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katie my dear! đ§Ąđ§Ą iâm beyond excited for spook week, i canât wait to read everything that you cook up! đ„č
iâve been missing sweet loverboy sub rosa rooster lately, so may i pls request a little something for him and lil kazansky with pillow forts from the cozy prompts list??
thank you so much ily!! đ€đ„°đ§Ąđ
- @sugarcoated-lame đđ»đ§Ą
Hi Kricket!! Iâm always missing lover boy Rooster! Hereâs a little bit of him doing what he does best đ«¶
One-Hundred Percent | Sub Rosa Rooster
spooktober masterlist | fic masterlist
warnings: can be read as a standalone, rooster x college age reader, unspecified but mentioned age gap. Head warnings of full fic for subtext
There were only a handful of times that Rooster made the drive up to your college apartment. Well, maybe a little over a handful. Work commitments and senior year deadlines kept you apart a lot of the time, and with your apartment up there being a shared space and his apartment back home being fifteen minutes from your fatherâs place â it wasnât an easy operation to organise.
Maybe the stars had just aligned for this particular weekend.
Your roommates were gone, back visiting their own families for a while, and he had a whole six days of leave, four of which were all yours. He had arrived on the Friday, mid-afternoon, leaning against the hood of his car in a tight-fitting flannel and blue jeans as you had gotten out of your last class for the day.
Your third official date had consisted of mini golf and dinner and a walk across campus, pointing out the sights and telling him the stories of your four years there.
Although this was far from the first time that the two of you were sleeping together, there was still something strangely intimate about taking him home to your apartment. Something that always made you a little bashful.
It would have been easy enough to just go right to bed once he had gotten you home, it had been a month since he had seen you last and god knows that heâd missed you enough to have contemplated this night for a long time.
Long enough to have decided that he wanted to make the most of your time together.
The idea had started out as a joke, lounging across the couch and in the middle of your first real deep and prying conversation. You had made a throwaway comment about wishing this was more private, wanting a place within the four walls of your room that was just for the two of you and your new secrets.
It hadnât ever been part of the plan for him to take you seriously, but he had seen the big smile on your face when he had pretended to begin the little project. The giggle that spilled from your lips as he started to rearrange furniture to make it work.
âJust so you know,â He had explained, tossing a thick and fuzzy blanket onto the floor for the base of his fort, amusement sparking in the warm brown of his eyes. âI donât half ass things.â
âOh no?â You had checked, beaming as you leaned back on your palms across your bedspread. âYouâre not going to half ass your pillow fort?â
He had smiled at you with a look in his eyes that told you he was referring to much deeper things than pillow forts, but he had answered with a chuckle anyway. âOur pillow fort.â
In the months following, you would grow to learn that really, he doesnât half ass anything when it comes to you.
Even then, when his work is meticulous and the pillows have been rearranged for the hundredth time â for structural integrityâs sake â you canât help but lay back, stare at the blanket sky above your heads, and smile. He really had done a pretty fantastic job.
Heâs got one arm under your head, draped around your shoulder as he cuddles you against his side, and the other resting on his stomach. Unashamed both in the way he admires his handiwork, and the way that you look in his arms.
Already decided, then and there, that this is much more than a fling.
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Hiya! Can I request Lynette, Kaeya, and Ayaka with a sibling!reader who sleep talks in their sleep?
I was inspired by my sibling who sleep talks the most random stuff in their sleep. We both shared a room together when we were younger, so I had heard some of the stuff they say. While my sibling never said if i myself sleep talk but apparently my assigned roommate yesterday told me they possibly? heard me sleep talk.. I wonder if it's genetic?
context:
Write however you want but please make what reader say either funny ("seelies taste like mist flower core") or heartwarming ("I'm so glad we're siblings -insert chosen character-")
Hope you have a lovely day/night!
-Flower Anon đž
Genshin characters with a sibling that talks in their sleep. | Kaeya, Ayaka, Lynette x Gn!Reader
Hello Flower Anon!! Thank you for your great request, I had a lot of fun writing this!<33
Content: Sibling reader, platonic relationships, unserious, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not proofread))
ăKAEYA
Said man was used to your rather odd sleeping habits since you were children in the dawn winery. Sleep talking was the norm for you, and whilst it usually was only a couple of words, it was still hilarious every time. This time, however, you actually spoke in whole sentences in your sleep during a sleepover at his humble home.
"... I want to eat snow so I can grow taller..." You whispered in the dead of night whilst he was busy completing the last of his paperwork. His head tilted to you in confusion, your back turned to him as you spoke. Were you asleep? He was unsure. "Hm? Why's that?" "Milk... makes you taller... and snow is white... so it's milk." Ah, you were definitely asleep. And quite responsive at that! Snorting, he put down his pen and crossed his arms, body leaning back in absolute amusement. "Oh? I didn't know that." "Many don't... no one can know this secret..." "I see, who told you about it though?" "... The snowmen. They are watching."
Kaeya raised a brow at the ominous message yet it took everything in him not to burst into laughter. You certainly wouldn't remember saying any of that in the morning... but he would for sure.
ăLynette
"If I drank all the sea water in Fountaine, would the fish float in place?" Silence overtook the bedroom you shared with your sister, who was very much unamused. She just wanted to sleep, and yet, your mind didn't let her even in your sleep. Deciding to ignore you, she pulled the blankets over her head and prayed you'd stop soon. But alas, you still had a lot more to share. "I think they will, because they can actually fly and are lying to us..." More silence, and the girl had to realise that you were in a better mood than usual. It wasn't abnormal for you to talk in your sleep but this was getting ridiculous!
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her blankets and gave your sleeping form an unimpressed glance. "Stay quiet and go to sleep properly." She muttered, but you clearly didn't seem to hate her properly in your dreams. "And you know what...? If the fish can fly... then Freminet can probably fly, too... oh my god, he can-" You were shaken from your deep sleep by a door slamming shut, as your sister fast walked down to another room with her blankets in hand.
You had the nerve to ask her why she left in the morning, clearly not remembering what happened, but she simply ignored you as a response with a tired huff.
ăAYAKA
The one time you and Ayaka were sleeping in the same room, it definitely took her by surprise to see you sleep talking. It was certainly not common in the family. But what worried her the most were your ominous words. "What-" "-The birds... are walking towards us." You hummed into the darkness of the room, making your sister sit up in confusion. Had she accidentally left the door to the outside open? No way... she would've noticed the strong wind seeping in. She couldn't make out your form in the dimness of the room and therefore assumed that you were awake at first. "Uhm... where are they?" "They are on my head now, all three of them... and they can sing... but they are also red, so they shouldn't be able to."
Blinking, Ayaka slowly turned to your form next to her and out a hand on your shoulder carefully. Leaning forward, she could only barely see your closed eyes, which confirmed that you were indeed sleeping. Ah, so that was it... you were somehow sleep talking? "Oh... well, tell them you have to sleep." "Okay..." With a small hiccup, you relaxed back into a deep sleep, and the silence was deafening.
She definitely brought it up to an awfully amused Ayato the next morning, who reassured that this was normal for you. Expect to be teased about it, too.
#genshin impact#genshin impact fanfic#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin x reader#genshin ayaka#kamisato ayaka#ayaka x reader#ayaka x you#ayaka kamisato#lynette#genshin lynette#genshin lynette x reader#lynette x reader#kaeya alberich#genshin kaeya#genshin impact kaeya#kaeya x reader#genshin
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Okay so I know how Landoscar are actually THE best ship to write as roommates to lovers but donât you think a Lestappen angsty one would be simply lovely? All of the prompts you reposted last night could work, fr !
this is so funny you mention this because i HAD a super angsty lestappen roommates au in the works right before i got smacked in the face with my landoscar obsession which means it got abbandoned. it had charles and max literally going from enenemies to tentative aqaintances to friends to sleeping together to not speaking to each other for ten years before meeting again and going from hating each other to being friends to finally lovers lmao it was wild
#basically they were both studying engineering#with dreams of getting into f1#i think i have the opening scene written out somewhere#but yeah they have a bit of a meet ugly after which they become roommmates#and then slowly realizes they're better off working together#having study session etc#charles starts falling in love with max but doesn't think it's reciprocated (it is lmao)#max gets an internship/job something at redbull in their last year and so he leaves#they sleep together on their last night as roommates#have a HORRIBLE miscommunication about it that makes them go back to hating each other#and then not speaking for ten years as they both make their way through the ranks#max at redbull and charles at ferrari#until eventually they both end up as race engineers at red bull and are forced to work together again#slowly falling back into a friendship#and ultimately#back in love#anyway
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I moved almost all my stuff and so far it went really well!
We still need to put the closet back together and some shelves but all the furniture and boxes are here now (except bed and desk which i will buy new ones soon)
My friends are so wonderful and carried all my heavy boxes upstairs (theyre very strong wtf)
I havent arranged most of it yet, its all just randomly in my room, but that only makes sense after we put the closet together and see where it fits...
#also i have basically no clothes here and my bedding too (ill sleep at my moms places until i get new bed and bedding)#its so surreal to be here#especially cause i was so so scared but it went really well#my roommates friend also spontaneously came to help (even tho they dont know me) and another friend of theirs is coming to help with#the closet (because she just really like putting furniture together apparently)#so thats super sweet and im so glad for it#im exhausted tho (even tho i didnt carry most of the stuff myself) and its so hot today oof#my back hurts :(#i could sleep for a million years right now#(especially since i couldnt sleep last night again til 5am)#mine
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damn living here really does suck
#logbook#'going to a block party!!' its the neighborhood block party. not invited.#i hate having to park across the street bc they arent leaving space anymore. and oh you can tell us to move. why dont you just move then??@!#my room is an absolute living hell and mess. i dont even know how to begin to organize it i'll probably just. throw stuff together and cart#it over once we're approved.#and then last night it was like. lets go to a karaoke night! our dog has separation anxiety and abandonment issues and barks and whines the#whole time we're gone but we're not home so its fine. . .except its almost 10 at night and we have a roommate. but fuck our roommate.#if i start sleeping at rents it feels like im giving in but. i feel like im going crazy and asking for too much to be like. hey man.#im a person here too. 'csn you handle the dog while we're gone to a block party' SO ITS MY FUCKING FAULT?? IM A CHILD NOW?#my whole room at rents is taken over by all their shit but i really am tempted to just. only come back here to pack and couch surf.#im just going to be told this is how it is now and 'so you dont want to be friends'? lord help me#if i didnt have jael i wouldnt be so concerned. or the plants. but i have both so i have to come by frequently enough to care for them.
