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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ Taylor - she / her , twenty , the weeknd , writing , may gemini , mdni , requests open , writing tips , my side blog ⋆˚࿔ ꩜

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┈ ┈ ┈ ୨♡୧ ┈ ┈ ┈ fanfics - kinktober ‘25

divider creds - @hyuneskkami

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i just reminded myself why I don’t interact with cod tiktok or any headcanons on there anymore because OMG you guys so so boring, “Simon isn’t some muscled up daddy” “Johnny and Simon aren’t gay for eachother” “None of them would have a threesome” or “have all those kinks” “those people ruin the fandom”

SHUT UP, ITS CALLLED FANFIC FOR A REASON, LET PEOPEL LIVEEE LET THEM MAKE ANY HEAD CANNONS THEY WANT FOR THEMSELVES,

Why do you insist on making them boring and average and then shit on people who dont, I don’t care if it’s ‘realistic’. Fanfic isn’t always meant to be realistic, it’s FAN FICTION

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high key find it funny whenever someone uses gunpowder or cigarettes to describe what Simon smells like, like they both don’t stink and half of the time, they’re probably right lol

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If you were to ask Simon whether or not he missed his dad, he’d probably say no. Say he was glad the bastard was dead.

But if you were asked again, if you pushed? Maybe he’d say yes. Maybe he’d admit he missed him more than anything.

His father wasn’t all that bad, despite what everyone else around him thought. Sure, there were moments when the alcohol and pills blurred his judgment, when Simon himself was caught in between the crossfire of his father’s anger.

But what about the other times? The times his father scraped together just enough to buy Simon another book after he’d finished the last one. Or his ninth birthday, when his father crouched down to ruffle Simon’s hair before he handed him a library card, smiling when he saw his son’s face light up.

The afternoons he took Simon and Tommy to the small, rusted park near by their house, pushing them on the swings, higher each time, laughing as they begged for more.

It was those moments that stuck with him more than the bloody noses and black eyes ever did. His father was bad, but he wasn’t all that bad.

Not bad enough to stop Simon from standing at his grave each year on his birthday with flowers in his hands

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Simon didn’t understand jealousy. Jealousy over one of his partners talking to someone else: relationships were nothing without trust. If you didn’t have trust, what did you truly have?

Until he did. Until he felt it, that hot, searing burn in his stomach. The kind Kyle always talked about when he mentioned his bird. He felt it when he saw another man talking to you from across the bar.

It wasn’t about not trusting you. It was about the bloke with his fucking arm around your shoulder like it belonged there.

That was fine, though. He downed the rest of his whisky, standing up. He had no problem showing other bastards just who you were with.

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Love the trope of stalker being the person reader goes to about their stalker because they trust them not knowing they’re sitting across from said stalker likeee the enemy is closer than you think

He noticed the trouble in you long before you even had to say something.

Your twitchy fingers wrapped around the ceramic of your mug, the distant look in your eyes as you stared off, past him.

The two of you sitting inside your favorite coffee shop, the one you frequented often, but he wasn’t supposed to know that yet, love, you hadn’t told him but you would, soon enough.

“I didn’t know who else to go to” you finally said, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes.

“I trust you” Sure you do, love, and that’s exactly why he had to watch over you. You were just too sweet, too trusting of the wrong men.

“I think I’m being stalked.” You bit your bottom lip, already raw and chapped from the how many times you’d licked it in the past five minutes.

“I don’t know- I just- I feel a pair of eyes on me at all times. Especially when I’m walking home alone.”

The look in your eyes was one of hope as you searched his face, hopeful he wouldn’t think you were crazy. Not that it ever did much anyways, since his expression never changed from unreadable.

He gave a quiet, sympathetic hum and reached over, laying his hand over yours to show his faux support the best he could.

“Don’t worry, love. I can take care of that”

“How about I start by walking you home, hm?”

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Simon is the you never asked type of person.

“Huh, what’d you say?” Johnny whipped his head around so fast he swore he nearly gave himself whiplash, Kyle almost spit out his coffee, and even Price looked wide eyed: which said a lot, since it took a hell of a lot to faze the tired old git nowadays.

“I said I’m leaving early, today’s the missus’s birthday.”

“Since when do you even have a wife? You never told us???” Kyle’s voice cracked

“Huh, oh you never asked.”

“Plus, I gotta pick up the little one from school so cant be late”

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sometimes I forget about my tumblr notifications and just hand someone my phone, like mb let me just turn that off rq

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Plush thighs that filled out cushion seats, round cheeks that he knew would grow rounder when you smiled, soft curves he could see even under your clothes.

it was girls like you.

The ones who did a double take when someone asked for their number, eyes flicking around the bar at all the other pretty women. Women who moved with confidence like it came as second nature. Women didn’t second guess a single thing about themselves.

But that was okay, love.

Because over time, he’d show you that every curve that adorned your body deserved nothing less than worship and praise. Deserved hands that knew how to hold softness without breaking it.

He noticed the way you tried to shrink yourself as he stood in front of you, he could tell you weren’t used to being wanted the way he wanted you. He could see the quiet disbelief in your eyes when he asked if you’d fancy a date sometime

But he’d fix that darling, over time slowly but surely, he’d intentionally show you. With praise from his mouth and kisses from his lips. He’d make sure you couldn’t hide.

He’d make sure you saw yourself the way his eyes did.

divider creds - @/hyuneskkami

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I’ve been gone for a while because I ended up getting mono from my coworker after she told me she’d been drinking from my water bottle without telling me ONLY after she said she tested positive and realized she had it but it’s been a while and I think im finally over it because I feel better. Plus i wanna get back to writing and finish my Kinktober prompts which I’ll probably put my a03 so yeah idk that’s it

I’m still so mad at my coworker though

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6 | BUNNY - OUTDOOR SEX + PRIMAL PLAY - M.LIST

╰ now playing: hands all over

- simon riley x fem afab reader. ╰ didn’t matter how fast you ran through the woods, he always caught you, and fuck you

(Smidge of degradation??)

