The Marauders Fav Disney Movies

the marauders fav disney movies

james loves the little mermaid more than anything. he pretends he's prince eric and lily is ariel. he loves the story and forces his friends to watch it every weekend idc

sirius is OBSESSED with mulan. he thinks she's amazing and he loves how strong she is. (he also has a crush on li shang obviously)

remus' favourite is the princess and the frog. he thinks tiana is so beautiful and he has a tiny crush on her, he loves the whole movie and the soundtrack is his fav he always has it on repeat IDC

sirius black with a reader who sees him and has cuteness aggression and just wants to bite him 😭

sirius wouldn't bat an eye me thinks

he's just laying beside you, playing cod with remus and james and you're watching a movie on your laptop wheb you get the first urge to bite him.

sirius is shirtless, faint muscles in his arms bugling every time he moves his fingers around the controller.

its his tattoos moving that catches your eyes initially.

you lean over when he's not swearing at remus for, 'pretending to be a fucking pacifist' and run your nose along his bicep.

"y'doing good, dolly?" he asks quietly as they wait for the game to reload. he's pushed one side of his headphones off so his mic's not in range as he turns his head to you.

"mhmm." sirius plants a series of kisses to your lips before turning back to the game, strands of his hair coming loose from all the turning and that's when you strike.

your teeth sink into the meaty part of his bicep and sirius hisses.

"that one was hard, dolly." he mumbles, not a hint of annoyance in his voice as he spares you a quick glance and is back to the tv.

"sorry siri, y'look good." there's a light dust of pink that you just make out on his cheeks that makes you bite him again, different spot and less hard.

"y'er like a fucking mutt baby." he says, only adoration in his voice as you snuggle back into his side and resume your movie.

Fireflies

Pairing: marauders era!james potter x f!reader

Summary: reader and james grew up spending every summer together. but what happens when the two of them realize that they've fallen for one another? (it's just a best friends to lovers trope in a nutshell)

Requested: yes or no maya if ur reading this, I LOVE U WITH ALL MY HEART BAE

Warnings: male masturbation, sexual references, grinding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy!)

Word Count: 2,502 words (I got RLLY carried away with this oops)

Masterlist & Ao3

Growing up with James Potter was something you couldn’t quite put in words. It was tradition since the age of five for the two of you to spend every summer together. This consisted of camping out in his backyard nearly every night, attempting to catch fireflies in glass jars, and promising each other you’d both stay awake all night but failing miserably. And in the mornings, you’d wake up to the smell of the morning dew painted on the grass and the sound of James’ mother calling from the patio door that she’d made pancakes.

And as the two of you grew older, nothing changed.

It was the summer before going into seventh year and the two of you were in James’ bedroom. The brutal July heat had taken a toll on the two of you, and to make matters worse, the air conditioning in James’ house was broken.

He’d stripped down to his boxer briefs and you were wearing nothing but a thin tank top and a stolen pair of his boxers. He didn’t complain when you took them out of his dresser and slipped them on. Besides, the two of you shared practically everything.

Laying on his bed with your arm slung over your eyes, you listened to him groan for what seemed like the fifth time within the past minute.

“It’s so bloody hot!”

“Fucking Christ, I know, James,” you shot back at him. “I feel like I’m swimming in my own sweat right now.”

He made a disgusted face at you. “Yuck! Get off my bed!”

You sighed, sitting up. “Can we sit in front of your refrigerator or something?”

“Don’t you care about the environment?” he joked.

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m kidding. That’s actually not a bad idea.”

The two of you trudged your way through the thick heat of the house, sitting down on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. He swung the door open, the cool air rushing to meet your skin. You moaned in sync, closing your eyes to relish in the temperature change. You lay your torso down, your back meeting the cool tile. Goosebumps covered your flesh, making you shiver. When James turned his head to look down at you, his jaw nearly dropped.

Your nipples were pebbled, straining against the thin fabric of your tank top and your bottom half sported nothing but his underwear. James had always been attracted to you, but seeing you in his clothing made him feel primal. Possessive, almost. He would never admit this to anyone though, he’d be far too embarrassed. He was almost sure that the guys would make fun of him.

Of course, you liked James, but he was your best friend and you knew he’d been in love with Lily Evans from the moment he saw her. As cheesy as it sounded, you couldn’t risk your friendship for some declaration of love and you weren’t sure if you could bear to hear him say that he didn’t return the feelings.

“I’ll be right back,” he excused himself.

He had to cover his erection with his hands as he stood up and jogged to the bathroom, quickly spitting his palm and fucking his hand to the thought of you. Finishing into a tissue, he quickly washed his hands, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. What did you just do, he thought to himself. He felt guilty, as though he’d defiled his best friend. In fact, he did defile his best friend in his head.

He walked back to the kitchen, mumbling some lame excuse about needing to take a nap, and left you laying there on the cool tile floor. He couldn’t face you after what he’d just done in the confines of his bathroom.

You closed the fridge door with your foot and ventured outside into his backyard. Luckily, there was a slight breeze disturbing the still, humid air. His mother’s voice nearly made you jump, walking outside and gently tossing something to you. You caught it, noticing that it was a peach.

“I saw them at the market and I just had to buy some,” she explained. “Reminds me of that time you and Jamesy were only seven years old and spent nearly the whole summer stealing peaches off of the neighbor’s tree. I thought she was lying when she came knocking on our door and yelling about two kids stealing from her tree until I saw the discarded peach pits all over the backyard.”