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I don't usually add onto a post, but some of my college experiences would probably make good au too
"I stayed up all night studying and barely got to sleep and you set the fire alarm off" au
"You invited me to come hangout and I was nervous so I had a couple of shots before coming over so now I'm drunk in your bed" au
"You didn't do that assignment until last minute now I'm mad bc you're the only one who passed" au
"You did the naked bike ride for earth day and now I know what you look like naked" au
"'I went to your room and you weren't there' 'did you look under the bed?' " au
my college experiences that would make great fic prompts:
âi thought you were my new roommateâs boyfriend so i casually invited you in but youâre actually the RA of the dorm and now you think i want to have sex with youâ au
âi accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really needed to do laundryâ au
âi took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now youâre staring at me weirdlyâ au
âwe have to go camping together and share a sleeping bag even though weâre complete strangersâ au
âthe cereal dispenser in the dining hall broke while i was getting froot loops and now theyâre all over the floor and you blame me â au
âwe argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and weâre still arguing outside of classâ au
#Things that happened#I had my bed on risers and I made underneath it a little hide away for when I was anxious#I stayed up all night studying and when I finally got to sleep the RA accidentally set the fire alarm off#I did a project last minute and was the only one to pass and my roommate wouldn't talk to me for 3 days#I got together with my latest ex after downing shots of vodka thinking it'd help my nerves. He was a good sport about it#Umaine does a naked bike ride (you can skate rollerblade long board or scooter too) for earth day.
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hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha she couldnt fuck my boyfriend so she fucked his shitty roommate
#they've slept together before mind you#i dont have a problem with that#i just think it's funny that she clearly wanted to sleep with him again but he was trying to fuck other people#and by fucking his shitty roommate she very well may have blacklisted herself from his roster#perhaps...... maybe i should get laid tonight#or i could also stay in because last night was a little crazy#lore
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â honey, honey
[part ii of sugar, sugar] | [part iii] | [masterlist]
wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader
rated e - 5.2k
tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, miscommunication, immature humor, wingman!wade, light angst, oral sex, spitting, fingering, unprotected PiV, begging, floor sex
Even after you wake up alone, and almost late for work, it doesnât deter your interest in your neighbor - especially after the night you shared.
(Or - a miscommunication, and the following through of two late-night promises.)
You awake to the blare of Dolly Parton's '9 to 5'.Â
A time you wish your work schedule followed. Groggy with sleep as you reach for your phone, hitting snooze on your way-the-fuck-too-early alarm.Â
Collapsing back on your pillows, as the night before comes rushing back to you.
The party. Meeting Logan. Coming back to your apartment after.Â
An ache between your thighs that you definitely didn't have the morning before. Sitting up with a start, heart racing as your hand stretches out on the right side of the bed.
The sheets are cool, in-between the deep rips in the fabric.
You don't remember him leaving.
Had drifted off with an arm slung around your waist, one of the hardest sleeps of your life. Something inside you twists, leaving behind the sharp tang of disappointment.Â
It's not unusual, you suppose. You'd had your fair share of fuck-and-go's, and had even committed a few yourselves. But you thought last night had felt different.
There had been a connection, you were sure of it. The way he had touched you, kissed you-Â
You had just hoped...
The snoozed alarm goes off, and you catch the time. Forty-five minutes before than your usual alarm - the numbers shocking you into action.Â
Set earlier to accommodate a last minute change for a wedding - all of the cupcakes needing to be repackaged before the mother of the bride came at seven.Â
And you had volunteered, do-gooder that you were.
"Shit!â You hiss, scrambling out of bed. A whirlwind as you throw clothes on, banging into the bathroom to get ready.
Still muttering as you blow through the kitchen, snatching up your bag and keys.Â
"Why the fuck did I do that?" You grouse to yourself, skipping your usual morning coffee - you'll have to grab it on the way, "God, I'm fucking dumb, I always regret it."
The door slams behind you - as you rush down the steps, and out into the streets.
His claws unsheath with the bang of the door. Awakened from a dead sleep, his heartbeat jolting as he's thrown back into another life, in another world.Â
It takes him a full minute to come back down. His surroundings unfamiliar, the room still bathed in darkness.Â
A groan, when he remembers. The claws slipping back beneath, a sharp twinge as his skin knits back together.Â
It's too early for the late night he shared with you. Should have thought about you working in the morning, might have held back from the extra round the night before.Â
Had meant to wake up before you, slip back into bed as you dozed. You had dropped off in his arms the night before, lulled to sleep after he had coaxed two more orgasms from you, with the slow pump of his hips and circle of his fingers.Â
Dragging himself out to the couch once your breathing had gone steady. Tugging the homemade afghan off a nearby armchair, wrapping it around him as his eyes fixed on the door. Keeping watch, as he did next door.
Lulled to sleep, thinking about you. His eyes flutter shut for a moment now, the slightest pull of his lips at the memory.Â
Flinching again, when you barrel out of the bathroom. The light makes him squint - you havenât seen him yet, as he pushes himself up on an elbow. Your name soft hush on his lips, until he hears your angry muttering.Â
"Why the fuck did I do that?"
"God I'm fucking dumb, I always regret it."
Your tone laced with anger, woven in with the sharp tang of remorse.Â
The realization is a douse of ice-cold water, rising away the last dregs of sleep. Leaving him staring at the door as you yank it shut behind you.Â
Scowling, as he pushes himself up.Â
Nearly ripping the denim as he tugs his jeans back on. Finding his white tank and discarded flannel in your room, right where he had stripped them off the night before.
His jaw works, replaying your words.
He should have known. Shouldnât have listened to Wade. Shouldnât have listened to you. Shouldnât have let himself hope.Â
And for the second time, your door slams shut.Â
You think about Logan all morning, even as you put out fires at work.Â
The boxes exchanged - two-hundred and fifty rustic, individual cardboard carriers exchanged for sleek and shiny white ones, tied with a bow. The memory that runs through your mind even staves off your irritation at the last-minute work, a peppy smile and wave as you hand the boxes off.Â
The 'tied-up-in-knots' is a feeling that echoes in your belly. Your fondness for Wade is starting to come back, after the way you were ready to write him off for that absolute debacle of an introduction.Â
You'd been expecting something a little more... natural. Normal. A "hey, have you met my neighbor?" not one of the most embarrassing things you've had to live through with a near-stranger.Â
Maybe you should have known better.
But with the way the night ended, you can't bring yourself to be mad. Letting yourself get distracted as you replay the night, again - almost grabbing the wrong tube of icing as your mind wanders back.
Not only thinking about the way he felt - those wandering hands and how perfectly he fit inside you, how he had completely fucked your brains out - but him as well.Â
The conversations. The tiny crack you had made in his armor, the way he had shown you his claws. The drift of his fingers against your skin, when he had asked why you had gone to Wade.Â
Youâre thankful youâre working in the back today, with the way your skin heats from chest to ears. Quiet mutterings to get it to together.Â
And as the afternoon finally starts to lull, you find yourself gathering ingredients.
It wouldn't take long to make something small. The recipe is one you know by heart.Â
Maybe you can drop it off tonight. Maybe it will erase whatever you did to drive him from your bed and back to his apartment in the middle of the night. Maybe it will be a nice way to let him know youâre thinking of him.
Vanilla, flour, powdered sugar. Fresh, sliced strawberries.
Maybe you have it bad.Â
The box is tucked under your arm when you knock on Wadeâs door. Itâs still early in the afternoon - the hallways bright, traffic buzzing outside.
You fidget with the strap of your dress - something breezy, but still a little cute. An attempt to look like you have it together with looking like you tried too hard - something easier said than done.
Thereâs a fluttering twitch behind your ribs when the door opens. That curl of hope squashed when itâs not Logan that answers, but Wade.
Youâre quick to fix your expression, offering him a smile, âMorning! Late night?â
âIs it a late night if itâs still going?â A yawn, as he scratches at his ribs - fingers digging into the fabric of his cropped tee, âWeâre four seasons deep into a Supermarket Sweep marathon. If I could go back in time againâŠâ
The tv blares in the background, Al sitting in an armchair. The couch from the night before still sits empty, no sign of Logan.Â
Not that youâre checking.Â
âYouâd⊠want to host?â You offer, eyebrows raising.Â
âGod no. Can you imagine me in those sweaters? Way too much polyester.â He chuckles, âNo, Blind Al and I would sweep. Pun intended.â
Your head tilts, nose scrunching.
âI see you make that face, but that woman knows every goddamn aisle.â Wade sighs fondly, before heâs jolting - eyes fixing on you, âBut enough about the biggest regret in my life, how was your night?â
âOh,â You manage, âItâs was good-â
âJust good?â He scoffs, âHe gave you the greatest show and youâre saying itâs just good?â
A huff, muttered under his breath, âCanât remember the last time I took the skin boat to tuna town like that. Surprised youâre still walking.â
The noise you make is ugly - a broken groan. Embarrassment flooding with your nerves, cheeks heating, âIf you must know, it was great. Lots of wholesome, adult conversation.â
âUh huh. And a good, old-fashioned railing.â His tongue tucks against his teeth, âI get it! Iâve had him inside me too, it was quite the experience.â
That has you pausing. A beat, as curiosity wells in you, âYou meanâŠ?â
âWell, it was his claws,â Wade sighs wistfully, âBut how different can it be?â
You huff.
âI donât think thatâs the same thing.â
His brow lifts, âIt is, according to the internet.â
âSure, Wade. The Internet.â Your eyes roll, as you shift - adjusting the box as it rests against your hip, âSpeaking of though, is he, uh, home?âÂ
Wade doesnât hear you. His eyes have already dropped, just noticing what youâre carrying. A tilt of his head as he peers through the transparent film on top.Â
âWhat is that?â His finger pokes the box, and your eyes dip down
âItâs nothing,â You start - but you know he wonât let it drop, âWell, actually, itâs - I uh, made him a-â
The words peter out lamely, as you hold up the box. Wadeâs teeth sink into the side of his lip, as he bites back a cackle.Â
âDid you seriously bake him a âthanks-for-the-sexâ cake?âÂ
You blink, âNo!â
A pause, as mortification wells in you.
âOh my god,â Itâs a whisper, as your hand drags across your face, âOh my god, Wade. I baked him a sex cake.â
You shove at him as he laughs - his hands sneaking beneath your arm to wrestle the box away from you, âMm, youâve got it bad, girlfriend. This is pretty embarrassing, real hard to come back from.â
âThere was context!â You insist, reaching for it, âGive that to me.â
Wade twists - pivoting away from you, âOh ho, not a chance, Sugarplum.â
Your forearm presses into his chest as you lunge at him, but itâs all too easy for him to set the box on the cluttered end-table, barring you as he closes the door - trapping you both out in the hallway.Â
âHe earned it, from what I heard,â He chuckles, âAnd are you really gonna take it away from him?â
Youâre still mentally, and possibly physically, cringing. Leaning against the wall, while he blocks the door.Â
Wade is still grinning, a sigh as his arms cross,âGod, I wish he was here.â
And for the first time all day, youâre glad heâs not. It had seemed like a sweet idea but youâre left feeling like an idiot now - already planning on trying to sneak back in and grab it when Wade isnât looking.Â
âHeâs not?â Youâre fishing. Hook and bobber, a flick as you cast out your heart, fingers on the reel. Pathetic, perhaps, but you canât resist, âYou think heâll be back tonight?â
âOoh, the real reason you stopped by. I see how it is.â He sniffs, âBut no, Iâve got no idea. Left this morning with Laura, something about a job.â
A beat, before he adds, âWhich about time, bee tee dubs. Great face card, but Old Wadey here is about to go into overdraft.â
âLaura?â You parrot, without thinking. A frown creasing your brow, the slightest downturn of your lips.
