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employment is not for the week i am genuinely so close to quitting and I just started a month ago

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Spencer reid pining after you ⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧

coworker!spencer who pines after you, his favourite partner to work with, pretty much spending half his attention fixated on the most mundane features of you

obsessing over how you wear your hair, espically when you wear it out just after washing it. Watching the curve of your lips when you suggest your theories to the rest of the team. Tracking every minor movement with his hazel eyes, trying to make sense of why he feels so fucking attractive to the sight of you twirling your pen absentmindedly between your finger.

coworker!spencer who barely gets a word in with you most days, his face heats up when your eyes lock with his because he’s not used to someone paying attention to his rambling, espically a pretty girl.

Instead he fumbles over words and avoids eye contact at all cost knowing he’ll lose sense of what he’s saying if he does. With your desks polar opposite from his, your constantly asking him questions about random topics knowing that he of all people will have just the answer your looking for.

coworker!spencer who doesn’t know you feel just the same as him. watching him drum his fingers against his desk when he’s in deep thought has you locking in on the veins on his hands, thick and pronounced.

conversations with him have you salivating over the movement of his lips as he rambles nonsense that you try to process but can’t quite comprehend especially when his voice starts to get deeper from not taking a breath between words.

Sometimes you ever ask him a dumb question you already know the answer to just to hear him explain it in his words. He never belittles you or try’s to mansplain it. Instead he talks you through the answer and always lets out an awkward smile at the end that has you wanting to just grab his face and push it against your own.

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james potter would be so obsessed with your scent I fear 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

not in a creepy way but more in a way of he seeks comfort from you in the form of your scent. coming up behind you when your doing your makeup and burying his face into your neck to inhale your skin before you’ve had the opportunity to put on any perfume.

sitting cuddled up to him on the couch, your body slouched into his making it so that james can secretly sniff your hair whilst pretending to pay attention to the movie in from of you both.

cold mornings when you have no where to be so you get to bask in the warmth of your lover, who just so happens to be buried right under your head so he can sniff your collarbone first thing upon waking.

and when you get up to bring breakfast for the two of you, best believe james is sniffing your pillow because it smells warm, gentle and like love. like you.

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𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ roomate!jamespotter x reader

wc: 930 warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), no mention/use of protection, creampie.. pt 1

smut below the cut MDNI

pulling at the hem of your sweater, James practically eats your face. Heavy breaths, spit and pure adoration is shared between the two of you between each peck to your lips.

Spreading to your hands across the mass of his chest you pull him closer, twirling the locks of hair from the nape of his neck. James moans into the next kiss as he presses into the dip of your back.

“Fuck, lovie.” The weight of his body against your own sends a wave of pleasure through out your body. The print of his dick against your inner thigh, feels downright orgasmic.

“Need you James.”

“Yeah? my pretty girl needs taking care of?”

God the tone of his voice has your whole body flushing a deep shade of red. Something about the way James loves on you always seems to get you all hot and bothered.

“Wanna feel you around me. Feel you squeezing me all tight when you come for me”

You gasp at his words. He’s a grown man, he’s has sexual thoughts and desires, just like you. But the knowledge that he feels that way about you, that he thinks about you in that way reminds you that this boy is whipped for you.

James kisses you down the hallway, nearly bruising your hips with the pressure of his fingers. You can tell that the rush of jealously still floods his system from the way he feels the need to claim you, to make you mark his own.

James would never want to get in the way of your independence, but after a lifetime of having to provide for yourself, a partner like James who will always put your pleasure and needs above his own brings you the peace of knowing you’ll always have someone to dote on you.

“I’m all yours Jamie.” Words sluring together as he drags his hands down your body, bringing himself to his knees.

He looks up at you with his warm brown eyes, filled with nothing but love. He rubs the side of his face against the side of your thigh.

“Need to eat this pretty pussy, need to taste you.” James all but whines. He pushes you back on your bed before carefully taking your shorts and underwear off in one piece.

“Fucking hell, did me getting all jealous turn you on?” James brings his face close to your pussy, sniffing at your heat like he needs the scent in order to breathe.

Taking one of his thick fingers, James presses into your heat earning a quiet gasp from you dazed from above him.

“Please.” You beg, needing to dispel the ache that has been building up in your stomach since James pulled you by the wrist back to the car.

At that, he presses his face into your pussy, practically making out with your heat in a way that has you throwing your head back and letting out strings of curses. Bringing your hands to fist in his curls, you can feel yourself nearing the edge of glory.

“James, yes there. Fuck me, fuck me Jamie.” The words fall from your swelled lips without thought, lost in the pleasure that James brings you.

the tug of your hands fisted into his hair causes James to moan around your clit. The sensation has the coil in your stomach snapping instantly.

Throwing your head back, you lose all thoughts in your orgasm. Only the feel of James careful movements below you and the sting of overstimulation can be felt.

Letting you come back down, James pull away from your clit to lean his body over yours caging your frame between his own.

“Did so well for me. Think you can take one more?”

At a loss for words you nod your head in agreement, and he flashed you a toothy grin. In a matter of seconds James is naked and lining up his girth to your entrance pushing in carefully.