You laughed at the memory, feeling the peach’s fuzzy skin against your hand as you gripped it. It felt like yesterday when you could barely hold the fruit in your small seven year-old hands.

“Is James around?” she asked. “I bought him one as well.”

You shook your head. “He mentioned something about taking a nap.”

“The heat must be exhausting him,” she assumed. “I’ll go wake him up. There’s a nice breeze out here!”

You nodded, listening to her retreat back into the house. You looked back down at the peach, throwing it up into the air and catching it. The thump sound that it made when it landed back into your palm entertained you whilst you waited for your best friend to come outside. Finally, he opened the patio door, an identical piece of fruit sitting in his own palm. His long, slender fingers caged the fruit in. You hadn’t realized how large his hands were.

You sat in the grass, patting the spot next to you. He sat down, quieter than usual.

“Your mum was just reminding me about how we stole all of those peaches off of your neighbor’s peach tree that one summer when we were seven,” you said, breaking the silence, “and we left the evidence all over the backyard.”

A small smile etched its way onto his lips.

“I remember that.”

You looked down at the fruit in your hands. “Didn’t the peaches seem so much bigger back then?” you asked, investigating the peach. “Maybe it’s because our hands were so small.”

“Your hands are still small,” he quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “At least I don’t have giant monstrous hands.”

You would never admit to him how badly you wanted his palms on your body. On your waist, on your bum, on your breasts. Perhaps even wrapped around your throat. The thought alone made you swallow thickly.

When James took a bite out of the peach, it was possibly the most erotic sight you’d ever seen.

The juice dribbled down his forearm, the drips of yellow juice vibrant against his skin. His tongue left his mouth to lick a stripe up his forearm and wrist, collecting the peach sweetness on his tongue. He took another bite from the fruit, his lips shining with juice. Your core throbbed, aching at the scene in front of you. You had never wished so badly to be a piece of fruit.

“What’d that poor peach do to you?”

You were snapped out of the endless dirty thoughts circling your head, looking down at the squashed peach in your hand. Your fingers were covered in its sweet, sticky juices, hand fisted around the tender fruit. You weren’t sure how or when this had happened. Before you could say anything in response, you heard James’ mother from inside the house, calling for help with preparing dinner.

After awkwardly chopping vegetables and enduring an almost-silent dinner with his parents, the sun had left the sky and its place was the moon, bright and full as ever. James’ bedroom still remained uncomfortably hot, so the two of you decided to sleep outside in the tent that had somehow survived over all those summers.

James had stolen a cigarette from his parents’ bedroom and the two of you shared the stick, laying down on the sleeping bags.

You couldn’t help the question that slipped from your lips.

“Has Lily written to you?”

He paused, taking a puff from the cigarette. He blew the smoke out in a single stream, before it quickly disappeared into the air.

“Yeah.”

He passed you the cigarette. You balanced the stick between your middle and index finger, bringing your lips to it and inhaling.

“Has Sirius written to you?”

Indeed, Sirius had written to you.

He’d told you at the beginning of summer that Sirius had taken an interest in you over the course of sixth year.

“Yeah,” you parroted.

You watched the smoke leave your lips, giving the cigarette back to James. He took it silently.

You stared at the ceiling of the tent, the stars somewhat visible through the fabric. The cicadas in the distance and the gentle burning of the cigarette were the only sources of noise. The quietness, especially from your usually-noisy best friend, irked you.

“I don’t think I like Lily anymore,” he blurted.

You turned your head to him, noticing that he’d sat himself up. You watched as he flung the cigarette butt out the open flap of the tent before wrapping his arms around his knees. You sat yourself up as well, your knees mere inches apart.

“Why?” you asked.

Finally, he turned to you. The moonlight reflected off of his glasses, his green irises barely visible to you.

“Because I don’t have the same thoughts about Lily that I have about you,” he confessed.

You could have sworn your heart stopped.

“What kind of thoughts do you have about me?”

You had difficulty breathing. Time felt as though it had frozen. You could hear your pulse, the beats taunting you as you waited for him to respond.

He removed his arms from his legs, moving his body to face you. “It’d be easier to show you.” He brought his hands up to cup your face, his large gentle palms against your cheeks. “May I?”

You weren’t sure what to do nor what to say. You felt as though you were in a dream, one that you’d awaken from at this very moment. But you didn’t. Instead, you felt his lips crash against your own, lips tasting like cigarette smoke mixed with something sweet. Your hands moved to his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks.

Your back hit the sleeping bag, his elbows planting themselves on either side of your head. You felt his tongue swipe the bottom of your lip, begging for entrance. You opened your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss and explore your mouth with his tongue. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him against you.

His lips left yours, moving to kiss and suck against your neck.

“It’s always been you and me, right?” he asked between kisses.

Your heart felt so full it could have bursted. You grabbed his face, pulling him to meet your eyes.

“It’s always been you and me,” you confirmed.

You grabbed the collar of the shirt he’d put on after dinner, desperate to kiss him again. This time, it was sloppy; teeth clashing and lips moving without any rhythm. You lifted your hips up, helplessly trying to relieve the aching in your core. He moaned against your lips, grounding his hips against you. You could feel his erection in his boxer briefs brushing against your clothed clit. He attempted to remove his lips from yours, moving them down your neck once more.

“Wanna taste you,” he whispered.

“Next time,” you pleaded. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

He nodded, grabbing at the pair of his boxer briefs you donned and slipping them off of your legs before doing the same to his own.