He catches the expression immediately.Â
Wade smirks, âOoh, you are looking so green, Sugar. Never took you for the jealous type.â
An inhale of air between his teeth, head tilting as his hands brace on his hips, âGod I could make this so complicated right now. Drag this whole thing out to another chapter, but I wonât, because I just so happen to like you.â
A beat, before he puts you out of your misery, âLauraâs his daughter. Well, this worldâs Loganâs daughter. Well, heâs the baby daddy, but thereâs no mom. Well, itâs complicated.â
âOh.â You manage. Another detail to keep up with, something you tuck away with the rest. To ask Logan about later, when you see him - a feeling that he might be a little more coherent in his explanation.
âIâm sure youâll meet her.â Wade smiles, âGood kid, I mean, as good as you can be with that as a father figure. So much trauma.â
You hum. He had hinted at that. You couldnât believe that his world didnât want him. Not sure what could have happened to have him all but warn you the night before.
As if it would make you not want him.Â
Thereâs a beat, before his hands are resting on his hips, âOkay. I need to go back to the apparently-contextual-sex-cake.âÂ
You groan, slumping against the wall - the heels of your palms digging into your closed eyes.
âI thought it was embarrassing but I gotta admit that Iâm jealous. Itâs really bothering me that no oneâs ever baked me a cake, because Iâm a very tender and generous lover.â
âThat wasnât why. He seemed interested in trying a non-phallic version of the cake I made for you,â You try to keep it professional, but heâs already smirking, âWhich thank you for bringing up by the way, really broke the ice.â
âWithout me youâd still be at âfavorite colorsâ,â Wadeâs smile widens, before he sighs longingly, âAnd god, that cake was good. Best dick Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
You snort, âSo far, right?â
His eyes widen.
âYou little slut, are you shopping for a third already?â Wade twists the doorknob - opening it a crack with his yell, âAl, itâs happening!â
âNo,â You laugh, âI just meant-, I meant I might get better.â
âCanât beat perfection. And I would know, with a face like this.â
Thereâs a high-pitched yap then, the sound of nails scratching at the wooden door.Â
âOoh, duty calls. Pun intended. Again.â He thumbs over his shoulder, âIâll tell him you stopped, by if-â
You give him a look, but a grin still tugs at your lips, âIf I do that other thing youâre always asking me to do.â
His hand presses against his chest, in mock-offense.
âI canât believe youâd say that! I was going to say if you donât see him first.â
It makes you smile. Fondly, even.Â
âThanks, Wade.â
His hand pats your shoulder.Â
âAny time, Sugar. My holes are always open.â
You sigh.Â
You donât see him until late in the evening.Â
The afternoon ticking by. Telling yourself you donât care - to play it cool - only to turn around and try to convince yourself that open communication is the way to go.
Vegging out in front of the television for a while - trying to figure out what to order for dinner. Narrowing it down to two takeout locations when thereâs a series of bangs in the hallway.
Layered voices.Â
You canât help but look. Half-nosy and half-worried for Wade, even if he did have mutant powers. Even if you canât offer much for backup, it doesnât stop you from cracking open the door.Â
â-open the goddamn door right now, Iâll break it down.â
The growling voice is one youâve come to know, even if itâs angrier than youâve ever heard.
The side of Loganâs fist colliding with the door frame, his shoulder pressed up against the wooden door.
âNot a chance, Jack Torrance.â Wadeâs voice is muffled, âAlways wanted to be an uncle and you are not ruining this for me-â
The doorknob rattles under his grip, as he snarls, âYou roped me into this, shithead. All that talk about getting to know-â
âNew Yorkâs Cupid is never wrong! Donât you dare ruin my streak!â
Itâs then that Logan sees you - the snarl on his face flickering. Expression going flat.
A final filthy glare shot at the door before he steps away. The calculated look he throws your way makes you think heâs considering making for the end-of-the-hall staircase instead.
What is happening?Â
A beat, before his jaw grits. Hand shoving into the pocket of his jeans. Closing the gap between you only to thrust out a rolled-up bundle of bills, secured with a rubber band.Â
âFor the mattress.âÂ
Thereâs a frustrated rumble in his throat when you donât take it - too busy frowning, your eyes flicking from the bills to his face.
âI donât want that?â It comes out like a question, as you try to put the pieces together.Â
âJust take it.â He grits. Eyes dropping, âYou can replace your mattress and we can forget last night happened, if you regret it so much.â
You blink.
âI donât regret last night, Logan.â Your hands brace on your hips, âYou were the one that left. Which is fine, if thatâs how you like things to go, but donât you dare point your finger-â
Logan scoffs, interrupting you.
âI didnât leave.â His tongue licks against his teeth, as his head shakes, âI slept on the couch. Perfect place to hear your rant this morning.â
Your hands brace on your hips, âMy rant?â
âYeah, Sugar.â Heâs stepping into your space - and it shouldnât be as hot as it is, but something about how youâre bumping up against the door has your heart racing, âHeard everything you said. How âfucking dumb you areâ, how you regret it.â
A beat, as you process - a thunk, as you head tips back against the door. Everything becoming clear, and you almost laugh.Â
He hadnât left.
âI wasnât talking about you.âÂ
His frown deepens.
Your face softens, âHow could I think that? I spent all day thinking about you. I was mad at myself for taking an early shift, instead of getting that extra time with you.â
Thereâs still a jut to his jaw. Defenses and hackles raised - your words as useless as his fist against the door.
Your hands spread wide, âI even baked you a cake, which is apparently something I do when I like someone.â
He goes still at that, eyes dark. A lithe roll of his shoulders as he steps closer - voice dropping, âSay that again.â
âI baked you a cake?â You repeat, distracted by his proximity.
âMm,â Logan hums, âNot the beginning. The last part.â
Your cheeks heat, as you realize what you said, âWhen⊠when I like someone.â
Thereâs the touch of his fingers against your chin. Tipping your face towards his, even as your eyes drift to somewhere over his shoulder. Too embarrassed to meet his gaze just yet.
âIs that right?â Logan husks.Â
The word slips from you, âMaybe.â
âI like maybe.â
That emboldens you to look. Heâs close now, a mimicry of the night before - just on the other side.Â
The hand still hovers, in that narrow gap between you. Fingers flexing around the bundle of bills, âI still want you to take this.â
âWell, I donât want it.â Your head shakes, âMaybe just for some new sheets, but I thought-âÂ
Thereâs a different intent in the way he crowds you, now. A softer slope of his shoulders, the sweep of his thumb against your skin.Â
âThought what?â
The low husk makes you squirm. His eyes half-lidded when you glance at him. The heat of his anger morphing into a much different kind of fire.Â
âThought that if it was already ruinedâŠâ You trail off, as you smile.Â
As you hope.
ââŠ.maybe youâd want to ruin it a little more with me, sometime?â
Thereâs the slightest pull of his lips, as he smirks.Â
You make it inside, but no further than the couch. Itâs familiar, the way his hand cradles the base of your neck. The muted sigh, when your lips part at the sweep of his tongue.
Laid down against the cushions, legs spread to fit him between them. Hips that dip down, the meat of his thigh nudging against your core, sending your heart racing.Â
How he chases after you, when you forget to breathe. Leaning in you as your fingers twist in his hair, tugging him closer.Â
Need pounds in your vein, matching the pulse in your throat when his lips press against it. Wandering hands, one that palms the curve of your breast. A throaty hum when he can feel the tight peak through the fabric, pinching it between thumb and forefinger.
The other skating up your bare thigh, raising goosebumps. Slipping beneath the hem of your dress, his leg shifting to make room. Fingertips stroking against your inner thigh - the soft crease as you whine into his mouth, feeling how his lips curve as he kisses you.Â
Youâre wet already. You know you are - since that spark of realization, then the moment when his mouth pressed against yours. Fueled by the heavy weight of him as he guided you beneath him, smelling like smoke and wood and the sharp bite of leather.Â
Wound up by this teasing, and itâs enough that your hand is catching his wrist, pulling his palm flush with your core.Â
The moan it pulls from you is ragged. Loganâs hand is warm where he cups you, curling fingers against the curve of your ass, heel pressing against your seam.Â
Another rock of his hand, until thereâs a soft âpleaseâ slipping from your lips. Fingers slip beneath then - a ragged curse muttered against your lips as they part you.
Slipping against where youâre wet and warm. The tips of two pressing against your opening, feeling how you give for him.
âShould let me make it up to you.â Loganâs voice is ragged, as he sinks to the knuckle. A slow pump as you clench down around them, a lift of your hips as you try to take more.Â
Itâs on the tip of your tongue to protest.Â
Remind him it was just a misunderstanding, but then your eyes are fluttering open, seeing how his dark gaze is fixed on you.
Your answer is quiet, âOkay. Sâlong as you donât stop.â
Thereâs the flash of sharp teeth. You mourn the weight of him as he eases off of you, fingers slipping free. But itâs only to catch your thighs - smearing slick across your skin as he moves to the floor. Tugging you until legs spread wide for him, hips at the edge of the couch.
Thereâs a hitch of your breath, as you hold it. His lips pressing against your knee, as his hand bundle up the fabric. A slow reveal as he fists it around his fingers, bringing it up to rest against your abdomen.
His kisses follow the path his fingers took. Open-mouthed against your thigh, until his tongue dips out to taste the soft skin where your leg meets hip.
âLogan,â You huff - needy, âDonât tease.â
His eyes lift from where they lingered - the darkened patch of fabric between your thighs.Â
âBeen teasing me since I left. Couldnât stop thinking about this.â It comes out rough, his eyes flicking back down.
âBut I thought-,â You start. Itâs hard to think when heâs this close, the press of his thumb into the joint of your knee - keeping your legs spread, âThought you were mad.â
Logan huffs. Lips ghosting against your skin, as he inhales, âAt the thought of never having you again.â
Itâs like being struck by an arrow, piercing clean through. The little gasp turning long, as his hand slips up your thigh. Catching at the waistband of your panties - tugging them down so he can get his mouth on you.