James manages to moan out strings of filthy sentences that have you so hot, you can feel your body fighting the urge to just succumb to nothing but the pleasure James brings you for the rest of your life.

“Fucking hell, always so tight for me.”

“Can feel her gripping me, is she gonna come for me?”

“Your fucking mine, yeah?”

You can feel James thrust speeding up, his words begin to make less and less sense which you know means he’s close.

Your hips are surely bruised from the grip he has on your sides, but you don’t kind. They left a reminder of James touch, of his care and desire for you, your body, and your mind.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna let me fill you up?”

“Fuck” At those words you come, sending James to fall not far behind you. His Hips still as he pulls yours closer, not wanting to waste a drop of his spend.

After coming down from the height of your pleasure, James takes the time to clean you up before slipping under the cover with you, intertwining your bodies together.

“You were so good for me, took me so well”

James knows your weak for his praise.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me” You offer, attempting to press closer to him as if it’s possible.

the warmth of James presence always manages to put you at ease, he’s what grounds you, what brings you back down from long days to intense sessions like these.

And hey, he’s not half bad in bed either.

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i turn 20 in two weeks and i genuinely cannot fathom the idea that im not 14 anymore wdym i cant stay up until 3am reading fanfiction WDYM I HAVE TO DO UNI INSTEAD????

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can’t stop thinking about jealous!jamespotter roommates!jamespotter x fem!reader. wc:636 pt 2

James would never consider himself a jealous person, especially when you constantly prove to him just how devoted of a partner you can be. In lines at grocery stores you let him hold your hand, caressing your thumb with his own and he presses his whole body against yours completely immune to the idea of other people seeing his near inappropriate display of affection.

But he just can’t help it! Especially when you smell so good and he just has to come up behind you when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you and sniff the space between your neck and collarbone. James would never go to the point of trying to make you feel uncomfortable, he’s understanding that his need for physical touch should never breach your comfort.

But he’s watching you make conversation with the dude behind the counter of the grocery store so effortlessly as you bond over the band on your t-shirt. No words make it through James head, instead it’s a vicious cycle of insecure thoughts that range from the fear that you may just like this asshole to the overwhelming desire to bend you over right there and prove to him who it is you really want.

“I think they’re touring soon, for the new album release. Any interest in going?” The worker asks as if James hasn’t been practically glued to your back mere minutes ago.

“I’m honestly not sure if I can afford it right now especially if they’re going to be playing bigger venues.” You admit, James admires your attempt to shrug off his intentions but if the asshole tries again one more time, he’s not sure if he can hold back.

“I mean, I could totally shout you a ticket.” He pushes, casually placing what’s left of the shopping into the bag. “It’d be like a date.”

James isn’t someone who gets angry. He’s calm and he’s rational. But not when it comes to you. He didn’t spend months pining after you just to deal with grocery store boys like him trying to pick you up.

“I think her boyfriend will be more than willing to pay for a ticket.” James moved his hand over the counter, taking the receipt from machine and makes quick work of collecting the bags into his hand, eager to leave and possibly never return. “I’m also sure she’s not interested in going with you.

The sternness in his voice shocks you, not quite sure whether to be concerned with his tone, or turned on. Before you can ever utter a reply, James has you by the waist guiding you back to the car.

“What was that about?” You question as you click your seatbelt into place. This wasn’t a side of James you usually saw.

“He was flirting with you! As if I wasn’t even there or something.” James tone shows his true emotions. He’s not angry. He’s jealous.

Fighting back a giggle you ask “James, be serious. he was like sixteen!”

“I am seriously lovey, he was looking at you like he wanted to take you right then and there.”

“And you don’t?” You tease back. That shut James up enough to turn on the car and silently pull out of the spot.

Several minutes later, James breaks the silence. “I’m sorry lovey, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I just don’t want to lose what’s mine.”

You feel your face heat at his honesty, he was never shy of talking out his emotions.

“Don’t apologise, it was honestly kind of hot.” Voice timid at the confession.

“Oh yeah?” God if James was one thing it was a total fucking tease. “Want me to show you just how much I wanted to prove to that asshole you’re mine?”

oh yeah, you were in for a real treat

do i make a part 2???🫣

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idk but I really love acts of service james 🤕 either because she's sick, drunk or he's just taking care of her like making sure she has breakfast ready - 🍓

roommate!james x sick!reader headcannons ★ an: doing this as a hc list but honestly might write a drabble soon 🌝

roommate!james who’d give you the world if he could. He won’t hesitate to hold back your hair if you feel like you’re going to be sick and he’s not against helping you blow your nose either

roommate!james who cooks for you when you can’t muster the strength to do it yourself. He teaches himself how to make your favourite and is willing to attempt anything to make his baby feel better

roommate!james takes the day off work so he can sit with you on the couch watching your comfort show. Warm arms wrapped around your body pulling you to sit on his lap to keep you warm no other reason….

roommate!james who moves you into his room so he can monitor you at all times. Even if you protest that he’ll get sick he refuses to let you just rot in your room

“Don’t worry lovey i won’t get sick. just need you close to me so I can take real good care of you :)”

roommate!james who immediately gets sick as you begin to recover because he has an inability to keep his hands off of you

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False God . ݁˖ Roommate!James x Reader.      the alter is my hips, even if it’s a false god wc: 2.1k warnings: smut (18+), fem!reader. smut below the cut MDNI

There was nothing initially explicit about what James was doing. His fingers were simply just tracing around the knob of your knee. Touching you came naturally to James, it was something he did as an instinct. Like he was born to touch you, to feel your smooth skin under his fingertips. 

