Drunk!joe Going Feral Over You

Drunk!joe going feral over you

Tonight’s a particular favourite of Joe’s antics pulled when he’s in the horny state of mind. He’s got one hand pinning your own together above your head, your back is slammed against the wall. His mouth sucking sweetly on your neck, tongue tasting the perfume on your skin making him hum.

Meanwhile, his other hand is engaged down your jeans, in your panties and he’s rubbing vigorously against your clit, pleasuring the ache you’ve been sporting since he first told you how much he wanted you when you were out. Your heads slightly tipped back against where you’re placed, your lips parted and little moans are seeping from your vocal chords; only egging Joe on further to keep going.

His mouth trails upward to your ear as he nibbles on your lobe, two fingers are now pressed down hard against your bud, making your thighs squirm, you’re doing your best to keep yourself held in a position that won’t make you fall to your knees from the satisfaction you’re receiving from the fingers that treat you so well.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, a deep exhale followed by a shiver down your spine and straight round into the pit of your core when he does the inevitable.

“Yeah baby, you like that don’t you? You like when I play with you this way, giving you what you want.” Joe panted the words that hit your ear drum like a prayer.

You nodded enthusiastically, and his fingers pressurised your cunt more, messily rubbing the combination of his spit and your own slick to fasten his pace. There wasn’t a great deal of room as your clothes hindered his movements a little, but Joe knew what he was doing and he knew how you liked it and that one thing didn’t stop him from almost making you cum then and there.

“Feels so good Joey.” You bite down on your bottom lip when you feel a growl erupt from him. His hand disappears from inside your jeans, but falls over the button, undoing it and pushing them down side by side with your underwear until they fall far enough.

“Spread for me.”

His grip tightens where he’s still holding your hands up. Good thing he did too because when you felt two fingers thrust up inside of you, your legs almost buckled.

“Oh my- oh my god.” You moaned out.

His fingers fucked into you almost as well as his cock did. He stretched them out a little to feel your walls clench around them.

“This pretty little pussy is soaking for these fingers, holy shit.” He quickened the way he slammed into you, a third finger added briefly after.

“Joe I can’t, p-please, I” you groaned his name out over and over again, but the selective hearing took over him and he chose not to react, instead he began a circular motion, pushing them to a side you particularly enjoyed being stimulated. Folding them slightly, it touched a nerve right against your sweet spot and you arched your back from against the wall, almost hitting a riding motion to his movements.

“Cum, let go for me beautiful. Wanna be able to taste it after and smell you on me for days.”

You did. Your lungs, your body and your cunt shook and squirmed and let go just as he instructed. A rush of the erotic kind coursed through every part of you, making you scream.

“Joe! Fuck!”

“Atta girl, that’s it!”

He let you ride out your orgasm for the next few minutes, you held onto the feeling for as long as you could. Joe’s erection was pressed against you and you knew suddenly he wasn’t done with you yet.

“On your knees. Gonna fuck your face next.”

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-

To be loved by a woman

dbf!Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier Peña has been in your life for as long as you can remember. The perfect friend for your father. A gentleman with a charming smile and good taste. How can he resist you if he knows you feel the same way about him?

Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (not specified), dom!Javier, protected PIV, fingering, hair pulling

Wordcount: 2,9k

An: Javier is a gentleman as always. Hope you like pomegranate xx

Music I worked with: Les filles désir - Vendredi sur Mer

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For Javier Peña, nothing was impossible.

There was no situation he couldn't control. There was nothing he couldn't achieve.

That's why it irritated him so damn much that you were out of his reach.

That he couldn't look at you the incorrect way. Incorrect as his thoughts.

Oh how he longed to touch your silky skin…

How he longed to run his fingers through your hair…

How he longed to taste your lips...

But he couldn't.

He knew he couldn't.

So why was he knocking on the same door again? Why did he have a bouquet of roses with him? Why did he use his most expensive aftershave?

"Mr. Peña"

That's why.

A beautiful smile appeared on your lips as you appeared in the doorway. The red lipstick looked perfect on your lips and the red dress accentuated your hips perfectly.

Fuck, you were perfect.

Why it is you who steal his heart?

His thoughts…

…his everything.

