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Simon and Johnny fighting over you

Originally I wasn’t going to finish this and just let it sit in my drafts but I saw @bitterrfruit lovely drawing of Johnny x reader x Simon and got inspired again :)

They were always exchanging glares, sharp, territorial. Every time they caught the other looking at you. There was no use pretending anymore. They both knew what this was. What they were doing.

Fighting over you.

Whether you were aware or not, they were well aware of each other. No excuses. No denial. Just tension thick enough to cut through.

“Would ya get off the lass? Bloody hell, she doesn’t wanna carry your heavy arse,” Simon muttered through clenched teeth, grabbing Johnny’s arm and slinging it over his shoulder before the Scot could slide it around your waist for “support.” Johnny had banged up his leg during sparring, but Simon wasn’t about to let that be an excuse.

Johnny just grinned through it, leaning a little heavier on Simon than necessary.

Then there was the pre-mission rush. Your vest was a little loose, strap dangling, and Simon was already making his way over to fix it—

Only to watch Johnny get there first, tapping your shoulder twice and adjusting it with a little too much enthusiasm before strolling off smugly. Too smooth. Too eager. And Simon knew exactly what he was fucking doing.

He didn’t get far before Simon muttered low under his breath, just loud enough for Johnny to hear, “Didn’t realize you were her handler now.”

Johnny barely looked back. “Aye, now you know, yeah?”

After a mission gone sideways, the three of you ended up crammed into a small safe house with one mattress, queen-sized, barely big enough for two, let alone three. You hadn’t even said a word yet before Johnny was already dropping down onto the edge of the bed, tossing a lazy smirk toward Simon.

“Me and her will take the bed. You can have the floor.”

Simon didn’t say anything. Just stalked over, grabbed Johnny by the collar, and yanked him back so hard the bed shifted.

“Just her should take the bed, yeah?” he growled, voice flat but wound tight.

Johnny just laughed, brushing himself off. “Didn’t know you cared that much, mate.”

Briefing room, a few days later. You walked in late, looking like sin in combat boots, hair still damp from a rushed shower. Only two empty seats. Simon leaned back and tapped the one beside him, calm as ever. His version of an invitation.

But Johnny? Johnny was already dragging a chair closer to him, arm slung over the backrest, claiming the spot beside him before you could even blink.

Simon let out a short huff, crossing his arms. “Real friendly tonight, huh Johnny?”

It never ended. The constant push and pull. Petty fights dressed up as professionalism. Both of them orbiting around you like they couldn’t help it, always trying to get the upper hand. Always trying to be the one you’d turn to.

Like dogs at your heels, claws out, teeth bared, waiting for a scrap of your attention.

But all of that stopped. Dead. When you finally looked between the two of them and told them the one thing they never expected to hear.

That you wanted both.

And fuck it, they didn’t mind sharing.

Not if it meant they each got a piece of you.

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Something Something about you teasing Price for his insanely loud snoring and him getting all defensive about it, saying you had no proof, “Don’t snore, love, you’re hearing things”

But the next night or so you record a video of him snoring, so loud it probably shook the camera a bit, and in the morning you shoved your phone in his face while he was sipping his coffee.

He just squinted at it and went, “Y’know… back in the day, snoring was a survival trait” before he started rambling onnn half asleep, cup still to his lips, saying stuff like “Would keep ‘em alive from being eaten by animals because of the noise” nodding like it was the most logical explanation in the world, telling you it was just something passed down to him from his ancestors and he wholeheartedly believes it too.

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Control Freak - Price x Gaz x reader

Price liked being in charge. That was known. Whether it was work or sex, he liked being the one who set the tone. Though occasionally, he never complained when you took charge and rode him, setting the speed and using him for your pleasure.

Honestly, that was probably how he ended up in this situation.

Sitting lazily in his office armchair, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand as he looked at you: his pretty birdie and his favorite sergeant through hooded eyes.

“Just like that, Kyle,” he spoke, stating an order he knew he’d follow.

He watched as Kyle picked up the pace, his fingers inside your pussy moving faster, just enough to make your back arch and a broken moan spill from your lips. Price knew your tells for when you were about to come, the way your hands trembled, searching for something to grip, the way your parted lips quivered as your eyes fluttered open.