“You’re sure?” he asked one final time, the tip of his penis an inch away from your entrance.

Your hand went to cup his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “I’m positive, James.”

You felt him rub the head of his cock against your folds, bumping into your clit to tease you. You bucked your hips, a failed attempt to get him inside of you.

“I know, darling, I know.”

Finally, he nudged your entrance, slowly entering you. You weren’t a virgin, but his cock was larger than you were expecting. Once he bottomed out, he peppered your face with kisses, letting you get accustomed to the foreign feeling of him stretching you.

A gentle press of his thumb against your clit made you gasp, your walls fluttering around him.

“You alright?” he asked, sucking a mark into your neck.

You moaned in response, lifting your hips as a way to tell him to start moving. He caught on, gently pulling his length out of you and pressing back into you. You arched your back as he pressed his thumb more firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, beginning circular motions.

“More, Jamesy, more,” you begged.

You felt his hot breath fan against your shoulder, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of skin against skin and ragged breaths filled the tent.

“‘M not gonna last much longer,” he warned.

He rolled his hips into yours until his tip brushed that spot inside of you with every thrust. You screamed, fisting the sleeping bag underneath you as you came, your legs spasming around his waist. His hips stuttered as your walls closed in on him, milking him dry as he shot ropes of cum inside of you.

The two of you caught your breaths, chests heaving, before he rolled off of you. He pulled you against him, capturing your lips for a soft, meaningful kiss. He gently bumped his nose into your own, making you giggle.

“Hi,” he whispered, a dreamy smile painted on his lips.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Hi.”

You could feel his cum begin to leak out of you, dripping onto your thighs. You looked down, frowning. He followed your glance, his cheeks tinting red.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he said.

He pulled his boxers on, giving you his shirt to pull over your body. And as you climbed out of the tent, you noticed something.

Green, glowing dots sprinkled the backyard. Fireflies. You couldn’t wait until you and James had a house, catching fireflies on summer nights with children of your own.

It was always just you and James, indeed.

You headed inside his house to the bathroom, where he cleaned you up with a warm washcloth. The both of you grabbed two glass jars on your way out, grinning as you ran around the yard and attempted to catch the fireflies. Though, neither of you ended up catching any. And you promised each other, just like you when you were kids, that you’d both try to stay awake until the sun came up. And, like always, you both fell asleep, only curled in each other’s arms this time. And when you awoke, you could smell the morning dew painted on the grass and the sound of James’ mother calling from the patio door that she’d made pancakes.

Life would never change with James Potter, and that was something that filled your heart with the greatest joy.

distracting - [e.munson]

you had invited eddie over for a study session in the hopes that you could help him focus and pass his final class. but the embrace of boredom lead both of you to searching for any and every alternative. with you in particular finding the way he fiddled with those rings of his rather distracting…

this is basically just a hand kink fic brought to you by this gif specifically,, (found on pinterest, if you know the correct credit pls lmk!!)

eddie munson x f!reader (no use of y/n)

18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI.

warnings; smut, hand kink, kinda dom eddie, v fingering, choking, overstimulation, light spanking, light degradation, praise, spit, light dacryphilia, me taking forever to get to the goddamn point as usual (sorry it’s a lot of build up ://)

word count; 6.4k

as usual this has not been proofread, so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors!!

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The ticking of the clock on your bedroom wall was the only sound filling the space besides the occasional turn of a textbook page. None of the words in front of you seemed to be sticking in your mind, they didn't create an image in your head or any sort of understanding they were just, words, meaningless text that granted no benefit for having read it.

This didn't concern you though. You didn't need to revise this topic, to know the subject like the back of your hand. Eddie did.

You held this study session for him in the hopes that cooping your best friend up in your tiny bedroom with no distractions would help him finally learn this last unit and pass his final class. From what you could gauge it seemed to be working, he was sat quietly at your little desk, head propped up as he rested his chin on his palm and scanned over the book in front of him. He was humming though, but you let that slide since you denied him the pleasure of listening to music incase he got too focussed on that instead and started talking about which songs he can and can't play.

However, while this set up seemingly worked great for Eddie and his productivenesses, or usual lack thereof, you were simply and atrociously bored out of your mind. You had been reading back over your old books to maybe help him out if he had a question or two, maybe something he didn't quite get, but that got laborious far too quickly.

So there you were, laid back on your bed staring at the ceiling you knew all too well from childhood, looking across the popcorn pattern you had unfortunately memorised. An unintentionally heavy sigh passes your lips, interrupting the quiet.

"You alright over there?" Eddie practically jumps at the opportunity to speak up, turning to you with one arm over the back of the desk chair which his battle vest is draped over to pivot his body toward you. "Mhm, all good thanks Eds." your response is barely above a whisper but he's so happy to hear it, having felt like he'd been staring at his textbook for hours.

"You sure? I mean I can-" he begins to ramble, clawing at anything that will provide him a break from his studies. But you're quick to interject. "Focus on your shit Eddie, '86 is gonna be the year you pass it remember?" your tone of voice is delicate despite the admonishment, so much so that he can't bring himself to refute it. "Yeah, 86..."

Eddie turns back to his work rather sullenly, playing it up with an exaggerated puppy like pout in the hopes that you might give in and cut him some slack. You only offer up a small giggle and lay on your side to face him, shaking your head playfully. "Focus Munson."