You didn’t think much of it when you and Simon headed up to his cabin for the week.

You knew he liked the quiet, had been itching to get out there for a while. But when night eventually fell, it became obvious the cheeky bastard had more than a few reasons besides fresh air and silence.

The grin plastered on his face gave him away.

“What?” you huffed, tilting your head at him, half amused and half curious.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning close enough that his breath brushed your cheek.

“Dunno, bunny”

Wrong. He knew exactly, just didn’t feel like telling you straight

You narrowed your eyes “Simon.”

His grin widened, before reluctantly giving in after your warning.

“Just saying… we’re out in the woods. Alone. No neighbors knocking on the door about us being too loud.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the reminder. Of course. How could you forget the knock from the grumpy old man next door to yours and Simon’s apartment? You were mortified as you stood behind Simon in nothing but his oversized shirt as the man half tired half grumpy muttered something about needing sleep for work and if you could keep it down for the night. You still couldn’t look the man in the eye when passing back him in the mailroom. Hell, you even baked cookies the following week as an apology.

You swatted at Simon’s arm “What exactly are you getting at?”

“Remember you said you always wondered if those shitty horror movies we watch, the ones where the killer chases the girl through the woods were realistic?” He paused, smug as ever “We could test that out now.”

You stared at him. Nearly laughing before you did, unable to hold it in any longer “This is your way of asking me if you can chase me through the woods?”

His shoulders shrugged though you didn’t miss the glint in his eyes “Maybe”

You looped your arms around his neck, pressing a teasing kiss to his forehead “You’re insane”

“Mm. And you love it”

The next thing you knew, you were being shoved gently out the cabin door into the biting night air. You barely managed to tug your boots on before he nudged you further out onto the porch.

“No coat?” you complained.

“Gotta be realistic, bunny,” he muttered, shutting the door behind you.

You sighed, nerves jittering with something far more electric than the cold. He gave you three minutes. Said just to run as fast and as far as you could.

So you did.

The woods swallowed you quickly. You darted between trees, breath puffing out in the night air, heart hammering against your ribs. You didn’t know if the timer was up yet, if he was already after you, or if you were running too far.

Adrenaline pushed you deeper, until your legs ached and your chest burned.

Finally, you dropped onto a damp log, sucking in sharp breaths. Just a minute. Just one to breathe. You figured if, when, you heard him, you’d scramble back up quickly and continue running.

It didn’t take long. Less than five minutes, maybe. Because you heard leaves crunched under large footsteps, closer and closer. You swore you’d gone deep enough, but then again underestimating Simon was always a mistake. The steps grew louder, yet never picked up their pace like he was dragging it out, stalking you just to mess with you further

Your pulse jumped.

The second he stepped past your hiding place, you bolted, your boots landing against the forest floor faster than you could blink, twigs snapping beneath your feet.

His head whipped at the sound of your quickened breaths, and a sharp laugh cut through the night.

“Can’t run that far, bunny” His voice rang behind you, smug and confident , followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps following right after you.

Your breath hitched when they drew closer, that laugh spilling after you: he was enjoying this, purposefully taunting you and god help you, the sound made your thighs clench.

The deeper you ran, the darker it got making it harder to see. Branches scratched against your arms, logs suddenly in your path.

You were running blindly now, stumbling more with each step until your toe caught on a stump and you hit the ground hard, palms sinking into cold mud as the impact knocked the wind out of you.

And that was when you heard him: closer than ever, standing right up behind you, his laughter no longer taunting only mocking now that he finally caught you.

"Feels like you didn’t even try, bunny,” he said, a mock pout you could make out faintly on his face.

He dragged you up by the back of your shirt almost like a cat with its scruff, forcing you to stand: he kept you upright, knowing you too well, he could tell when your knees were about to buckle.

“Though it didn’t matter if you did” he continued dryly.

He pulled rope out of a backpack you hadn’t even noticed he was wearing. The look on your face made him smirk; he held the rope up, silently telling you he always came prepared.

He shoved you against the tree beside you: not hard enough to hurt, just rough enough to make his point.

“I’d still get you” he whispered in your ear

Taking advantage of your stunned state, he grabbed your wrists and tied them firmly around the trunk. When he finished, he stepped back a few paces to admire his work.

“You look good like this, y’know?” he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before stepping back in close, you could feel his warm breath on your back it sent a shiver down your spine.

“But you’d look so much better begging me to let you come.”

The zipper of his pants cut loud through the quiet of the woods. His lips trailed slow kisses up your neck while one hand slipped between your thighs, dipping past your pants waistband and into your underwear.

He didn’t even need to touch your panties to know how wet you were, he pulled back at the last second, chuckling when he heard the whine that left your lips.

He didn’t say a word, just tsked and crouched to grab something from the dirt: A blade. You realized too late what he was holding when cold steel slid through the fabric of your pants, tearing clean before his hands ripped the rest away.

Left in nothing but your shirt and panties, you felt hot under the weight of his stare even though the you had goosebumps from the cold.

He pressed the trip of the blade to your skin, dragging it down the length of your spine.

From your neck, down slow all the way until he reached your mid back. Where he suddenly tore your shirt apart with his hands. He kept the knife moving lower, down to the curve of your panties, and pressed it right in between your thighs, just enough on your cunt to make you gasp.

“God, look at you. Such a dirty whore for getting off on this.” His laugh was mocking before he tossed the knife into the dirt and ripped your panties away himself.

“Now’s the fun part, yeah?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your ear, then another to your shoulder as he lined himself up against your entrance.

He pushed in slow at first, stretching you open on his cock until your toes curled. Your wrists pulling tight against the rope. The rough bark bit at your skin as he bottomed out with a blunt sharp thrust that forced a cry out of your throat.

“Shhh, don’t start crying yet bunny” he muttered against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark or two.

His hips set into a steady rhythm, rough enough that the tree bark scraped at your chest with every thrust. His hand slid around to grip at your throat, keeping your head tilted just how he wanted.

