Not So Cocky - Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Teach Me [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Eddie notices you watching him in class and asks you for your help.

TW/CW: Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Thigh riding, grinding, fingering, PIV, ring-kink, mutual pining, idiots in love, possessive!eddie toward the end

A/N: I am down horrendously for this man, your honor

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Ms. O'Donnel's class was kind of a bitch. Even you had to admit it, and you did pretty well for yourself in school.

You had been stealing glances at Eddie Munson all year-- the older, charming, slightly dangerous but all-too-fluffy dungeon master with the best damn hair you'd ever seen.

You came from different worlds and two obviously opposite ends of the social spectrum. Eddie was loud and loved to make a scene, putting his humor on display for any and everyone with no regrets. Whereas you tried to stay to yourself and avoid human interaction to the best of your ability.

That didn't stop what was once your little spark of interest with Eddie from turning into a full on wildfire; vibrant flames that were fanned every time you saw that devilish grin of his.

You had to work hard to avert your eyes as he drummed on his notebook with his pencil, twirling the ends of his hair with his free hand. You'd look away successfully, just to feel your eyes slowly drifting back to him moments later.

His rings caught your eye this time as he played with his hair, the different silver bands catching the sunlight as his fingers bent and twirled around the strands of hair. You had to swallow back the audible gasp that rose in your throat when he suddenly turned his head and caught you staring.

You quickly looked down at your desk, scribbling nonsense in your notebook as if you'd been working away the whole class period - not daydreaming about his ring-clad fingers being wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your heart ramming against your ribcage as you willed the bell to ring, granting you a sweet escape into the sea of people that would flood the hallways, hiding you from the piercing doe eyes that were burning into you now.

You glanced back up momentarily to find Eddie still looking at you, a cheeky smirk sitting perfectly on his face. You blinked a few times, suddenly forgetting how to look away.

Hi he mouthed as Ms. O'Donnel drawled on about the book report assignment, rushing to push out details before the final bell rang.

You lifted your hand and waved discreetly as your cheeks began to burn.

His smile grew wider as he admired your shyness, something Eddie absolutely adored about you.

The bell rang and you thanked the Gods, hurrying to shove your books in your bag and get the hell out of there. You managed to slip out of the class before anyone else, speed walking to your locker to put your things away despite your first thought to just lug it all home to save time.

You shut the locker, your heart practically leaping from your chest as Eddie stood propped against the lockers behind it. You let out a small yelp that sent a chuckle straight through him.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said as he watched you with an amused grin. "I'm Eddie. We have English together," he says as he motions down the hall.

"Yeah, I know," you say hesitantly. "I'm-"

"Y/N," he finishes for you as he shakes your hand slowly, his cold rings pressing into your hand. "I know," he says as he squints his eyes with a grin.

Your name falling from his lips was a melody you could listen to on repeat. You were a little shocked that he knew your name, but the thought quickly vanished as your focus turned to how intently he was watching you.

You realize you're standing there like an idiot so you throw your bag over your shoulder, trying to appear less like a star-struck loser.

"Well, have a good day," You say awkwardly as you walk past him, taking a deep breath as you feel your nerve endings singe.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls as he jogs up next to you, walking with you down the hall to the large double doors to freedom.

You looked up at him with expectant eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Listen, I'm uh... I'm tanking O'Donnel's class. I really need a D so I can graduate next month," he says quietly, almost with shame in his voice. "Could we, I don't know, maybe study together? This book report is going to kick my ass,"

You stopped in your tracks as you stood outside of the school now, looking up as the sun beamed down on Eddie's frizzy hair. Of course he just wanted help with English. Now that made sense to you.

"Well, I guess I'm free... sure. Why not?" You say, looking down at your sneakers. What did you have to lose?

Eddie burst into an obnoxiously adorable display of excitement, jumping up on the ledge of the stairs to take a victory stance with his arms thrown in the air.

Your eyes were wide as you looked around, feeling the curious, judgmental looks of your peers on you now.

Eddie hopped back down and placed his hand on your back to lead you away from the busy entrance. "Shit, sorry," he whispered as he tried to shield you. You tried to hide the effect it had on you as you felt warmth travel through your whole body.

