Truly Nothing More Eddie Munson Loves Than Just Feeling The Weight Of You On Him.

truly nothing more eddie munson loves than just feeling the weight of you on him.

loves it at night, especially, before bed when you’ll hike your leg up, sling it over his waist. lying on your stomach, one leg kicked out in front of you, the other across him so he can rub your hip.

“helps me fall asleep.” you told him once, lashes fluttering closed.

his hand would rub up and down, over the swell of your hip, down your lower back and over your thigh. sometimes he’d get lazy- caught up in his tv show or starting to nod off himself. you’d wiggle, a sharp pop of your hip up, always followed by a whiny huff that had him grinning lazily.

“sorry, baby.” eddie muttered, pulling your leg closer over his torso, rubbing your hip again.

when you’d finally go to sleep, body slack and heavy over his, he’d feel you settle, start to pull away only for him to pull you closer. arm over his chest, snoring lightly in his ear. sometimes you’d roll, half your body slotted over his, and he’d have to fight the urge not to wrap his arms around you and pull you more into him. he knew you’d wake up, whine and wiggle away, batting his hands away sleepily and muttering you were “too hot” to cuddle. so he’d let his hand rest on you instead, feeling safe and content with the weight of you over him.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 +𝟏𝟖

you're pleasure is so important to eddie. his one goal every time you fuck is to give you the most blinding, intense orgasm possible, but once he makes you cum all bets are off. that's when he really lets loose because then he's just chasing his own end. his whole weight comes down against you. crushes you beneath him and it's slick and warm with your combined sweat and his thrusts get wild, earth shatteringly hard. just plowing home in desperate search of release and it's so goddamn overstimulating, his hips slamming little ah ah ah's out of you with every frantic hump

you can practically feel his moans echoing in your skull, hardly dulled by his face buried in the pillows beneath you, his sweat-damp curls tickling at your face

and oh man.. thinking about him just pressing you so deep into the mattress. he's so sweaty. it's hard to keep ahold of him, your fingers scramble, nails biting into his slippery skin in an effort to keep him in your grasp. you can barely breathe, you're still winded from your orgasm and he's laying on top of you, he's panting and whining into your neck, POUNDING into you so so desperately because shit he's close

his thrusts get erratic but simultaneously harder and so much more powerful. his balls are slapping your ass and it's sloppy. it's loud. he's making noises into your ear that have you losing your goddamned Mind

and when he finally cums? it's borderline fucking violent

his moan is practically a shout against the curve of your throat. he slams into you so hard that it pushes you up the mattress a little. it has him gripping your shoulder and hip to keep you in place m, to force your further onto his cock until you're nearly crying at how deep he is and, god, he just KEEPS CUMMING. tightening his arms and rutting into you with these little groans that practically vibrate your skull and-

hi! Can i request jace cute bf headcannons or like a cute fluff blurb 🤍 tyy

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

★ amira speaks : okay so i wrote this assuming bf meant (not modern!au) boyfriend, not best friend, right? anyways! hope you enjoy this lovelyy 💜💙

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys is the ultimate gentleman with you. From the second he begins to court you, you’re immediatly entitled to the entirety of his love, and attention.

: ̗̀➛ Expect him to be extremely protective of you. Remember when he got angry at court because his mother got called a whore, and Aegon was disrespecting both him and Baela? Well, if you get disrespected in anyway possible, he won’t hesitate in defending you right away either by verbally confronting that person, or going as far as getting physical to protect you.

: ̗̀➛ Sweet boy will always like spoiling you with love, or gifts. Jace will be very attentive to anything you say, so if you say you like X thing, he will get it for you the next day and have it placed on top of your bed as a surprise. No matter what it is, it’s all to see you content... And maybe get rewarded by you with tons of smooches, and a tight embrace. He just likes seeing his girl happy.

: ̗̀➛ Unlike Lucerys, he wouldn’t be shyly reluctant in showing his love for you the moment he starts courting you. He will always take your hand and raise it to his lips to kiss it, kiss your cheeks/forehead, play with your hair, give you endearing nicknames in High Valyrian, etc.