“Look at you, fucking pathetic. Tied up out here in the woods, taking cock like you were made for it” He grunted, voice right in your ear, taunting with every thrust of his hips.

You whimpered when he pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back in with enough force to make your knees buckle: he held you up easily.

The tears were already starting to blur your vision, dripping hot and salty down your cheeks. He saw, of course he saw, and his hand left your throat to smear the wetness across your face with his the pad of his thumb.

“There it is, that’s what I wanted to see, my crybaby slut, all tied up and dripping”

Your whine broke into a choked moan, the coil in your stomach tightening “P-please, Simon, I— I need to—”

He cut you off with a tsk, thrusts never faltering “Need to what? Come, already? Pathetic, haven’t even fucked you that long and you’re already begging” He leaned in,

“You think you deserve it?”

“Yes! Please- please, I can’t—” Your words broke off into a sob when he deliberately slowed his pace, grinding into you instead of giving you the friction you needed to finish.

“Fucking useless,” he muttered, he tiled your head further to the side, to have a go at licking the tears from your cheeks with his tongue “Can’t even take it without crying can you?”

“Beg harder”

“Please, Simon- need you, need to come so bad, I’ll do anything—”

That seemed to finally satisfy him because his hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as he picked up the pace again, relentless this time, cock driving into you so deep you could hardly think around it. The rope dug into your wrists as you cried out, body shuddering hard against the tree.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fucking take it. Come for me, bunny, make a mess all over my cock.”

Your orgasm hit hard, your whole body jerking against the restraints, loud sobs spilling from your lips as he kept pounding through it. The tears came faster, streaking down your cheeks while he fucked you through every wave.

“Good girl. That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, hips slamming into yours a few more times before he buried himself into your shoulder and came with a rough growl, his forehead slick with sweat

For a long moment, all you could hear was the sound of your ragged breathing mixing with his. He pulled back just enough to glance at the tear stained mess of your face over your shoulder, smirking as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Beautiful fucking sight,” he murmured,

“Might have to drag you back out here tomorrow. See how many times I can make you cry for me.”

He slowly undid the ropes with a gentle smile on his face “But for now let’s get you back so I can clean you up and so we can watch another cheesy horror movie, yeah?”

I’ve made up my mind and this is about them after they got together I can’t even go back to look or read it because I cringe at my old writing every time

divider creds @/strangergraphics

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5 | DESSERT - DACRYPHILIA - M.LIST

╰ now playing: peppers

- price x fem afab reader. ╰ Nothing got him going more than oral: giving or receiving, it didn’t matter, but he had a special weakness for the moments your eye brimmed with tears while you tried to take him whole

Price who loved nothing more than oral and head: giving or reciving.

He liked going down on you after a long day at work, after he ate a plate of warm food you cooked him. This was his way of thanking you and also maybe a bit selfishly winding down and nothing did better then when he got to lap at your pussy like a straved man:

Sucking at your cunt until you were moaning his name then afterwards when you’d come he’d take his time to lick all your jucies up.

He liked going down on you just as much he liked when you went down on him, when your hands rested on his knees and his in your hair, your mouth streched around his cock ajusting to the girth, when he softly cooed gentle praises into your ear, talking you through it.

Just like he was right now

“Shh,” His voice was low, coaxing with the rough grip he had in your hair. “That’s it, love, taking me so well, yeah?”

His hand slipped from your hair just long enough to tuck a strand behind your ear, clearing your face so he could watch every twitch and tear

He liked to see you unravel on your knees because of him. Your eyes were already brimming with tears as his cock nudged deeper in your throat, just enough to make you gag: the sound nearly breaking his thin composure.

A scarred knuckle brushed under your lashes, swiping at the tears that slipped free. His lips curved faintly.

“No need to cry, sweetheart,” he murmured, though his cock twitched against your tongue at the sight of it “You can take it. Know you can”

The warmth of your mouth had him dizzy, every muffled whimper vibrating around his cock and driving him closer to the edge.

He let you up just long enough for you to gasp for air, your lips red and swollen, spit and precum glistening on your tongue.

The sight had him quickly dragging you back down onto his cock until your nose was pressed into his curly pubes, tears now spilling freely down your cheeks as your throat convulsed around him.

“Fuck— just like that, that’s my girl, take all of it.” His voice cracked

“Gonna cum, love”

The glossy look in your eyes was all it took: his hand tightened in your hair as his hips stuttered, his cock jerking as he came hot down your throat. His groan wrecked, every muscle straining as he held you there, forcing you to swallow every drop

“That’s it,” he praised, practically panting from his oragasm “Prettiest thing i’ve ever fucking seen”

He pulled you off his cock with a wet pop and slowly licked your tears away.

“So fucking pretty when you cry for me.”

im gonna go shower now 😛

divider credits - @/strangergraphics

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4 | PLENTY TO GO AROUND - VOYEURISM - M.LIST

╰ now playing: couldn’t think of a song 😞

- task force x price’s wife reader. ╰ all of them were like hounds, acting like they’d never had a proper meal before you had to remind them sweetly there was plenty to go around

Price was getting old. Not so old he couldn’t fuck you anymore: god forbid that day ever come, but old enough that more than a couple of rounds wasn’t what it used to be. His legs cramped halfway through, his back ached the next morning, and recovery came slower than it once had.

But limiting you? That was something he’d never do

So who better to trust than his three most loyal soldiers?

He’d brought it up to you first, gauging your reaction, then Kyle, then Simon. Johnny, he saved for last: Johnny was a hound, and Price knew the moment he caught wind of it, he wouldn’t need convincing.

And he hadn’t been wrong.

The night started tame enough: all of them crowded around the dining table in your home, eating the warm meal you’d cooked. You could tell by the way they practically inhaled it, choking down mouthfuls, ready to fight each other over seconds. That it had been a long time since any of them had a proper home cooked dinner. You had to laugh, sweetly reminding them there was plenty to go around.