“Stop,” he ordered Kyle directly “Drag it out, yeah?” He took another sip from his glass, watching the way your eyes turned to him, looking at him with that desperate gaze you always got when you wanted something.

“Keep your eyes on Kyle, baby,” he cooed softly, reminding you.

Kyle paused, fingers still buried inside you, feeling your walls clench desperately around him. Your hips twitched, trying to grind down, but his other hand moved to your thigh, holding you still just as Price instructed.

“Good lad,” He praised Kyle softly, setting his glass down on the desk with a small clink, leaning forward slightly in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees. He watched the scene before him unfold.

“Look at you, sweetheart, so needy, so desperate” he hummed, his lips curling into a smirk when your only response was a whimper.

“Go on then, Kyle, nice and slow, want her right on the edge for me.”

Kyle swallowed thickly, nodding as his fingers curled inside you, slow thrusts that made your thighs trembled, your breathing coming out in sharp little pants.

“Eyes open. Look at him, Love. Watch what he’s doing to you.”

You forced your teary eyes back open, meeting Kyle’s gaze briefly, his own cheeks flushed pink as he focused on pleasuring you exactly how Price wanted.

You could feel how soaked you were, could hear the obscene squelch of his fingers moving in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck, Captain,” He murmured under his breath, unable to hold it in as he watched your expression, the tent in his pants sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Don’t lose focus, sergeant,” Price warned, though his tone held that amused edge.

“Think she’s ready for your cock yet, Kyle?”

Idk if I really like how this turned out, kinda feels repetitive? Idk anyways idc, I just loveee Kyle sm, that man is SO fucking fine 😩, so is my baby daddy price 😛

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Knight x Witch

I know if I'm haunting you, You must be haunting me, It's where we go, It's where we'll be, I know if I'm on to you, you must be on to me

Simon had been sent on a mission with only one outcome: your death.

The kingdom’s most trusted knight, sworn to protect its lands and its royals.

One of which being from you, the witch who lived deep within the forbidden forest.

He’d expected a wretched creature with sharp, ragged nails and evil, glowing eyes, draped in the shadows of your own wickedness. Instead, when he found you standing amidst the beauty of the wild woods, you were nothing like the wives’ tales or stories. You were breathtaking, a vision that didn’t match nor belong to the darkness they claimed you did.

“You know why I’m here?” he spoke firmly, yet something wavered beneath it.

“To kill me.” You answered without hesitation, as if the thought did not concern you in the slightest. No fear laced your tone.

And maybe that was the moment you bewitched him, though he never saw you cast a spell.

Or maybe, as he stood there gripping the handle of his sword, the very one he was expected to kill you with. He realized you had done nothing to deserve death. You never once attacked the kingdom, never even stepped foot past its borders. In fact, you lived alone, hidden away in a cottage so deep within the woods that even finding you had been a feat.

So he left you. He spared you.

And yet in the nights that followed, you would not leave him. Your face, your voice, the look in your eyes, he saw it all in his dreams, felt it even when sleep refused to take him.

You haunted him, not like a curse. No, something worse. A pull, an ache, a question he couldn’t silence no matter how hard he tried.

And for weeks, he fought it, tried to ignore the way his thoughts always circled back to you. But it was no use.

He couldn’t help it. Finally, he rode back into the forest, pushing deeper until he found you right where he left you. You were knelt down in your garden, hands dusted with dirt from the herbs you’d been plucking, turning around when you heard his voice.

“You’re haunting me,” he spoke, unsure if it was an accusation or something far more different, because he didn’t know if this was your magic at work or if it was simply just him.

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ty for the tag 😛

tagging all my moots @skyrigel @mrmilomoo @yourstrulyrani @punkkture @bimboghostface @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @bunnishauntedhill @rav1377 @vanillarosekiss @abusivegymrat @tojisteddy @crimsonvictory @ditzydoe444 @sidollie @millzinterlude @thatdolliris and anyone else that wants to join 😼

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Stalker Simon

There was something about watching you move in the comfort of your own skin, so at ease in your little world, that did something to Simon. It soothed him, felt familiar, even if he’d never had anything like it before.

