Hmm!! What Do You Think About Ghost With A Neighbor Who's A Pretty Milf? Like She Just Moved In Next

hmm!! what do you think about ghost with a neighbor who's a pretty milf? like she just moved in next door with her husband and he's completely entranced when he sees her walking outside of her home with her baby, seeing how gentle and sweet she was with the little infant, and how soft her coos were.. he's so in love :(

but he hears her soft whimpers at night when he listens to her fucking herself with a dildo bc her husband cannot satisfy her, always so mean to the poor beauty! and maybe he shows her how a real man gives her the pleasure she deserves ♡

YESSYESYESYES!! ugh homewrecker simon

this is the most i’ve written in months i love milf x simon

wasn’t surprised when someone moved into the street—especially right beside his own residence, but he was surprised when he had come back from the corner shop, and spotted you sat in the garden with the curious baby—your hands resting on your lap as the child babbled and played with the hem of your dress! his eyes immediately widening; fixating onto you and your pretty child, offering him a smile and a nod!!

head over heels! during his morning jogs, he would always stroll past(or through,) the park, always there with your child in the stroller; humming in contentment at the misty, yet clear weather!! how could a girl like you be allowed out here by herself, at these times of the mornin’? with such a beautiful body, n’hair, n’ face—

would definitely come over n sit beside you on the bench, starting conversation as he drank from his water bottle and learning so much about you within those short minutes! your daughter, gracie—was obviously the light of your life, only thing good that’s happened to you with your now—husband, which he is eager to punish for being so mean to you in all of the short tales you’d told him!

‘never really around anymore, sadly. but i have my girl.’

‘s’a shame, such a pretty wife n’ daughter n’ he’s not even caring for them properly? y’ deserve a real man.’

‘i mean..i love him, i really do.’

‘but does he love ‘y? doesnt seem like it; useless mutt.’

‘no idea.’

your husbands always working, so sometimes he’d come over just to give you some company, sitting with gracie as you went for a nap, or maybe even made dinner ( aswell as some buns, as a token of your gratification<3) totally adores the girl! letting her ask all of these questions about his scars, helping her put on her favourite movie, even taking her out to the park whenever you’re too busy to keep her occupied—he’s a nextdoor childminder for you! he adores you and the ground you walk on.

when he’s rustling in his bed, fingers combing over his blonde—outgrown buzz atop his head; blankets strewn across him lazily; thick brows furrowed as he carefully listened—was he hearing things?

‘oh—fuck..’

‘feels so good—m’gonnafuckincum-‘

‘simon—!’

was not !he couldn’t help but feel his cock jolt at your soft moan,which had echoed through the walls, hand stuffing into his shorts—he felt so nasty, jerking himself off to the sounds of your desperate bounces and whines, but who was he to stop when the perfect opportunity to cum while listening to you? shouting his name!

this was a once in a lifetime opportunity! he’d obviously wanted off to you before, why wouldn’t he? but he wish he had just heard you fuck yourself before; he’s been missin’ out! thinking of your pretty pussy moving up and down along his thick cock,pretty;full tits bouncing up and dow—

next day, he was so nice n considerate—offering to take gracie for the day while you got ur groceries in, husband obviously not present to care for his own daughter, so why not take that chance?

after ur child came back from school, he learnt from gracie that daddy calls mummy mean names sometimes, if he comes home late and she tries to ask something?

her fathers immediately snapping back at her, pushing past her, and ignoring poor poor gracie :(( holds her hand and takes the girl for ice cream! kissing her head n’ telling her it’s okay, her new daddy won’t do that.

when you come to collect her, you figure out she’s passed out in simons bed; snoring with one of her stuffies tucked under her shoulder, exhausted with chocolate smeared across her lips!!

that’s when he confronts you, looking down at your timid frame; eyes widening as he mentioned last nights noises—sobs and moans of his name, biting back a confident grin; thick brows furrowing and hands moving to cup your waist, groping your plush sides :((

‘s’okay, nothing t’be embarrassed about, you just need some sort of release, yeah?’