The tip of his tongue meets you before his lips do. A low groan as it flattens against your slit, tasting your arousal. His nose pressing against your mound as he teases at your clit. Slipping down to dip inside you, as your nails scrape against the cushions.Â
Slicking you up with his tongue. The buzzing groan of his lips against your skin as he eats you - open-mouthed kisses against your core. Tight licks against your clit, before his lips close around and suck.
It leaves you a mess. Short panting breath, as he gives you what you need. His name melding in with your gasps, as that string inside you winds tighter and tighter.
The pressure eases and you whimper as he leans back, jaw working. Lips shiny where heâs smeared with you - watching how you clench for him as he lets spit pool on his tongue, before itâs dropping against your folds.Â
Itâs filthy, the way he rubs it into your skin. Coating his fingers before the two are notching again, before sinking deep into you.
A moan is pulled from you, with the stretch. Stealing your breath, even with how eager you are. Giving you more. That dull ache easing as his mouth returns to you. Hungry in the way he groans against your skin, as if he was getting off to your pleasure.
The time before doesnât compare to now. The full focus of his fingers, buried deep and crooking. Pointed flicks of his tongue - the way his eyes are so fixed on your face.
Catching the pull of your brow and the way your teeth sink into your lip. Keeping the pounding pace steady when he sees how you gasp, your fingers fisting in his flannel. Relentless in the way they stroke against the spot that makes you see stars.Â
It sends you higher and higher. A groan against your skin when you buck into his mouth. Another one, louder, when your hand slips to his hair and tugs.Â
âFeels so fucking good, Logan,â Youâre babbling now - desire slurring the syllables, âIâm so, Iâm so close-â
Those dark eyes settle over you - his mouth busy but itâs not hard to imagine the way heâd encourage you. The husk of his voice, that tough timber as a low command melds with praise. The thought is enough to send you over - with the soft suck of his mouth, the way his fingers fill you.Â
Your knees dig into his shoulders as you curl inward - that hand at your belly pressing you flat against the cushions as you come. Making you take what he gives you - the flick of his tongue going lazy as the tight pulse around his fingers ebbs.Â
The tension leeches from you, turning to glitter in your veins. That tight knot of worry slowly unfurling - giving you something to grasp, hold onto, as you come back down. A sigh when his fingers slip from you. The hungry press of teeth against your inner thigh, a reminder that heâs there. Soothing it with the swipe of his tongue after.Â
Easing back as you push yourself up -Â his shoulder pressing into the edge of the couch as he sits on the floor. Your limbs are liquid as you slip down to join him - Loganâs broad hands gripping at your waist, your thighs splitting as you throw a leg across his lap.
âYouâre too good at that.â You hum, as you settle in his lap bare, spit-slick against his jeans. Against where he strains, a breath hissed out as you tug at his belt. Reaching to help you - loosening the button, tugging at the zipper.
A lift of his hips to push his jeans down, his cock full and hard where it rests against your belly. His hands reaching for the hem of your dress, tugging it from you. Fingers slipping around to loosen your bra as your mouth meets his.Â
He tastes like you, as he licks into your mouth - a sweet tang that blends with him. His shaft pressing against your pussy as he lifts his hips, grinding himself into you. You push yourself up onto your knees - his lips parting with a groan as your fingers circle him, holding him steady.
It breaks off - a sharp hiss, when you sink down.Â
Thereâs no slow slide this time. Too eager, in the way you drop down. Taking half of him at once, with a breath that chokes you. His fingers pinching hard enough to bruise, as his brow knits.Â
âEasy, sweetheart.â He grits, âNot going anywhere, alright?â
It soothes you, as your nails bite into his shoulders. Pink marks that ebb away by the time you start moving - a slow bounce until youâre sitting flush on his lap, cock speared inside you.Â
Itâs also different than last time. Heâd been deep, then. Your faced pressed into the mattress as you had panted - but now -
Now, his mouth is at your shoulder. Lips pressed against the fading mark he had left. That tight grip of his hands loosening, as he guides you - letting your hips rock. A shallow drag of his cock inside you, feeling like heâs in your ribs.Â
Another press of his mouth against your sternum. Hands slipping down to wrap around your thighs, encouraging you to lift a little more. Enough that he can get his mouth on you - his tongue laving across a nipple. Groaning as you press your chest against him, leaning into the suck of his lips, the nip of teeth.
His thrusts like this are shallow, punctuated by the occasional deep thrust that has you panting. Has your fingers loosening to slip between your thighs, pressing against your clit.
You can feel the scrape of his facial hair. The ease of his hands as he lets you drop, until heâs buried in you again. Catching at your wrist, tugging your hand back to his shoulder.
âUh-uh.â Logan tongue clicks, eyes dark, âJust keep riding, honey.â
His fingers replace yours. Slick circles, a pressure that makes you clench down hard around him.Â
A soft coo, as your breathing shortens - turning to whimpers.Â
âLemme make you feel good.â
And this is new, too - how close he is. Those hazel eyes focused so singularly on you, itâs almost too much.
âYou do make me feel good,â You breathe, letting your lips press against his cheek, âYouâre, oh-â
His hips stutter, where he flexes into you. Your own pace sloppy - grinding instead of bouncing, chasing the building pleasure in your core. The soft sounds you make growing louder. His legs flexing beneath you, feet going flat against the floor so he can drive himself up.
Thereâs that tell-tale clench. The way your vision starts to go blurry, words slipping into sounds.Â
âLogan.â You, âIâm-,â
He can feel it - the way you tighten as he pounds into you. The glaze of your eyes, the throaty moan as you start to string stiff in his arm.Â
âThatâs it,â Logan rasps, face tipped up to yours, âYou gonna come for me?â
Your moan pitches high.Â
He grins.Â
âThen let me hear how pretty you sound. Come on, sweetheart.â
With the circle of his fingers, youâre shattering.
A soft cry as you come again, gushing against the cock that only pounds harder. Drawing out the flutter of your cunt as he grips your thighs, rocking into you. A ragged moan as he feels how you flutter around him, head tipped back. An arm wrapping around you back as he tips forward, bringing you down to the floor.
You head cushioned on the pile of discard clothes. His knees brace against the rug as the angle changes, sending him deeper. Lifting your hips, eyes fixed on where he drives into you. The gleam of his cock where heâs soaked with your release, how he slips between your puffy folds.
His teeth grit. Fingers flexing against your skin. A rough moan when your hips move to meet his thrusts.
âYou want me to come in you again?â Thereâs an edge to his voice. Eyes fixed on your face, searching.
You nod, but itâs not enough.Â
His hips snap harder, breath ragged, âAsk me for it, Sugar.â
It makes your stomach clench. Something deep burning, liquid heat in your core. Your legs hitch around his waist, hooking around his back.
âWant you to come in me,â You beg, âLogan, please-â
His eyes flutter shut. The muscles in his neck flex, as he arcs over you - a hand braced on the floor, pricks of silver glinting between his knuckles.
A rough growl that turns into something soft as his hips snap forward - hilting himself as he comes. Hips pumping with each pulse of his cock, as he spills deep inside you. As you milk him dry, until the heavy throb of his cock fades.Â
Heâs beautiful. It leaves you dizzy.
You really might just have to bake him another.
The golden sunset seeps through the windows, spilling across the floor.
âYou wanna stay?âÂ
It comes out drowsy. Your limbs are liquid, even more so than last time, âI know a great takeout place.â
Youâll need a little fuel, if tonight goes as it did before.Â
He hums - the brush of bare fingers down your spine. Itâs cramped on the couch, entwined limbs. Sweat-dewed in the summer evening.Â
âYou still wanna get to know me?â
Your nose brushes his throat. Cheek pressed up against the curl of his shoulder - where he can just feel you nod, âI would. If youâll let me.â
âYeah,â Logan rasps, quietly.
âYeah. That sounds nice.â
I can't even express how just - grateful and thrilled and happy I am that so many of you liked sugar, sugar! thank you for the encouragement for this part 2, and I hope you liked it! đ I have one more part planned (though open for more!) that I've been working on, along with more for the wade x f!reader x logan fic as well!
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also at my old job i used to get so exhausted i would just pass out when i came home. cant even THINK about the horrors when you work 12 hours a day 13 days straight 1 day off and then do it again. i sort of miss that
#to be fair i wasnt having night terrors for awhile until the end of my relationship with my last roommate triggered me into a mental hole#and i did have to call off work some days because of literally just. being unable to sleep the night before#and it did get bad at work sometimes when i would get triggered and then had to go back upstairs and pretend to be normal#while repairing complex machinery. im honestly wondering if i can do this kind of job again in my current mental faculties.#its sort of worrying. i was sort of barely keeping my shit together sometimes
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yesterday afternoon - after an unsuccessful coffee shop date - youâd decided that dating sucked. it was much too awkward and formal and not at all like it was in the movies, putting too much pressure on the people involved.
last night - after watching shoko flirt her way into free drinks - youâd been tipsy enough to take her advice.Â
casual sex! it doesn't have to be with a stranger, just pick someone you know. someone youâre sure you won't fall in love with.
this morning youâd woken up to find gojo laying in bed next to you.
you lay shoulder to shoulder with the one person you should not have picked, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak.Â
âdid we reallyââÂ
âthree times,â satoru confirms happily, rolling onto his side to grin down at you. âi'm surprised we didn't do this sooner, really. our sexual tension has always been off the charts.â
when he leans in to kiss you, his lips meet your palm as your expression wrinkles. âdonât get familiar.â
âweâre naked together in bedâ we slept together in more than the literal sense. canât get more familiar than that.âÂ
âand this never happen again,â you promise, refusing to look at him.Â
âwhy? because youâre afraid youâll fall in love with me? itâs okay to admit it. i'm extremely lovable.âÂ
youâve seen the way girls fawn over him. how they swoon over his pretty eyes and confident smile. heâs satoru gojo. a legend amongst jujutsu society. youâre no one in comparison, not a user of an otherworldly cursed technique, not from a major clan.Â
people like him donât fall for people like you. youâre afraid of rejection, afraid of being hurt.Â
âweâre friends,â you tell him honestly. âi donât want to risk ruining our friendship over something like this.âÂ
he tilts his head as your look at him. âshoko told you to try casual sex, didn't she? why not with me?â
âshe told you?â you groan, dragging a hand down your face and making a mental note to never ask your roommate for advice for anything ever again.Â
âhey, look at me,â he urges, grasping your hand. you do as he says, meeting his earnest gaze. âi can be casual and chill, itâs not like i have a huge crush on you or anything.âÂ
itâs so hard to say no to him. you really wish you could. Â
âiâll think about it,â you tell him, rolling your eyes when he fist pumps. âbut you need to go home before shoko sees you.âÂ
but youâre dealing with satoru gojo, who almost never does what heâs told. âyouâre not getting rid of me that easily. come here.â
he winds an arm around you, pulli my you in so youâre snug against his chest. explicit memories of last night flash through your mind, sending heat through your veins.