He's trying so hard to do exactly that but the idea of doing literally anything else was disgustingly tempting. Every little thing served as a distraction, every noise or slight movement. The way the sheets of your bed rustled when you turned over and the smell of your sweet perfume that crowded his noise whenever he was up here with you, the way you sighed occasionally or click your tongue, all things demanding he turn his attention to them instead. To you instead.

He's the one sighing now, running a hand through his birds nest of hair and trying to hone in on his studies. In the hopes of somewhat settling his need to get up and entertain himself some other, more interesting way he fidgets with the chunky rings on his fingers, something he did often though normally out of nervous habit.

The clink of the cheap metal alerts you and draws your attention back to the corner of the room Eddie occupied. Turning your head in his direction you see that he now has his elbow propped up on his notes, hand held up beside him in clear view thanks to the desk lamp. With use of his thumb he spins his rings around on his fingers, sliding them up and down and turning them so that their design faces inwards.

You continue to watch, stare even, enjoying the clicks of the metal clashing and the way his lithe fingers manoeuvre the jewellery around. He flips one of the rings back and forth between his fingertips, similar to a pen trick you've seen him do before, one you think he might've tried to teach you at some point but you're not quite sure. Either way you let out an impressed huff when he flicks the ring perfectly back in to place, just the tiniest exhale but he hears it. Oh he hears it loud and clear.

And now he knows that you're watching.

Eddie smiles to himself, a smug and knowing smirk. He likes having an audience, plus he's caught you staring at his hands before. He's never doted and why you do it, in fact never even occurred to him until recently to seek out a reason for your intent gaze, after all he was more focussed on enjoying it, using it to his advantage to mess with you.

He squeezes his hand into a loose fist, fingertips pressing at his palm in order to make the tendons on the back of his hand stand bold for a second. You're quick to notice this and the couple of veins that shine blue under his pale skin.

You exhale shakily and lick your lips unknowingly, looking at the couple of moles that decorate his knuckles. You've done this before, thought about Eddie's hands in ways you probably shouldn't. Okay well, definitely shouldn't. It's not your fault though, anybody would with the way he shows them off, accessorises them to draw you attention. Surely it's okay if he makes them look pretty on purpose?

It's shameful to admit the ways you fantasied about this touch and the little aspects of it that you get. At times when he rests his hand on your knee and squeezes to garner your attention or to reassure you when you're nervous you can't help the way you revel in the warmth of his palm and the strength of his deft fingers. There's an underlying tenacity to the calloused pads of his fingertips, you know it from having watched him play his guitar so many times when he wants to ever so proudly show off a new song he learnt.

And not to forget that, the way those nimble fingers toy with the strings of his guitar so effortlessly. You could watch Eddie play all goddamn day just to see how fast and expertly his digits move to create the most hypnotic sounds. On many occasions you've wondered about what other sweet sounds he could earn himself if he played with y-

A soft groan escapes Eddie's lips as he cracks his knuckles, forcing you away from your salacious reverie with a quiet, unbidden gasp escaping your lips. Fuck, you did it again, you let your mind wander too far. You mentally scold yourself for it like you always do, Eddie is your best friend, you can't think of him like this. You dread to think of what he would say if he knew, knew the real reason you always asked him to play guitar for you, the real reason you fiddle with his rings when his hand rests on your knee or on the table beside you. He'd probably be so abhorred.

But Eddie did know. Of course he knew, you were so naive to think he didn't and that's why he enjoys this so much. He could feel you staring still, eyes locked onto his hand as he continued to spin and clink the cheap rings. He just needed a reason to turn around, to catch you out, but what...? Aha!

"Hey do you know what this last question means? I don't quite get-" he hurries the excuse out, turning around in his chair once again. Just as he had hoped you are staring intently at his hand, your eyes going wide for a second as you clear your throat with a cough and sit up. Eddie smirks that sick, self-satisfied grin, clicking his tongue and staring into your eyes. You dodge the eye contact and stare at the sheets in front of you, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Oh sorry," he huffs sheepishly, failing miserably to hide his smile and keep up his act. "Am I distracting you?" you shrug, beginning to shake your head and make up some floundering excuse before Eddie interjects.

"They're nice aren't they? The new ones?" he asks, looking at his own hand and wiggling his fingers. There was no new rings, why would there be? He was just offering you a way out, seeing if he can trip you up once again. He knew that you never actually payed that much attention to the rings themselves, just the fingers they rested on, and so you would have no idea if there were new rings or not. All Eddie needed was the confirmation, and then he would know if it's safe to take the leap or not.

"Y-Yeah," you stutter out, feeling your body grow flushed as goosebumps rise all over your skin. "Yeah I thought something looked different, just couldn't quite tell from over here." you sighed with some relief, thinking you'd gotten away with your perverted staring and thinking that Eddie would remain oblivious to your twisted daydreams.

But no. You'd fallen right into his trap.

Eddie hums thoughtfully, spinning a ring around once again. "Here, have a closer look." before you have chance to protest he's up and out of his chair, enthusiastically taking the couple steps required to reach you and flop onto the empty bed space in front of where you sat, laying on his back with legs hanging off the beds side. "Oh, I mean, its fine really Ed's I don't need to," more pitiful excuses that he is quick to stem, pressing is index finger to his lips in signal to shush you.

"Oh go on, take a lookie." he holds his hand up in front of your face eagerly, wiggling his fingers so the rings catch the light just right. You sigh, feigning annoyance as you grab his hand, pulling it into your lap and pretending to study the jewellery. You felt oddly flustered, noticing how Eddie's gaze was locked onto your face as you flipped his hand around in your hold, running your fingertips over his knuckles and feeling the rough skin.