‘simon—‘

‘i know, prettygirl. i know, you wanna cum; cum properly, on a true man’s cock, yeah? don’t need no dildo to get off when i’m next door, i told you.’

‘i’m always here to help.’

that’s how he ended up on the sofa with you, your legs straddling his sides as he bounced you up and down along his length, fingers digging into the sides of your jiggly hips!! lips wrapped ‘round one of your pretty nipples—suckling at it desperately, so needy :(( finally getting to fuck you!! filled with excite ment, his fantasies coming true? fuck!

‘that’s it, mama..’

‘simon—oh god,oh godohgodohgod,feels so fuckin’ good!’

‘yeah? feels good gettin’ fucked by a real dick, don’t it?’

‘bloodyhell..feel so tight ‘round me, clenching so fuckin’ hard.’

the roll of his hips began, and before long it was speeding up—cock thrusting in and out of your slick cunt with such speed, his thumb circling your puffy clit; your lips parted and eyes half-shut!!

once you cum? he’s gone, the clench of your fluttering walls sending him over the brink—emptying his full balls into your begging cunny, kissing your neck so softly with his pink lips :((

afterwards, pale hands would help you with your clothes, making sure to keep all of his cum stuffed inside you though, can’t let you waste it, can he? washes his hands and clean himself up before heading to go wake gracie! lifting the child into his arms and hurrying down the stairs with her, cleaning her school uniform down with his hand, aswell as pulling her coat on her—how sweet!

‘make sure to help yr’ mummy when you get home, yeah? she’s got a tummyache.’

‘okay!’

‘bye, gracie. bye, love.’

‘bye daddy!’

let’s just say, you were immediately messaging him that night, asking when he’s free and telling him your husband won’t be round f’much longer <3

IM GONNA KISS U FULL ON THE MOUTH MWAH

For the ask game - 11 and 30!!!

question 11;

mutual love. anything where love or affection is reciprocated between partners in a healthy manner!!

question 30;

gaming, horseriding or @bookobsessedram

Kinktober Day 18: Bondage - Price x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Gn reader, oral (m!receiving), Price is tied up, teasing

It’s still the 18th somewhere on earth so I call it published on time :) I’m sorry that this sucks absolute ass. It is currently 4:30 by the time I finished this so my brain ain’t all here. I just really wanted to get it out. Hope it’s still somewhat enjoyable tho 👉👈

Word Count: 1947

Biting your lip, you looked down at Price as he lay before you on the bed.

A blush marred his cheeks, poorly hidden by his beard as he looked at you.

Shifting from where you sat between his legs, you saw his throat bob up and down as he swallowed, his arms moving a bit from where they lay above his head, but it was useless.

A deep red rope was binding his wrists above his head, tied to the headboard. He could shift all he wanted, he wasn’t moving.

Smiling slightly, you let your hands land on either of his legs right above the knee, Price jolting as you slowly dragged your hands higher and higher, to the apex of his thighs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a little smirk, seeing him grind his teeth as he tried so hard not to mouth off at you. He may be used to being in charge, but he knew that with you, opening his mouth only resulted in him getting more frustrated and worked up. So, he kept his mouth shut.

Chuckling, you leaned down and started pressing kisses to his stomach, the muscle beneath it strong and tensed while you allowed your hands to slide across his skin, up and past his hips, continuing until you took hold of the rope by his waist.

Slowly, you had been tying shibari around his body, knot by painstaking knot, driving Price up the wall.

His skin was already littered with teeth marks and hickeys, the rope running from his arms, down to his shoulders and chest, tied in a diamond pattern down the front and to his navel, where you left off.

“Y/N.” He puffed out in a breath. There was a warning tone in it, but you didn’t head it, simply pressing another kiss to his stomach while your hands tugged at the rope, tightening it.

“Almost there, captain.” You murmured, pleased.

Sitting back up you regarded him for a second, watching his chest rise and fall, the sound slightly laboured as he lay there, waiting for you.

“What?” He asked after a moment, seeming to get more flustered and you smiled, leaning forward and placing your hands on either side of him on the bed, leaning on them as you crawled on top of him before pushing your lips to his, kissing him eagerly, to which he responded in kind.