 âi canât.â you tell him (though youâre mostly reminding yourself.) this is insaneâ satoru, what are youââ
youâre cut off when he shushes you, whispering letâs sleep in for a little while longer.Â
he starts to drift off again as you struggle to escape his grasp, but your efforts are futile. even on the throes of sleep, satoru is stronger than you.Â
so you give up, resigning yourself to a few more minutes ofâŠcuddling. shoko isnât a morning person anyways.
after a minute, you find it's not entirely awful. itâs a purely physical reaction. gojo is good looking, even with his hair mussed with sleep and his mouth hanging open. because you know that under the softness of his skin lays defined muscle, and spending the morning in his nicely toned arms isnât the worst thing in the world.Â
(itâs purely physical, is what your head tries to convince your heart, which is beating a little faster than usual.)
a very soft, content sigh slips past your lips.Â
then, shoko knocks on your door.Â
âhey! donât tell me youâre too hungover for grocery shopping.âÂ
âshit!â you whisper harshly, shoving him away from you. âshe cannot see you in here.âÂ
âafraid youâll have to share?â he teases, narrowly avoiding being hit with a pillow. âokay, okay! where do you want me?â
âcloset!â you instruct, scrambling my around the room to make sure none of his clothes are lying around. you thrust them into his hands, pushing him into your closet.Â
he catches the door before you can close it, smiling down at you. âarenât you glad weâre doing this?â
you shove him inside, slamming the door shut just ask shoko bursts into the room.
âhey,â you greet, trying your best to appear casual as you lean against the door. your heart beats in your throat, as she squints at you, then lets her gaze sweep across the room.
âdid you bring someone home last night?â
âno.â
she looks at you. really looks at you, you think.Â
âokay,â she finally says, though you canât tell if she believes you. âi justâ i thought i saw you leave with gojo. suguru said you two were flirting all night.â
âgojo and i?â you try to laugh, but it comes out a little strained. ânever in a million years.â
shoko only shrugs, and you let yourself relax when she turns to leaveâŠ
âŠonly for her to turn around once more, leaning the the doorframe. âwell if you really don't like him, just let him down easy, alright? suguru told me he has a huge crush on you.âÂ
waitâ
âgojo?â
you hear a sharp inhale through the door.Â
âyeah,â she nods. âyou really couldn't tell?â
gojoâŠhas a crush on you. it takes a few seconds to truly sink in. âi had no idea.âÂ
âof course you didn't. heâs definitely got a really weird way of showing it.â
she turns to leave for real this time, but you wait a couple extra seconds before opening your closet, finding a wide eyed, blushing satoru staring at you.Â
you can't help but laugh. at his expression, at shokoâs revelation, at this entire situation.
dating sucks, but maybe it wonât be that bad if itâs with him.
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Simon catching baby fever, but youâre only roommates...
141 masterlist (there'll be a part two of this)
Before you, the only time Simon really left his flat when he was home on leave was to go to the gym or to go get groceries.Â
He was content with this routine, he found comfort in the familiarity of it, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of his own space. Or at least that is what he told himself. This way of life had been sufficient for him for a long time, but as time went on he couldnât shake the feeling that something was missing.Â
That is when Simon found himself considering the idea of getting a flatmate. He thought about it for a while, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. On one hand, he enjoyed his independence and privacy. On the other hand, having someone else around the flat could be a good thing, and he does have an extra bedroom in the flat thatâs just collecting dust. Maybe it would be a good idea⊠Maybe.
After much contemplation, Simon finally decided to take the plunge and start looking. He posted an ad online, and waited for responses to come in. To his surprise, he received a good handful, he had actually not anticipated that that many, if any, would be interested in sharing his space. It is a little overwhelming, and as he goes through the applications he starts to doubt whether he had made the right decision.Â
What if he didnât get along with any of them? What if they were messy or loud or just generally annoying? It was a dumb idea to begin with, he thought to himself, but then as he looked through the last application, something caught his eye.You.Â
You seemed responsible, tidy, and overall like someone he could get along with. But there was something more about you that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way you wrote about your love for cooking and how you were looking for a quiet and peaceful place to call home. Or maybe it was the photo you attached to your application, a warm smile on your face that made Simon feel at ease.Â
Maybe this could work out after all.Â
And work out it did, maybe a little too well. It has now been a little over a year since you moved in, and despite Simon being gone on deployment more often than not the two of you have become very close. You cook meals together. You watch movies on lazy nights, where you will sometimes fall asleep on the couch, your lashes kissing your cheek as the soft glow of the tv illuminates your face, and Simon canât help but feel a warmth in his heart as he tucks the fluffy blanket, that you had brought with you when you moved in, over your sleeping form.
After you moved in, his flat feels more like a home than it ever had before. Itâs like you were always meant to be there, filling up the empty space in his life that he didnât even realise was there.Â
There is something so oddly domestic about all the small things you do together â sharing a cup of tea in the evenings as you talk about your day, or even playfully arguing over who gets to do the dishes that night, even though he secretly never actually minds doing them.Â
Pushing the trolley down the aisles of the supermarket as the two of you do the big shop together on Sundays are one of his favourites, though. Because he knows what it looks like from the outside â just a couple doing their weekly grocery shopping. The only thing that would make the scene even more picturesque would be with a little baby in the trolley, a perfect blend of the two of you, giggling and reaching out to try and grab for the items on the shelves as you both laugh and try to keep them entertained.
These thoughts will sometimes sneak into Simonâs mind, and he will quickly shake them away, reminding himself that it is just his imagination running wild. He canât think like that, it isnât fair to you or to himself. But still, the idea lingers in the back of his mind, growing stronger with each passing day.
It has started to get harder and harder to ignore these thoughts, these feelings. He tries to push them away, to bury them deep down, but they keep resurfacing. He never really expected to feel this way about you, about anyone, really. But now that he has you in his life, so close yet so far from what he actually wants to be he canât help but dream about a different life, to have a family, a future, a life outside of the military and his flat.
Suddenly, Simon starts to notice more and more babies around him. Whether itâs at the park when he is on his runs, in Tesco, or even on TV, they seem to be everywhere. And each time he sees a baby, his heart aches with longing. It doesnât help that your neighbours just had a baby, and he has to watch you coo over the little boy every chance you get. It is like a knife twisting in his chest, knowing that he will never have that with you.
It has always been a secret desire of his, a wish he knew he would never be worthy of having fulfilled. And yet, it linger in the depths of his heart, elusive and shimmering like a mirage in the desert. The dream of someday having a family of his own, of doing things right, of breaking the cycle he had grown up in. After meeting you, his dreams became more vivid, more concrete.Â
He has fallen in love with you, and that scares the living daylights out of him. He never thought he would be in this situation, especially after all the sick shit he has been through. But here you are, filling up the empty space in his heart, making him yearn for a life he never thought he could have.
But Simon is good at keeping his emotions in check, so he continues to play his part, to act like everything is okay, like he doesnât feel this overwhelming love for you that threatens to consume him.Â
But late at night, Simon lies awake in bed, when he is sure youâre sleeping and he is staring at the ceiling, his heart feels heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings.Â
And when he tries to decompress, by fisting his aching cock in his hand, guilty thoughts of you will flood his mind, making him ache with longing.Â
He knows itâs wrong, he knows he shouldnât be thinking of you in that way. But the images of you, of your smile, of your laughter, of your kindness, they linger in his mind, fueling his desires. The way you smile and laugh and light up his life in ways he never thought possible, it fuels a fire within him so all consuming, so intense, that he canât help but give in to it, even if just in the confines of his own mind.
And as he strokes himself, he canât help but imagine what it would be like to have you in his bed, to feel your touch, to hear your moans of pleasure. He imagines what it would be like to hold you close, to feel your warmth against his skin, to hear you whisper words of love and affection in his ear. To have you beg for him to fill your womb and mark himself as yours. He would love it â to pump you so full with his cum, for it to take root, to see your body change with his child, to create a life with you, to have a family of his own.Â
He will have to bite down on his own hand to stifle his groans and to stop himself from moaning your name out loud. Itâs a dangerous game he plays in the silence of the night, as he knows that these feelings, these desires, can never be acted upon. But still, he canât help but indulge in these fantasies, in these dreams of a life that he may never have.
And as he lies in his bed after, spent and worn, a sense of guilt wash over him. He knows that itâs wrong to have these thoughts about you. But he canât help it, he canât control it, and as he lies in the darkness of his bedroom, he canât help but feel the sting of longing in his chest, knowing that you lie in your own bed just down the hall, so close yet so far away.
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itâs funny bc he actually did take a polaroid of us lol
#it was two of us and one of me alone đ that was for me but he kept đ#and i forgot to ask for them back agian before we had a fallout fight whatever#have u ever had a dude just and tell u that u r the problem lmao#like not like anti hero.mp3 but him put all the blame on u and say u have issues â€ïž but if u wanna sleep together tho đ«Ł#oh and be condescending to u abt relationships#<< some ppl r polygamous >>#yeah i fucking know that my roommate was poly#anyways he messaged me and i shouldâve acted on my racing thoughts last night abt removing him from my socials#why didnât i block him? idk i was thinking i would appear bitter or something#FUCK#^^
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reasons for there to be only one bed ËËË ê° đ ê±
Âč⟠theyâre undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one
ÂČ⟠thereâs technically two beds available, but itâs freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best
ÂłâŸ itâs a camping trip, and one characterâs forgotten their sleeping bag
âŽâŸ a character goes to their friendâs house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it
â”⟠in a roommate scenario, one characterâs bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution
â¶âŸ there are two beds, but only one blanket
â·âŸ a characterâs taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute
âžâŸ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor
âč⟠a characterâs had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep
Âčâ°âŸ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night
ÂčÂč⟠itâs a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch
ÂčÂČ⟠a threatâs been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers itâs deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere
ÂčÂłâŸ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there
ÂčâŽâŸ thereâs no bed in the shoddy refuge theyâve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together
and, of course,
Âčâ”⟠itâs the last room available at the hotel after a long trip
#8 is extremely simon riley coded but you didnât hear that from me lol#prompts#prompt list#writing prompts#writing exercise#fluff prompts#rp meme#soft prompts#otp prompts#fluff writing prompts#only one bed#only one bed prompts#forced proximity prompts
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The Last Laugh
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Spencer is forced to share a room with his rival. This is part two of Lose Control but can be read as a standalone.
warnings: sexual tension, a lot of banter, female oral, edging, rough sex, unplanned creampie (is that a thing?) words: 5,3k a/n: someone requested a part two with a one-bedroom trope and since this is one of my favorite stories, I had to do it
...Thinkin' you're winnin' with all of your grinning but I got the last laugh...