You knew you were only making your situation worse, thinking you were risking being found out, but you couldn't help but make the most of the opportunity to really study his beautiful hands. Fuck, it's weird, you feel so weird for it, but you can't stop now.

"There you go, y'like looking at my hands don't ya?" Eddie quips, the timbre of his voice having dipped to a more coquettish rumble that makes you shiver. He can't help but beam at the way you freeze up, the hands inspecting his coming to a complete stop. Your eyes go wide before you take a heavy breath and close them tight.

You feel like you might just implode. This is so embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing. He knows, and he's known all along, hasn't he? You can feel your skin burning up as he stares at you and it feels like he's inspecting you. You let a long, exaggerated breath out before dropping his hand in order to hide your face in your palms.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Eddie, I didn't mean to I- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable o-or-" he again shushes you, carefully taking your hands in his own and pulling yours away from your face, resting them back into your lap. He's gotten up now and is sat right in front of you, both sat with crossed legs and knees pressed together.

"No no no, it's okay sweetheart, it's okay," he reassures with lips upturned. Sweetheart. The foreign use of a pet name makes your heart pound impossibly faster, not to mention that it sounded so saccharine in the velvety tone he used.

You hesitate to meet his eyes but the soft doe like browns immediately assuage your worries. "I didn't say it was a bad thing did I?" Eddie carefully runs his thumbs over the backs of your hands, drawing soothing circles with the calloused pads. You shudder and take yet another deep breath.

"Well no, but I just-" he again stems your fretting, this time by pressing his index finger to your lips like he had done to his own moments prior. "Nu-uh, no buts. It's cute." slowly he drags his finger downwards, pulling your bottom lip down with his fingertip before letting go so it pops back into place.

You're practically burning up, the skin of your legs hot to the touch where your hands rest just below the hem of your pyjama shorts. You knew of Eddie's playful attitude, the snarky remarks he makes to mess with you and rile you up. Though usually he would've backed off by now, laughed in your face and triumphantly skipped away like he does over lunchroom tables. But his stance is concrete, his stare unwavering and almost intimidating, enough so to send a shiver rolling down the column of your spine.

"Don't mess with me Eds." you attempt to sound stern but your words fall out as more of a feeble whisper. Eddie feigns shock, tucking his chin back and holding one hand over his heart as if emotionally wounded. "I would never." he utters under his breath, once again failing to hide the way the corners of his lips upturn. He's having far too much fun with this and you know it.

"Can't believe you'd accuse me of such a thing, sweetheart." fuck, there it is again making your stomach flip. What doesn't help is the fact that his hands have replaced your own in resting on the heights of your thighs, thumbs rolled around to the inside of your leg to caress the delicate skin.

Eddies hands are so warm where they hold you, he was practically a human furnace with how much heat he radiates. Normally you would complain about this fact but right now you were so thankful for it. The warmth was comforting, homely even, but the cold metal of his rings so greatly contrasts with the burn of both of your skin and his. You almost recoil every time he adjusts his grip and the chill shifts, and he doesn't fail to notice how you shudder each time.

He squeezes the plush of your thighs gently, revelling in how soft your body is. "Eddie I swear to god," you giggle after a moment, so easily flustered that it is in fact laughable. He chuffs a small chuckle, craning his neck forward to bring his face closer to yours.

"What? If I'm making you uncomfortable just punch me or something and I'll fuck off back to my corner." his demeanour remains playful but he means every word. You let out a genuine laugh at that one, a sweet and hearty sound that Eddie savours.

"No it's fine Eds, really. I'm just conscious of the fact that a certain someone should be studying."  it sounds like bullshit but it's true, you're not trying to sabotage your best friends education just because looking at his hands made you horny. Plus imagine the embarrassment trying to explain that oh yeah well he was studying but then blah blah blah you distracted him because you're a dirty minded fiend. Doesn't sound good does it?

Eddie grumbles dramatically, rolling his eyes and falling forwards into you so that his head lands onto your shoulder. You almost fall back too thanks to his weight on you but just about manage to stay sat upright. "Do I haaave to?" he whines like a complaining child, turning his head to face you with lips pulled into an exaggerated frown.

"C'mon don't I deserve a break? You seem so bored over here I thought I might help you out." he wiggles his eyebrows at you and you struggle to not laugh in his face, opting to turn your head away to avoid doing so. Crucial mistake, for now Eddie has perfect access to the exposed side of your neck, and does not hesitate to lean that bit closer and bring his lips to the soft skin.

You gasp, hands flying go take purchase at his shoulders. You can feel the curve of his lips against your skin, smiling into you. "So? What'll it be, doll?" his hands slowly drift up your thighs, fingertips sneaking below the hem of your shorts. Doll. Fuck that sounds so nice, sickeningly nice.

Was this happening? Your head was spinning and you couldn't help but wonder if you fabricated this entire situation in a dizzy haze. But no, the warmth of Eddie's hands on your skin is unmistakably real. You swallow a nervous gulp and nod, arms wrapping around his midriff. "Okay okay, I guess you do deserve a break."

As soon as the words leave your lips Eddie's hands are reaching around to grab at your ass hastily, lifting you into his lap with ease. You let out a yelp of a breath as he does so, leaning your body weight onto him and beaming brightly. "Bit eager Eds," you quip, shivering when he begins to kiss down the column of your throat, licking shyly at the flushed skin.