The tv blared light into the dimly lit room, playing some live tv game show that was on nearly every night. You and James had fallen into this kind of routine. You’d come home from work just as he was getting back from the gym. You’d alternate who cooked while the others showered every other night. It was nice having this routine and having James to rely on. Other partners had never treated you so gently. 

It has been nearly a month since he had kissed you and while you had kissed since, it has not escalated further than that. He wasn’t your boyfriend per se, but if you were to ask James he’d say he wasn’t completely and utterly devoted to you. Touching him felt easier, granted your cheeks would still burn at the contact but you no longer felt guilt for wanting to feel his skin against yours.

Your mind had wandered to other places. You were an adult it was normal to think about things like sex. But when it came to James you know it would be different. He was your roommate, your best friend. What if sex screwed that up? 

That didn’t mean you didn’t think about it. A lot. You couldn’t help it, James lived rent free in your mind. His smile, his muscles, his hips, the imprint that showed when he wore those bastard grey sweatpants. James’s existence was just a wet dream for you and he wasn’t aware of it. 

That was what was part of his charm. He didn’t have to chase after you with his looks to make you develop feelings. No it was his kindness and adoration that had you falling headfirst. 

Sitting on the couch with him now, with his fingers swirling at your knee, you imagined what they might have felt elsewhere. You didn’t know what James was like in bed. Was he gentle like he alway was? Or was he hard and dominant? Or a just right combination of the two? 

His fingers were long and thick, hands so big they could smother your face whole. You weren’t necessarily bothered on size, it truly hadn’t had an effect on you before, it was more about how they use it. But James just looked like it was big, and that he knew how to use it. 

Heat swirled around the bottom of your stomach almost in sync with the movement of James fingers. You had urges around him but it felt so nerve racking to have the courage to announce to James your needs. 

You didn’t even know if he wanted that with you yet, if you were pushing the boundaries by asking such a crude question. Did he think about you like you did him? 

“You alright?” James eyes detached from the screen of the tv to lock with yours. You had been inadvertently holding your breath, like if you breathed he’d hear how perverted your thinking was. 

“Yeah I’m okay, my throat is just a bit sore that’s all.” You lie voice catching in your throat. But James knows better than that, he knows you. Taking his hand off your knee and reaching to switch off the tv, James moves quickly to decode your thoughts. 

“You know you can tell me what’s on your mind anytime, no matter what it is.” James is patient with you, he’d never push you to speak your feelings if you weren’t ready. 

“I just-“ You try to piece the words together. “I think about you alot, and I was thinking about you know.. stuff deeper than kissing.” You hide your face between your hands to cover James' reaction from your view. 

“Like sex?” James was never one to worry about being embarrassed, his voice rings clear with no sign of hesitation. “If that’s something you’re ready for I’m all for it.” He brings your hands off from your face to intertwin with his own.  “But you need to wait before we dive right into to, i’m all for that too” 

God is he lovesick, his eyes resemble that of a fawn as he looks down into your eyes searching for your reaction. You do want to be intimate with James, you just don’t want to be awkward. “We don’t have to do penetration straight away.” His breath became heavy at those words, revealing his intentions. James wanted you just as much as you wanted him. And he would have you anyway you let him. 

Unsure of how to respond you bring your lips up to kiss his own. Moving in sync, James pulls slightly at your cardigan pulling it off your body. “This okay?” James asks sweetly, pulling back to search for any sign of hesitation. 

“Yes” voice breathy as you pull James back to your lips. Your hands clings to the hem of his t-shirt pulling it up over his head, with James help of course. He truly was built like a god. He wasn't shredded, there was still fat on his body. That was what made him so comfortable to lay on, but he was toned in just the right way. The same biceps that would wrap around your stomach to pull your frame against his, now completely bare making your mouth water. 

James reached for your shirt to do the same, pulling off your body in one movement. He pulled back to take you in. He wasn’t the kind to care about wearing a shirt around the house, practically half naked majority of the time. But he’d never gotten the chance to see you this naked. His pupils dilate at the view of your tits and stomach so soft. 

His tongue slightly poked out of his mouth before he realised what he was doing, pulling it back in to remain his composure. Leaning forward he grips either side of your ribcage between his palms. “Is this still okay?” He’s leaning forward to take your nipple in his mouth but hesitates to get your approval. 

You practically whine out a soft yes, James lowers his mouth toward your nipple, sucking gently at the nub while bringing the other hand to softly tug at the other. Now you were really whining, the sensation unlike anything you’d felt before.