He loved watching you after a shower, wrapped in a towel, humming under your breath as you lathered your favorited lotion onto your soft skin. You’d pick out a fresh, oversized t shirt to sleep in and a pair of fuzzy, never matching socks to go along with it.

Those were the moments Simon longed for.

Maybe he’d sit there on the toilet lid, a little awkward but content, just watching you. You’d catch him staring and laugh, calling him a big dork before holding out your hand and asking for his arm. He’d give it to you without hesitation, trying and failing to hide the soft, toothy grin tugging at his mouth. The kind he hadn’t worn since he was a kid, back when his mum was still around.

You’d rub the lotion into his arm just like you did your own, and he’d look away, pretending not to care. When really he was content. Soothed because now he smelled like you, because your hands were on him, and because you were right there.

Maybe as you tugged on your mismatched socks, he’d reach for his too, plain black ones compare to yours. And maybe, a few days later, you’d come home with new ones for him, black with little skulls on them. You’d hand them over with that cheeky grin, and he’d pull them on without complaint.

Simon loved watching you every Friday night, when you got home from work and made yourself popcorn to eat as you rewatched your favorite movies, ones you knew line by line, but never seemed to grow tire of. Even if, halfway through, you always fell asleep.

Maybe he’d wait for you to get home, popcorn already made and your favorite snacks lined up on the coffee table. He’d hug you as you walked through the door, kiss your cheek then your lips and scoop you up with a playful grunt and toss you onto the couch, earning a squeal.

You’d press play on the same movie you always did, quoting the opening lines before nestling into his side. And like always, halfway through, you’d start to nod off, head heavy on his shoulder, hand still buried in the popcorn bowl.

Maybe the TV would play on low while the rise and fall of your breathing filled the room, and Simon would just sit there for a moment, watching you like you were the most fragile, precious thing he’d ever been trusted with. Because you were.

Maybe he’d gently tug the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over you, fingers grazing your shoulder just long enough to feel the warmth of your skin. He’d consider waking you, maybe even reach for your hand but stop himself, choosing instead to sit beside you until the credits rolled and the screen went black.

Maybe he’d clean up the cups, turn off the lights, and carry you to bed if you didn’t stir. Or maybe he’d just let you sleep there, letting himself rest beside you for a bit, soaking in the kind of peace he didn’t know he could still have.

But if that night never came, if it was still far off and Simon had to be content with watching you through the cold barrier your window provided.

He could wait.

He was a patient man. And for you?

He’d wait as long as it took.

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can you write some smut pls? Your the only good writer I know lmao

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these are a few writers out of many though that I think are really good at writing smut and just writing in general @sidollie @tojisteddy @maskedbyghost @tobeholyistobeempty @pooksamiras

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Rope kink W Simon Riley

Simon loved you, there was no denying that. Anyone who knew him could see he was absolutely head over heels for you.

But there were a few little things that he didn’t exactly love, per se. Course, not that he ever held it against you.

One of which being trying to give you head while you squirmed and thrashed like he was torturing you instead of giving you the best head of your life. He tried, trust him, lovie, he really did but it got to a point. And that point was your knee jerking up and smacking him square in the face one night.

Foot to the nose. Pain sharp enough to make his eyes water. You’d gasped in horror, apologizing a dozen times, but all he could do was laugh through the sting and tell you it was fine.

Still, after that? Every time he tried to settle between your thighs again, he flinched. Couldn’t even properly enjoy his meal without wondering if he’d leave it with a bloody nose.

So, he got ropes.

Soft ones, nothing that’d leave marks. Just strong enough to keep your squirmy little ass on the bed where he wanted you. Ankles spread and wrists tied.

And god, it changed everything.

He could finally take his time, slow, wet licks, the flat of his tongue dragging against your clit, the way he liked. No flailing limbs, no sudden kicks. Just your sweet moans and the soft creak of the rope pulling taut every time you bucked your hips.

But it didn’t stop there.

He hadn’t expected the rope to dig up something deep inside him, but it did.

Because soon it t wasn’t just about holding you still. It was about the way the red rope looked in contrast against your soft skin. The way your chest rose and fell faster when he blindfolded you and you didn’t know where his mouth would land next. The way you whimpered when he pulled back right before you came, or didn’t.

He didn’t know what he liked more: the tears you cried from too much pleasure, or the ones that came when he denied you over and over until you were begging. Both? He could do both, for hours.