“Cariño, I told you to call me Javier,” he smiled broadly, shaking his head in amusement. You laughed too and moved aside so he could go inside. He stopped next to you, greeting you with two kisses on the cheeks. The closest contact he could ever have with you.

“For you,” he said, placing a bouquet of roses towards you. You made a tender face looking at the flowers and accepted them, hugging them to your chest.

“Thank you, you didn't have to,” you thanked him, delighted that he brought you a gift again, as always. Even though he was visiting your father and not you.

Javier watched how beautiful you looked surrounded by flowers.

He looked at you for too long. As always.

He cleared his throat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and looked around the hall. As if that would distract him from you. A fool's dream.

"Your father?" he asked, glancing at you again.

“In his office,” you replied, looking at him with your beautiful, innocent eyes.

He looked at you for too long again.

He took a breath and nodded before moving to find your father. You closed the door, watching as his shirt strained with each movement of his arms until he disappeared behind the wall. You smiled and looked at the blood red roses and smelled them. They were soaked with his aftershave and cigarettes. The perfect mix.

Javier and your father had a long-standing friendship and common interests. He visited you at least a few times a month. Dinner, a glass of whiskey and sometimes even golf trips.

You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in your life.

That's why you were unavailable.

You were his friend's daughter.

His only daughter.

His princess.

The apple of his eye.

You smiled to yourself as you heard your father's joyful voice as he welcomed his friend. You put the flowers in a vase and placed them in the middle of the living room table. They were beautiful.

Just like you were in his eyes.

After an hour you found yourself sprawled on the couch, drinking champagne and talking on the phone. Like the true lady you were.

“He bought you a bouquet of roses. Again." Your friend's voice came on the phone. You hummed in agreement. “He recently bought you earrings,” she continued, “with real rubies,” she added more seriously. You nodded again and took a sip of champagne.

“They're beautiful, I must admit,” you laughed softly under your breath.

“Baby, even my boyfriend never did as much for me as he did for you,” she remarked in a high-pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

Your laughter bounced off the walls of the house, catching the attention of Javier who had just left the office. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he closed the door more quietly than necessary. He walked even more quietly through the hall just to hide behind one of the walls and listen to what you were talking about. And he could have cursed himself for what he was doing because he was acting like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself. Not when he heard your wonderful laugh.

"Haven't you thought about repaying him somehow?" your friend asked in an ambiguous tone.

"Of course I thought, I'm not a saint," you replied as if it was obvious. “But my father is a problem. I think so." Javier frowned as he listened to the muffled words.

Your father was… a problem?

“Or maybe it's some kind of male solidarity? Well, you know, like... You are my friend, so I won't fuck your daughter," you explained, sipping champagne.

For a moment, Javier wasn't sure if he heard you correctly or if you really said what you said. His breathing quickened at the thought that you might have been talking about him.

But... him? How on earth could you talk about-

“Those roses must have cost a fortune…” you sighed dreamily, looking at the bouquet. “I'd love to find out if he's as generous in bed as he is with gifts,” you admitted, biting your lip with a wide smile.

And then Javier's heart stopped for a moment, only to start beating several times faster.

Fuck, you were talking about him. Not just usual things… You said dirty things about him.

You were shamelessly talking about your fantasies about him with your friend.

Once the initial shock wore off, a smirk appeared on his lips.

Fuck, you actually said you wanted to have sex with him.

Javier felt so much happiness in his chest that he almost moaned with pleasure. And even though he wanted to keep listening, what he heard was enough for him.

Shaking his head in happiness, he returned towards the office just to play some stupid theatre. He slammed the door next to office and took loud steps on purpose so that you could hear him. He walked down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the living room. His eyes immediately fell on you and your eyes immediately fell on him. There was a strangely tense atmosphere in the room, or it just seemed that way to him.

As if beams of electricity were jumping between you.

You moved the phone away from your ear and placed it against your chest.

"Your father is asking where the whiskey from his birthday is," he spoke first. He looked and sounded normal, and gave no indication that he could hear anything. You believed it.

“Let him check in the dresser under the window,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Thanks, honey,” Javier nodded and returned to the office. You waited a moment and only when you heard the door slam did you start talking to your friend again.