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys will always try to find a way to impress you. For example, if you always go and watch him swordtrain with Lucerys on the Dragonstone beach. Knowing you will be there observing his every move, he will use the best of his abilities with the sword and beat Lucerys just to proudly have you cheering and congratulating him. Also, tries to impress you with his High Valyrian.

: ̗̀➛ I can definitely see him getting a bit jealous when he sees Lucerys spending too much time with/near you, or laughing with him. But oh, you see right through him, and comfort him with tons of smooches telling him he’s the only one you could possibly have eyes for.

: ̗̀➛ Dragonrides on Vermax? Of course! As reluctant as you might initially be on approaching Vermax, Jace will reassure you that he will like you just as much as he adores you. And obviously, with baby steps, he gets to convince you to get a tight grip on him while being on top of Vermax’s saddle together, and dragonriding together.

: ̗̀➛ ^ Jacaerys lives for the content expression on your delightful face before, during, and after the dragonride. Will take you everyday if you wish to, and sometimes, Jace can’t help but stare at you with heart eyes when he sees you playing and petting Vermax.

: ̗̀➛ Have I said extremely protective of you? Oh yeah, and adores to show you off. If he has to go to King’s Landing (or anywhere, really) with his family, he will take you with him. All the time, you will be by his side, and he will allow you to take a grip of his arm just to show you off around everyone about how beautiful and precious you are.

: ̗̀➛ Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles! Sweetiepie Jace will love to be the big spoon. He usually sneaks into your chambers, and will protecticely cover your entire body judt so you aren’t cold. Also, loves to tightly hold you against his chest as he presses delicate pecks and kisses on your forehead + cheeks, and whisper sweet nothings to you about how much he treasures you.

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Falling asleep in bestfriend!Eddie’s bed

You’d spent another Friday night with Eddie, munching on snacks, yapping for hours while he tidied up his room and fiddled with his guitar, before reaching for a movie and setting it up in his bedroom to watch. You’d planned on having your best friend drive you back home shortly after it was over, but when the ending credits started rolling and your eyelids got heavier, you’d barely heard him mumble something until you’d completely succumbed to sleep.

He walks back in with a glass of water, asking you another question and getting no response, when he sees your hands clutched onto one of his pillows, a leg propped up, and breaths so soft- he immediately goes quiet at the sight.

~

You lay against a soft mattress, lingering spice on sheets you’d been snugly tucked into, and an arm draped around your back, when you wake up and realize you’re not in your own room.

A light snore beside you shakes you out of your confusion, as you become aware that you’d fallen asleep at Eddie’s. In his bed.

You turn your head to see the man himself with his mouth parted slightly and a cheek pressed to a pillow.

You can’t help yourself, and it seems like a safe bet, so you reach out a gentle hand to push a curl from his eyes, when he stirs at your touch.

Oops.

“Mmnh?” He groans, letting out a yawn as you fight off a smile, when he remembers who’s next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. What’re you doin’?” He grumbles.

“I fell asleep here.”

“Mhm.”

“And you tucked me in.”

“I did.”

A moment passes before you decide to ignore his initial question, when the arm that was resting along your sleeping form moves to pull you in closer, “c’mere.”

You gladly oblige, but can’t hide the nerves that heat your cheeks.

“What’s- what are we doing, Eds?”

“It’s Saturday. We’re sleeping in a little longer.”

“Okay..” you rest your head against his chest, wondering why he’s acting like this is something you do all the time.

“Later on we can go down to the lake or somethin’. Grab a bite? If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” you trail off, honing in on his heartbeat that’s racing underneath his cool demeanor.

“Kay. Get some more sleep, sweetheart.”

And with a sly kiss to your forehead, his breaths slow back down, when you decide to return the favor and peck him underneath his chin, and his heart’s hammering all over again.

“Night, Eds.”

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Moonlit Redemption - Sirius Black

You and Sirius are not supposed to like each other, it's against your instincts, so why does your heart flutter whenever he's around?