"Yours or mine?" Eddie asked, turning to walk backwards as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips to light it. "My uncle is away for a few days, so my place is pretty quiet."

You nodded, a nervousness creeping up the back of your neck when you thought of being alone with him. You mentally shook it out. No, you were just going to study. Eddie smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket to jingle them, jerking his head to point toward his van.

"M'lady," he said with a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door to let you in. You couldn't help but smile, which made Eddie's entire day.

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"So you're tellin' me this man slayed a dragon just to die like right after?" Eddie asked with exasperation, sat on his bed with books and papers scattered all around the both of you.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. "Something like that. Maybe we should read it again," you mused as he cocked his head to the side, observing the way your eyes squinted when you smiled really big.

You look up from your copy of Beowulf to catch him staring, the smile dropping from your face as you realized you were sitting in Eddie Munson's bed... With Eddie Munson. It was surreal, to say the least.

"Thanks again for your help," Eddie said as he put his pencil down and stretched, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt lifting to show his lower belly. You glanced away shyly as you pretended not to notice his happy trail.

You felt a sudden wave of confidence hit as your curiosity nagged in the back of your mind. "So why did you ask me to help you?"

Eddie smiled, looking down at his hands as he spun his rings.

"You're smart..." he said lowly, leaving it open like he had more to add. You waited, and he obliged. "And you're fascinating."

You felt your cheeks heating up again, looking away from him. "I'm not fascinating," you said with a soft laugh.

You felt movement on the bed as Eddie slid his books and papers out of the way, shifting closer to you.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you looked because, well, he told you to.

"You are fascinating. And you're beautiful. And you are all the things you tell yourself you're not," Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn't backing down until you agreed with him.

You struggled to maintain eye contact as you felt embarrassment rising to your cheeks once again.

He reaches out to place his hand on your face, furrowing his brow when you flinch at first.

"You okay?" He asks softly as you nod, leaning into his touch.

And with that, he leans forward on his knees, pulling you toward him gently to capture your lips in a longing kiss. You feel your head spin with intoxication and yearning, greed filling your senses as you want more, need more.

A soft moan leaves your throat as you lean up on your knees now, pressing your body into his as he wraps his arm firmly around your waist to hold you there.

You break the kiss as you look over his face, his eyes heavy with want as his other hand loses itself in your hair.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," you whisper as he presses a kiss to your jawline.

"God, me too," he says lowly as he kisses your lips again, his fingers running down the side of your neck.

You feel your core tightening as he holds you tightly, his tongue pushing past your teeth to dive into your mouth, swirling around your own as you feel arousal pooling in between your thighs.

Eddie slowly sinks back onto the bed, pulling you down with him so that you're laying on his chest.

He pulls away to run his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, his eyes darker now as you feel his cock hardening against your hip.

"So pretty," he says as he brushes your hair from your face, his eyes scanning over your features. "What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me anyway?" He says with a hushed laugh.

You sigh as you instinctively grind your hips against his, watching as his eyes roll back momentarily.

"Whatever," you laugh, shaking your head as he bucks his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt, as if to punish you for your comeback.

"You're out of my league, sweetheart. I had no idea I even had a shot with you," he said as you rolled your hips again, a groan slipped out of his throat and his fingers digging into your hips to hold you against him.

"I'm just... shy," you say as you look down at your hands bracing against his chest.

"I know. It's hot," he says with a smirk as he pulls you down to kiss you with vehemence, flipping you over on to your back.

You feel impatient as he slides his knee in between your legs, pushing your skirt up and granting you access to grind down on his thigh. You wiggle your hips, anxious for friction but still feel that empty ache you desperately need him to fill.

"Touch me, Eddie... Please," you whisper, grasping his shirt as you look up into his eyes.

"I don't want to push you too far," he says lowly as his eyes scan your body now. "God, I want you... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself,"

You grab his hand and slide it into your skirt, pressing his fingers against your wetness as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I don't want you to," you huff as your eyes gaze up at him sweetly.

It drives Eddie crazy, watching you pleasure yourself with his hand. His mouth falls open as you moan, pressing his digits down on your clit.

"We're gonna have so much fun together, princess," he says as he circles his fingers against your bud, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Eddie's lips crash into yours as he slips his fingers further into your folds, spreading your juices down so he can easily slip a finger inside of you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you throw your head back against the pillow, granting him perfect access to your throat. He sucks a purple bruise into the side, biting gently as he releases the skin, pumping his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.