The night ended with your cunt stretched and stuffed by three cocks. Not all at once, not yet, maybe someday but one after the other, each taking their turn like the good soldiers Price had raised them to be.

All had different paces and techniques to pull sounds from your throat until your voice was wrecked.

Simon was steady, he set a firm pace and didn’t let up until your voice was nothing but broken mewls and your nails left dents in his skin. He held you down, grinding deep, waiting until you were shuddering under him before he gave in with a groan of his own.

Kyle was patient, he took his time dragging you over the edge, his fingers and tongue working you slow enough to make you beg and by the time you finally came on his mouth, the buildup had you rolling your eyes back into your skull, crying his name while he kept you open and trembling.

Johnny was a hound. He pumped into you with a grin, rough hands holding your hips steady as he rubbed circles into your clit. His mouth was everywhere: on your neck, your breasts, pulling your nipple between his teeth as you screamed his name. He walked away with the most scratches on his back, showing them off proudly, smirking when he saw tge jealous glint in Simon’s eyes and the scowl tugged at Kyle’s face.

And where was Price? In the corner.

He sat back in the armchair, gaze heavy as he watched. At first, his hand only palmed the hard outline of his cock through his trousers, but by the time he’d seen you and Kyle fall apart together: your cunt clenching around Kyle’s cock as he groaned into you, Price had his cock in his fist, stroking slow to the sight in front of him.

By the end, when you were limp and wrecked and every one of his men had filled you, he finally stood, pushing them aside with nothing but a look.

“Watch how a real man takes care of his woman” He rasped

Price, out of all of them, had the most experience. He knew exactly what signs to look for in a woman eyes and body, knew where she was and met her there, the flicker in your eyes, the way your body tensed just before your release. His fingers worked you open steady until your soft moans turned into gasps against his ear, your voice trembling as you told him you were cumming.

He nearly grinned, when he glanced up to see the three of his men standing in a row, eyes fixed on you awe as they watched their captain fingered his wife.

Simon had to adjust himself, already straining against his pants, as though he’d go another round right then.

This wouldn’t be the last time: not that any of you had plans of stopping to begin with.

divider credits - @/strangergraphics

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3 | RESTLESS HOUNDS - THREESOME - M.LIST

╰ now playing: são paulo

- kyle x johnny x fem afab reader. ╰ it was like throwing a dog a bone: put the three most horniest soldiers together and something was inevitable to happen.

It was bound to happen at some point.

Like throwing a dog a bone: put the three horniest soldiers together, and something was inevitable.

Price, of all people, had set it up. He'd assigned you, Johnny, and Kyle together for a small undercover mission.

The job was simple: you and Johnny would pose as a newlywed couple, a distraction, while Kyle slipped in to grab a USB. And if things went south? Cause a scene.

The mission itself had been a success. Easy in, easy out. All that was left was to hole up at a hotel for the night before heading back in the morning.

That was the first mistake.

The second came at the front desk, when the woman behind the counter smiled politely and explained there was only one room left. Two twin beds. Nothing more.

Kyle sighed running a hand through his hair, he dug his wallet out from his pockets.

"I'll take the couch" he muttered, sliding his credit card across the counter.

"There isn't a couch in our standard rooms," the woman said sweetly. "Only the suites and none are available tonight"

Johnny groaned, shoulders slumping. He looked every bit the picture of exhaustion, all he wanted was to take his jeans and boots off and find somewhere soft to collapse.

"Let's just get it, yeah? We'll figure it out when we get upstairs" He clapped Kyle's back with a lopsided grin, trying to smooth it over.

Kyle shot him a flat look, but Johnny only leaned against the counter, flashing the woman his best smile.

"Great. We'll take it."

"Great. Two small-ass twin beds" Kyle huffed, running a hand over the stubble on his jaw. He stood in the middle of the room, looking over it several times like it'd magically change: he could only hope.

You let out a sigh, scanning the room with him like maybe it would help.

"We could..." You trailed off, looking between the beds.

"Why don't we just push them together?" Johnny chimed in, hands shoved in his pockets. He walked over to one of the frames, giving it a testing shake to see if it would budge.

Kyle hummed, setting his bag down with a grunt of relief.

"For three people, though, bit cramped, no?"

"Better than nothing," Johnny stretched his arms over his back with a huff. "So what then? All to one side, or do we split the middle?"

"He's right," you said, glancing at Kyle. "It's only one night. Then we get to go back to our own, much comfier beds." You grinned. "At least here we've got a halfway decent mattress." Kyle snorted at that.

"Middle's best," you decided, moving toward the second bed to help Johnny push them together. "That way the sides have more room."

"Where the fuck did you get that?" you laughed, smacking Johnny between the shoulder blades as he pulled a bottle of Jack from his bag.

Kyle sat down next to you, just as shocked yet in a better mood now he had time to relax and take a shower since getting the room.

"No, seriously. We didn't stop anywhere else today and there's no way you brought that through airport security"

Johnny popped the cap with a twist, taking a long swig before answering.

"No questions, Garrick. Just be in awe at how good a teammate I am for even thinking of sharing."

He passed the bottle over and Kyle accepted it with an amused sigh, reluctant but not refusing, before tipping it back.

Wiping his mouth, Kyle gave Johnny a flat look.

"Couldn't even get the decent stuff, could you?" he teased.

"One more word," Johnny warned, already grinning "and I'll only share with Bonnie."

Kyle handed the bottle back, shaking his head with a scoff.

"Christ, you're impossible."

Johnny only smirked, his eyes flicked toward you, lingering a little too long.

"Bonnie doesn't seem to mind and I'll go out on a limb and say you don't either."

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. You took the bottle when Kyle passed it, the burn of whiskey spreading down your throat, and when you set it aside Johnny was still watching. Both you and Kyle with a glint in his eyes.

That grin of his hadn't budged.

Kyle noticed too.

"Don't start," he muttered a faint pink hue visible across his cheeks, he ran a hand over his face. But he didn't move. Didn't stop it either.