Almost instantly, you heard the telltale creak of the headboard as he tugged at the ropes, eager to touch you and pull you deeper into the kiss, yet unable.

“John…” You mumbled the warning against his lips, opening your eyes slowly to look at him, seeing him already looking at you with blown out eyes, his head moving forward to intercept you into another kiss.

Letting him, you kissed back, opening your mouth to roll your tongue into his, your hands moving from keeping you up, to instead roam down his sides and back to his thighs.

Slowly, you dragged your nails down the sensitive skin, earning a groan from Price, his hips bucking up into you.

Painfully hard already, his cock rubbed past one of your thighs thanks to how you were leaned over his body, leaving a smear of precum glistening on your skin.

“Y/N, please.” He panted softly, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again and you hummed, indulging in it while your hands slid down to the underside of his thighs.

After a few seconds, you pulled away from the kiss, squeezing at his skin while you whispered. “I’m not done yet.”

Frowning in confusion, Price didn’t have a moment longer to think about it as you suddenly raised his legs, forcing them up towards his chest by pushing against the hollow of his knees.

With a hitched breath, he watched you manoeuvre him, dutifully staying still while you began to lead the rope from his waist to his legs, wrapping it one by one both below and above his knees, forcing them to bend against itself and stay upright, suspended in the air and making his breathing pick up.

“Y/N, I don’t think-“ “Sssh, you’re being so good for me.” You interrupted and Price instantly shut up, wetting his lips as he watched you loop the rope a few more times before tying the knot on his right leg as well, fully tying him down. “Are you still okay for me to continue?” You then asked, rubbing your hand up and down his leg in a comforting gesture, watching as Price then nodded, seeming more calm – though no less excited.

Happy that he was still comfortable, you shifted to be better seated on your knees, leaning left and taking hold of his leg. With a little smile, you started slowly kissing down his thigh, from his knee, further and further down. With every other kiss, you gently grazed your teeth over his skin, moving from his upper leg down to his thigh, where you left light bites all the way down, making Price jerk despite being unable to move much.

“Stay still now.” You hummed, teasing him just a bit more before you glanced at the one place you had been neglecting all evening.

Right in front of you, Price’s cock was standing, hard as a rock and precum dribbling down the shaft.

With every touch to his inner thigh, you could practically see him twitch, desperately needing some attention.

Biting your lip, you debated for just a second, only to soften your gaze. He’d been led on enough.

Carefully, you leaned in, pressing your lips to the base. Price subtly gasped at the touch, sensitive as he felt you slowly start kissing up his shaft, your hands placed on his thighs, keeping his legs spread to make room for yourself.

“Fuck-“ He cursed as you kissed around his cock, moving up and down over and over, teasing him even more. “Y/N-“ He groaned and you chuckled.

“What was that?” You asked, knowing full well what you were doing as you then leaned in, sticking your tongue out and running it from the base, all the way to the tip, tasting his salty precum.

“Stop it already.” Price groaned, the muscles in his stomach tensing as you then shallowly wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking for just a second before pulling off. “No, shit-!” Price huffed, bucking his hips towards you.

“You’re not being very clear, captain.” You spoke and Price let out a stuttery breath, glaring down at you, though the effect was heavily negated by his blush.

Grinding his teeth, the man instead decided to stay silent and you smiled, licking a stripe up his shaft again before deciding to stop teasing, finally opening your mouth and taking it in.

As the warmth of your mouth enveloped him, Price gasped out a breath, his eyes nearly rolling back as they closed. “Fuck-“

Encouraged by that, you hollowed your cheeks and began to suck, slowly starting to bob your head up and down.

Panting a little harder already, Price felt his toes curl, unable to do anything else in his current position, the rope keeping friction on his skin as he tried to move.

Humming softly, you brought your right hand down, gathering some precum and spit as you slowly started to pump the base, working in tandem with your mouth.

Puffing out a breath, Price panted, his mouth open and alternating between watching you and dropping his head back to the pillow, trying to not make noise as he felt you suck him off.