You drag your fingers through his curls pushing his head softly into your chest, craving his mouth. James could die there, he switched over to the other repeating the same routine. “So fucking good.” He moans. “Nice and soft, all for me, yeah?” He asks looking up from between your tits. 

“Need to feel you” You confess, you need more you can feel how wet you’ve gotten just from his tongue lapping at your tits. James pulls off standing to pull down his pants, you follow the same actions. 

Looking down, you can see just how hard he’s gotten. Fuck, it strains against his red underwear, dick so fat it pulls the fabric tight over his bulge. Your breath catches in your throat at the view. “We don’t have to do anything too heavy tonight.” His voice is timid. 

Pulling your eyes from his bulge you see his embarrassment, like he’s ashamed of his large size. you push him gently back onto the couch, wanting needing to take control. take what you want from him. “This good?” you ask a red faced James who nods at your words. 

You lower yourself on top of him, cowgirl style with only your underwear separating your wetness from his drooling dick. James smiles at you, like he’s proud of you for building up the courage to ask for this. 

You gently rock against his dick, his head lolls back at the sensation. “Baby.” He moans between your thrusts. The name sounds so good on his tongue, so deep and husky. “Could get off just from this lovey.” 

His words give you an idea. You push yourself off of his body to stand and pull the remainder of your clothes off, leaving you bare in front of James. His breath hitches as he takes in your figure completely nude in front of him. Bush trimmed and hips so perfect, James can already imagine taking you, holding onto them for support.

Lowering yourself back onto James you continue your shameless movements, rocking your bare heat against his covered dick. You can see a damp patch begin to form, a mix of your own arousal and James pre cum leaking through his boxers. The image is straight up pornographic. If you'd have told yourself a few months back how you had him right now, you wouldn’t believe a word of it.

“Fucking hell, baby.” James breathes out between whines “Teasing me so good. Didn’t know you were dirty like this.” His hips thrust up to meet your own movements. His whines overpower you own. James felt like he was in heaven and he hadn’t even been inside you yet. “James.” Whining his name is the only thing on your mind, like if you were to think of anything else it’d be over. 

“Could come from just this. Feeling you make a mess all over me.” His grip on your waist tightens, he’s pulling your hips down to make you grind deeper, the feeling sends a wave of pleasure to your core. “So much better than fucking my fist to the thought of you, yeah?” James' confession pauses your movements for a split second, but his hands keep you going.

“You didn’t know? Surprised you didn’t hear me moaning your name out. Used to fuck my pillows pretending it was your thighs.” James shows no sign of embarrassment, his face wears a slight smirk. “D'you think I’m a pervert yet?”

“N-no.” You stutter out, between his filthy words and his dick throbbing from between your folds it’s hard to focus on words. “I’ve masturbated plenty to you too James.” His smile beams wider. “My horny girl.” He jokes. 

“James, I’m so close.” You speed up your movement desperate for a release, needing to feel more of him. His grip grows tighter signalling that he's close behind you. “Use me then, make yourself feel good. I’m all yours lovey.” At that you spiral over the edge. Completely blissed out you have no idea how loud you are, the only sound you can hear is James praising you. “So good for me, Baby. Always so well behaved, gotta’ have you coming like this for me every night, yeah?” Coming back to life again, James is looking up at you, eyes soft and full with love. He was so kind to you, letting you use his body for your own pleasure. He was the kind to always put you before him, in all contexts. 

He pulls you down with him, your body limp against his chest. Large arms wrap around your torso gripping the fat at your ass. “Did that make you feel good?” He asks as if he didn’t have you quivering and moaning like you’d experienced the peak of all pleasure mere minutes ago. His warm hands move from your ass up to rub at your back, smoothing out the tension created from your former position. 

“So good.” Resting your head against his collarbone you curl into him. His scent and warmth so masculine and inviting, putting you at ease. Between his presence and your orgasm, you feel yourself slipping into sleep. Before you can close your eyes and drift off, a thought invades your mind. Sitting up so quickly you jolt James who seemed to be falling asleep with you. 

“James, I didn’t let you cum.” Guilt crept into your mind. How dare you take from him and not even give him the same satisfaction back. James seems to not mind, his mouth slipping into a shy smile. “Love, I did.” He claims. You give him a confused expression, not remembering him signalling that he had cum at any point. 

James pulls you up to show you his underwear. It’s the most perverted site you’ve ever seen, not even in porn. His underwear is completely damp with your slick, colouring the red a dark maroon. Globs of sticky cum have spilled out, smeared across the fabric from your previous movements. His dick, now soft, still bulges clearly against the fabric.

“Came when you did, love.” He takes you into his arms, launching both of you off the couch. Wrapping your legs around his torso, he leads you to your shared bathroom to clean you off. “Guess we’re just in sync like that. Must mean we’re meant to be.” He mutters in your ear before closing the door and grabbing a washcloth to clean your slick and his cum from your thighs.

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update: i’m 3 pages in… stay tuned for tonight 🤗

edit: she’s here

what if i wrote james potter smut. what then.

