Ghost: I hate being touched

Ghost: the last time I was touched by another person was in hand to hand combat

Soap: Y/n is literally hugging you right now

Ghost:

Ghost: this means nothing. Fear me

You bring the cod men lunch

PAWS!

Double tap to high five the beans

Hey Pretty, Won’t You Take A Ride With Me?

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— CUDDLING MIGUEL O'HARA !

Imagine cuddling Miguel O’hara.

It’s strange, giving that someone as tough and cold hearted as him would think of even speaking to someone like you.

But out of all the people in the multiverse, you’re the one he chose.

Ghost: Sometimes, I feel something crawl over me at night…

Soap: It’s the consequences of your actions.

Gaz: The guilt that comes with your choices?

Price: Past trauma-?

R/n, flustered: Oh, that’s me! Sometimes, I sneak into your room to cuddle!

simon being woken up by thunder and his first instinct is to shield you, wrapping his full body around you, pulling you in so close and tight to him. because for that brief moment, before he was fully conscious, he was convinced he was going to lose you 💔

Cod men when you give them a shiny rock you found

itoshi rin has a spit kink. hear me out. # itoshi rin. cw: swallowing his spit, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking.

shut the fiuck up. rin doesn't miss a single beat, his stamina could keep up with the rhythm. his hips are in a fury as it pistons and pistons in and out of your tight, pink cunt, his upper body propped by his forearms so his lower body can keep experimenting with its movements, swiveling and thrusting and gyrating in all sorts of shapes and angles, cock poking you in places your fingers could never reach. this dick of mine won't stop violating your pussy. ah, fuck. fuck— his eyes rolls back, tongue darting out, saliva dripping down. he's making such a mess. i wanna bruise you from the inside so you remember the shape of my cock, princess. fuck yourself on my cock. he wants to say more but it feels so fucking good to pound into you like this. he physically cannot stop. he's all for self-control and meditation when it comes to sports and his life style, keeping everything in moderation but it's different when it comes to you. you're the only exception. rin is just losing all semblance of rationality at the grip you have on his cock.

itoshi rin has a spit kink. hear me out. # itoshi rin. cw: swallowing his spit, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking.

shut the fiuck up. rin doesn't miss a single beat, his stamina could keep up with the rhythm. his hips are in a fury as it pistons and pistons in and out of your tight, pink cunt, his upper body propped by his forearms so his lower body can keep experimenting with its movements, swiveling and thrusting and gyrating in all sorts of shapes and angles, cock poking you in places your fingers could never reach. this dick of mine won't stop violating your pussy. ah, fuck. fuck— his eyes rolls back, tongue darting out, saliva dripping down. he's making such a mess. i wanna bruise you from the inside so you remember the shape of my cock, princess. fuck yourself on my cock. he wants to say more but it feels so fucking good to pound into you like this. he physically cannot stop. he's all for self-control and meditation when it comes to sports and his life style, keeping everything in moderation but it's different when it comes to you. you're the only exception. rin is just losing all semblance of rationality at the grip you have on his cock.

itoshi rin has a spit kink. hear me out. # itoshi rin. cw: swallowing his spit, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking.

shut the fiuck up. rin doesn't miss a single beat, his stamina could keep up with the rhythm. his hips are in a fury as it pistons and pistons in and out of your tight, pink cunt, his upper body propped by his forearms so his lower body can keep experimenting with its movements, swiveling and thrusting and gyrating in all sorts of shapes and angles, cock poking you in places your fingers could never reach. this dick of mine won't stop violating your pussy. ah, fuck. fuck— his eyes rolls back, tongue darting out, saliva dripping down. he's making such a mess. i wanna bruise you from the inside so you remember the shape of my cock, princess. fuck yourself on my cock. he wants to say more but it feels so fucking good to pound into you like this. he physically cannot stop. he's all for self-control and meditation when it comes to sports and his life style, keeping everything in moderation but it's different when it comes to you. you're the only exception. rin is just losing all semblance of rationality at the grip you have on his cock.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CAUGHT. — you only wanted to indulge yourself just this once, but luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

❀༉ feat、rin itoshi x f!reader

❀༉ cw、chars written 18+, incest, pillow humping, degradation, praise, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, slight humiliation. 17+ ageless/blank blogs dni // ❀༉ wc、1.4k

꒰ ͜͡➸ Dιrтy тαlĸer!Rιɴ Iтoѕнι

content : established relationship, pro!player Rin Itoshi, dirty talk, dom!character & sub!reader, lots of breeding and creampie, no mention of protection, dirty talk, belly bulge kink, implied size kink, pussydrunk!rin, nipple play, marking, cum play, praise, degradation, mention of m!oral, overstimulation, those are only little scenarios

꒰ ͜͡➸ rin itoshi can’t keep his mouth shut about you!!

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!

It’s almost insane, Rin Itoshi who is so obsessed with the sensation of being simply inside you. Can’t keep his filthy mouth shut about it. He dirty talks so fucking nasty, you‘d think someone slipped something inside his food. Rin has issues showing his love in words and physical affection, but the way such dirty words leave his mouth is the pure proof he loves you endlessly much.

cws for incest & fem reader. reader has little tatas!

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Childe listens to you complain about the size of your tits to your friends for months, mope in front of the mirror as you twist and turn and cup the small things, and throw on his baggy hoodies and sweaters to hide them away.

He thinks it’s silly, stupid even, your breasts are perfect. Cute, pretty, beautiful, the source of half of his fantasies—fantasies where he’s got you on your knees and he’s fisting his cock until spurts of cum are landing on your chest and painting it white, where he’s straddling your waist and pushing your tits together so he can push his cock in between, or where he’s squeezing and groping at the little things as he fucks into you from behind.

there's this Very specific concept that's been floating around in my head for yan scara and i must share it or else i'll spontaneously combust. here is said idea.

so. before you find out about that itty-bitty detail about him being a fatui harbinger who wreaks havoc and all that (god forbid he has hobbies), you're rather openly affectionate with him. he'll groan and grumble about how annoying you're being while simultaneously drinking in everything you offer. as such, there is an unspoken, long-held tradition between the two of you. when you reunite, since his "work" often has him traveling, you'll run and leap to give him a hug. he always makes some wry comment about how you must've been miserable without his company to act as shamelessly as you do, despite the fact he spends literal hours staring at a picture of you every day like a little weirdo.

he's traveling in your region but has yet to visit you — there are some matters he must attend to first. as fate would have it, your paths cross prematurely. fortunately for him, the useless fatui ensemble in his vicinity are invisible for stealth's sake. unfortunately for him, they are very much capable of seeing you ambling toward their lord harbinger who they are charged with protecting. scara catches you with one arm and uses the other to covertly signal that they are to remain on standby. while you're peppering his rapidly flushing face with kisses, there's this sense of foreboding that falls over the fatui agents, like they're witnessing something they most definitely shouldn't have seen.

this is further reinforced by the way scara is beaming in your presence, haughty as he might be. it's so different from his usual cruel conduct that a few of them wonder if they're dreaming. he's making some sly comments at your expense, but the words lack his usual bite, they're more teasing in nature. he looks at you with more reverence than he does the tsaritsa. it's surreal.

when you depart, content that he'll stop by later, a cloud of silence hangs over the land.

scaramouche issues an order to his nervous subordinates.

"if you want to return to your homeland in a boat and not a box, i suggest you keep what you saw here today to yourself."

(... he does away with them regardless, when their guards are down that night. you are his secret, most prized treasure — no one can know of the sway you hold over him).