A/N My longest fic yet! It was supposed to be James X Reader, but it made more sense with Sirius.

Warnings: Kissing

Masterlist

The Forbidden Forest was alive in the dark hours of the night. The moonlight reflected off the branches, shrouding you in tapestries of shadow and light. The forest was silent, a light breeze cooling you down as you climbed trees and chased bugs. 

Nights like these were your favourite, where you had no worries, no pestering school boys to bother you. It was just you and nature. 

Being an Animagus was thrilling. Sure, the process of getting registered was long, and you’d rather be something other than a white ragdoll cat, but roaming around Hogwarts grounds with no one to question you is a blessing in itself. 

You were out for your nightly walk, choosing to adventure into the Forbidden Forest instead of the usual walk you take around Hogwarts School. 

Other cats roamed the school and, as if sensing you weren't a full cat, they’d attempt to fight you. So after a particularly horrid day, you decided to adventure somewhere else so you don't have to deal with the attempted catfights. 

You’ve only spent half an hour here, but you know you’ll be coming back. The cool wind surrounded you as you lay down, back against a tree, rough tree bark grounding you. You stretch your legs out, a quiet meow leaving your mouth. 

It was so lonely and comforting you could feel yourself falling asleep, eyes fluttering shut- “Prongs!”

Your head snaps up, a hiss leaving your mouth at the interruption. Thankful for the ability to see in the dark, you turn your head to look for the intruder. But no one was there, if it wasn't for the sound of tree branches snapping in the distance, you would have thought you imagined it. 

“Padfoot?” Another voice shouts out, much closer than you liked. “You lost? C’mon, lose your dog senses to find me.” The stranger laughs. 

Slowly, you round the tree, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. 

James Potter stands a few feet away, leaning against a tree lazily like he’s bored. He’s kicking the leaves around him, humming a random song as if he’s waiting for something. 

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Sirius Black comes into view, clothes ripped and a bright smile on his face.

“Found you-” He cuts himself off with a growl, head whipping around to stare at you. You hide behind the tree with a powerful hiss causing Sirius to growl louder. 

It was dog instinct to growl at a cat but you still got offended. How dare he growl at me. 

You know who he is, after seeing him transform once near the Whomping Willow. You’re just not sure if he knows who you are. 

James laughs, strutting towards you as you try to hide further behind the tree. His hands reach out to grab you and you attempt to run away but he’s faster, holding you against his chest as he walks towards Sirius. 

He lifts you so you’re face to face with Sirius and you hiss, claws out as you try to scratch at anything you can get your hands on.

“Can’t handle a cat? Look how cute she is.” James pouts. You growl, turning around to scratch at his face, meowing in triumph as he lets you go with a curse. 

You don’t waste a second in running off, ready to fall asleep in your comforting bed. 

“That one’s different. I just don't know how.” You hear Sirius mutter as you leave. 

—

You wake up with a start, hair in a tangled mess above your head. Rubbing your sleep-infused eyes, you start to get ready for school. Making quick work so you don’t miss breakfast. You join your friends at the Gryffindor table, sitting just a few people away from the people you’ve been trying to avoid. 

James is laughing loudly at something Sirius said while Remus reads, lips pursed as if trying not to laugh. You smile lightly in amusement before turning back to your food. 

Too enraptured in the story Lily is retelling, you don’t notice the curious look Sirius sends you. You’ve never talked before, he knows that, but then why does he get the sense that he knows you?

—

You’ve stuck to roaming around Hogwarts Castle instead of the Forbidden Forest in hopes of avoiding another run-in with James and Sirius. 

But now your run-ins have been with cats. Mean ones. No matter how hard you try to get them to like you, they still hiss whenever you’re around. 

This is what brings you to the library on a Saturday morning, roaming the shelves in hopes of finding a book about how to get cats to like you.

It's stupid I mean you’re Animagus form is a cat, you should know how to get cats to like you already. But the books have some tips you could use. Maybe you could catch a random rat and gift it as a peace offering. 