"Says you," he mumbles against your skin, nipping gently with his teeth and earning himself a delicious whine. "You started this, staring at me like that, little pervert." Eddie delivers a firm smack to your ass, making you choke on a breath that catches in your throat. It stung that bit more thanks to the impact of the rings but you find yourself liking it, a hot shudder rolling over you that settles damp between your legs. Fucking hell you hope he didn't notice that.

"Hey! I'm not-" you complain and attempt to recoil slightly but Eddie holds you firm in his lap, sucking at your neck with the 'o' of his lips and raising one hand to hold at the small of your back while the other kneads the now sore plush of your ass. Pulling away from your neck he licks over the reddened patch of skin with the flat his tongue to soothe it somewhat, tucking his chin back to admire the mark he left. "So pretty..."

You're practically putty in his hold already, chains of soft mewls escaping the back of your throat with every calculated press of Eddie's lips. It feels... Wrong. To be sat on your best friends lap while he manhandles you so openly, the hands you've daydreamed about grabbing at your body and groping so eagerly. But you figure that fact is what's making it so fucking fun, it's what has you aching for more and more of his salacious attention.

Slowly he kisses back up your neck, reaching the junction of your jaw and earlobe and nipping at the sensitive skin to make you quiver. God it was so easy to mess with you and he fucking adored it. You had always been quick to fluster, even with his little witty remarks you would get so bothered, but this? Oh this was a whole new level and Eddie couldn't get enough.

"So tell me," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, hands wandering back around to the outsides of your thighs and continuing to squeeze and grope, the drag of the icy metal jewellery feeling electric over your searing skin. "What is it that you think about, hm?" he asks with an inquisitive lilt.

"W-What...?" you stammer, body tensing when he licks along the under side of your jaw, another warm wave washing over you and forcing out a weak whine. He again smiles into you, jeans tightening as he observes the effect he has over you even with such minimal effort. Eddie kisses along to your chin, finally withdrawing to stare into your blown eyes that surely mimic his own.

"What do you think about? When you're staring at me, at my hands. What's that pretty little head of yours thinking 'bout?"

His tone is almost derisive and wickedly smug as he searches your features in asking, watching the way your expression scrunches with further embarrassment. You stutter endlessly but no words come to fruition, just a struggled sigh.

"Not gonna talk? That's fine sweetheart." he tuts, again raising his hand and quickly bringing it down to spank your ass, but with considerably more force this time. "Ah!" you lurch forward in Eddie's grasp, balling the fabric at the back of his shirt into your fists and clinging on like a lifeline. This impact stung more so than the first, with him having put some power behind the strike of his palm. Once again the addition of the rings does not help, and this time you're near certain it will mark thanks to those alone.

"How about instead," he begins, tone dripping with a palpable lust. "I just tell you what I think you're fantasising about?" Eddie again pecks kisses at your jaw, his dominant hand sneaking up your thigh and dipping beneath the fabric of your shorts, working his way higher and higher until he is holding your hip beneath the clothing.

You feel the need to brace yourself but have no means of doing so and are just left clinging to Eddie and worsening the perverted sense of satisfaction he is deriving from this. Though it's strangely hot to be this worked up when he's barely even started, to feel like you're on the edge of your seat in anticipating his next move. All the while having the safety and security in the knowledge that you are in safe hands, that this is Eddie, who knows you and your boundaries so well and does everything in his power to respect those boundaries and ensure your comfort. It's indescribable really, the ways in which it warms your heart and makes it race all at the same time. Fuck.

"I think," he squeezes your hip, fingertips dipping against the delicate flesh. "That you obviously wonder what it feels like to have me touch you, to have these hands on your body," the drop in the timbre of Eddie's voice makes you shudder deeply, something he doesn't fail to notice as he lets out an airy laugh.

"Bet you think about how it'd feel if I touched your pretty cunt, hm?"

An unbidden moan escapes you, a pathetic little noise that makes Eddie burn from the inside out, becoming addicted to the sound the second it filled his ears. He needed to hear it again, and now. You try to hide your face into his shoulder to mask your bashfulness and muffle any other potential lewd noises, but one of his hands fly up to grab at the nape of your neck and pull you back. His eyes meet yours in a hungry, unwavering stare and he licks his lips, noticing the way you watch his tongue as it darts out.

"Aw, that's it isn't it?" he tilts his head slightly, trailing his hand around to cup your burning cheek and feeling his heart melt when you lean further into the delicate touch. "You want me to touch that pretty cunt? Want these fingers inside you?" you just about manage to hold back another groan at that one, sucking a breath in through gritted teeth and letting your eyes flutter shut.

Eddie laughs, dropping his hand from your face to wrap around your back and pull you into a lopsided hug. "Alright there sweetheart?" he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, the hand on your hip finding the waistband of your underwear and toying with the soft fabric, his thumb slipped underneath it.

"Mhm, just had no idea you could get like this Eds," you laugh together, just small chuckles that work wonders in easing the suffocating atmosphere Eddie had created with his ministrations and fervorous words. You lean your body further into his, the smell of tobacco, cedar and leather engulfing you in a way you welcome.

"That's rich coming from you," he scoffs lightheartedly. "I mean," he holds on tight to your hip, reluctantly pulling his hand out from under your clothes while the other lands on your shoulder to push you back slowly. Eddie adjusts his weight onto his knees and carefully lays you down while you scrabble to wrap your arms around his neck, linking your hands together at his nape. "Who would've thought that you of all people could be such a slut."