Johnny tilted his head, gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower.

"Not starting anything," he shrugged, "Just saying... two beds pushed together, bottle of Jack, nothing else to do tonight, feels like fate, eh?"

Kyle groaned, half in exasperation, half in resignation. "You're a fucking-" he trailed off, clear he didn't quite know what to say back, in return he took another long swig from the now half empty bottle in front the three of you.

"Maybe." Johnny's grin widened. "But I reckon Bonnie looks like she could use a bit of trouble"

"You too Kyle" he added

The air shifted: heavier now. And when Johnny finally reached over, lightly brushing his fingers against your knee like it was nothing, Kyle didn't pull any back or say something. He only exhaled slow, like he already knew where the night was headed.

Kyle passed the bottle back to Johnny, shaking his head with a low laugh.

He tipped it back again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His grin stayed sharp.

"Don't act like you're not thinking the same, Garrick. Two beds pushed together, nothing to do, c'mon, mate, connect the dots"

Your face heated, and you tried to laugh it off, shifting in place.

"Don't drag me into your," you gestured between them "bullshit."

Kyle let out a scoff, running a hand over his jaw like he could hide the flush creeping in and the faint glint in his eye only Johnny caught it immediately like a hound, his grin widening like a wolf baring teeth.

"Knew it. You're right there with me, Garrick, you just don't got the stones to say it out loud."

"You're just drunk." He retaliated

"And you're a shit liar," Johnny shot back, leaning back on his palms he spread himself out comfortably. His knee brushed Kyle's like it was on purpose. "Bonnie's sat here, looking like that, and you mean to tell me you don't want it? Bollocks”

You tried to scoff, though it came out weaker than intended.

The heat between them pulled at you: Johnny so forward, Kyle's reluctant denial cracking at the seams. You could feel it pressing down on you, you didn't have the guts to admit it as openly as Johnny was but at the same time you also wouldn't deny it either.

"Fuck it," Kyle muttered, looking over at you then at Johnny.

"Fuck it," Johnny echoed

Johnny had you laying on the bed spread open under him, pounding into you deep enough that the headboard rattled against the wall. Each thrust making you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, your slick clung to him every time he pulled out.

"Fuck, Bonnie," He groaned, his grip tightening on your hips

"Squeezing me like you're made for it."

Kyle's hand was already between your thighs, rubbing your clit as he watched you fall apart in awe.

"Ah fuck- your practically dripping" He muttered

Johnny chuckled at that, speeding up his pace, and sharing a look with Kyle. You weren't quite sure what it meant but you had a good guess when his fingers picked up the pace as well

You cried out, the coil inside of you winding tighter, Your whole body shook, cunt clenching tight around Johnny’s cock.

"Let's get you there, yeah? You wanna cum my cock Bonnie?"

You let out a whimpered plea, shaking your head as you slowly felt your orgasm wash over you, legs quivering as you bit down on your lip closing your eyes until you felt a rough hand squeeze your cheeks

"Nuh uh none of that let us hear you, yeah love?" Kyle spoke, he only let go when you opened your mouth: soft mewls spilling out.

"Fuck love, yer sound so pretty"

Johnny orgasm followed not short after yours, his seed filling you up with a stuttered groan

He hadn't even fully pull out before Kyle was tugging you onto his lap, sliding into you while you were still messy and trembling. You gasped at the stretch, clutching his shoulders.

"Kyle- please—"

"Shhh," he rasped against your ear, setting a slower pace to savor the feeling of your cunt around his cock "Feels so fucking good, god sweetheart"

Johnny, sprawled beside you, still grinning, sweat damp on his forehead, propped himself up. His hand slid down Kyle's toned chest, flicking at one of harden bud of his nipples, Kyle's rhythm faltered instantly, a groan escaping from his chest.

"Christ- Johnny—"

"Relax, mate" Johnny's tone was smug, lips dragging over Kyle's jaw before he slid down his body "Lemme help"

Before you could catch your breath, Johnny had Kyle's nipple in his mouth sucking hard enough that Kyle's hips jerked helplessly. He swore rough the sound echoing in your ear, fucking up into you while Johnny sucked him above

"Sensitive, Kyle? Never would have guessed" Johnny chuckled though his tone sounded like he wasn't as surprised as he acted

You whined, bouncing in his lap, each grind sending sparks through your overstimulated body.

Kyle caught your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans, his thrusts growing frantic as Johnny sucked hickeys into his neck. It didn't take long. Kyle's whole body tensed, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he came with a strangled groan, holding you tight to his chest.

Johnny pulled back with a laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Hell of a view," he panted.

You weren't left alone for long. Johnny dragged you off Kyle's lap, flat onto your stomach and buried his face behind your thighs, his weight pressing you into the mattress, every lap of his tongue made you cried into the sheets, half pleasure, half overstimulation as you felt your second orgasm ripped through you faster than the first, Johnny tugged at your hair firmly, yanking you forwarded for a filthy kiss.

"Thought you were spent, Bonnie," he growled against your lips "But look at you- fucking taking it like you were made for it"

Kyle groaned softly beside you, still trying to catch his breath. His hand slid down your stomach, fingers spreading lazily over your clit, circling it with an unsteady rhythm that still made your thighs twitch, back arching as your body went rigid, legs trembling against the sheets.

At the same time Johnny's mouth wrapped around Kyle's cock, sinking down until his throat worked around the length.

"Bloody- fuck," Kyle swore under his breath. His fingers faltered for just a second as his hips jerked, overwhelmed by Johnny's mouth swallowing him down.

Johnny pulled off with a slick pop, spit stringing between his lips and Kyle's cock. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it lightly as he smirked. "Fuck, I was joking about you being sensitive, Garrick, but seems you really are, huh?"

Kyle's answer came out more desperate than he meant it to: a small, broken whimper that startled even him. Your own head snapped toward him.