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what if i wrote james potter smut. what then.

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𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 ˚ ⋆｡˚ Roommate!James x Reader.        

Synopsis: a part two to slim pickins in which James and Reader finally decide to unpack the tension between them                                      wc: 1.6k warnings: mentions of drinking, slight angst

Friday nights were usually reserved as time for yourself. Whether it be staying in and eating junk while watching your favourite show or spending a night out with your friends, it was the one night a week you were able to be completely in your zone.

James knew this and often spent the night out when you were in, or stayed out late when you needed the house to yourself. You had a mutual deal with each other that as roommate’s you would respect each other's desire for time for yourself. 

This friday evening however, was Remus birthday. You liked James' friends, especially Remus and Sirius. They always brought out the best in each other regardless of how chaotic it could become. You saw them from time to time when they’d come round to your shared apartment to have a few afternoon drinks with James and they never forced you into unpleasant conversations. 

James sat on the edge of your bed practically begging you to come with him. “Please, please, pleaseeee.” He pulled out that last please to emphasise how desperate he really was. “I love them, they're my best friends.” He turned to you, eyes filled with earnestness. “But I can’t deal with the flirting, they look like they want to eat eachother but never do anything about it.”

You almost scoff at his words. James, who had been teasing you relentlessly for months on end, making you blush and sputter simply by just looking at you, was complaining about someone not making a move. Ironic. You felt a little guilty for also not coming forth with your crush. But other than the flirting and occasional possessiveness, you had no proof James really liked you. Much more certain he just likes to see the way you hide your face in your hands when he calls you sweet names.

“James, I’m not ready at all, my hair hasn’t been washed since like Tuesday and half my clothes are in the wash.” You pull at your hair to show James just how bad you think it is. Instead of just observing like a normal person, James leans down and shoves his face in your locs. Inhaling deeply he sniffs at your hair before pulling back with a satisfied expression. “Smells good to me, Lovey”.

He was always sending you mixed signals. One minute he’s comforting you after a bad date and offering to make you breakfast, the next he’s on a date of his own. Maybe that was just his love language? Did he go around sniffing everyone’s hair? Either way the bond you had was not worth the risk of attempting anything, regardless of how badly you wanted to kiss his pretty blushed lips.

“Ok, Ok, if you stop sniffing my hair I’ll go.” You fall for James charm, “Who's going to be there?” His face lights up at your words. “Sirius and a few of Remus’s friends, I’ll stay with you the whole time if you need me too” he smirks before rolling sideways off your bed, leaving to get ready in his room.

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Arriving at the pub you feel totally out of place already, James' arm is wrapped around your waist guiding you to a booth in the corner. He greets the table, introducing you. “This is my roommate, I bought her along if you don’t mind.”

“Always good to see you, works good?” Sirius asks, sitting so close to Remus he’s practically on his lap. Remus, whose face is bright red, politely greets you with a soft smile and small wave of acknowledgement.

Sliding into the empty space in the booth James scoots close to your ear, voice so close as he whispers “See what I mean? They’re basically humping each other.” James' dirty words make you feel flushed all over, heart beating at even the mention of something remotely sexual said by his smooth deep voice so close in your ear.

He pulls back and switches his attention from you to the rest of the group. You lean back against the booth as you try to recover, slipping away from the conversation to stare at James profile. 

His beard has come through ever so slightly, stubble giving him a rugged look. Even like that, he looks as handsome as ever. March still brings in cold nights but James still wears a t-shirt, tight around his muscular biceps. Looking at him you feel warm. 

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Drinks go down as the midnight nears closer and closer. You hold a small bowl of pretzels close to your body alone at the table as the rest of the crew has moved to the bar. James occasionally checks in on you, making sure you're okay and comfortable. You can feel your body growing tired, eyes feeling droopy either from the alcohol you've consumed or weeks worth of exhaustion finally catching up to you. 

Looking towards the bar you spot something that makes your heart drop. James leaned far over the bar counter making firm eye contact with the waitress in front of him. You instantly feel numb. James is a flirt with most people, even Sirius sometimes. But you felt deep down that his ongoing banter with you was real, not to just lead you on. At least you wanted to feel that. 

Tears form in your eyes but you're too embarrassed to let them fall. Especially in public. You consider just leaving on your own and letting James make his own way home when he's ready but it doesn’t feel safe enough, especially this late. Not wanting to make a scene you continue to nurse a glass of water and nibble on the remaining pretzel to distract yourself.

The group begins to make their way back to the table one by one, saying their goodbyes and taking their leave. James comes up beside you, taking your jacket and holding it out in front of your face. “Ready to go, love?”. You know he means it to be enduring, but it sounds like torture coming out from his mouth. 

Frustration fuels your body, grabbing your jacket and pulling it aggressively over your shoulders you politely say goodbye to a very drunk Sirius and Remus before making your way to the door. Not bothering to acknowledge James in the process. 

You can hear him faintly behind you quickly say bye, before jogging behind you calling your name. “Wait up.” You pause, letting James catch up. “Are you okay, did I do something wrong?” His face is full of concern. It makes you feel guilty. You don't own James, he's allowed to flirt with other girls regardless of how sick that thought makes you feel.