And now? Now he had his favorite meal tied up, crying for him in the prettiest ways.

And this time, no bruises for him, just pussy drunk bliss. Better than alcohol he’d had.

finally writing againn 😛

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The Task force’s love tropes

Kyle - Kyle definitely has one of those cliche romance movie type material moments and it’s probably strangers to lovers or co workers to lovers

Johnny - Johnny is 100 % best friends to lovers type thing, he was your best friend before your boyfriend or maybe even roommate, I could see that too

Price - for price I feel like high school sweethearts but it’s also a second chance trope? Where him and reader get back together after years because neither of them could truly get over each other

Simon - I’ve honestly wrote so many different one shots and tropes for Simon so I could honestly see anything but the one I think fits the best is forced proximity / the universe purposely brought them together if that makes sense? Like where reader and Simon keep forcedly getting brought back together by something else until they eventually fall in love? The only example I can think of rn is (@softaestluv) nine lives fanfic where churro the cat physically brought them together

this is not proof read whatsoever

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Awkward Simon x Awkward reader Pt two

Part one

Five minutes into the date, and Simon was already certain he was messing it up.

It was rare enough that he went on dates, much less with someone he was genuinely interested in and every time he tried to express that or, hell, even just seem chill, his palms got sweaty and he’d say something stupid.

Even picking the place had been a nightmare.

“’M’fine with anything,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“No, no- yeah. It’s just, I don’t wanna take you somewhere I like and you don’t like it, then it’s like I forced you to do something you don’t like just to please me” you rambled, stumbling over your words.

The final nail in the coffin, was when you added the three words he had grown to dread:

“You can pick”

Simon’s spine stiffened.

He didn’t do well with silence, especially not the awkward kind that followed afterward whenever he suggested something and the other person turned it down.

It was why he always said “maybe” before asking a question. Just to soften the blow if the answer came back no. If they said no, at least he hadn’t fully committed and he wouldn’t feel like an idiot.

Not having to fake laugh “yeah you’re right that wouldn’t work anyways” just to make him and the other person feel better.

Eventually though, after a few rounds of “I’m fine with anything” and ”you pick” the two of you finally settled on a place, a small coffee shop decently close to where you both lived.

And now, not even ten minutes in, Simon already wanted to sink into the cushions and become one with the booth.

His first mistake? Turning to give you his full attention as you both walked toward the cafe entrance.

You were just so mesmerizing. The way you talked, trying so hard not to trip over your words, hands moving a little too much, voice just a bit too high.

You were nervous. Just like him. And for some stupid reason, that made him feel seen in a way he didn’t know he wanted.

Too seen, apparently, because he walked straight into the metal “handicap parking” sign

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you shrieked as you rushed to his side. He was bent slightly, one hand holding his forehead, and the other waving off the attention. You hesitated, hand twitching like you wanted to touch him but weren’t sure if that would make it worse.

Simon groaned softly, cheeks already burning as he muttered, “M’fine, didn’t see it”

Once inside, you quietly asked the barista at the front counter for a bag of ice and brought it to him without saying anything, just sliding it gently across the table until it was in arm reach.

He took it with a small grunt of thanks, before he brought it up to hold to his forehead, silently praying his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

His second mistake? Trying to compliment you.

He should’ve kept his mouth shut, honestly but no, his brain had short circuited the second he saw you smile, now his mouth was moving faster than his thoughts could keep up.

“Ya look good today,” he blurted

A beat passed and when you didn’t say anything right away, a panicked ache flared in his chest.

“Ah— not that ya didn’t the other day” he rushed to add, hands gesturing something vaguely in the air. “Ya just also… look, uh, good today, again, still, I mean”

You chuckled softly “Thank you”

The rest of the date seemed to be going better after that. Simon hadn’t embarrassed himself any further, well until he felt something cold soak through his pants.

Iced coffee. All over his lap.

He blinked and looked up, only to find your frantic expression staring back at him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean to spill my drink- ” you stammered, jumping up so fast your chair squeaked across the floor.

Grabbing a handful of napkins, you instinctively reached down to pat his lap dry, trying to clean up the mess.

Only when you looked up and saw how red his face was, eyes wide and jaw clenched, and then looked back down to realize exactly where your hands were, did it register.

