Keeiv - Layer:01

TIL Many haunted houses have been investigated and found to contain high levels of carbon monoxide or other poisons, which can cause hallucinations. The carbon monoxide theory explains why haunted houses are mostly older houses, which are more likely to contain aging and defective appliances.

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Rainy day in Kyoto

18+, Simon Ghost Riley x Female Reader - in which Simon can't help losing his head a little whenever you make out in the early stages of your relationship.

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Simon loves kissing you, but kissing you while standing doesn’t allow him the angle he prefers. You’re much shorter than him and he has to crane his neck and scoop you close to embrace you properly. While your first kiss was perfect, and he wanted to take things slow in the physical realm of your relationship, Simon knew that he wanted to kiss you for long, longer moments at a time, and would like to have you laying down beneath him to indulge in the act. That would only lead things further from there, but he could not help how quickly his mind lost its command over his restraint—not when your lips were soft and pressing, catching and lingering, parting and seeking his again. He’d groan deep in his chest and you’d feel it against your roving hands, and the resonance of it made your obliging legs tremble.

Simon felt them as your knees brushed against his sides, against his ribs, dangerously close to enfolding around him. He’d watch your eyes flutter open, blinking away some haze to find him.

“Pretty girl,” he’d murmur, entranced by your softened, gentle mouth and thumbing the plump edge of it, and fuck, if he didn’t get hard right then and there at your contented smile and the fond caress of your hand as you hooked your palm over the back of his neck, nails seeking his hair. Your upper lip enveloped Simon’s aimless thumb and took him into the sweet warmth of your mouth, tasting the salt of his skin, and the bulge in his jeans made itself at home right against your pelvis.

You’d give a surprised and pleased moan at the feel of him before he could feel ashamed (Christ, what happened to taking things slow?), and it would be so easy to fumble with each other’s clothes, kissing all the while he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your thighs, pinning your knees to your front because he’s too impatient for his access. Freeing himself, tugging your panties to the side so you were exposed, and then the perfect, seamless slotting together ascending to firm, yet gentle thrusts. God yes, Simon thinks, rutting against you now, it’d only take a few, and he could circle and press your clit so you’d come as quickly as he would lost in the grip, the warmth, the sounds of your moans and slick sex and the delirious motion and rhythm of moving within you until he peaks and you leak with his spend. 

At the sudden, soft inquiry of his name and your waist curving into him to meet his fervor, he snaps out of his reverie. He pulls away and sits up, breath ragged, with the last of his restraint.

“’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”  

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@eroticismofthemachinedetector

nsfw. price who takes pride in how well he takes care of his missus. it’s your world and he’s just living in it baby!

there’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t fucked and fed properly. will go to great lengths to make your life as easy as possible, which includes being selfless. which is why when he goes on long work trips he’ll ask one of the boys to take good care of you until he gets back. preferably simon; johnny is much too eager, and gaz is too much of a sweetheart to rough you up just how you like. he can’t bare the thought of having his girl waking up to an empty bed. which why he’ll leave simon with the keys to your home and a heavy pat on the back.

“I’ll be back in a few days. keep her entertained for me, will ya? if she starts getting fussy just means she’s due for a proper fucking. she’s a restless little thing. take good care of her now, yeah? I’ll be expecting updates.”

Ghost could also fit the 24/7 caretaker dom role too, but his version of caring would be a bit rougher / more abrasive. makes you take your meds and then physically checks to make sure you swallowed your pills, fingers in your mouth and under your tongue and everything.

cw :: semi-exhibitionism, crying, simon a freak

lieutenant simon ‘ghost’ riley who lets his birdie sneak onto base. newlywed and just can’t keep hands off each other. 

he guides you carefully into an empty room, looking over his shoulder for any snitches before locking the door and keeping you to himself. so long, too long since simon’s been able to hold you, kiss you, love you. you can see it in his eyes, his face now uncovered with his mask tossed. 

slamming lips together, you pull at his gear and rough fit while he pulls you impossibly closer, his sweet girl’s been restless at home. all alone, so when you call him in the middle of the night, desperate for any touch of him, he just couldn’t resist. he pecks quick and messy kisses on your lips as you roll grinds against his body. 

“need you–si–oh god, pleaseplease–!” he shushes you gently, taking your weak hand and kissing it lovingly to calm you down. 

“i’ll give you what you wan’, dove. don’tchu worry.” you hold onto his shoulders as he undresses you both minimalistically, drop of your jeans and a quick slide of your panties while he fishes his cock out, hot and throbbing. simon keeps a longer kiss on your pouty mouth as he slides himself in, trying to keep you as quiet as possible. 

but he finds this hard for himself, groaning deeply into your neck and digging calloused fingers up past your shirt and his other hand holding your leg up. the cold metal of his wedding band hits your sensitive skin causing you to yelp. he grits his teeth and fucks right into you, the unstable position letting his creamy tip pound right into your gummy heaven, more important your g-spot. 

“quiet, stay quiet f’me, lovie. be my good girl, shhh.” he gets you to comply and you push your mouth closed, your clit jumping at how he pants short breaths against your ear while fucking you. 

his blunt fingernails practically stabbing into your waist, his hips grinding up and cock massaging your needy-cunt, the friction making you jolt and writhe against him, dangerously close to your orgasm. the way simon grunts and groans in your ear, almost shuddering when he hears his scottish sergeant in search of him behind the door—it’s too much. too much going on and you can’t even moan your man’s name. you grip tightly on his shoulders and let big fat globs of tears stream past your face. your lips shake and your only idea of support is your huge fucking husband, the only way of any release is by sobbing silent cries. 

simon sounds almost concerned, “aww, fuck baby what’s wrong? ‘ts too much?” you nod, you love it so so much but feel like you’ll pass out if you don’t let it out, and he just smiles. kissing and licking at your salty cheeks, regaining some sort of comfort as you lean forward on him, crying quietly. his pretty baby can cry all she wants but she certainly won’t leave him without a few orgasms first!

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