“Just really tired James.” You choose not to bring up how you're really feeling, it's too late to properly process your emotions, let alone make James try to understand. The walk home feels a little awkward, walking side by side you choose not to acknowledge each other until you’ve entered the apartment.

Moving to the couch to take your shoes off, James follows you crouching in front of you. Soft hazel eyes meet yours, looking up at you. He looks like a deer, so innocent and docile. “Love, I just want to know why you're upset, did I do something?.” You're beginning to regret even going out tonight, confession heavy on your chest you breath out. 

“I’m just really tired.” you explain, trying your best to excuse your outburst.

“No.” James' warm hands dwarf your own as he grips them tight in his palm, brushing his thumb against the side of your own. “I want you to really tell me what's wrong.” His voice sounds so small, like a child. You can see the guilt eating up at him as you study his face.

“I just got really jealous.” You breathe out. “Of what.” James' expression remains the same, waiting for you to spell out exactly why you feel this way. “I kinda thought you liked me because you flirt with me all the time, and then I saw you tonight with that girl and I just-” Searching James face to gauge his reaction before continuing. “Felt really angry.”

“With me?” He asks not moving from his position crouched on the floor. Your chest feels so tight. “Yeah, and myself.” James pulls his body upwards and sits next to you on the couch. He seems shyer than usual, eyes looking into his lap, hand still fiddling with your own. “I think I was just talking to her to distract myself, from you. You're so insanely beautiful and kind and just everything I could want in a partner I just don’t want to scare you off.” 

Your eyes widen at his confession, heart pounding as he looks up again, gazing into your eyes. “I can come on pretty strong and I honestly didn’t think you would ever like me.” 

“Of course I like you Jam-”. He cuts you off before you can finish talking. “YOU LIKE ME?” He all but shouts. You giggle at his energy, playing with the hem of your dress to calm yourself enough to speak again. 

“You didn't get that from my tantrum earlier?”. James pulls your body closer, face barely an inch from his. “You were just being possessive, nothing wrong with that.” James grins down at you. You can feel the heat from his breath on your face. “Can I kiss you?” He breathes out, voice so soft. Pulling his lips to yours, you submerge yourself in the kiss. His lips move skillfully against your own before pulling back. 

James keeps you close resting his forehead against your own, smiling a smug grin. “Should've done that a lot sooner.” He joked. You drawl back, attempting to stand up from the couch, laughing along with him. “Shut up.” He grabs at your hips pinning you back down, crashing his lips into yours. Yeah, you might be there for a while.

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𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Roommate!James x Reader.

synopsis: you come home late from a bad date, james comes to make your heart melt wc: 400

Heavy eyes melt mascara down your tear stained cheeks as you try to turn your key as quietly as possibly not wanting to wake up James and alert him of your presence.

The days spent mentally preparing yourself for this stupid date gone, along with the rest of your tolerance for the evening. Dating was hard - dating when the only men in your area were all self-centred dicks, proved even more difficult.

Carrying your weary body to the bathroom you began to scrub at your now crusted makeup, wiping off the remains of what was once a fresh face. Now a red teary mess.

Just as you dispose of the last makeup wipe, you hear the shuffle of feet nearby. Turning your body you were met with a sleep ridden James leaning against the doorway with barely open eyes.

“Date go well?” He murmured, voice filled with sleep. His presence makes your skin feel hot. Eyes tracing his figure down revealing that he was wearing nothing but low hanging pyjama bottoms which allowed you to gaze at his soft build, looking like a greek god so casually.

Seeing him so domestic makes your heart pang as he stands slumped against the frame fighting sleep. “It was certainly a date” you sighed as you began your skincare, silently regretting not just slipping under your warm bedsheets as soon as you arrived home.

“Should just stay with me Lovey. I’ve got you right?” Voice low and slightly sarcastic. Slightly. Looking into his eyes you see that he’s not fully awake. Awake James is cocky, but not this much.

Still your breath feels caught in your chest at the idea of just succumbing to James. Becoming his. belonging to him.

“Alright” He breathes out, pulling his body away from the doorway before you can speak your reply. “See you tomorrow, yeah?” He asks all nonchalant as if he didn’t have your heart nearly dropping to your ass mere seconds ago.

“I’ll make you breakfast if you wake up early enough.” You hear his voice ramble from the hallway as he makes his way back to his room.

James Potter may very well be the cause of your impossibly high standards. How could anyone else possibly live up to the absolute babe you have living in your shared space?

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nothing could stop james from putting his full body weight on top of me 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

heeey can ask for a roommate James in which the air conditioning ends up going out and it's unbearable hot and the reader ends up going to sleep in James' room (which in the end doesn't solve her problem because James is a human heater that gets stuck with him) - 🍓

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ☆.｡.:* roommate!jamespotter x reader wc: 1k

The heat is unbearable. The late July warmth is flooding your small apartment, only managing to be endurable with the work of a shitty floor fan, stolen from James room, now placed in front of your couch. Your luck ran out this morning when the air-con decided to terminate itself on the hottest day of the year. Of course.