Squeezing your hand while you pumped, you pulled your mouth back a bit, starting to swirl your tongue around the tip, pulling a groan from Price as he bucked his hips, accidentally forcing himself deeper.

Instead of commenting on it however, you took it in stride, glancing up and keeping your eyes on his face as you started bobbing your head again, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, fighting against your gag reflex.

“Bloody hell, just like that.” Price grunted, his fists clenched as he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your mouth looked wrapped around his cock, watching you take half of him, your tongue rubbing past the underside with every move.

Speeding up, you felt your spit gathering, wetting his cock and aiding the pump of your hand though you didn’t care, just keeping your eyes on his face, watching it contort in pleasure.

Every touch, suck and move had Price twitching and jolting beneath you, his limbs straining in the shibari rope as he tried to keep his composure, his blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears and even down his neck.

Pulling back for breath, you panted for a bit, letting your free hand run up his stomach, tracing the shibari pattern while your other hand continued jerking him, a small moan leaving Price while you caught your breath, instantly going back down on him once you did.

Arching his back as best as he could, Price groaned in pleasure, his chest heaving up and down as he panted, feeling his climax nearing, embarrassed from how quickly he was coming undone.

Feeling his cock jerk beneath your tongue, you doubled your efforts, relaxing your throat as you sped up, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, quickly bobbing your head up and down while wetly gagging.  

“Fuck, fuck!” Price groaned, barely able to suppress a moan as he felt you start to deepthroat him, his whole body feeling on fire as he lay there, tied up and hanging, limply unable to move, unable to grab you, unable to guide you or touch you.

Sensing he was getting closer, you hummed on purpose, sending the vibrations straight through him and causing his legs to close up around you.

Unbothered, you shifted your hand from the base of his cock, down, starting to gently play with his balls while you sucked.

Feeling the touch, Price gasped before arching his back and letting out a moan. “Shit, I’m gonna-“

Doubling your efforts, you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down, taking his cock as far into your mouth as you could, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat.

Moaning, Price jerked his hips, forcing the last of his length into your mouth though you quickly pushed him down, easily overpowering him as you continued to suck, Price arching his back as his breath hitched and stuttered.

Sucking sharply at the tip while squeezing at his balls, Price came undone.

With a loud moan, he emptied himself into your awaiting mouth, spurts of thick, white cum shooting down your throat.

Closing your eyes in delight, you relished the taste as you continued to suck until he finished, slumping back down on the bed as he lay panting, his cock in your mouth, his limbs tied and his cheeks a blazing red.

Pulling off, you were panting, reaching up and wiping the remnants of his cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, sucking the digit clean before you focused back on him, seeing his eyes firmly glued to your thumb and lips.

Sensing you looking at him, his eyes trailed up until they met yours. “What?” You asked softly with a small smirk.

Briefly worrying his bottom lip, Price then firmly tugged on the ropes binding his wrists, his own gaze turning more suggestive, making you shift a bit, wondering what was going on in his head. And you didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“Why don’t you untie me? And let me return the favour.”

Neighborly- Part II

Part 1

The next morning is chaos.

Keep reading

price the kinda lover to swarm you after you were out in the cold. hearty chuckles and teasing, poking your red nose and grabbing your hands between his to warm them up :(

the man literally flocks to you when you enter the house after running errands.

before you're even closing the front door by kicking it shut with your foot, he's already by you to help take grocery bags out of your hands. setting them down by the bench in the entry way, his hands cup your cheeks once they are bag free.

"you're freezing," he mumbles, thumbs brushing against your ice cold skin as you glance up at him. you can't help at how dramatic he can be sometimes when it comes to you.

"i'll be warm in no time," you reply, your hands reaching up to grab his wrists to try and tug them away gently. but, you should know better that you're never successful. "just the wind chill when i was unpacking the car."

"did you buy any perishables?" he questions, face leaning down closer to yours. shaking your head, you're about to question him but his lips prevent you from doing so.