Determined, you slam the book shut, planning to take it back to your room for more tips. Too busy in your planning to notice the people standing a few feet away, you abruptly halt right in front of Sirius Black, James behind him with Remus.

Sirius growls and you scowl back, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach. 

James cuts in with an awkward laugh. “Sorry about him. He usually doesn't go around… growling at people.”

“You,” Sirius scowls causing Remus to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“Me?” You play dumb, shifting on your feet nervously. Only a few people know about your other form, including Ms McGonagall and Lily and you’d prefer to keep it that way.

“You were in the forest, except you were smaller and had more hair,” Sirius states, over his shoulder you can see James’ eyes widen in realisation and silently curse. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” “Having trouble making friends?” It’s James who speaks now, gesturing to the book in your hand. You move How to Get Cats to Like You behind your back.

“I have to go. Have a nice day.” You smile awkwardly, pushing past James in hopes of getting away as fast as possible. 

But Sirius has other plans, gripping your wrist tightly but not enough to hurt you. 

“Sirius,” Remus warns. 

“You alright, Padfoot?” You smile mockingly.

He ignores you, “You’re in my potions class.” Your shields lower slightly at his civil tone, shoulders relaxing. 

“Yeah, why?” He ignores you again causing you to roll your eyes. “I didn’t know there were Animagus at this school.”

“You mean besides you two?” At his shocked look, you continue, “You might want to check your surroundings before you transform.”

James buts in, pushing Sirius behind him, “You should hang out with us sometime. You’re friends with Lily, right?”

You laugh slightly, “I am. I would hang out with you but I don't think your friend would like that.” James goes to open his mouth but Sirius cuts him off, “I wouldn't mind. As long as you leave me alone.” You scoff. 

“If I ever see you again, I might say hi, but I’m not putting in a good word to Lily for you James. I have to go, see you later Remus.” “Bye, Raggy.” You playfully scoff at the nickname, walking away hurriedly.

“You know her?” Sirius asks Remus questionably. 

He nods. “Yeah. She saw me transform back like months ago. We’re good friends, actually.”

James and Sirius stare at him in shock, “And you never told us?”

He shrugs, searching the bookshelves. “You never asked.”

—

You let out a startled laugh at the sight in front of you. You decided to adventure to the Whomping Willow tonight, befriending the Castles cats still not successful. You’ve seemed to arrive right on time.

Sirius and James, both in their Animagus forms, seem to be playfighting. The black dog a whirl of darkness as he rounds the Stag, tongue out, tailing wagging. The stag seems to be getting dizzy, turning on wobbly feet as he tries to track the dogs' movements. 

On impulse, you creep closer, crouching so they can't see you. You track the dogs' movements, trying to get the timing right. 

With no hesitation, you jump, meowing in delight when you land at the right time, small arms wrapped securely around Sirius’ fluffy neck. 

He stops abruptly, causing you to go flying forward. You hit the ground with a screech, turning back into your human form as you attempt to control your laughs. 

From the corner of your eye you can see Sirius and James transform back too, the latter doubled over with laughter. 

“That wasn’t funny.” He scowls, lips pursed to try to hide his laughter.

“You’re face and the way she screeched,” James wheezes from behind you, still dying of laughter. 

A laugh finally breaks out of Sirius and you grin in triumph. Noting you’re still on the floor, Sirius offers you his hand and you take it gratefully. 

You keep holding his hand for a second longer than necessary. 

“Where’s Remus?” You question, looking around for a glimpse of him.

“Prefect duties,” Sirius mutters eyebrows furrowed as he watches you look for Remus. Your shoulders slump in disappointment at the thought of not seeing your friend. You wanted to talk about the latest book you read. 

“You don't like him, do you?” Sirius asks you, eyes still on your face.

“In a friendly way, yes. Why? You jealous?” You tease, eyes widening when he hesitates. Your heart thumps at the thought of him being jealous.

“Ew, no. I don’t like cats.” The words are venom on his tongue, your heart squeezes harshly in your chest. 

“Well, I don't like smelly dogs.” You snark, crossing your arms as you face him properly. He copies you, scowl on his face. 