"Whatever— fuck- just don't stop" Kyle groaned, hips bucking into Johnny's hand

“Whatever you say” Johnny leaned back down, swallowing Kyle's cock again until his nose brushed the dark curls at the base. His throat worked around him, obscene and wet, the sound making your clit throb under Kyle's fingers.

He picked up the rhythm against your clit. His fingers rubbed faster now, sending sparks through your entire body until your thighs clamped helplessly around his wrist.

"Kyle— oh god" you gasped, hand clawing at the sheets. Your hips rolled against his touch, chasing the pleasure he drew from you.

"That's it, love," he rasped. His jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed shut, but his focus didn't waver from working you closer, matching every stroke Johnny gave him with a firm drag of his fingers on you.

You couldn't hold back: the wet sound of Johnny's mouth taking Kyle, the feel of his strong fingers sliding perfectly over your clit, the ragged groans muffled in Kyle's throat. It was too much.

The coil in your stomach snapped hard, your orgasm crashing through you in a violent wave. You cried out, riding out every last shock until you collapsed against him, boneless and twitching.

Kyle bit out a curse as his release followed shortly after you. His hips jerked helplessly into Johnny's mouth, and when Johnny hummed in back his throat, the vibration was enough to tip him over the edge.

"Fuckk-“ Kyle groaned, spilling hot down his throat. His whole body tensed as Johnny took every drop, swallowing around him until Kyle was twitching too hard to take anymore.

Johnny finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, lips swollen and wet. He looked between you and Kyle, "Sensitive my arse, you both sound like you're gonna fucking die"

Kyle went slack, flopping back against the pillows, His hand was resting over your stomach comfortably. “Sleeping on two twin beds doesn’t sound bad now” He murmured

You chuckled, still breathless, your cheek pressed into Kyle's shoulder as you got comfortable and Johnny not long after took the side beside you, his head resting on your chest as he followed you and Kyle into sleep.

would you consider jack daniels the “bad stuff” or is Kyle just a high maintenance picky bitch? 🤔 dw baby I still love you either way

idk I just really love the idea of more sub leaning Kyle and reader x pleasure dom Johnny

THIS TOOK FOREVER, cus half way through i didn’t really like how i wrote it so i deleted it and started over then i got it how i liked it and my crusty old computer refreshed and a good major of the smut was deleted so i had to do it again also im sure they’re are loads of grammar errors and mistakes so i apologize for that

divider creds -@\strangergraphics

[shinoko-oshi]

2 | OURS NOW - KIDNAPPING - M.LIST

╰ now playing: pretty

- poly task force x fem afab reader. ╰ you said you would never warm up to them, but it’s hard not to when you start to see them in a different view, now your bent over a desk

It started with only two of them at first. Names you learned not long after: Johnny and Kyle.

They'd kidnapped you and kept you in the basement of a small log cabin, bringing you food and occasionally company. Johnny had a habit of coming down to ramble about whatever was on his mind, sometimes dragging Kyle with him and a deck of cards so you could play uno together.

But from the way they argued upstairs, it was obvious they'd bitten off more than they could chew. That's when “Ghost”showed up.

The first time he introduced himself, his gaze fell over you in a quick up and down sweep before he muttered, "Ghost," and turned to leave, heavy boots thudding up the stairs.

He always wore a mask around you, a faded black balaclava with a white skull stretched over the front until the day he didn’t, this time he’d brought your food without it. He never brought it up so neither did you.

For a while, it was just the three of them. Until one night you heard four pairs of steps instead of three.

The newcomer looked older than the rest, a weathered fisher hat pulled low, snug against his head, his fingers raked through a neatly kept beard. His eyes lingered on you before a small smirk tugged at his lips.

"So you're the little birdie they've been talking about, huh? Call me John, love."

You told yourself you'd never warm up to them. well, not any more than you already had. Johnny and Kyle had kidnapped you, after all. Then “Ghost” and John showed up, and neither seemed too concerned about your situation.

But days bled into weeks, and somewhere along the way, the rules changed. The heavy padlock on the basement door stayed unlatched more often. Soon, they were letting you upstairs, at first only when someone was watching, but eventually, you were free to roam the cabin.

The only locks left were on the front and back doors. You weren't stupid: you knew you wouldn't be walking out of here any time soon. Still… it felt different.

You started noticing things you shouldn't have: The way Kyle's shirt clung to his shoulders after he came back from the gym, the strain of Ghost's forearms when he carried in groceries,, the way John's fingers flexed when he flicked the burnt ash off the tip of his cigarette . And Johnny... Johnny was trouble. Always grinning, always leaning too close, smelling faintly of firewood smoke and something warm you couldn't name.

Your days fell into an odd rhythm.

Mornings were quiet, Kyle usually making you breakfast as Simon, who finally told you his real name sat next to you quietly sipping a warm cup of tea , John came and went but he always made sure to spend time with his birdie. He'd already showed you all the Indiana Jones movie, most evenings consisted of you and him curled up together on couch watching or rewatching one while he rambled offhandedly about the franchise.

Johnny was the one who was around most of the time, either fixing up the small things around the cabin that needed to be fixed or sketching in his sketchbook, he'd draw you once while you ate lunch and came over to show you it. Scratching the back of his head he muttered it was nothing special but in your eyes it was amazing and after that whenever he wanted to draw you again he'd just ask, biting his cheek in concentration as you drew down the pose you were doing

He was restless in a way the others weren't, forever tapping a rhythm on the counter or fiddling with something in his hands. He had a habit of finding you wherever you were: leaning in the doorway while you made yourself a sandwich, or leaning over the back of the couch while you read, far too close when there was no reason for him to be there.

It was the same today. You were curled up on the couch, flipping lazily through book Kyle said was good, when he flopped down beside you without asking.

"Bored?" he stretched his arm across the back of the couch so casually it felt deliberate.

You gave him a side glance. "A little"

He grinned. "Knew it hen. You need just need something to loosen you up"

You rolled your eyes but didn't move away when his arm brushed your shoulders. He was warm, always, his body radiating heat

Later, when the sun had dipped behind the trees, you heard the front door creaked open, and in Johnny stepped, a grin plastered on his face. In his hand was a bottle of Whisky

"Got something for you," he said, holding it up before tossing his jacket on the armchair. "Figured we could share. Loosen you up a bit, yeah?"