"no-" you murmur against his lips, but his hands move away from your face and before you can process it, your body is being lifted off the ground as the kiss breaks. "john, what are you doing?" the chuckle that exits your body vibrates against him and he smiles as he heads for the stairs.

"gotta warm you up." he teases.

Cooking From The Heart

WC-1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of minor injury basically fluff

Notes: Reader has tinnitus, GN! Reader, no use of Y/N, established relationship with John Price

Placing the key into the ignition your car roars to life, your hand moves to the console to turn up the music for the radio preparing yourself for a long day. The car is piled to the brim with groceries ready to cook a feast for four hungry men. Pulling out of the parking lot you start to drive from London to the English countryside where the lone military base sits. As you drive you can’t help but reminisce on the past and how fortunate you are to have such an amazing life.

Joining the military at the ripe age of eighteen you met John Price, your rival, a man that always got on your nerves. Despite how good of a soldier he was he constantly had to outshine you whilst being blunt, hard headed, and a little cocky. You rose through the ranks with him, each promotion with him standing by your side getting the same title much to your dismay. As years pass you both set aside your differences becoming friends despite past bickering, soon after that John took your hand into his on a warm summer night in a safe house asking you to be his girlfriend. 

A long loud ring reverberates from your ears as the radio cuts out pulling you out of your memories, out of the past. A memory rushes through your mind reminding you of the bitter memory as to what changed your life for the better or worse.You and the boys were out fighting the cartel in Las Almas when a stun grenade rolled right to your feet. The flash blinded you and the ringing in your ears was deafening, but unlike the others the ringing in your ears never ceased. Due to tinnitus you were honorably discharged from the military cutting your career short. As you sat home alone you felt as though your life, your family was ripped away, it was hard not having the harsh routine of war in your life. The others and John tried their best to support you but nothing seemed to pull you out from the pit. But it all changed when you decided to go back to your old base to make home cooked meals for the men you loved. It made you feel connected again with those who fought by your side, it filled the hole in your heart. Since then you made it a weekly ritual when they were at base to cook for them.

Driving up to the guards of the base you smile pulling out your ID as usual despite how they were once under your command and how you visit weekly. You park your car and pick up a couple bags of groceries to bring into the community kitchen to start making dinner, it takes a couple trips to bring in all the bags due to the sheer amount of food you bought. You look at the analog clock to see it's only noon but it's essential to start early, needing every precious minute to cook or else they’d be eating at midnight. Turning on the radio you start to prep all the ingredients making sure to wash every vegetable there is, you mix the sauces and cut the herbs so the food will taste immaculate. 

Your mind drifts again, smiling softly as you remember the best day of your life. John held your hand softly guiding you through a small park nearby your shared flat until you saw the soft glow of candle lights illuminating the path ahead. Walking together hand in hand along the glowing trail until you reached a clearing where the moon was bright reflecting off the pond in front of you. You admired the scene getting lost in the moment until you looked back at John who was on his knee with a ring asking if you’d be his one and only.

Looking outside of the window you see the sun setting along with the sounds of boots shuffling against the floor, low playful banter echo through the halls and their baritone voices seem to shake the thin walls of the base. The voices become more clear as the men slowly enter the rec room, Soap's iconic accent rings out after a dramatic sniff of the air.

“Smells delicious charaid I oughta get tha’ recipe from you onea these day”, the scot says with an infectious smile. He moves in close attempting to dip his finger into the soup to have a taste. Before he could even attempt it you lightly smack his hand with a wooden spoon shaking your head as you continue to prep dinner, “Nuh uh Mactavish you’re not having a taste of the soup until it's done and all of you get washed up.”

A chuckle comes from Gaz as he grabs Soap by the collar dragging him away from the delectable pot of soup in front of them saying teasingly, “Y’know that our former Captain will never let you have a taste before its done, and they are right we’re pretty gross from training last one to the showers has to organize the armory”. With that the two sergeants sprint out of the rec room jeering and poking fun at each other. 

