Просмотрите доску «Скарамучча и Итэр» пользователя Хикэри Такахаси в Pinterest. Проблема кукол и матерей | Озвучка комиксов Genshin Impact | Райден Эи, Скарамучча, Странник. Кадзуха и скарамучча фанфики. Kazuha and Scaramouche. Скарамучча x Казуха. Скарамучча x ИТЭР. Скарамуш и Тарталья Геншин.
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Просмотрите доску «Скарамучча и Итэр» пользователя Хикэри Такахаси в Pinterest. Кадзуха и скарамучча фанфики. Kazuha and Scaramouche. Скарамучча x Казуха. Your AI Girlfriend. Читать фанфики скарамучча ожп. Скарамучча Геншин Импакт. 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).
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Скарамучча и Кадзуха
Смотрите видео на тему «Скарамучча Фанфики» в TikTok. А вот и старое фф от меня) ××× 1. Название:"Hanahaki. He left behind only flowers " (Ханахаки. Читать фанфики скарамучча ожп. Скарамучча Геншин Импакт. Скарамуш и Тарталья Геншин. Чайльд синьора Скарамуча. Начинаются уроки, и Скарамушу уже скучно, половину времени он делает заметки, уставившись в пространство, он проводит рукой по своему новому сердцу. 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).
Фатуи. Скарамучча и Люмин
(scaramouche x mona. a small collection) Небольшой сборник комиксов от Oriana0w0 (Twitter). Все комиксы здесь от этого автора. Люмин мучила бессонница с тех пор, как Скарамучча переписал историю. Скарамучча x ИТЭР. Скарамуш и Тарталья Геншин.
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АСМР С СКАРАМУЧЧЕЙ Слушатель х Яндере Скарамучча ГЕНШИН 18 youtube Фанфики с участием персонажей: Кирилл Рейзов Валерия Высоцкая ПЕРЕВОД ИНТЕРВЬЮ СЭЙЮ СКАРАМУЧЧИ ТЭЦУЯ КАКИХАРА. Explore tired bastard's board "kazuha x scaramouche" on Pinterest. See more ideas about anime, fan art, impact. Начинаются уроки, и Скарамушу уже скучно, половину времени он делает заметки, уставившись в пространство, он проводит рукой по своему новому сердцу. Explore tired bastard's board "kazuha x scaramouche" on Pinterest. See more ideas about anime, fan art, impact. Смотрите видео онлайн «Почему шипперят Кадзуху и Скарамуччу?
Мона и Скарамучча
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. And his once-outlier wife integrating nicely into the village and all of its spoken and unspoken rules, a slightly feral cat who accepted staying indoors after a time, was one of them.
You no longer dreamed about a wild life, free of village roads and market fish. But you did dream about Kunikuzushi. Because Kunikuzushi is a secret, you can pull him out whenever you wish. When your husband is too tired from laboring to stay up at night talking, under the stars or otherwise. When you look out over the hills of your village and ache to travel, ache to see. Perhaps one day, when your son is grown and no longer reliant on you, you might be able to convince your husband to travel. Maybe so.
Today is not a day for daydreaming about traveling the world. Today is a day filled with responsibilities. But you do. The sight makes your feet speed up, primal instincts kicking in. No one looked at you like that, no one whispered to themselves, unless something happened. Did your husband hurt himself?
Электро Архонт Genshin Impact босс. Воплощение божества Геншин. Скарамучи Геншин. Геншин Импакт Юри. Кадзуха Геншин. Ян Фэй Геншин Импакт. Скарамучча и альбедо Геншин. Скарамоны Геншин. Яэ Мико Геншин. Райден Геншин Импакт. Райден Геншин Баал. Баал Геншин Импакт Манга. Сейрей Геншин. Скарамучча Геншин Хорни. Venti Венти Genshin Impact. Genshi Impact Венти. Венти Genshin Impact арт. Скамаручча Геншин. Скара Геншин. Скамурачча Геншин. Скарамучча и Казуха. Гкадзуха Геншин. Венти Геншин. Барбара Джоджо Геншин. Сингора Геншин. Синьора Геншин Импакт арты. Баал и Венти Геншин. Синьора и Венти шип. Скарамуччей Геншин. Скарамучча Геншин босс. Фарузан Геншин арт. Баннер Скарамуччи. Скарамучча Геншин баннер. Аято до рерана. Кадзуха и Скарамучча. Кадзехара Казуха. Скарамучча Казуха и Сяо. Скарамуш Геншин Импакт полный рост. Kokomi Геншин. Венти горничная Геншин Импакт. Венти и Барбара Геншин. Венти и Барбара арт Геншин Импакт. Геншин Скараммуча и Мона. Mona Genshin Impact. Скарамучча и Мона Геншин Импакт арты. Мучча Геншин. Скарамучча Еншин. Genshin Impact Скарамуччи. Странник Геншин Импакт. Скарамучча Геншин редизайн. Странник Импакт персонаж. Инадзума Геншин Импакт локация. Анемо Геншин. Genshin Impact персонажи. Пятизвездочный анемо персонаж в Genshin Impact. Геншин Импакт официальные арты. Mona and Scaramouche Genshin Impact. Скарамучча и Мона арт.