A gasp of a whine escapes you as your head lands on the pillows, Eddie's hands either side of your body as he looms over you, his pick necklace dangling in the space between your bodies. You stare at him with mouth agape in shock, eyes wide as you're rendered completely speechless.

Did you... Like that? Did you just like it when he called you a slut? Surely you shouldn't, you know damn well that you shouldn't, but the way the word fell from his lips was downright pornographic. It did something to you, and he knows it.

You tense up as he watches you, trying to close your legs to hide the hot, wet ache at your cunt, but Eddie keeps his stance concrete, his knees pushing at the backs of your thighs to coax your legs back and open. Leaning his weight onto one arm he trails his free hand down your body, his fingertips again finding the waistband of your shorts and sneaking beneath it. His touch is obscenely warm and you could've sworn you could feel his pulse racing beneath the pads of his fingers.

"So then..." Eddie grumbles, dipping his head so that his lips again hover by your ear. "Are you going to let me touch you?"

You nod ardently without a second thought, rolling your hips where the very tips of his fingers lie just above the mound of your cunt. He laughs and drums his fingers, making you giggle out too. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you."

You roll your eyes and grab him by the collar of his hellfire shirt, dragging him down so that the tips of your noses are touching. "Eddie I swear to fucking god if you don't-" his hand flies up and grabs your throat, stemming your words as his fingertips press featherlight on the sides of your neck. The corners of his lips twitch, doe eyes dark in a way you've never seen before.

You reach with both hands to grab at his forearm, your breath stolen away from you while you watch him sit his weight onto his knees so that his dominant hand can return to its place under your clothes while the other remains steady at your throat. His rings are chilly on the surface of your skin, but from what you can tell he has no intention of removing them.

"One thing, doll," he grumbles, fingers wrapping around the top of your underwear and shorts, dragging them both down in a swift and rough tug that leaves them resting just underneath your knees. The cold air hitting your cunt makes your quiver, attempting to squirm away from Eddie who simply drags you back to him. "You do not talk to me like that, got it? Or you get nothing."

He squeezes your throat gently to punctuate his point, applying no real pressure and just using the motion as a symbol to establish a dynamic. You whine an affirmative little noise, smiling when Eddie does and leans down to press a gentle peck to your forehead. "If you want me to stop, tap three times, yeah?" his tone instantly softens, though his ministrations don't halt as his middle finger ghosts over your cunt, ever so lightly touching.

"Eddie-" he shushes you with another squeeze to the throat, rings pressing in. "I know, I know. I've got you. Just gotta make sure you know you can stop this at any time." he runs his fingertip up the length of you, gathering the rivulet of damp arousal on his fingertip. He hums a satisfied approval at the lascivious state of you, grinning in observing just how wet you are.

"Goddamn, just begging to be touched aren't ya?" you only manage a small mewl in response, again rolling your hips with some urgency. He laughs, a mocking and derisive little huff. "Fine, fine." his middle finger prods at your entrance, drawing a lazy circle before finally pushing in with obscene ease and a quiet yet noticeable wet sound.

You moan out instantly, clenching around Eddie's finger as he sinks the first two knuckles in. His ring sits icy at your entrance, a stark contrast to the burning warmth of your body. "That's it, just relax," Eddie utters as he slowly begins to pump the finger inside you, pulling back to his first knuckle and sinking flush to the top of the ring with every stroke.

The feeling itself is fucking oneiric and he's barely even started. The spark of pleasure has you hooked, the electric sensation amplified by mere presence of Eddie. It sounds stupidly obvious, but something about his buzzing warmth pressing against you, the smell of his cologne and musk surrounding you, and the little words of encouragement he mutters has you feeling everything so much more intensely and it was damn near addictive.

With a thoughtful hum Eddie brings his ring finger to join his middle, eyes locked on yours and watching your expression as he sinks the digit inside. You scrunch your eyes closed and moan weakly at the intrusion, shuffling your hips to adjust. He laughs softly under his breath and you swear you can hear the smirk pulling at his lips.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" he asks knowingly. "Yes- Yes Eddie- Fuck-" your words are broken up by heavenly moans, body tensing as he pumps both digits inside you and curls them to seek out your inner sweet spot. You instinctively clench as he finds it, the push of his fingertips against the erogenous spot forcing out another lewd curse of his name. "Aw, right there huh?" his tone is dripping with cocksure confidence, the reactions of your body going straight to his head and cock that throbs in the confines of his jeans.

"Look at me." Eddie demands flatly, lifting the his hand from you throat to grab your jaw and tilt your head towards him. With a milquetoast whine you squint your eyes open, gaze heavy and half lidded. You're instantly met with Eddie's beaming smile as he cocks his head to the side. "Good girl, I want you to keep looking at me while I touch you, yeah?" the praise sends a hot shock through your body and you're already nodding before he can even finish talking, his smile growing impossibly wider.

With that he hastens the thrusts of his fingers, keeping them curled to repeatedly hit that spongey sweet spot and make you drown in pleasure. His hand slips back down to its place on your throat, squeezing gently at the sides once again but maintaining the pressure placed there. You choke on a moan, subconsciously closing your eyes before Eddie corrects you. "Eyes open, doll."

He ducks his head to spit onto your cunt, making you whine out when he smears the pad of his thumb in it and begins to rub languid circles over your clit. Your body jolts, struggling to keep your eyes open as the slight pressure form his hand on your throat brings you a subtle lightheaded sensation. The pace of his fingers is unrelenting, wet squelches of his rings meeting your arousal filling your ears as you fail to block them out with your mouths sick sounds.