“I'll get old before he finally decides to lay his hands on me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and you heard a snort in response.

For the next half hour you were in the kitchen covered in juice. You decided to do something nice and ended up peeling a pomegranate. And even though your hands were sticky with the red juice and the skin was getting under your nails, you smiled to yourself as you put each seed into the bowl.

Satisfied, you began to lick your fingers of the sweet juice and looked at the two bowls full of red seeds.

One of them had no trace of the slightest rind, but the other… well, the other had even more than a few.

You wiped your hands and, smiling, found yourself in front of your father's office door. Without knocking, you opened the door and saw two men laughing like children while sitting with an open bottle of whiskey.

“Princesa,” your father called when he noticed you. You smiled back at him and walked over to the desk they were sitting at, stopped next to him.

"I brought you something sweet," you said, placing a bowl of pomegranate seeds with the skin… in front of your father.

The second bowl landed perfectly in front of Javier, to whom you gave a pleasant smile. Again, his eyes were on you longer than they should have been.

“A woman like you is a treasure, princesa,” your father said, wrapping his arms around your waist with a warm smile. You leaned down, kissing his head and then started towards the exit. Javier's gaze was fixed on the red seeds that reflected the delicate light of the lamp.

Perfectly peeled.

Perfectly clean.

For him, not your father.

For him.

You went back to the kitchen, starting to clean up the mess you made. Taking your time, you threw away the leftover fruit and washed the dishes.

You were wiping the leftover juice off the counter when someone's hands tightened on your hips. You jumped in place, scared, and looked over your shoulder at what turned out to be Javier.

You breathed a sigh of relief and laughed nervously. “You scared me,” you said, amused. But then you noticed that he wasn't even smiling. He looked at you with a seriousness you had never seen from him.

Your smile slowly disappeared from your face as he stared at you silently. In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere between you changed dramatically. His hands on your hips began to burn your skin and the temperature in the room made you sweat.

You swallowed hard, scanning his eyes for signs of anything. And then, literally for a second, your eyes fell on his lips. For Javier, that second was enough.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked seriously, which made you confused. He didn't sound happy. Was he mad at you?

"What are you-"

“Don’t,” he interrupted you. You immediately closed your mouth. You looked at him like an innocent sheep, waiting for him to explain what was going on. “Don't play with me,” he said, shaking his head slowly as if warning you. You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to continue speaking.

Ineffective.

“I love your love language,” he began, looking deep into your eyes. “And since we both show it a little differently…,” he continued and his hands slowly slid down your hips to your thighs. You held your breath as his fingers hooked the hem of your dress, sneaking under the fabric and slowly pulling it up. “Let us try to find common language,” he whispered into your ear.

You closed your eyes, feeling shivers run through your entire body and bounce between your thighs. Javier ran his nose along your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss at the end as his hands uncovered your hips.

You started breathing heavily, watching his face with blurry eyes and at that moment, this look became his favorite.

Drunk by him.

His fingers slowly slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly began to slide them down to your thighs. His hands slowly moved up, squeezing your buttocks, making you moan. His hot breath bounced off your neck as his hand slowly moved to your lower abdomen and then lower.

You moaned as his fingers traced your clit to your entrance.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers tightening on your hip as he began to spread your juices with his other hand. "Silence."

You whimpered softly as his fingers began to slowly rub your clit. You tilted your head, leaning on his shoulder, which he immediately took advantage of by placing wet kisses along the entire length of your neck.

You panted heavily as you felt his fingers work wonders. You braced your hands on the kitchen counter, digging into his body. The excitement he was causing in you quickly turned into an impending orgasm.

“Javi…” you moaned, wanting to speak, but nothing else managed to come out of your mouth except gasps.

“Mmm, you're so sweet,” he murmured as he continued to kiss your neck.

He worshiped you.

Every part of you.

His fingers worked at the same pace from start to finish until you came with a high-pitched moan. Javier continued to caress your clit as long as you continued to thrust your hips into his hand, eager for an extension of the pleasure.

You shuddered one last time in his arms before he removed his hand. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but he wouldn't let you.

