HI LAURY () I CAN FINALLY SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN!!

HI LAURY (≧ω≦。) I CAN FINALLY SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN!!

okay ahem i was thinking about roomates!soap and gaz !! they are like very overly touchy and obsessed with you, literally can't keep their hands off you while you three are on the couch watching a movie. a bit insane and gross sometimes too BUT i love them very much. DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE!! i don't think i am explaining it well BUT YEAH >:3

ruru!! i'm so happy yer free from jail, vry hapy to have you back<3

and omg i'm actually frothing at the MOUTH i see your vision so clearly. why is this so hot?? i actually need them so badly. hope i do the idea justice !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

warnings/tags: roommate! soap x roommate! gaz x reader, non con/dub con, groping, pervy/creepy behaviour, slight manipulation/guilt tripping, mentions of panty sniffing

you had moved into a new flat a few weeks ago, managing to snag a pretty big place for a cheap price. when you saw the amount on the post advertising it online, your eyes almost bulged out of your head and you rushed to contact the owners, which turned out to be two handsome men a few years older than you.

what was not to love of the place? close commute to your work, cheap, spacious and two very good looking men living there too. honestly it felt like a setup but you didn't question it, and your application was immediately accepted.

so in no time flat you were moving in, setting up all your own furniture with the help of both your roommates. and after a week of getting comfortable and your roommates keeping a good distance from you while you settled in, they finally asked you to join in with them on their activities that have always been just for the two of them. the first, was film night.

"every friday night, we have film night. snacks, drinks, shitty films. it's our routine, and now you're here, we thought you should be included." gaz had told you on thursday morning, an easy smile on his face as he stood leaning on the kitchen counter, eating toast in just his plaid pyjama trousers hanging low on his waist with everything else on show. it was very difficult to avoid oogling at his chest as you responded. "so-sounds great, i'll uhm pick up some snacks after work tomorrow." you ushered out.

it's now friday night at half nine and the three of you are huddled up under soft blankets on the pretty spacious couch with you squished in the middle of them. there wasn't any need for them to have their bodies so close to you, but you didn't say anything. gaz had his arm resting on the back of the couch, around your head which made you blush slightly, even though it was just for his own comfort.

you're only fifteen minutes into the film, some popcorn in your hand with eyes glued to the tv when you feel the first touch. it's a big, warm hand pressing at your thigh. you jump, head whipping round to soap who smiles innocently at you. his hand grips your thigh and you whine, stumbling out a response.

"soap, wh-what-?" you try to ask but soap shushes you up quickly, "shh hen, tryna watch the film." he points to the tv with his free hand, no longer looking at you. not even a minute later, another hand coming from the other side of you is now squeezing at the inside of your thigh.

your head whips round to face gaz instead, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. "why are y-" before you can get another word out, gaz is also shushing you and instead facing the tv - just like soap.

you try not to think about it too much, as they both seem to be enamoured with the film playing in front of them and uncaring of the fact both of their hands are gripping at your thighs that borderlines on just a wee bit too tight.

as the film continues, you start to forget about the weight of their hands on your thighs but that doesn't last long until both hands are moving again, one going to your front while the other slides back to rest on your arse.

your cheeks instantly flare pink as you sputter out words, trying to ask what they are doing. "ain't doing anythin', you're jus' too sensitive love. keep watchin' the film alright? me and johnny really want you to take movie night serious, can you do that for us?" gaz asks with a pout, guilt tripping you with his adorable puppy face that will soon become a recurring issue for you.

you find your head nodding slowly, eyes turning back to the tv once again as their hands start to fondle you. soap's hand teases at your cunt through your joggers, cupping it every now while gaz grabs and almost kneads at the soft skin of your arse, fingers slipping the joggers down enough that he can touch warm flesh.

it doesn't take long for you to be a whimpering mess on the couch, trapped between the two burly men who give you no respite, rough overworked hands fondling you so meanly and roughly, without care for your sensitive body.