“Oh gosh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that either” you squeaked, pulling your hands away like you touched fire.

You both ended up sitting there in silence for a moment, eyes wide, mouths twitching before bursting into laughter.

“Well,” you said, grinning as you tried to stifle the rest of your laughter. “I think we’re officially the most embarrassing people in this entire cafe”

Simon let out an amused huff, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. It felt good, knowing he wasn’t the only one fumbling his way through.

“Yeah,” a small smile tugged at his lips. “But least we’re embarrassin together, yeah?”

You laughed, “Yeah”

Simon running into a sign was actually a self insert, because legit the FIRST date I ever went on, I ran into a fucking sign and I never felt more embarrassed in my life, I had a bruise and everything, also I loved writing this because it just felt so relatable in my opinion

but anyways yeah I think this is turned out really cute and im gonna tag some of the people that were / seemed interested in a pt two

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And you will never feel so pretty And you will never feel this beautiful

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Awkward Simon x Awkward Reader

Part two

It wasn’t that Simon didn’t have people coming up to him in bars, caressing his arm as they whispered flirty words into his ear.

No, it was the fact that he couldn’t whisper them back.

With his height, his build, and the sleeves of tattoos inked on his arms, most people expected him to match the image, confident and charming.

Sure, he could flirt back. But it never came easy, never without a few stutters.

The problem was once people learned he wasn’t as smooth as he looked, they lost interest.

The moment he stumbled over his words, or gave a half hearted chuckle instead of some charming reply, their eyes would flicker, that faint glint of disappointment he could always spot. Like they expected more, like he was supposed to be some fantasy for them.

So he stopped trying.

Let them talk, let them touch his arm and call him “handsome” or “soldier”he’d offer a strained smile, maybe nod, but that was it. He’d wait for the moment they got bored and walked away. They always did.

Expected for you. When you walked up, you didn’t do a strut or purposefully sway your hips to catch his eye.

You didn’t look overly confident as you slid into the booth beside him, either. No, your eyes flickered nervously over to your friends across the bar, one of them giving you a big thumbs up. You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before finally glancing up at him.

“I— what’s, uh… your name?”

“Simon” he answered with a rare smile.

This could work.

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John “there’s no such thing as overstimulating, the more the merrier” MacTavish and Simon “let me show you” Riley

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Bit of toxic Simon??

inspired by ‘the zone’ by the weeknd - “I'll be making love to her through you, so let me keep my eyes closed”

Simon knew it was wrong the moment he brought her home, should’ve left her at that bar.

The way she looked at him, eager and wide eyed, a soft voice. It wasn’t right. No, not in the way you had been. But she looked close enough, he told himself. Same curve to her lips, same tone when she laughed, almost the same eyes, if the light hit it just right.

It wasn’t love, it was desperation.

Grief, dressed up in a red dress and your perfume. Because, yes, he made sure she wore it. Told her it smelled good, told her it turned him on. She giggled, of course and sprayed it on her neck, not knowing it was the same scent you wore every day.

She didn’t ask questions when he didn’t talk much, when his hands were rough, gripping just a bit too tight. Nor when he kept his eyes closed the whole time, lips brushing her ear with a soft whisper:

“Just let me…”

She moaned like she thought he meant it, like she thought it was about her.

But it wasn’t. He wasn’t even there.

He was somewhere else, in a memory of your bedroom, the way you used to kiss his scars before he peeled your clothes off, or the way you used to say his name like a prayer, as you moaned his name.

Only now he had to pretend. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and imagine it was you underneath him again.

Pretend he wasn’t chasing a memory every time he fucked someone new.

Pretend she didn’t flinch when he accidentally called her your name.

And afterward, when she slept soundlessly beside him, unaware and content. Simon lay awake, staring at the ceiling like it might forgive him

Because it was never about her.

It never would be.

I LITERALLY LOVE THISS, hyping myself up fr

Is it just me or does writing turn out sososo much better when you have a song in mind for it and when you listen to it while writing? :3

Also i have like 3 other song inspired ideas for one shots, that are all just pretty toxic, soo maybe ill get around to writing those

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I opened tumblr with my grandma right over my shoulder and this was the first thing that popped up

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