"Is that... whiskey?" You murmured

"Aye, the good stuff Bonnie" He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig before handing it to you. "Go on”

Reluctantly you took the bottle from his large hands. The first sip burning the back of your throat, making you cough.

Johnny only laughed, reaching over to pat your knee. "Atta girl. That's how you know it's working”

One sip turned into two, then three. Soon, you were both stretched out on the couch, passing the bottle back and forth. You told him about stupid things you'd done as a teenager. He told you about fights he'd gotten into in bars, about a motorcycle he'd once owned and wrecked, about the time Kyle nearly shot him in the foot.

And at some point, you realized you were leaning against him, your shoulder pressed to his chest. His fingers toyed lazily with the hem of your sleeve.

"You're not as bad as I used to think you were” you hummed, taking another swig from the now half empty bottle.

"Not as bad?" his gaze dropped to your mouth with a smirk. "I'll take it”

The air between you felt heavier the more you drank, full of something neither of you wanted to name. You didn't know who leaned in first, but suddenly his mouth was on yours, warm and tasting faintly of whiskey.

He cupped your jaw almost instantly, rough fingertips angling your face so he could fit his mouth to yours more perfectly. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt before you suddenly pushed away, wiping the whiskey off your lips.

"I... want all of you," you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "Not just you- Kyle, Simon and John too.."

It was quiet, most mornings were, but today it was quieter than usual. Simon didn’t tell you any corny dad jokes he’d read from in the morning paper like he usually did after he finished his tea, Kyle didn’t ask you how you sleep nor was your pancake heart shaped when he handed it to you, something else clearly on his mind.

John was still sitting on the back deck, he hadn’t gone on his morning walk like he did every early morning and Johnny was sitting on the couch, restlessly flicking through the tv channels while he drummed his fingers against the wooden coffee table

You waited until John slide the glass door open and came back inside to finally speak

“Why are you all acting so weird?”

Johnny turned his head and sat up on the couch at the sound of your voice, Simon finally looked over to you

“I mean usually you all act a bit weird, but your weirder today” you added as your eyes flicked before the four and waited for one of them to speak up

Price let out a huff scratching the back of his head

“Christ, love… you make it sound like we’ve been caught with our hands in the biscuit tin” he muttered, lips quirking. “Nothing wrong, just Johnny’s got a big mouth, that’s all”

Your eyes flicked to Johnny, who immediately shifted on the couch, ears pink as he ducked his head.

“I- it’s not like that,” Johnny started, then winced when Simon finally shot him a look “Alright, maybe it is like that, I said something I shouldn’t have, about… y’know, us?”

“Us?” you repeated, heart thudding as the room went quiet.

“Us” Simon chimed in bluntly “Sex, you saying you want all of us, stop being around the bush, yeah?”

You looked down at your hands resting in your lap “He’s right” you huffed “I said I want all of you and I do, lets do it then”

“Fuck, you’re tight, Bonnie—” Johnny groaned as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you around him inch by inch.

Price was right in front of you on the bed, one large stroking your cheek as he kept you steady

“Breathe, love,” he muttered, one of his thumbs came down to brush against your lips. “That’s it, your doing so good”

“Oi, don’t act like a dumbass” Kyle spat from beside you, swatting Johnny upside the head when he grinned too wide. He and Simon loomed close over you, cocks already out, both painfully hard, waiting for their turn with you.

When Johnny finally bottomed out, you were already trembling, gripping the sheets as the first real moan ripped from your throat. It had been months: three long, frustrating months since they’d taken you, since you had sex.

It wasn’t like you dared to finger yourself either. You’d thought about it a few times in the dark, but the thought of one of them walking in had always stopped you.

Now, there was no stopping.

Johnny set a steady rhythm, hips buckng against yours as he fucked into you deep.

“Look at you, love, doing amazing yeah?” John murmured from where your head rested in his lap. He was the only one still wearing boxers, not that the thin fabric did anything to hide how hard he was anyway. You could feel it every time you shifted you head

Your hand found his, gripping tight as Johnny drove into you again “Ah- fuck, Johnny, feels so good!” you mewled.

”Yeah, Bonnie?”

“Want me to fill you up?”

His hand slipped down between your thighs, two fingers rubbing quick circles into your clit, and you nearly collapsed against John’s lap.

“Christ” Kyle groaned from the side.

“You feel that?” Johnny leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “So fucking wet for me. Should’ve had you sooner.”

“Want you to come for me, yeah? Think you can do that?”

You could only nod, choking on your moans as your body tensed up tight. With one last thrust, you came undone around him, a cry spilling from your lips as your orgasm tore through you leaving your legs quivering.

Johnny groaned, and with a few more rough thrusts he spilled deep inside you, thick ropes of seed flooding your pussy.

he smirked, brushing sweat damp hair out of your face. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, finally taking what he’d wanted since the night before.

“That was just the warm up, Bonnie,”

You were bent over the desk Johnny often sat at to draw, gripping the edges as Price pounded into you from behind, each thrust making the wood creak beneath you. His grip on your hips was bruising, low groans spilling from his lips as he bottomed you out.

Kyle was in front of you, cock occupying your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as you gagged around him, drool dripping down your chin.

He let out a sharp curse when you swallowed around him, his head falling back.

Johnny was slouched in the armchair he’d pulled up to watch, legs spread and cock lazily fisted in his hand, watching like it was the best show he’d ever seen. “That’s it, Bonnie,” he drawled, smirking when you choked around Kyle’s length. “Look at you taking it, fucking beautiful”

Your whole body jolted when Price landed a hard smack against your ass, the sound loud in the quiet cabin. “Keep still” he grunted, driving himself harder into you until your knuckles turned white against the desk.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Simon. He hadn’t touched you yet. He stood against the wall, mask long forgotten, fist wrapped around his cock as he watched, silent, he was waiting patiently.