His hand pushed against your back, forcing you to rest on the counter. You blinked a few times, your mouth parting in shock at his decisive movements, and you glanced over your shoulder at him to speak. But the words got stuck in your throat when you saw him put a condom over his cock.

You immediately turned your head, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You fixed your gaze on the bouquet of roses bathed in the twilight, which now seemed even more beautiful. Javier gently moved your hair to the side and leaned close to your ear.

“With you, my male solidarity doesn't exist,” he whispered and didn't even give you a moment to realize that he had heard your conversation.

He slowly pushed his hard cock into you, making you moan and he gasped, stopping deep inside you. He breathed heavily against your ear for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

This is what heaven felt like to him.

It only lasted a few seconds before he straightened up, digging his fingers into your hips and starting to move his. You froze with your lips parted, your face twisting in pleasure as you felt him thrust into you with strong movements. Javier wasn't able to hold back and control the desire he had felt for you for so long.

After all this time, you were his.

He could finally touch you.

He could finally kiss you.

He could finally worship you.

He could finally make you scream his name in pleasure.

Each thrust was strong, perfectly perfumed, perfectly hitting every weak spot of yours. His cock would thrust into you over and over again and his balls would slap against your clit.

Fuck, you were in heaven.

Moans caught in your throat as you tried to catch your breath.

You weren't able to.

Javier growled every time he pounded into you all the way. Like the animal he became because of you. For you.

His hand found its way to your hair and in one movement he wrapped it around his wrist, pulling you back. You gasped, straightening up like a string.

“Tell me…” he panted against your ear, thrusting into you over and over again. “Do you think your father would be proud to see you now?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hair. You groaned, clenching your hands on the counter as if it would help you in any way.

You tightened around his cock in response and he laughed bitterly.

“How his little daughter being fucked on the kitchen counter?”

“No,” you choked out tearfully.

“You are fucking right,” he growled, letting go of your hair. In one move, he grabbed your wrists, pulling them back only to lock them behind your back. He pushed you against the counter, preventing you from moving. The cold marble touched your hot skin, which brought you no relief. You cried out as you felt his cock enter you at a perfect angle that made your knees tremble.

“Javi…” you squeaked, trying to warn him.

“Shhh,” he silenced you, glancing at your face before he went back to watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

Fucking Nirvana.

“You're going to cum like a good girl,” he gasped, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, feeling you slowly begin to tighten on him more and more often. “You are a good girl, right?” he asked, looking down at you with satisfaction.

Oh how much he had dreamed of this moment…

“Yes,” you cried, feeling that a few more moves and your fight would be over.

Javier snorted in satisfaction, tightening his grip on your wrists. You started moaning more and more often as you felt your orgasm building.

“Yes baby, fuckin’ come on my cock,” he growled, pushing his cock into you like an animal.

And as if on cue, you came, pursing your lips to keep from moaning out loud. Javier stopped his movements at how tight you started to tighten on him and to his surprise, it worked wonders.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned in shock as he came right after you. He began to pant heavily from his sudden orgasm and looked at you in disbelief.

He came and he wasn't even close so how the fuck is it possible.

You tightened your grip on his cock, drawing the last drops of fulfillment from him until you slowly began to calm your breathing.

Javier wiped the drops of sweat from his face, breathing heavily. He let go of your wrists and leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

“You're fucking amazing,” he whispered, panting into your ear, making you shiver. You laughed, tired but fulfilled, and that was enough for him to smile. You were like a drug to him and now he knew that nothing would stand in his way of keeping you.

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

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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. 

Luke as your brother in law please!

omg this is so cute 😭💖i hope you like them sorry it took me so long but I have a lot of homework for tomorrow and ugh

Luke as your brother in law

Luke is the best brother in law

You two would be best friends

You would spend a lot of time together just talking, reading or anything

And Jace is a bit jealous about it

"stop trying to steal my partner" would joke Jacaerys

Also you two team up to bully Jace and play pranks to everyone

You have a lot of inside jokes

And he would be always asking you if you're gonna have a baby soon

"I just want a couple of nephews. And a niece. Or two. I would babysit them"

And always is threatening his brother

"I'm serious, if you ever hurt them in any way..."

So yeah, he's the best, now i'm going to cry

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.