thank you after everything you get, be it rewards, punishment, anything really. And he likes to go out of his way to test the limits of that. See how far he can break down your pride before you refuse to give your proper thanks, so that he knows the limit of where he needs to start breaking you down more. Grabs your jaw and tells you to open your mouth at complete random to spit in your mouth and tells you to swallow. After you grind on his leg until you cum as aforementioned, you got gross slick all over his shoes and the floor, so lick it up.
Smiles at you and tells you hey, come here a sec and gives you a good backhand across the face. And what do you say? You know the answer - thank you Master. Is any of it necessary? But he enjoys it. It reminds you of your place, and your thanks is a measure to prove your loyalty. You start to look forward to that.
But worship is the best thing, really. As much as he likes doing things to you, you should be eager to show your love and gratefulness, too, which in his mind comes mostly in the form of riding him until your legs give out and deepthroating cock until you nearly black out. It would be much appreciated. And your throat, too, watching your eyes tear up and feeling your throat instinctively spasm as your gag reflex kicks in. You have the most adorable reaction, eyes widening with fear and immediately getting to work on making sure you follow through. Good thing the desk you sit at has a front to it. How do they feel about pregnancy or babies?
Do they want them? Eh, he kinda goes both ways, back and forth. Honestly, he would NOT be a good father, you would be doing 99. Which is unlikely, because he also realizes that kids are a distraction, time consumption, they take up your time and attention and energy. Your time and attention and energy are essentially his property, because you are, so why would he willingly give that up? What kind of nsfw punishments would they use? A better question would be what kind does he NOT use.
The full spectrum of ideas is there, he mockingly kinda takes pride in the creativity. He prefers some to others, though. More frequently is just, well, the classic way, beating your ass. Spankings are incredibly common for the slightest of offenses, beating you red and raw for a defiant look or a word out of place. And as aforementioned, another frequent one is the threat of fucking your throat or ass or both. It leaves you sore for a long time, the taste of cum down your throat, the feeling of cum leaking out of your holes, not to mention the discomfort of the sensations themselves, potentially pain, if done roughly — and you do not want him to be rough about it, so, be on your best behavior.
Тот самый переулок... Тут должен быть один человек... Человек, по которому страдает Акутагава... Его убийца... Ножка цветка с шипами пробилась сквозь одежду на спине и оьвила шею на половину... И вот... Высокий детектив шагнул в петлю... Его лицо было в слезах... Его шея уже была в петле, как вдруг он обернулся... Акутагава рухнул на землю и цветы вместе с кровью посыпались изо рта, словно верёвка, ножка с шипами оьвила его шею, первые следы крови скользнули по шее и капнули на рубашку.
Оба являются анемо-дамагерами. С выходом Странника появилось огромное количество видео сравнений их урона, полезности для команды и т. Грех было этих парней по итогу не зашипперить. Наглядное видео сравнение героев: 2.
It was quite a journey going from the Harbor to the Marsh. Fatigue, yes, fatigue. The river water reflected the blazing sun. You hissed, shutting your eyes tightly. The noise of your wicker basket dropping startled you. It was getting harder to breathe; every cell seemed to be wailing. You heard a gasp, then a hoarse cough. Soft hands choked your neck. Wait, was that you? Tears ran down your cheeks, piercing anguish gripped your lungs, it was getting harder, harder, harder to think, to breathe. Calm down. But it was too excruciating, the sting in your throat. You heard the jingle again, like a serpent dressed as a lullaby. The jingles kept ringing in your ears like a persistent tune. You stumbled again, then fell with a sickening slump. Muffled wheezes were the only indication of your survival. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the blooming, red Dendrobium. However, all to be seen was violet eyes. The comforting silk sheets and pillows tried to lull you back to sleep, but your eyes opened at the unfamiliar environment. The tatami flooring, the ornate orchids decorating wooden furniture, the pale purple futon you were in. Huh, you were also dressed in a kimono. Everything was blatantly from Inazuma. The door slid open. You rubbed your eyes then looked up. Come on, get up. You need to eat.