You nurse a cold bottle of water head laid back against the pile of pillows resting on the couch. You hear the familiar click of a lock but don’t bother to look up, the movement alone could make you sweat in this weather. “Hey” James said, voice cheery as he took in your exhausted figure laid sprawled out on the couch. 

“Air-con’s still broken, won’t be fixed till Monday” You groaned, still not moving. The thought of even just a weekend stuck without it is too much to bare. “Well I brought you dumplings if that makes it any better?” James confesses placing the plastic bag of takeaway containers on the bench before pulling off his gym bag and throwing it towards the door. 

At that you pull your sweaty body off the sticky leather and make your way to the kitchen. You take in James' figure standing tall before you. Beads of sweat fall from his curls, either from the heat or the gym. Both probably. Heat was kind to James, unlike others. Summer made his skin turn tan and glowy adding to his already god-like presence. Sweat never made him smell bad, instead it made his enticing scent even more notable making it hard to be around him. Just like now.

James serves himself a hefty portion from each container, still leaving enough for you. You take your serve and move to sit on the couch next to him. God, just sitting next to him has your skin rising in temperature even more than before. Your cheeks feel flushed as you try to distract yourself with the meal in front of you. 

You can feel his hazel eyes examining you closely. “You okay lovey?”. Ugh, that stupid nickname that always has you melting at the knees. “Yeah, sorry James. It’s just the heat is making my brain all fuzzy” You sputter out. “I guess I’ll just have to go to bed early.” You joke with a nervous laugh. 

“Wanna take the fan tonight?” He offers, spooning the last mouthful from his plate into his mouth. “No no it’s fine” brushing off his words as you take his plate along with yours and flee to the kitchen to busy yourself with washing up.

-

The evening winds bring the heat down from unbearable to unfavourable. Even in your thinnest pyjamas with the sheets brushed off and away from yourself, it still feels like you're sleeping in an oven. You should have just taken that fan. You make a mental note to go out and buy one tomorrow, there's no way you can survive another night like this. 

James walks past your door, a maroon towel wrapped securely around his trained waist. “You going to bed?” he asks, holding another, smaller,  towel in his hand to scrunch at his damp curls. “Trying too, might end up in a puddle by the morning” You croak. Warm eyes take in your frame, tracing your hips before making their way back to your flushed face. “If you get hot you're always welcome to come to my room, there's plenty of space in my bed.” James says almost nervously, like he was anxious for your reaction to such a bold offer.

The thought of James beautifully bronzing skin against your back is enticing. But the thought of not being able to control your thoughts with him asleep beside you is less ideal. “Thank James” You reply, offering him a polite smile. “Goodnight”. 

"Goodnight, love” He speaks with a wink, usual demeanour back, before turning away and leaving you with flushed cheeks and weak knees.

-

Lifting your head you peer at the alarm clock resting on your side table. 3 am. Your brain is bone-tired and exhausted. You’ve been internally battling yourself on forfeiting to James' offer and just slipping under his sheets. Instead, you wander to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water to occupy your thoughts.

Setting your cup down by the dishwasher you decide to just bite the bullet. Feet softly padding on the floor, you are met with the front of James door. Knocking softly on the hardwood, you twist the knob open and peek inside. There lay James fast asleep, hair spread across his pillow and chest very much bare.

He’s clad in nothing but his boxers, arms clinging to the pillow in front of him. You step towards his bed, taking the pillow carefully from between his arms and slip in the space left behind. His sheets are significantly cooler than yours, thanks to the fan facing directly where you now lay. Resting your head on the pillow, your body finally feels as if it can sleep.

Seconds later, muscular arms wrap around your torso pulling you flush to a warm chest. James' warm chest. His hand reaches down to hold onto your lower stomach, digging into the fat, not letting go. His body was like a human furnace, one you can’t pull away from either due to his iron grip on your waist. 

But maybe it’s a sacrifice worth taking. His heat pulls you to sleep as you breathe in his delicious scent, eyes falling shut and breath falling soft as you sink deeper and deeper…

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okay so we’ve talked about reader crushing over roommate!james but what about his feelings 🌝

roommate!james watching you do simple task like unloading the dishwasher. Transfixed on the way you flip your hair away from your face instead of tying it up. Secretly admiring the way you bend down to pick up bowls from the lower shelf.

roommate!james who loves the way you ask him questions during movies. voice whispering softly into his ear, so sweet. his arm is wrapped round the back of the couch purely so he can be closer to you, pushing his legs wide open so he his knee can touch yours.

roommate!james who loves to see how you do your makeup. from simple everyday looks to extravagant going out looks, he just loves seeing the process and asking you questions about the products. “what’s this for lovey” “that shade makes your eyes look incredible bub”

roommate!james that when you come out from your everything shower smelling so sweet and looking like a goddess (in james’ words) can’t help but just stare at you, brown eyes tracing how adorable you look in your pyjamas.

roommate!james just loves to see you be comfy and content and would be willing to do anything to keep you like that <3