Someone who seemed… new. Above this. 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.
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Скарамучча | yandere драббл
Until one day. You had been painting, and talking endlessly about the things you wanted to see, how you were even a bit jealous of him, really. As you prattled, you saw him lean forward. He whispered his name in your ear, like a secret, like a lover. And in the end, he became both. Is it any wonder that you were drawn to him? Someone who had the life you dreamed of, someone who saw things you could barely imagine.
Someone free from the shackles of expectations that others put on you, even here in your little home at the outskirts of the village. Someone different. And not different like you. Not a bit odd and dreamy, bucking against the norm. Someone who seemed… new. Above this.
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.
Kazuha and Scaramouche. Скарамучча x Казуха. Хутао Геншин. Ху Тао и Чжун ли. Ху Тао и Сяо Геншин. Син цю и ху Тао. Сингора Геншин.
Синьора Геншин Импакт арты. Баал и Венти Геншин. Синьора и Венти шип. Скарамуш Кадзуха. Скарамуш и Казуха. Скарамучча и Казуха. Гкадзуха Геншин.
Кадзуха и Скарамучча Геншин. Mona and Scaramouche Genshin. Мона x Скарамучча. Мона и Скарамучча Геншин. Дотторе геешин. Дотторе Манга. Иль Дотторе и альбедо.
Иль Дотторе и Дилюк. Геншин шиппы. Дилюк и Венти Геншин. Чжун Сяо Геншин. Кецлайн Геншин. Фан персонажи Геншин Импакт. Геншин ОС персонажи.
Геншин Импакт одежда персонажей. Геншин Импакт ОС персонажи. Доттер Геншин. Иль Дотторе Геншин. Иль Дотторе Геншин Импакт. Дотторе и Скарамучча. Дотторе Геншин.
Мона Геншин горничная. Скарамучча Геншин горничная. Венти Геншин. Венти Genshin Impact. Венти горничная Геншин Импакт. Геншин футфет Венти. Венти x люмин.
Сяо и люмин Геншин. Сяо и Венти. Нихада Геншин. Юн Цзинь Геншин. Чжун ли и Сяо Геншин. Сяо торс Геншин. Дилюк Genshin.
Diluc rangvindr. Дилюк Геншин Импакт арты. Кейя и Дилюк. Тарталья Геншин Хорни. Астарот Геншин. Сяо Геншин. Джун ли и Тарталья.
Геншин Дилюк и Кэйа. Геншин Импакт яой. Геншин инпанк. Айато Геншин. Гендербенд Геншин. Геншин Импакт персонажи. Тарталья Геншин.
Венти Геншин Импакт. Венти и Двалин. Геншин Аезер. Чжун ли и Сяо 18. Геншин Импакт одежда для ОС. Одежда персонажей Геншин.
Тебя этому только и учили, похоже? Ты увидела, как вторая рука Скарамуччи поднимается, и два пальца касаются кончика языка, медленно проскальзывая дальше.
Ты почувствовала противное ощущение, видимо рвотный рефлекс. Хрипя и пытаясь укусить Предвестника, ты лишь больше разожгла огонь в его ненавистных глазах. Наконец ты почувствовала пустоту во рту. Сделав глубокий глоток воздуха ты хотела оттолкнуть его от себя, но твои попытки не увенчались успехом. Шестой переместил руку на твою шею, сдавливая её. Послышалось кряхтение. Из твоих глаз потекли слезы от недостатка воздуха и сознание уже начало покидать тебя, как вдруг кислород вновь поступил в твои легкие. Но нет.
Сначала я развлекусь, а уже потом решу, что с тобой делать. Он держал их с такой силой, что казалось твои запястья сейчас сломаются напополам. Но ты сдерживала крики, ты не хотела показывать ему свою слабость. Именно по этому ты поставила для себя цель выдержать все, что придет в голову этому безумному Шестому. После твоих слов Предвестник прильнул к твоим губам, слизывая с них кровь. Толкнулся внутрь, и ты почувствовала весь его жар. Дыхание обволакивало твою шею, отчего по коже проходили мурашки. Ты слишком легкомысленна - давил он на тебя морально, кусая шею и ключицы -Посмотрим - вымолвила ты, закусывая свои и без того пораненные губы.
Разорвав твою единственную рубашку, он увидел перед собой совсем худощавое тело. У него мелькнула мысль, как ты вообще выживаешь и находишь в себе силы нарываться на неприятности. Не потребовалось много усилий на то, что бы небрежно бросить тебя на кровать.
Предлагай свои предложения, я не против. Посты от пяти строк и больше. Динамичность три поста в день и больше. Литературный стиль. Не уходи по-английски, лучше скажи сразу если не нравится игра. Возраст от 18 лет.