You chuckle at the childish sight feeling a familiar pair of eyes staring at you from the corner of the room. Without you even looking up to see who it is you say softly, “Hello Simon'', there's a moment of silence before the mans gruff voice responds quietly, “How are you holdin’ up captain?” disguised to know if you were ok mentally, a sign that he cared.

A small smile forms on your lips as you turn to look at the man that many fear, the ghost of 141. His eyes soften slightly as he sees the smile on your lips. “I’ve been good, sometimes it gets lonely back at the flat without you guys running around it but I've been waiting all week to see you guys again”, he nods before leaving the rec room getting the answer he wanted to hear heading to the showers just like his sergeants.

A single pair of boots walk towards you stopping right behind you, without any fear you lean back into the man's chest looking up at him. His beard is perfectly groomed as usual and his beautiful blue eyes look into yours. A small tired smile appears on his face as he leans down to kiss the crown of your head mumbling, “I missed you love”, his strong arms snake their way around your waist pulling you in closer. You turn your head to  the side of his cheek before returning to cooking dinner, enjoying the feeling of your husband holding you close. “I missed you to lovie”. Despite him seeing you every morning and everynight back at home, any time away from you was painful for him.

He stands behind you holding you close for a while enjoying your presence against his tired body. Slowly one of his hands reaches out to grab a piece of food still cooking before you take his hand into yours, stopping his attempt. Squeezing his hand before bringing it up to your lips to kiss softly you say teasingly, “You may be the Captain of this team but that doesn’t make you exempt from the rules big man”, he only laughs and kisses your cheek responding with a cheeky grin “We both know you can’t stay angry at me for long and who is the one that always got in trouble for breaking the rules while we were privates? Oh wait I think it was you”. You can’t help but roll your eyes playfully before playful shoving him off of your body, “I’m sorry love but you're drenched in sweat and smell bad, you need to go head to the showers or else I’m not saving you a plate. Dinner should be ready by the time everyones out.” John chuckles before kissing your cheek softly saying softly in his gruff voice, “Roger that captain I’ll go take a shower you better save me a plate”, he shuffles away leaving you alone in the kitchen yet again. 

The soft music from the radio playing in the background dulls the ringing in your ears and fills the lonely space. Searching through the many bags you brought to the base you finally  find the nice tablecloth, you spread it out and place it over the rickety old dining room table. As the music flows you place each plate, fork, and knife with care despite knowing it’ll be used to destroy the table cloth underneath them. You place the food onto the kitchen table due to the sheer amount of food there is, as you set down some vegetables you hear the jovial conversations of the team coming in ready to eat. 

Gaz lets out a low whistle, “Damn you really cooked your ass off huh”, you wipe your hands off on a towel before saying with a smile, “Only for my boys no one else gets the pleasure of having a taste”. The men start to gather around before you say, “Before everyone eats, no weapons at the table. Other soldiers can worry about war but right now it's dinner time, time for you to be men and not soldiers”

They place the weapons on a table nearby, their knives and pistols sit neatly so they can easily grab them just in case.  Soap looks up at you and says curiously, “We all know tha’ you don’t want knives at tha table but is there a reason as ta why?”. You look up at him and say frankly with a smile, “well I just want you guys to be relaxed for once, letting your worries go enjoying a nice dinner. Along with the time you tried to do a knife trick at the table and almost sliced off your finger” the men around Soap laugh. Ghost slaps Soap’s back playfully, “You were cryin’ like a baby Johnny, screamin’ out for the medic running around like a chicken without a head”.You join in with the laughter feeling the stresses of the week melt off your shoulders.

With a wide smile you announce happily, “Alright guys dig in”, Soap is the first to pick up his plate piling his food up onto the plate with the others right behind him doing exactly the same. John walks up to you with two plates, handing one of them to you, “Thank you love for making all of this food” you look up at him with a smile, “it's nothing John, I love doing this. It's the highlight of my week.” John allows you to go in front of him to get your food. You sit down at the table and John sits next to you, carefree conversations are made between the men and you as they start to eat their food. Their smiles and laughter are as precious as gold to you. This is your family, this is home and there is no greater joy in your life than to be eating dinner with the people you love most.