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no drabble today but please don’t hesitate to send in any requests/asks!! it’s always good to hear what you guys are thinking 💞

also check my pinned for who i write for if you have any characters other than james in mind 😚

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hey it’s me again, sorry, but I’m completely enchanted by your james! soooo, you had written one where the reader went on a bad date, what do you think about doing the opposite? where james ends up going on a date and the reader starts feeling jealousy super strange emotions - 🍓

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ☾ *･ﾟ roommate!jamespotter x reader wc: 1k a/n: 🍓 anon you are literally my love <3

James left less than a half hour ago. He’d tamed his usually feral hair tidy for his date tonight. You’d spent the afternoon watching him meticulously as he got ready. He looked good. His red button up shirt looked incredible against his tan skin, and paired well with his dark eyes. Nerves seemed to cease when it came to James. He was nothing but confident when it came to dating, despite not even knowing the girl.

“So how’d you’d meet her?” You had asked, sitting perched on the edge of James bed. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to linger in each other's rooms as the other got ready. You can recall many weekend’s where James has sat comfortably in your bed admiring you getting ready for a night out. Now it was your turn to watch James, except it didn't quite feel the same as you sat with a sour feeling in your lower stomach. 

“Sirius introduced me to her. Apparently she works near the same building as me so he thought it might be worth a shot, y’know similar jobs and all” James fiddled with the hem of his shirt, tugging it down. You were happy for James, really, he deserved to get to go out for dinner with a pretty girl. But that didn’t stop your heart from feeling weak. 

Pining after James was exhausting especially when you share the same living space. You get to see him as honest as he can be. The way his nose scrunches up when tries really hard to focus on what's happening on tv. His cute little signs and groans when he’s bored and craves your attention. And now you have to watch him as he pulls at the strands of his hair, smooth tongue slightly stuck out the corner of his mouth, desperate for it to be perfect for this girl.

There’s a strange ache at the bottom of your stomach at the thought of him wanting to please this girl. You're sure she’s nice and as perfect as Sirius claims and really what more could you want for James? But the idea that some other woman could be James' girl and not you. Hurts. 

Moving to the lounge room you decide you need to distract yourself from his date. Searching through the channels you settle on a nostalgic 2000s rom-com. 13 going on 30, a true classic. Bag of Malteasers by your side, your mind floats away from James as you lock in on the movie in front of you. 

James is not slick with his entry home. His heavy body practically crashes into the wall as he attempts to take his shoes off while standing. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, movie long forgotten and eyes still adjusting to the light as you wake at the sound.

You can tell from his body language that James was happy, bringing an ache to your heart. God, was she really that good? James had never looked so happy after being around you before. At least to your knowledge.

“How was your date?” James was clearly not aware of your presence as he jolted back clutching his chest at the sound of your voice. “Didn’t think you’d still be up. Save any chocolate for me?” he grinned at you with a boyish smile, eyes beaming with glee. 

He moved to sit next to you, knee now touching yours. He smelt differently than usually, like perfume. God that hurt to think about. Did he hug her, did he kiss her? Nope, do not think about him kissing her. 

You could see him watching you spiral, warm eyes looking at your profile gently. He moved back on the couch placing an arm around the couch behind you, pulling you to move back so you were resting against his arm. 

His touch was so gentle, as was his presence. He was as equally comforting as he was distracting. “It was good, we work in the same department, just different buildings so that gave us something to talk about.” He explained, laying his head back and resting his eyes. 

“And..” You urged, wanting to hear all the details even if it made your stomach feel sick with jealousy. “And I don’t think we’ll be going on another date.” He confessed. His long fingers moved to play with the ends of your hair, fiddling the length between his fingertips. 

You had to hold back from letting out a sigh of relief. It’s not that you don’t want James to be happy, it’s just that you want it to be you. He took care of you. He flirted and called you sweet names like “pretty girl” and "lovey". Can you really be blamed for thinking there could be more between the two of you? 

Biting the inside of your cheek to hold back from exposing your satisfaction, you instead offer a small “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“She wasn’t really my type anyways” James yawned his once smug expression now lost and replaced with complete contempt as if the couch was the most comfortable place he could be. “Spent the whole night waiting to be back home with you.” At that he stands, stretching his arms up high enough that it reveals his stomachs and the happy trails that lead down to his pelvis.  

“Well, I should be getting to bed, gotta go to the gym in the morning. You alright here?” He breathes out, placing his hands on your knees and leaning down close to your face. Before you can answer he places a soft kiss to your hairline before pulling back. 

There are no words to describe how hard your heart is beating. He leaned down. and kissed you. your hairline albeit, but he still kissed you. You couldn’t even make your voice speak to reply to him, afraid you'll just squeak. Instead you nod your head to assure him he’s ok to go to bed. 

He turned to leave the room, not before noticing what’s playing on the tv. “I used to love this movie when I was little. They remind me of us, don’t you think so lovey?” Voice sleepy as he continued down the hallway not even waiting for a reply. 

If James Potter had a nickel for every time he made your heart flip even just this evening. He’d be rich beyond belief.

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