You reach down and clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper until you finally make enough room to venture inside and grab ahold of him, hard and throbbing at your touch.

Eddie hisses as you squeeze the base before pumping your fist up and down slowly one time.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask, Eddie quickly nodding as he leans over to find one in his night stand.

He leans back to kick his jeans off before rolling on the contraceptive, an erotic display as he fists his own length a few times to stretch out the latex.

His eyes meet yours again as he gazes down at you: a panting, anticipating mess laid before him. With your skirt pushed up around your waist, he helps you slip off your panties before tossing them off to the side somewhere and letting out a shaky exhale as he leans down above you.

"You okay?" He asks, searching your face with his lovely doe eyes.

You admire his softness, nodding quickly as you pull him in for a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock.

You gasp as he stretches you open, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes your head fuzzy. Eddie moans lowly as he fills you, lowering his torso down against yours as he bottoms out. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he slides his arms under your back to hold you.

"You're so tight, baby," he pants, trying hard to keep still so he doesn't rush you before you're ready. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, Eddie, please don't stop" you whine, shifting your hips to feel him move slightly.

Eddie shudders as your walls clench around him, gently moving his hips to see if you're in pain. You squeeze his shoulders, letting out a sound of pleasure that rips straight through his core.

He finally starts to thrust into you, groaning as he pulls out and stuffs himself back in, unable to be still any longer.

He sets a pace that makes you want to drool, lazily snapping his hips so he goes deep deep deeper each time, pulling you onto his cock with his grip on the back of your neck.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks with a low growl, his eyes roaming your parted mouth and heavy eyelids. "Hm? I saw you watching me in class," he continues, clenching his jaw as he quickens his pace, pulling louder moans from your chest. "But you weren't just watching me... you wanted me, didn't you? You wanted me inside of you, princess?"

You cry out as he slams into you the deepest he has yet, piercing your cunt as he nudges your g-spot, forcing you to see stars as he kisses you jawline. "My sweet, shy girl... not so shy now, are you?"

"Eddie, I- I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he pounds you into his mattress.

Eddie lets out a chuckle as he watches you with awe, writhing beneath him. He pumps harder, your eyes rolling back as he tests you to see what makes you tick. "You want it harder, baby?"

You whimper a yes, unable to form anything coherent as you wrap your legs around his hips to get him in even further. He slips an arm under your knee, hooking your leg up over his elbow as he slides even deeper, hitting you at an angle that makes you want to cry.

He's railing you now as you snake your hands into his gorgeous hair, pulling his head back as he lets out a deep groan, encouraging him as he slams his hips into yours.

"That's it, princess, cum all over me," he says as he slips his hand down to play with your clit, his thumb expertly rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You force your eyes open to look at him, his jaw clenched as he thrusts in and out of you wildly, his eyes focused on your pussy as he watches himself fuck you with knitted brows.

He glances up to see you staring, sliding his free hand up around your throat. You gasp as his cool rings press in against your warm skin, cutting off just enough air that you feel dizzy. You feel your whole body tense as your pussy locks around him, your thighs trembling as you cry out his name.

"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he rams into you a final time, shooting his hot load into the condom.

He falls down on top of you as his moans mix with heavy panting, carefully shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He lifts his head after a moment, his big eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss as he looks at you.

"That was fun," he says with a chuckle.

"You need help with any other classes?" You ask breathlessly as Eddie breaks into laughter, his head falling back down on your chest. You both giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.

"You can teach me whatever, whenever," he says as he looks back up at you. You watch as his smile fades, his face becoming more serious as he examines your face.

"Be mine."

Your breath catches in your throat as you give him an appalled look. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh, thinking he had to be joking.

"Be mine, princess," He says again, his eyes looking over you with possession.

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End ♡

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Yellow | Draco Malfoy

Hey lovelies, here’s another Draco. I don’t know why but right now he’s all I have the motivation to write for. I hope you don’t mind! 