He opens his mouth to retaliate- “Can you guys fuck already.”

Cheeks red, you whip around to face James who’s recovered from his laugh attack. Ignoring the glare on Sirius and your faces, he continues, “Look, I love the enemies-to-lovers trope but come on. You guys are both free on Saturday, how about you go to Hogsmeade together?”

“Why would I willingly do that?” You ask. 

“Because I’ll give you money.”

You shrug, “Okay.” Looking at Sirius, you send him a pointed look. 

He stares at you intensely, eyes roaming over your face. “...Fine.” 

James grins in triumph, “Yay!”

—

“Do you want butterbeer?” Sirius asks, tone dry as he stands a few feet away like if he gets too close, he’d die.

You shuffle closer just to annoy him. “Yes, please.”

Surprisingly, you’ve been having fun. Or you have, at least. You’ve been to a few stores already, and you’ve bought something from every one. Your bag on your shoulder is stuffed with various candies and a new blanket for when it gets cold in your dorm. Sirius hasn't got anything, choosing to blankly stare at the items instead. 

“Tell me a secret,” You grin as you slide into a booth at the Three Broomsticks.

“Why would I do that?” Sirius asks from the other side of the table.

You ignore him. “You know I’ve noticed you’re only grumpy with me. No one else.”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, “You’re a cat.”

“You pet the cats around Hogwarts all the time,” You state, taking a sip of your butterbeer.

He looks offended at your accusation, “I have not.”

You nod your head confidently, “Yes you have. My new cat friends told me.”

That's right, your new cat friends. Turns out all you needed was a rat to be included in the clique.

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh, “Glad to see that book worked.”

You grin, smile fading as you think. “No, seriously, why do you hate me?”

As much as you try to deny it, you like him, and it hurts that he despises you so much.

He sighs, “I don't hate you.”

“Yes, you do-” “I can’t get you out of my head, I’m always thinking about you. I’m hoping that once I push you away, you’ll stay out of my head.”

You smile sadly, “Is it that bad?”

“Yes.”

You attempt to laugh it off, “I can’t be that bad.”

“You are.”

Oh. “I just realized the time, I should go. I’ve got potions homework I need to do.” You stand up abruptly, rushing out of the building like it was on fire. If you stayed a second later, you would have heard Sirius pleading for you to wait. 

—

“You should talk to him,” Remus states. You’re sitting in the library together, doing homework for various classes.

“What?” You feign confusion even though you know what he’s talking about.

He sends you a knowing look, “He didn't mean it. He feels horrible.”

You groan, “He insulted me while also confessing he liked me. How do I respond to that?”

“You’re the one who’s read all those muggle books. What was it? Pride and Prejudice. Just do what Elizabeth did.”

“Brutally turn him down?”

He cringes, “Maybe not. Sirius has always had a hard time talking about his feelings. You just need to hear him out.”

“He hasn't even apologised!” 

“Because you’re avoiding him!”

You sigh stubbornly. “Fine. I’ll find him later.”

It was now later, and you regret your promise that you’d find Sirius. You know where he is, you can hear him where you sit a few feet away. He’s sitting near the Whomping Willow, bored eyes watching the birds fly by.

“Hi.” You mutter, sitting next to him. His eyes snap up to meet yours, sad eyes meeting your bright ones. 

“I am so sorry. What I said that day was stupid. I only want you out of my head because it hurts whenever I remember that you’re not mine. I’m not used to having friends or being in a relationship, but I want to be in a relationship with you. Please. I promise to work through my problems and treat you right, treat you how you deserve.”

“You hurt me.” You mutter, staring into the distance to avoid the pain in his eyes. He sits up straighter, “I know, and I’m so sorry.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, you turn to face him. “You get one chance, Sirius.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank you, you won't regret it, I promise-” Cutting him off, you place a quick kiss on his lips, relishing in the warmth. “You play your cards right and you’ll get more of those.” He laughs, rubbing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

You smile, kissing his head lightly. 