"gu-guys the film, i thought you wan-hghh wanted to watch it." you splutter, head rolling back onto the shoulder of gaz who's on your left. "aye we do, so quit yer yapping quien." soap grumbles, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on your neck, eyes not even looking at the tv.

it doesn't take long for gaz's fingers to work their way down your joggers and push aside your flimsy underwear, a dry thumb pressing against your asshole that has you squirming, hips bucking to get away. gaz's other hand keeps you pinned down firmly with no issue, watching the way your mouth falls open to let out confused sounds of pleasure and pain.

as gaz does this at the back of your body, soap fondles with the front of you, hand slipping down your underwear to press at your clit which makes you moan out-loud, eyes fluttering shut. "dove, please. we haven't seen this film before, been waiting awhile." gaz complains, nibbling at your ear and you feel as if all your nerves have been set on fire. the guilt and pleasure swirls through your turned on body, mind starting to become foggy as they continue their groping.

you bite down on your bottom lip harshly, teeth digging into the skin and causing little tears. tiny droplets of blood stain your bottom lip as you sit there like a doll for them, your fuzzy brain desperately trying to focus on the film but at this point any ideas you had about the plot or characters has left you and replaced with the way your body is being groped at by your two new roommates.

soon soap's fingers are slipping past your folds and caressing your hole that seems to grow wet from the touch, even though it's a natural human body instinct, soap takes it that you're enjoying his and gaz's caressing which just feeds into his gross mindset.

"fuck gaz, should feel how wet they are. fuckin' turns em on being groped." soap moans deeply, one thick finger slipping into your wet hole that immediately clenches down on the intrusion. "that so? we picked the right one tav." gaz smirks at his friend, pulling his hands out of your joggers to then shove his dry thumb into your mouth roughly.

"suck lovie." he stated, watching the way your teary eyes didn't move away once from the tv while your mouth gently sucked on the digit. soon he slipped his thumb out and pressed it against your hole once again, but this time he gently started to edge his spit soaked finger inside which had your body flinching. you had never experimented back there, so this was a very new sensation.

"never had anyone back here, eh?" gaz jokes with a mean chuckle with soap joins while thrusting one finger meanly into your tight cunt that leaks around his hand. another finger is soon added, thumb pressing against your clit. you feel absolutely ashamed, your body enjoying the touch while your mind is conflicted.

before you can think much more about how wrong this is, how your roommates have ganged up on you to touch you without any consent, your stomach tightens and your cunt clenches down on soap's two fingers. your asshole pulses around gaz's thumb as your orgasm washes through you and your eyesight blurs from the intensity.

as you whimper and gasp on the couch, hips bucking and writhing to try get away, both men watch in awe as you cum. the film is long forgotten now, playing quietly in the background as it illuminates the room. once your orgasm finally comes to an end, your body slumps back into the couch, eyes half lidded and body limp while your roommates remove their hands out of you.

soap is the first to taste your sweet nectar, long tongue wrapping around his middle finger and sucking off your juices. he moans and pants like a dog in heat as he tastes you on his tongue, and it isn't long before gaz is whining for his turn. soap reluctantly pulls off and rests his ring finger on gaz's plump lips, watching the younger man slowly open his mouth and welcome his finger inside. his tongue laps up the wetness, hips bucking up from need as he drinks down everything he can just off soap's finger.

after a minute, soap is pushing gaz off with a chuckle. "alright calm yersel gaz." he chuckles, and gaz rolls his eyes. "you're just the same." he grumbles quietly before turning to you, smiling at how out of it you are, still limp against the couch.

thankfully both men pull your underwear back up and clean you up, but not without leaving messy hickeys all over your neck and shoulders to claim you as theirs.

and no one needs to know, certainly not you, that through this week of you settling in - where they kept their distance so you were comfortable, they weren't actually keeping faithful to that promise. they already managed to slip a few dirty pants out of your bedroom to sniff and huff at while jerking the other off at late hours into the night, as well as spying on you when showering.

but this was just the start of their creeping on their new pretty roommate.