"I'M NOT SLEEPING WITH REID."
The idea was absurd. Ridiculous. Insane. Out of all the people in her team, why was she paired up with him?
According to Garcia, the only choice she had to spend the night in this remote town was with the person she least wanted to engage with. Did Garcia not know how much she had been trying to avoid him? How much she had been attempting to act as if the mere proximity with him wasn't making her lose her mind?
"Why not?" Garcia asked, handing her a key. "He's not that bad of a roommate, well, if you overlook his tendency to share random facts in the middle of the night, then he's really not that bad."
"Do you not hear yourself?" She steadied her gaze to her friend. "You want me to share a room with the person I hate the most?"
Garcia rolled her eyes. "You guys really should stop with this nonsense. You're both grown adults."
"I'll treat him like an adult if he starts to act like one." Her eyes drifted toward the man of the hour, standing at the other end of this old-looking hotel that seemed too close to falling apart, engaged in conversation with Luke. She then glanced back at Garcia. "Why can't he share a room with Luke?"
"Because I'm sharing a room with Luke."
She shot Garcia an incredulous look. "You're rooming with Luke? Since when?"
"Since always. We're buddies, remember?" She cocked an eyebrow and Garcia sighed. "Don't look at me like that, we're just friends. Besides, you and Reid are the only ones left without a roommate. Consider this your opportunity for personal growth or whatever."
"Personal growth? More like a crash course in patience. And what's the deal with Reid anyway? Why does he always have to be the exception?"
Garcia leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Well, let's just say Luke and I enjoy our peace. Reid, on the other hand, is like a walking encyclopedia. I figured it's your turn to experience that charm up close."
She scowled, a mix of annoyance and resignation on her face. "Charm? That's a generous way to put it."
Garcia stared back with an air of nonchalance that only seemed to amplify her exasperation. "Look, it's only one night. What's the worst that could happen?"
She shot her friend a withering glance as if the absurdity of the situation needed no further clarification. "The worst is that I might end up committing another crime in this town before the night ends."
Garcia raised an eyebrow, her amusement evident. "You're exaggerating, Reid is harmless. Plus, all the other rooms are fully booked. Consider yourself lucky we even found a place to stay."
"Lucky is not the word I would use right now."
"Just try to survive the night without killing each other," Garcia chuckled, ignoring the glare shot towards her way. "Give him a chance."
Her incredulous stare intensified. "A chance? Garcia, the man tried to argue with me about the most efficient way to organize my desk. And you know what's ironic? His own desk is a complete mess."
Garcia sighed, her playful demeanor softening. "One night, Y/n, that's all I'm asking."
She pursed her lips together. She could go on about how bad it would be to share a room with him, but the thing was, it would raise questions she did not want to answer. There was a limit to how much her disdain could stop her from entertaining the idea, and her avoidance, she realized, was more than just mere hatred.
Annoyed that she couldn't do anything to escape the situation, she shot a disapproving glance at him, who was still engrossed in conversation with Luke. With a resigned shake of her head, she turned back to Garcia.
"Whatever." She sighed, begrudgingly accepting the key Garcia handed her. "But if he starts reciting facts about, I don't know, the history of dental floss or something, I'm blaming you."
Garcia laughed. "Fair enough." She shoved her shoulder playfully. "But who knows, maybe you'll discover he's not as bad as you think."
That was the problem. Spencer Reid, in her eyes, was starting to... change. And she hated that. Why was the man she had never bothered to befriend occupying her mind more than she wanted him to? Was it because she now knew what it felt like to have his body pressed against hers? What it felt like to have him grunt in pleasure right in her ear? Just because they had sex?
Nope. Nuh-huh. She wasn't going to think of him differently tonightâor ever, for that matter.
She gave Garcia one last glare before making her way across the creaky floorboards toward him. Noticing her presence coming close, Spencer looked up and a slight tension filled the air as his gaze locked with hers. She quickly shook her head.
"You're sleeping on the floor," she declared with a point of her finger when she reached him.
A small amused smile played on his lips. "We're sharing a room?"
"Unfortunately," she grumbled. She then focused her attention on Luke. "Do you want to switch roommates?"
Luke chuckled. "I'm afraid I'm stuck with Garcia. Besides," he patted Spencer on the shoulder, "Don't act like you're not eager to spend the night with him."
Her eyes went wide. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Luke simply shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and walked away, leavingher staring at Spencer with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "What did you tell him?"
Spencer frowned. "Nothing." He sighed when her stare didn't back down. "Nothing, I swear. Luke tends to have his own way of interpreting things."
She narrowed her eyes, not entirely convinced, but decided to let it go for the moment. She turned on her heels, not waiting for him as she walked to their destinated room. She felt his presence close behind her but kept her mouth closed.
Spencer, on the other hand, found the situation amusing. He really shouldn't find any entertainment in her visible annoyance towards him, but he did. He couldn't help but notice that despite being angry, she still looked unbelievably attractive. The scowl on her face, her pursed lips, her chest heaving in anger. He took a step closer.
"This must be hard for you," he commented.
"What is?" she shot back, maintaining her brisk pace.
"Staying the night with me when you've been avoiding me."
Her jaw tightened. "I haven't been avoiding you."
"Really? So you haven't gone out of your way to avoid looking in my direction ever since what happened?"
Her steps faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, refusing to show any vulnerability. "That doesn't mean I've been actively avoiding you. It just means I have better things to do than engage in pointless conversations."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Pointless conversations, or conversations you're trying to avoid?"
She shot him a sharp look but didn't respond. "You know," he began again. "You do seem to be acting differently ever since that day."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Spencer couldn't resist a faint smile at her denial. "You really don't know what I'm referring to?"
She huffed, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. The narrow hallway seemed to amplify the unresolved tension between them as they stopped right in front of their room. She could feel his gaze on her, and it only fueled her annoyance.
She tried to ignore him by unlocking the door, but as she pushed it open, she felt his presence looming behind her. His proximity was so close that she held her breath as he gripped the edge of the door in front of her. His breath brushed her neck and her eyes involuntarily fluttered close when his other hand slowly rested on her waist.
"Should I help you jog your memory back?"
Her eyes shot open. She shoved him aside and stepped into the room. "No funny business, Reid. Keep your dick in your pants tonight."
His laughter lingered in the air as he followed her inside, closing the door behind him. "The question is," he taunted. "Can you keep it in my pants?"
She scoffed. Who was he and what did he do to the Spencer she once knew? The guy she remembered lacked any humor and always kept his distance from her. It was hard to believe a simple encounterâcould you call sex as simple?âhad turned him so crude, or maybe, she considered, this was his true self all along.
She decided to ignore his words as her eyes scanned the cramped room, containing only an old dresser, a nightstand, and a queen-sized bed, which she pointed at assertively. "That bed is mine."
His brow furrowed. "Why do I have to sleep on the floor?"
"You want me to sleep on the floor?" Her hand gracefully moved to her chest in a dramatic gasp. "Where is your chivalry, Dr. Reid?"
"We could share the bed."
She simply stared back at him, her eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and incredulity. Spencer, unable to resist stirring the pot, shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, it won't be so bad. Did you know that the concept of sharing a bed has been a cultural practice for centuries? It symbolizes unity andâ"
"Reid," she interrupted, shooting him a pointed look. "If you're trying to annoy me, you're doing an excellent job."
He grinned, clearly enjoying her irritation. "I'm just stating a fact. Sharing a room, sharing a bedâit's all deeply rooted in human history."
She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I highly doubt our situation is deeply rooted in anything other than poor hotel arrangements."
Spencer chuckled, undeterred, his laughter resonating in the dimly lit room as he took a step closer to her. The worn-out floor creaked beneath his feet, echoing the subtle tension that lingered in the confined space of the room. "You never know. We might be making history right now."
She shot him a skeptical look, her gaze unwavering. "I doubt historians will be interested in this disaster."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you always this skeptical, or is it just reserved for me?"
"It's just reserved for annoying people," she retorted, not missing a beat. She took a deliberate step closer to him, the air thick with a blend of tension and... something else. Her heart quickened as his gaze swiftly swept over her lips before dragging back to her eyes.
"Really?" He closed the distance between them, and she held her ground, tilting her head back to meet his gaze due to his towering height. A subtle trace of his scent hung in the air, his presence enveloping her. She felt a sudden shift in the air, her senses heightened, and her eyes traced the contours of his faceâthe sharp angles of his jaw, the warmth reflected in his hazel eyes. She also could sense the initial surge of longing coursing through her body.
Shit.
"Believe it or not," he added, his voice a low murmur that resonated in the confined space. "I find your company quite fascinating."
"Fascinating?" She responded, but it came out more breathless than she had intended. She took a deep breath, trying to act as if his close proximity wasn't affecting her. Her pulse, however, betrayed her composure. And it was evident in her voice. "T- That's a stretch."
"Really?" His lips curved into a subtle smile, catching the shift in her demeanor. "I think there's a small part of you that's enjoying this."
"Enjoy what? Your random facts and annoying habits?"
Spencer leaned forward. A tension crackled between them, and it swam in his eyes and played on his lips. It pulled at her chest, making her heartbeat flutter in her throat, and to her surprise, he extended his hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch left a searing sensation on her skin.
"Admit it, you're starting to see a different side of me."
She shook her head, refusing to acknowledge his point. "One night doesn't change anything."
"You're right." His hand made its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. "It can change everything."
Before she could register what he was doing, he closed the distance between them, holding her still as his lips crashed on hers. A thousand things flooded her mind all at onceâeach of them revolving around him. The way she melted into him felt oddly natural. The way his hands began to roam her body, the way her mouth opened for his tongue, the way her kisses became hungrier, also felt natural.
Which was bad. Really, really bad. This wasn't supposed to happen. One time, she could call it a mistake. But allowing him to have his way with her for the second time... there was no one to blame but herself. She should push him away and set the boundaries she was supposed to set the moment he invaded her personal space. But it was hard to think rationally when he tasted so good.
It was hard to stand her ground when his teeth softly nibbled her bottom lip. It was hard to think straight when she was already pulling hard at the locks at the base of his neck as his tongue explored her mouth, blindly walking her back until her back was pressing onto the wall.
"Look at you," he laughed against her lips. "You're not pushing me away."
"Shut up," she hissed, trying her best to keep her tone icy. But then again, it was hard to stay angry when he was touching her like this. His greedy hand traveled up her thighs, massaging the plush flesh. His fingers finally found the hem of her pants, and he swallowed her moan when they dipped underneath the material, slipping right underneath her panties.
Her breath hitched when two of his long fingers slide between her folds, spreading her slick before finding its rightful place on her clit. Spencer didn't hesitate when he started rubbing at her nub, smooth and deliberate, it made her toes curl and her body jumped in a moment of surprised bliss.