You watch the sunset together before heading back to his room so he can show you how much of a good boy he can be. 

i loved the hickey fic🥵

can i request a role reversal fic?

reader marks up joel and is unashamed about it

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

a/n: thank you love, hope you'll like this although its been so long you probably forgot about this. and if you're interested, this is the fic they were referring to

It was just you and Ellie in the kitchen this morning. You were laughing about another funny dream she had last night, this one involving Joel trying to tame a gigantic sheep so he could ride it or something, she didn't quite remember the purpose, not that it mattered.

But as you both quite literally felt on the verge of tears from the image the dream was painting in your minds, the main character of said dream, appeared in the doorway, throwing you both a dirty look as if watching two of the three people he loved the most in this entire world didn't fill his old heart with pure joy.

"It's too early to be this chipper" he grumbled, walking to you to leave a quick kiss on your cheek as he reached for the coffee pot behind you.

A gasp sounded from the other sound of the counter

"oh my god what happened to your neck?!" 

And it was then, that Joel Miller, the unafraid, stone-cold killer of a man that he was, turned red from hairline to neck.

"O-Oh fuck I-" His eyes widened, his hand going to cover your work on his neck, but it was all useless, because the second Ellie's eyes landed on the smirk plastered on your face, she knew.

"oh my god ew" she groaned, rolling her eyes, her focus going back to the eggs on her plate.

"You remember Janine, that woman I told you about?" you explained, talking to her

She laughed at that, remembering your conversation about that woman who's always flirting with Joel.

"you filled Joel's neck with hickeys because of her?"

Joel wasn't even red anymore, he was turning purple, his eyes were wider than a deer's caught in the headlights, and you suspected he hadn't taken a breath since he first entered the kitchen.

"this..." you smiled, trailing your fingers on Joel's neck "is my own little way of telling her to keep her hands off my man"

Joel choked, he literally choked on his own saliva and just then, just when he was about to have a heart attack, Tommy entered the house, his eyes immediately going to the image before him with more than a little amusement.

"What have I walked into?" he grinned, walking over to the kitchen "And why does my brother look a breath away from exploding?" he laughed, his hands gesturing to Joel.

"y/n here was giving me way too much information that I certainly didn't want to know" Ellie explained, looking at you pointedly for the last part of her sentence, making you chuckle.

"About what?" Tommy asked

"About the work of art I left on your brother's neck"

"wha-Ohhh" he breathed, smiling like a smug bastard as he understood what you were talking about "Janine tried something again I presume?" 

"You presume right" you smiled, giving Joel a little kiss on the cheek and stifling a smile at how terrified he seemed "for the last time"

"You ok baby?" you asked, stroking his cheek

His gaze was on Ellie, his mouth parted in shock.

"You still with us man?" she asked, giggling softly, making him shake his head to try and get his mind to start working again.

And then, then the words came tumbling off his tongue, filled with what sounded like pure panic

"S-since when do you know what a hickey is!?"

Everyone in the room except him laughed, but when the shock on his features persisted, and Ellie regained her composure, she answered.

"I'm not a kid Joel, I know what sex is"

Another pang to his poor heart, 

he felt all the organs inside him twist into a knot

what the fuck was happening?

Did she just say-

"sex!?" he cried, looking a second away from having a mental breakdown "I-I never said sex- H-how do you even know- I- You- You're too young- I-I"

"ok ok ok" you tried your best not to chuckle, intervening before his heart really decided to stop "How 'bout we go outside for a moment huh? Take a few deep breaths? How about that?" you murmured, soothingly drawing circles on his back 

He looked at you then, looking every bit as disheveled as he sounded 

"y-yeah" he swallowed thickly, "I-I think that's a good idea"

He looked back at Ellie for a moment to make sure this wasn't a nightmare and he didn't just make that up, before you both left the room.

And as if on cue, the second you did, Tommy and Ellie started laughing like maniacs.

"I don't think I've ever seen him so scared" Ellie laughed, as Tommy sat next to her, patting her back

"Neither have I" he chuckled, none of them saying anything before an idea came to his mind.

a hell of a funny one

"ten bucks if you tell him you know what porn is"