Kyle came first. With a ragged groan, he pushed himself as far down your throat as you could take and spilled his hot seed down your throat. Once he got done gently wiping your face clean from spit and cum. His gaze flicked to Simon as if he knew it was his turn.

Price wasn’t far behind, his pace and thrusts turned more sloppy as his cock pulsed inside you. He held you down against the desk, groaning into your shoulder as he spilled himself deep inside your pussy.

When he pulled out, cum leaked down your thighs. You barely had a second to catch your breath before Johnny was on you again, not bothering to hide his grin as he bent down to kiss your pussy sloppy, tasting the saltiness of his, yours, and prices cum mixed together on his tongue.

“Think you’ve got one more in you, Bonnie?” he teased, coming up to brush the sweaty hair off your face. “Cause Si’ is waiting, and he’s not half as patient as he looks”

You shivered at that, lifting your head just enough to meet Simon’s gaze. He was already moving toward you, shoving Johnny aside without a word. He dragged you upright sitting you down on the bed so you were no longer leaning over the desk.

“Open” he ordered simply.

Your lips parted automatically and he pressed his cock against your mouth, sliding in slow until you could taste the precum on your tongue. He didn’t sink into you as fast like the others had: he made you take him inch by inch, wanting you to feel his length, his hand cupping the back of your head as he watched your lips stretch around him.

When you whimpered, he finally murmured, “Good girl” and the sound of his praise was enough to nearly make your knees buckle.

Behind him, you heard Johnny’s laugh, Price’s low hum of approval, and Kyle’s muttered curse. But all you could focus on was Simon: his thick cock heavy on your tongue.

And the worst part? You wanted it. All of them. Every last bit.

I would like to clarify that this is POLY task force meaning they are all dating each other individually none of that dumb stuff where all four of them only date reader im a hypocrite sometimes i’ve probably read or wrote something similar to that before, and maybe reader doesn’t know that yet? and maybe she will soon because I might make this into a little series after kinktober

Also I was supposed to make reader cum a second time with price but forgot to add it in and im just now rereading this before I post so, plus I tend to avoid making longer smut one shots because I feel like they either end up dragged out or done to quickly but this ngl came out pretty good, good pace, good amount of details n all

divider credits - @/strangergraphics

[shinoko-oshi]

1 | TENSION - MASTURBATION - M.LIST

╰ now playing: shiver

- simon riley x rival gender neutral reader. ╰ sharp words turn into sharper tension until Simon’s alone, and your the only thing on his mind and in his hand.

He didn’t know exactly where it started. When his thoughts of you twisted into something else.

Attraction had a funny way of looking like bitter hate. Easy to justify until his gaze lingered a second too long, until the angry tone of your voice stayed in his head long after you’d left the room

It was easier to tell himself you got under his skin, that you were a problem he needed to solve.

But it was harder to explain why his hands itched to touch instead of push away, why his cock got rock solid whenever he thought about you in his barracks late at night.

Stroking himself as he imagined it was your hand, the same grin you got whenever you beat him in a sparring match plastered on your face as he finally came, cursing your name under his breath.

It didn’t stop there, the more he tried to block you out of his head, the more you slithered back in.

Most nights ended with him jerking off until his cock was raw and sensitive, groaning as he thought of you from the previous hours.

When you’d curse him out until you used up every insulting word in the book, or give him that glare he swore used to make his teeth grind in anger: now his jaw clenched for an entirely different reason, fighting to keep from getting hard in the middle of debriefing

Only today, since he saw you this morning, you were different. You didn’t shoot him a glare right before the mess hall nor during Price’s boring debriefing like you usually did.

Instead, you had this wicked grin on your face, a glint in your eyes.

No snarky comment muttered in his ear as he passed by, not even your usual ones.

Well, not until later when you tossed him a worn pair of boxing gloves: your and his way of silently saying, “Spar? Bet I’ll beat you.”

He grunted, tightening the Velcro around his wrists before joining you in the ring.

“Oh, and by the way—” you cracked your knuckles, then your neck, straightening yourself up.

“We have really thin walls. So next time you’re moaning my name while you jerk off in the middle of the night… maybe try being quieter, yeah?”

You just know I had to make it rivals, cus it’s literally my favorite trope ever, this is short though because I wanted to leave it at like a cliff hanger to maybe pick up again for a part two? idk? the other ones will be longer i promise🧍‍♀️🤞

divider creds - @\strangergraphics

[shinoko-oshi]

- MASTER LIST -

prompt im following - divider creds @/strangergraphics

1 | TENSION - MASTURBATION

╰ now playing: shiver

- simon riley x rival gender neutral reader. ╰ sharp words turned sharper tension until Simon’s alone, and your the only thing on his mind and in his hand.

2 | OURS NOW - KIDNAPPING

╰ now playing: pretty

- poly task force x fem afab reader. ╰ you said you would never warm up to them, but it’s hard not to when you start to see them in a different view, now your bent over a desk

3 | RESTLESS HOUNDS - THREESOME

╰ now playing: são paulo

- kyle x johnny x fem afab reader. ╰ it was like throwing a dog a bone: put the three most horniest soldiers together and something was inevitable to happen.

4 | PLENTY TO GO AROUND - VOYEURISM

╰ now playing: couldn’t think of a song 😞

- task force x price’s wife reader. ╰ all of them were like hounds, acting like they’d never had a proper meal before you had to remind them sweetly there was plenty to go around

5 | DESSERT - DACRYPHILIA

╰ now playing: peppers

- price x fem afab reader. ╰ Nothing got him going more than oral: giving or receiving, it didn’t matter, but he had a special weakness for the moments your eye brimmed with tears while you tried to take him whole

6 | BUNNY - OUTDOOR SEX + PRIMAL PLAY

╰ now playing: hands all over

- simon riley x fem afab reader. ╰ didn’t matter how fast you ran through the woods, he always caught you, and fuck you