Her sound of pleasure was music to his ears, urging him to satisfy her even more. He was quick when those same fingers dipped inside her core, her inner walls tensing at the sudden yet pleasurable stretch. There was a distinct sound along her needy whines, wet and slapping as his palm makes contact with her clit every time he was knuckle-deep inside her. Her head fell back to the wall, mouth agape, face flushedâa sight Spencer secretly wanted to commit into his memory.
Without even noticing it, her hips started grinding to chase his fingers, desperate to reach that familiar pleasure twisting in her core. Her movement didn't go unnoticed by him, an amused, deep chuckle reverberating from his chest while he pulled his fingers out of her, rubbing her clit aggressively, knowing it would make her reach her high faster.
"You're going to cum, aren't you? This quick?" She glared at him through half-lidded eyes, not giving him an answer. His smile widened at her resistance. "Do you think I should let you?"
Her heart quickened its pace, knowing well enough what he was about to do. He was going to tease her, or as she liked to think, he was going to torture her by not giving her what she wanted. Her theory was proved right when he leaned down, his face inches away from hers, a sly smile on his lips.
"Beg me."
She quickly shook her head. A hand snaked up her back until it found the base of her skull. His fingers brushed through her strands before gripping hard, sending a jolt of pain down her spine as he yanked her head back.
"Beg me."
"Fuck youâah!" A sudden pressure of his fingers sent pleasure shooting through her, pushing a moan from her that filled the room like a ringing bellâa bell that signaled the fact that despite how much she knew she shouldn't, she was already surrendering to his touch.
"No?" He taunted, his breath brushing against her ear. "Then I'm not letting you cum."
And just like that, the pleasure rippling through her body was ripped away.
He swiftly pulled his hand from under her pants with a smirk she wanted to wipe off before turning his back to her, leaving her all flustered. She took a moment to collect herself, her mind racing to grasp the situation. She loathed him. She really did. She despised the way he was so full of himself.
With a determined exhale, she shook off the flustered feeling that lingered. He may have momentarily unsettled her, but she was not one to let her guard down easily. She was not going to let him get under her skin. If he could make her sexually frustrated, then so could she.
If he was going to play dirty, she was going to get filthy.
Her shirt was the first thing that came off. Then she unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down over her legs. Dear god, she was going to regret this, wasn't she? But she couldn't stop. Not when the rustle of her clothes echoed in the quiet space and Spencer turned around, jaw slacked, a startled expression crossed his face as he watched her.
"W-What are you doing?"
There. That was what she wanted. That priceless, wide-eyed, disbelief face. She had to keep going.
"Taking matters into my own hands."
Her hand reached around to unclasp her bra before she intentionally took her time sliding the straps down her arms, enjoying the way his jaw clenched as you did. Eyes still focused on him, she tossed it to the side. Her hands lowered afterward, and an audible gasp escaped his lips as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs.
"You're always so smug," she murmured, taking a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Thinking you have control of me."
Right hand reaching up, her fingertips just lightly swept the length of his stubbled chin, just below his lips. The corner of his mouth only drew up further at her touch. She smiled at his reaction, and her fingers dropped down to grip his chin firmly.
"But I can satisfy myself just fine."
And then she pulled away, the smirk now missing from his lips as she backed out of his reach. She then settled on the bed, and with her eyes never leaving him, she spread her legs wide open. She watched as a breathless sigh escaped his lips and smiled triumphantly, especially when the bulge growing in his dark pants was impossible to ignore.
With her gaze lingering on his steadily growing erection, she trailed her hand down her stomach, the tips of her fingers paused just over her clit. "What's wrong, Reid?" She hummed out, watching his chest heave. "You seem to be speechless."
Because he was, how could he not be when the pad of her middle finger slowly started to lightly circle over her clit. He watched as she teased herself, fingers gliding between her folds, gathering her arousal before slipping a finger inside. She gasped, the wet sound was audible even to her own ears as she gradually pumped her finger in and out.
He took a step closer, and her fingers moved faster as his eyes raked over her bodyâher luscious breasts fully exposed, legs spread apart, fingers between her thighs. A faint moan fell out of her, her eyes partially closing all the while her fingers never ceased their movement, vigorously thrusting into her cunt.
She then proceeded to put on a show for him, throwing her head back and rolling her hips. He was standing close to her now, eyes focused on her body, his tongue sliding along his lower lip. Her cunt immediately clenched at the sight of him, a bulge straining at the fabric of his pants. The sight sent a surge of warmth through her body, spreading from between her thighs to her cheeks as her fingers quickened in pace and her legs spread farther for him to see.
He was trying to hold himself, it was obvious in the way he held his composure. But then she watched with satisfaction as he stalked towards her, and just because she wanted to fluster him, she couldn't help herself from letting out a needy whine as she slipped her fingers out before rubbing her clit desperately, her eyes boring into his.
"Spencer," she moaned.
That was precisely when he lost it. He didn't even hesitate. He marched straight to her, and her finger stopped in its movement as she watched him settle between her legs, sinking to his knees. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and roughly yanked her over the edge of the mattress, and she fell on her back with a squeal.
"You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" He sneered, his warm breath brushing over her heat. "Fine, I'll let you win this time."
A gasp escaped her lips when he wasted no time leaning in, burying his head between her thighs. He wasted no time as she grabbed onto the sheets, feeling his tongue draw circles around her clit before flicking up and down at a rapid pace. Her thighs tighten around his head. and her whole body trembled beneath him, encouraging him to move his tongue faster.
His fingers dug into her thighs, holding them apart as he took his time. Ever so slowly he licked up her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue until he reached her clit, groaning every second of the way until she was shivering beneath his touch. She was breathless, mind buzzing and the room spinning as he thrust his tongue into her warmth, face becoming so deep between her thighs that heat rushed through her body.
When her thighs trembled and threatened to close, he made sure two heavy palms kept them open long enough for his tongue to drag deeper inside her. With a roll of his tongue, he was lapping at her walls, swallowing every drop until the second he heard her begin to whine.
It was embarrassing, letting him hear how worked up she was. But she couldn't help it, not when she was losing control of her mind and body. Her hips were starting to buck to meet his tongue. Her jaw slacked. Low moans spilled from her lips as he continued to ravish her, and her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her to hold onto her sanity as waves of pure overwhelming pleasure took hold of her.
"Oh my god," she whimpered, voice two octaves higher before growing silent. She was so, so close to the edge, his tongue relentlessly sucking her clit, licking, swirling over her entrance until her mind fell blank from the bliss. The heat began swelling from between her thighs, tension tightening and all she did was screw her eyes shut.
But seconds before the pleasure was nearly too much to bear, he suddenly pulled away.
"Reid!" She hissed, looking down between her legs. "You're fucking annoying."
He looked up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes, then his mouth parted a second before his tongue swiped over his lip to taste the remnants of her arousal. "What?"
Unbelievable. After pulling that stunt, he had the audacity to feign innocence. She huffed and opened her mouth to retort something but when he started to undress himself, she couldn't think of anything. Her mind was too busy taking in his slightly toned arms, his broad chest, his slim waist, and that patch of soft hair trailing down his stomach, disappearing underneath his pants.
And that was gone too, and now he was standing without any shred of clothing, and it then dawned on her that they were both very much naked. Their first time in that dusty storage room happened too fast that they didn't bother taking off their clothes, but now she had the time to sink in the way he looked wearing nothing but a smirk.
"I didn't bring a condom," he said as he climbed onto the bed. Like that was going to stop them, it didn't stop them before and it most definitely won't stop them now.
"It's fine," she mumbled just as he settled between her legs again, but when his eyes lit up at her words, she smacked his shoulder. "But you're still not finishing inside me."
He merely hummed a reply. Then seconds later he was lining up the tip of his cock with her entrance. His eyes meet hers as he teased her, and she noticed the smirk appear once again on his lips. She pushed her hips toward him, gripping his arm irritatedly, and released a breathy 'hurry up' before she could change her mind.
He wasted no more time pushing himself into her without warning, earning a gasp while he stretched her completely. He pressed his body into her, allowing her lips to collide with his and moan into the kiss when she felt him pull away just enough to slam back into her with one harsh thrust. His hands suddenly reached for her wrists, and he gripped them above her head, pushing them onto the mattress.
His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, and she quickly shut her own as he pumped himself into her cunt over and over again. His motions were aggressive, sloppy, and wild. The moment a particularly deep and brutal thrust hit her at the right spot was the moment she finally gave in to weakness as she let out a loud moan, her mind going blank to everything but the pleasure he was giving her.
Then he pulled back again, and his thick cock slid out of her partway, glistening with her juices, splitting her pussy apart around it before snapping forward, his hips going at a brutal pace, making her whole body bounce from the contact.
"God, you feel incredible," he groaned out just as she gasped from the intense pressure of him inside her, head falling above her, jaw slacked, sweat dripping down his temple. Her eyes fluttered open before exhaling a heavy breath, feeling him tightening his grip on her wrists. "We need to do this more often."
Though she didn't say it, she agreed with him. And it pained her to even consider making this a habit. But it was tempting. It was so tempting that the thought of having him inside her anytime and anywhere had her clenching around his cock, earning a low grunt deep within his chest.
Then something snapped inside her. She had started off holding back, keeping herself in check against the rising wave of sensations. But then, in a moment that felt like a long-awaited release, she decided finally to let go when he continued to hit that perfect spot inside her, and she almost felt ashamed at the noises she was making. She wasn't as vocal when she was alone, nor with other men, yet the man she claimed to hate earned every whimper, every desperate moan.
Hearing her cries urged Spencer even more. He leaned over to her and pushed himself deeper, earning a gasp from her as her legs fell apart even further, letting him sink himself as deep as he could. He pushed her hands above her head and hovered above her, letting his temple fall against hers as his hips rutted violently.
The pressure rose and the tension coiled in the pit of her stomach. Sweats beaded over her skin just the same as him, crying out for him, moans mixing with filthy noises of him thrusting into her wet cunt. His powerful thrusts then quickened, causing her to grow weak her body began to quiver in his grasp.
She cried out, wanting to warn him she was growing close to the edge, her mind growing numb, everything around her fading into black. But didn't give her the chance to speak before he pressed his mouth on hers in a heated kiss, all sloppy and wet and desperate, latching on her lips with so much fervor.
She felt him everywhere. On her lips, biting on her soft flesh. On her breasts, his chest rubbing against her hard nipples. And between her legs, his cock stretching her deliciously, a pleasant feeling that had her whining against his mouth.
But before she could whimper anything else, the pleasure erupted inside of her, red hot heat unraveling to every limb. Her release was a fiery blastâwhite-hot and overwhelming, turning her into the image of destruction. Her hair stuck to her skin, her back arching off the bed, feeling overwhelmed as his cock hit her deeper. She succumbed to the bliss, eyes shut tight, and her furrowed brow as she surrendered through her orgasm.Â
He held her tighter, pumping himself into her as she finally let go, calling out his name in a breathless whimper. She came so hard her legs were shaking uncontrollably, but he didn't stop. He pounded into her harder, reveling in the way she fell apart for him.
