Neighborly- Part II

Neighborly- Part II

Part 1

The next morning is chaos.

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!! suggestive-ish; dirty talking n insinuations; simon n his big body <33

"c'mon, sweetheart," simon murmurs, watching you with narrowed eyes. "won't you tell me why you wanna ride me?"

you puff a trembling breath, gaze turned away from him, before replying, "wanna feel you, s'all." you chew on your words, the rumble of your voice is so soft that simon almost missed it.

almost.

he doesn't bother hiding his smirk.

"is that right?" he sounds breathy even to his own ears. "anythin' else?"

he watches as you shake your head, still looking away from him, all shy and docile in your embarrassment. simon almost heaves a saddened sigh, but he sees the way your eyelashes flutter in nervousness, your bottom lip all bitten and nibbled on, and decides to take it easy.

well.

easy on his terms.

"you wanna take me to the hilt, yeah?" simon begins, his voice genuine even with the faint teasing tone. he adjusts the two of you on the sofa, grunting in satisfaction when your eyes flick up to meet his shyly.

"you wanna take control? wanna set the pace and do all the work?" he massages your hips, working his hands to grab fistfuls of your muscle and fat, groaning at the way your skin dimples.

he pulls you close to him, your chest pressing against his own, and simon tries his best not to flick his eyes down just to see the way your tits are all squished up against him. god, even just feeling the softness of them makes his cock stir underneath his jeans.

simon brushes his lips over the shell of your ears, purposeful in their teasing touch. then, "you wanna know how deep i can go in you, huh? wanna take your sweet time – or not, depends."

he lands a smack on your ass, the slap ringing between you two, and simon chuckles at your bit-off squeak. he watches as you tilt your head up to glare at him but simon just grins, teasing and meanly, before pitching forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"no one's stoppin' you, princess." the words are mumbled into your skin and simon revels in the way you breathe in sharply, fingers trembling from where they are fisting his shirt, before groaning in quiet pleasure when he feels you rutting down onto his chub.

yeah. simon's gon' ruin you tonight.

Can we have sex

Literally name the time and the place and I'm there <33

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

captain mactavish's reputation precedes him, and yet standing before you as he does now, you can't help but wonder if something got lost in translation. 

soap is a riot once you get him going! he used to be even wilder, if you can believe it.  always was up for a laugh as a sergeant!

the man before you looks a little grizzled with age--stubble growing out to a beard, face smeared with black warpaint, and yet beneath thick brows, his blue eyes still sparkle despite his glower. handsome though, still incredibly handsome--which in your mind, is a problematic trait for a captain to have, especially one commanding you. 

he chats away to one of his sergeants, seemingly unaware of your presence on the periphery. assignment to this task force is only temporary, you reassure yourself. facing the captain's offensive good looks and intimidating demeanour will last a couple of weeks at most.

taking a breath, you step forward, just outside of the circle of captain mactavish and his sergeants. all eyes fall to you, but his are the ones you can't tear your gaze from. he seems to scrutinise you for a moment, cerulean eyes flickering up and down your form.

"you on ma team?" his voice isn't what you expected, and his accent is delicious--you know you're capable of remaining professional despite it all.

"yes sir." you chirp back instantly, obediently--hoping to not get on the wrong side of your newfound crush. 

he nods once at each of his soldiers, dismissing them before turning and heading in the direction of the nearby truck. it takes a moment for you to process before your legs catch up to your thoughts and you start following the captain. 

"keep up then lass, let's go." he calls over his shoulder, before stopping at the passenger side door. 

it's strange how he opens it for you, watching with intense eyes as you pull your gun into your lap and sink into the seat. captain mactavish takes the driver's seat, and quickly gets the car going down the dirt track.

your thoughts start to flood back to you now you're settled in the truck and have a few moments to think before you really need to get your head in the game. 

was the captain not expecting your assignment? it was rather rushed, even taking you by surprise. you'd only just had the chance to ask around about the captain before you were on the next flight over. perhaps you should introduce yourself properly. 

"i'm--" 

your words are cut off before you can even get out your name. "i ken who ye are." he says, voice a little deadpan and jaw a little tight--it makes your heart fall in a way it certainly shouldn't. 

the whole situation just left you perplexed. it seemed captain john mactavish definitely contained multitudes, and the gruff man you saw before you was what you would get while you were out on the field. 

"then why did you ask if I was the one on your team?" you ask, determined to not fall silent lest the atmosphere suffocate you. 

the captain throws his hand over the back of your seat, eyes meeting yours only briefly before he checks the view out of the back of the truck and starts reversing at speed. 

"jus' wanted to hear ye say 'yes sir.'" 

he glances back to you as he jerks the car around. a smirk tugs at his lips, and then he throws you a wink as you finally get to see that playful side you were promised. "sounds so pretty coming from yer mouth, doll." 

tw brief mention of grooming

i wish when i was younger i had elders in my life looking out for me so hard they tried to keep me away from shit i was too young to see. instead i had people sending and encouraging me to view content far beyond my years, and it damaged me forever.

no one is naive enough to think there aren't minors online accessing certain content. minors are doing that, minors are allowed to be horny and to explore their sexuality with age appropriate means. INTERACTING WITH ADULTS is not age appropriate, or appropriate for either child or adult.

beyond the moral scope, INTERACTING is also VIOLATING the boundaries of the blog owner, and being sexually inappropriate with them. being a minor does not absolve you of responsibility of your actions. if you truly were as mature as you believe yourself to be, you would not be acting the way that you are.

do you know how disgusting it feels as an adult to know a minor is reading your work? it feels beyond gross, incredibly inappropriate, and deeply disturbing. ask yourself, if you are a minor, WHY you would want to make another human being feel this way? why do you think it's okay?

if you are a minor interacting with my blog--please, go on, at least have the backbone to drop me a message just to let me know you're immature, selfish, unempathetic or just plain stupid.