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I'm a fucking idiot and i can't work tumblr so i lost the ask but shoutout to @bookobsessedram for submitting this ask.

TF141 Coffee orders when they're not on missions:

Okay so starting with Gaz, like we talked about, i think he's secretly into super sugary drinks when he's at home. like the ones that are so sweet you can barely even tell they're coffee anymore. i think he'd also be down to try an affogato if given the chance!

Simon is an annoying ass brit and sticks to his tea as you might assume. he appreciates his routine and doesn't like change. if y'all are together tho, he might have a sip of whatever you're having. and if he secretly likes it more than his tea, he'll drink even more of it than you do and will continue insisting that he hates it. you can see right through him, though. and bonus points if it's also a super frilly drink that he insists are inferior to traditional tea.

Price on the other hand, normally goes for a black coffee BUT isn't opposed to a more tame espresso drink of some sort. like a vanilla latte or maybe some hazelnut! He's down to experiment with flavors but he's like my grandma and hates iced coffee. it has to be boiling and he burns himself but he doesn't care cause he's an idiot (i love him)

And Soap, my beloved. he is every barista's nightmare. he has a seemingly normal order but adds like 15 things to it. multiple pumps of 3 different syrups, cold foam, cinnamon on top, etc. he needs it extra cold or extra hot, and he always get the largest size they hvae. he's like the senorita awesome girl who orders the pumpkin spice latte piping hot and then is like oh jk but soap's deadass. and everyone dogs on my boy for not having such a small amount of coffee in his drink but he can't bring himself to care cause he knows they're miserable having bitter tea and coffee.

Got some gn!reader x Soap college AU hcs in the works. Hope y'all will enjoy a little self-indulgent drabble <3

The difference between 👀 and 👁️👁️ to me

tttthinking so hard about soft!simon who’s just absolutely enamoured w his slightly weird super smart so like,, she’s got so much stuff in her little brain about philosophy and human behaviour and animals and plants and the stars and physics and politics and poisons and animals and and and—

sometimes she starts rambling and maybe he doesn’t get it but he’s just listening and if he looks confused she starts explaining even more thus rambling even more and he can’t help but absolutely adore the sparkle in her eyes when she’s talking or the way she gets excited and starts pacing while explaining and answering any questions he might have bc it shows that someone is listening to her for the first time ever and just eeeee

soft!simon who loves his smartypants gf and looooves dumbing her down on his cock even more,, shsshshshshshh she’s barely able to talk and he’s grinning asking her questions about something she was rambling about earlier but she’s too fucked out to answer properly and he’s just teasing her abt how it just takes a little fucking for her to start drooling and barely able to talk i’m gonna die 🥴

anon, you have destroyed my brain with this one. he really is so good with her. the way he'll ask any and every question possible, even though he doesn't understand half the things she is saying in the first place. absolutely amazed by how much information is stored in her brain and is definitely a proud boyfriend when it comes to everything she does.

but there really is no sight like seeing his smartypants girlfriend beneath him, your legs pushed back on either side of you while he thrusts into you. simon's hand cupping one side of your face while his thumb brushes over plumped lips before pushing its way into your mouth.

"mhm," he hums, eyes looking down at you beneath him while soft moans spill from your mouth. lips secure around his thumb as you look back directly at him, brain trying to focus on what he's about to say or ask you. "goin' on so much about human behaviour before," he trails off, thrusts dragged out before hips press forward roughly into you. "wanna explain what makes you so fuckin' dumb the second you clench around my cock?"

and your brain can't compute a sentence, the only reaction is your lips parting from around his thumb to let out a cry as he thrusts into you. "i-i don't–" words cut short as another thrust replaces words with a cry out into the room.

"don't know?" he asks, attempting to finish your response. "thought you knew everything?" the questioning making you shake your head in response, words once again a struggle to get out as your body squirms under his. your hands grabbing for him and hips raising up each time he goes to thrust into you.

A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".

He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.