"I-I'm close," he grunted. "Where... where do you want me toâ"
"Inside."
He looked down at her, trying to hold himself to not combust right there and then. "Are youâ" he groaned when she clenched around him. "Are you sure?"
She was already too deep in her climax that any worries faded away. It was like time slowed down, and all that mattered was the intense sensations taking over her body. It was wrong, but it was what she wanted. She wanted to be full of him.
"Yes. Please, justâplease,"Â she whispered. "Cum inside me."
It was enough for him to let go, chasing his own pleasure inside of her, hitting deep within her walls as her own arousal dripped out around him. The slick and messy noises mixed with his groans filled the room, heat continuing to rush to her face as her entire body became overly sensitive.
With one final, sharp inhale, the bliss took hold of him. His hips slowed as he began to release inside of her, filling her up with a few huffs and grunts, creating a bigger mess between her thighs. He thrust one last time as the last few drops spilled from him, continuing to press his body against hers as closely as possible.
Then everything went silent except the sound of their ragged breathing. He pulled out of her with a heavy sigh, just as spent as her, breathless beyond belief. He collapsed on the bed, his chest rising up and down as he tried to gain some sense of control, his mind trying to grasp on the euphoria that happened moments ago.
"Well that wasâ"
She quickly nodded beside him. "Yeah."
Spencer turned his head towards her, and she could already feel him gloating that before he had the chance to say anything, she covered his mouth with her hand. "Do not say anything."
His reply was muffled underneath her palm, and she didn't understand what he was trying to say. She didn't even bother wanting to listen to him anymore. So she got off the bed, wincing when she felt the mess dripping down her thighs as she walked over to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Taking a shower," she called out. "I feel... sticky."
She then heard some rustling and she turned to see him hopping off the bed, following behind her. She narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"I feel sticky too."
"Spencer."
His lips twitched into an amused smile. "You called me Spencer."
She groaned and turned around. "We're not showering together, Reid."
"Why not?" He pressed, following her behind. "I promise to be on my best behavior."
She looked at him, assessing the way he was practically begging with his eyes. She was pondering whether it was a good idea to spend more time with him in an enclosed space. Probably not, but considering all the filthy, nasty things they had done, sharing a shower seemed harmless.Â
"Alright, fine," she caved in, letting out a sigh. "Just keep your hands to yourself."
He nodded eagerly, but she should've thought better when the spray of water finally hit their bodies and he closed in around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he held her waist. Then he pressed her against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, and it was safe to say that he could not, as a matter of fact, keep his hands to himself.
Not that she was complaining.
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a/n: I know this was supposed to be enemies to fuckable enemies but they're really starting to grow on me, they kinda cute
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The summer heat seems to be getting unbearable by the day. And there is nothing better than indulging in unholy thoughts during these times.Â
And here are your unholy thoughts for the day: Your roommate San fucks you in the shower when the tension between you two gets too hot for you to handle.
San was a great roommateâyou might even say perfectâif it weren't for one thing: he was so damn sexy. The boy just smouldered with hotness, and on top of that, you had a hard time dealing with his intensity and straightforwardness.
You never thought you'd share an apartment with someone like Choi San; it was like you two were from different universes; he was a famous fighter in the underground arena, and you worked in a fantasy flower shop. You rarely saw him without cuts and bruises and wearing anything more than an inappropriately tight tank top and sweatpants that hung so low on his hips that you could easily see the tattoo on his Apollo belt. San was quite the homeboy too, though; he loved to spend time with you, watching films or having dinner together, which was pure torture for you.
San had absolutely no filter; he could easily comment on how he liked your panties when your skirt was riding up too high or how your nipples were hard from the cold in the house. So, you often blushed in his presence, and as embarrassed as you were to admit it, your pussy was always unseemly wet for him. You were literally dripping.
Things had only gotten worse since he'd started letting you help him with his cuts and bruises from fights. He literally couldn't take his eyes off you, looking at you as if he wanted to eat you alive or fuck you right then and there. San was on the verge of grabbing you and fucking your brains out, and you knew he might, if the four broken beds he'd replaced were any indication.
But lately he hadn't brought any girls home, and something about his presence had changed. It felt like he was really hunting you down, circling you like a predator, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
He became rougher with you, harsherâyou would even say possessiveâas if you were his. The tension between the two of you was like the thick air before a storm. You could feel how stifling and electric San's presence in your life had become.
And if it was possible, he became even more shameless. Words, actions, touchesâthe level of sexuality and vulgarity increased day by day. It got to the point that one evening, while you were cooking dinner, he pressed himself against you from behind, all sweaty and dirty from another workout, wearing only sweatpants, and rubbed his erection against your buttocks.
His hands gripped the counter on either side of you so hard that his knuckles were white, and he breathed into your neck like a dog in heatâwet, hot, and hoarse as he thrust his hips into you. You were so shocked by what was happening that you didn't even know how to react; you just stood there and let him rub against you.
After that incident, you avoided him like the plague, and he didn't like that at all. You still remember the time you stayed late at work and came home after midnight to find San sitting in the middle of your living room in total darkness, staring at you with his feline, predatory gaze.
San had you cornered that night, pinning you between the wall and his body, giving you no chance to escape. He was so damn mean, scolding you until one moment his hand was around your throat and his forehead was pressed against yours. You literally gasped as you felt his other hand slide between your thighs and touch your pussy. It was over as quickly as it had begun, and the last thing you saw was San's smug grin as the door to his bedroom closed.
His games with you continued for weeks, literally driving you mad and depriving you of sleep. Hot images of him fucking you into the mattress or bending you over and fucking you so hard you couldn't walk for days filled your mind. And San stimulated it even more, as he seemed to have decided to give up t-shirts and vests altogether, walking around the house half naked all the time, and it seemed that his underwear had also been thrown out, as you could always see the outline of his semi-hard cock under the soft fabric of his jogging bottoms.
And maybe it would have stayed that way for a while if you hadn't left the bathroom door unlocked while you were taking a shower. You didn't think you'd see San until tomorrow morning; he's had another fight tonight, and as you knew, that usually lasted until dawn, so you didn't even think about locking the door.
The hot water scalded your body, thick steam filled the cramped shower cubicle, fogging the glass, and you were so lost in it all that you didn't even hear the front door close. Your hands slid over your body, smearing the fluffy, fragrant foam of your shower gel until your fingers were on your clit, slowly rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
You were so sexually frustrated by all of San's actions, and you really hadn't had sex for a while, so you just couldn't resist playing with yourself a little. If only you had noticed the dark figure behind the misty shower wall.
Just as you had inserted a finger into yourself, throwing your head back against the tiled wall and rolling your eyes in pleasure, the shower door swung open with a vengeance, revealing none other than Choi San. You didn't even have time to react because he was instantly beside you in the cramped, wet space of the shower with you. He hadn't even taken his clothes off, his crisp white t-shirt immediately clinging to his body, showing off every muscle of his perfect frame.
You gasped as his palm slapped the tile next to your head, his other hand tugging roughly at your arm, pulling your fingers out of your wet hole with a loud squelching sound. He slowly brought your slimy fingers to his mouth, staring into your eyes before he stuck out his tongue and licked up all your slime.
He moaned softly, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you, his tongue swirling around your fingers, carefully lapping up every drop of your juices.
"Mmm, you're sweet, just the way I like it." San whispered to you, letting go of your hand and grabbing your throat instead, pulling you into a hot, hungry kiss. He fucked your mouth with his tongue instead of kissing you and continued choking you. Your hands gripped his back, feeling all the tense muscles under his thin, wet t-shirt. You moaned into his lips as San emptied your mouth.
When he let you go, your knees buckled, but his arm around your waist held you in place.
"That's it, angel, I've got you, and I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never want to get off my cock again."
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â°â†18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics iâve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
â°â†a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson
ᥣđ© how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list
@lokis-army-77
â Cozy
Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.
â Private Viewing
What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?
@eddiemunsons-missingnipple
â Next Caller
Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.
â You Look Lonely
Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.
@ceriseheaven
â Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)
@natti-ice
â âLet me taste youâ (blurb)
â "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)
@msgexymunson
â Shotgun
You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek?Â
â Benefits
Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?
â Soft Touches
you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.
â The Ink Shop
Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson. Â
@eddiethefreakkmunson
â Not So Accidental Invitations
Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...
@bimbobaggins69
â Love in the Locker Room
you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie âthe freakâ Munson and his very big friend.
@luveline
â Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red
Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and itâs not who youâd expect.
â Is It Getting Too Much?
you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he canât cope (even if he claims he can).
â If It Barks
You donât mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson â heâs handsome and talented, but heâs the biggest jerk youâve ever met. Eddie thinks youâre infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.
part one | part two | part three | part four |
â Was That So Hard?
Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?
â Dark Matter
You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.
â Something Extra
You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.
@usedtobecooler
â Desperate!Eddie (blurb)
â eddie "monstercock" munson
eddie âmonstercockâ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.
@munson-blurbs
â Dark and Stormy
A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?
@eiightysixbaby
â Take A Dip?
eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.
@galaxy-siren
â Biggest Fan
@lonelysatellites
â Safe Hands
Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. Youâre convinced thereâs something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.
@eddiernunson
â I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.
â The Splash of Rain on the Roof
you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.
@bbyhellfire
â missionary with eddie (drabble)
eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you
@oneforthemunny
â Soft!Eddie (blurb)
@kiwi-bitchez
â The Girlfriend Experience
Eddie doesnât think heâs cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, youâre determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion⊠for when the right girl comes around.
@/gaybybirth on ao3
â Double Feature
When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.
â Show Me
You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.
@eds6ngel
â Romantic!Eddie blurb
@gxtitobxby
â The Princess and the Freak | Part 2
âI canât help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against myââ
@/mediocredreams on ao3
â Extra Credit
Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.
@/ghostproofbaby on ao3
â Twenty Four Hours
in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?
(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)
@/decembersfinest on ao3
â Living After Midnight
Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.
@littlexdeaths
â Band Practice
when band practice doesnât go as plannedâŠ
@eddiexmunsonlover
â One Step Away From You
You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?
@/nerdsarehot on ao3
â A Kiss to Remember
â Flustered
@/GreyPetticoats on ao3
â Wing Man
Steve âthe Hairâ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; youâll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.
@eddiesghxst
â Riding Eddie drabble
@eddiemunchem
â that puppy dog typa love
eddie is fiercely loyal, doting, and affectionate â when heâs enamored, youâre everything; his whole world. so just donât mind the fact that he clings to you like a sloth to a tree, yeah?
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