The feeling is nothing short of bliss, but hot, sweaty bliss that burns and tenses in the pit of your stomach, twisting tighter with every strike of Eddie's fingers against your sweet spot. Your legs are quivering as your hands scramble to grab hold of him, reaching down and tugging at his shirt. He tuts a small laugh, feeling you clench around his fingers desperately.

"Close already, sweetheart?" it feels like Eddie is staring straight through you, the knot in your centre constructing impossibly tighter as he quickens the pace of his movements. You again reach to grab his forearm, sinking your nails into his tattooed skin. "P-Please Eddie-" you gasp out, struggling under his grip, your eyes glazed over with tears as you try keep them open. 

"Go on then, cum on my fingers like you've always wanted to."

That's all it took for the dam to break. You moan out a pathetic squeak of his name as your body seizes up, legs jolting back and trying to close as they shake but Eddie doesn't stop his movements. You arch your back off the bed as the searing wave washes over you, the coil in your centre snapping undone in the most spine tingling way. You gulp down gasps of air to pace yourself as you come down from your orgasm, Eddie's grip at your throat going lax but his fingers keep pumping, never once slowing as you rock through your peak.

"E-Eddie wha-" your voice is weak and broken, with you biting your bottom lip to stem any of the pitiful noises that try surface. He hums and doesn't stop, his actions threatening to throw your body into overstimulation. It burns, a hot, wet and pleasurable burn but a burn none the less. You attempt to squirm away from him but there's no where to go, and any attempts you make to push his hand away are futile.

"Oh doll," he chides with a click of his tongue. "I've waited so long to play with this pretty cunt, you think I'm only gonna make you cum once?" he says it like it's obvious, like you're dumb for not figuring it out, but the look in his eyes has softened somewhat in noticing the way your body struggles beneath him. His words go straight to your cunt, the remnants of your orgasm flushing onto his hand and almost definitely ruining those cheap rings.

"C'mon sweetheart, you're doing so well for me, I know you can take one more." Eddie coaxes with a sweetness to his voice that you have only ever heard before when you're crying. Fuck. Are you crying?

You bring one of your hands to your face and find your cheek wet, a familiar sensation of a sort of numbness over the area. Eddie briefly slows his ministrations, hunching over you clumsily and pressing soft kisses to each teary cheek. "Remember you can stop me if need be, yeah?" you nod and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close to you. He huffs a small, satisfied sound and props his weight up on one elbow, the other hand never leaving your cunt as he again picks up speed.

You moan lewdly into his ear, making him groan out. Your body was knotting up much faster this time, skin tingling like static that only grew worse with every expert thrust of Eddie's fingers. He again feels the clench, tucking his chin back to admire your disheveled state. "That's it, so pretty like this aren't you? Such a pretty little slut."

Nothing that leaves your lips is coherent anymore, just strings of mewls and whines that fill the humid air. Your orgasm was building stupidly fast, the oversensitivity making every stroke like fire. Eddie pushes his body impossibly closer to yours, the tent of his hard cock trapped in his jeans pressing into you as he grunts.

"Fuck, c'mon doll, cum again, please I wanna feel you." his bravado has entirely collapsed, falling in around him as you notice his forearm begin to quake. Your head lolls back and Eddie drinks in the sight of your climax hitting you, eyes scrunching shut and mouth falling agape with a roaring moan at a seconds notice. You cling to him like a lifeline while your body jolts and shudders, the burning flood ripping through you like hot lava.

Reluctantly Eddie withdraws his fingers, an obscene gush following after the loss of them. "Fucking hell," he smirks, unable to hide the perverted satisfaction on his face. "Good girl, knew you could do it." you watch as he brings his hand up, admiring the wetness that coats his middle two fingers with that same sick stare. It drips onto his rings and settles beneath them, his skin glossy with a layer of you.

He places the two digits onto his tongue but only to the first knuckle, licking off your orgasm with a happy hum. "Holy shit you taste good," he says subconsciously, the words leaving his mouth before he even had time to process them. "Open up doll," he taps your chin commandingly, and with no energy remaining to back chat your obey as you bask in the aftershocks you let your jaw fall slack.

Eddie places his two fingers into your mouth with a surprising amount of care, watching intently as you wrap your lips around them. "That's it, clean up my rings for me." your body flushes with goosebumps pricking up as he says that, and you don't waste any time in sucking and licking at his fingers. The rings are cold on your tongue despite their coating of you, the tangy taste lifting off them with no real effort required. Eddie pushes gently at the back of your tongue to make you gag, laughing as he pulls his digits out.

"Good job sweetheart, you did so well for me." he kisses the top of you head and cradles you in his arms, peppering the side of your face with delicate kisses. You huff a small acknowledgment and track a hand down his torso, landing at the handcuff shaped belt buckle he wore. "But Eds," you whine, your throat dry. "What about you...?" he shakes his head to dismiss your concern, his compelling smile never faltering.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart."

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apologies if this was meh cos im admittedly not super happy with it but wanted something posted before the vol 2 drop cos god forbid anything happens to eddie or steve,, if anything does (which i have a horrible feeling it will) im just gonna keep posting as if nothing happened anyway,, take this as your official heads up ig lol

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omg please could u write more parts about this:')) it's so cute

yes oh my god i will work on it this weekend i pinky promise

got 4 books for $45 when usually it would be around $80 i’m so HAPPY