Description: Y/n and Draco falling in love with the color yellow and each other

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: It’s a little angsty, a little smutty, very fluffy, and way too long

Word count: 6k

Tags: FLUFF, angst at times, the ending hints at smut

Tag list: @fashionably-crying​ , @draconisxcaput​

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Yellow. Sunshine, flowers, freshly pressed gold. Everything that’s eternally happy and pure and good. 

Yellow. Sickness, potions gone bad, poison. Bile when there’s nothing left to throw up. 

Yellow. Kissing, and fighting, and doing. The color of life itself.

The color of the pumpkins growing in Professor Sprout’s greenhouse and of her nails as she writes notes on information long ingrained in her memory.

“Can anyone tell me the name for what is in front of you all right now?” Professor Sprout’s jolly voice rings through the greenhouse and you can’t help but smile as you raise your hand.

Sprout nods at you, a smile on her face too, knowing quite well that you’ll tell her what she wanted to hear and more.

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“Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii” | 1859 | carved by Randolph Rogers 🌬

𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ⋅𖥔⋅ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

—pairings: eddie munson x sunshine!female!reader

—summary: after meeting y/n, eddie feels he needs to protect her.

—warnings: mutual pining, eddie being a terrified mess but also a pining idiot for 2.8k words because there’s nothing softer.

—word count: 2.8k

—additional notes: posting this before i go to work so i hope whoever reads enjoys, comments and reblogs always appreciated </33

Eddie had already been terrified enough, hiding from everyone in an attempt to escape from inevitable arrest, if they found a girl in his school year dead in his trailer, he was sure he would be the first suspect. But the fear he felt only heightened when he heard the rustle of car wheels break outside the house he was resided in.

So, when he moved to lay underneath the tarp in the boathouse, he tried to control his shaking upon the door creaking open with uninvited voices joining the party. He held his breath, refusing to utter a sound in fear of being caught.

However, he inhales a sharp breath when the end of the tarp starts getting poked, two voices bickering from outside and Eddie clutches his makeshift weaponised bottle closer to his chest as he awaits to attack in hopes he could escape, unsure of where he would even go next.

The rustling stopped, and he lets his mind focus for a moment while the voices continue across the small room. Deciding that while they’re distracted, he’ll attack and then make a run for it, Eddie whips the tarp off and aims for the first person he can see.

Streams of screaming enters the room as he pushes the frame against the boathouse wall, holding the cracked bottle up to his neck while he fights against his grip. He can hear his name being shouted, feeling like far away in the distance, but as it continues on through his deep breathing, he turns when it suddenly starts to sound familiar.

“It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?” he glances back to Steve in front, but by how frightened Eddie was, he doesn’t loosen his grip on the man’s shoulder or of his bottle, even when he whispers back, “right, yeah.”

Steve’s told to drop the oar and Eddie hears the battering from beside him, causing him to jump while pressing the bottle further against Steve’s skin, threatening to penetrate it. His breath is ragged and rushed as he listens to Dustin continue to use assurance against him while Steve’s whispering, “I’m cool, man. I’m cool.”

“What are you doing here?” he finally asks, “we’re looking for you,” responds Dustin. “We’re here to help you,” his threatened yet feared expression drops at the unfamiliar voice, head turning back to face the group, only to now see the figures behind Dustin.

Max, who he knew as his neighbour, Robin, who he was also acquainted to, and quite possibly the most beautiful person he had ever seen beside her. Her voice was soft, far more assuring than Dustin’s and calmed Eddie’s nerves all the while looking at her indulgent gaze, a feeling of non-judgement and tenderness packed into one.

His breathing was heavy, yet he was sure Steve could hear it steady as Dustin begins to introduce them, “Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” He feels more relaxed when Dustin points to her, while she makes a weak attempt of imitating a trumpet.

“This is Max. The one who never wants to play D&D,” and she sends a small wave in return, “… and who’s that?” Eddie asks without a beat, nodding towards the girl on the end who smiles at him softly, even when his tone sounded harsh, “this is Y/n. I’ve told you about her before.”

Right. The sunshine and rainbow girl, Eddie thinks, remembering how Dustin and Mike would always refer to her as. His eyes lightly scan down her frame, a dress adorning her and almost making him instantly dizzy as he loses focus.

“Eddie.” His eyes abruptly snap back to Dustin upon his voice, “we’re on your side.” He realises he still has a grip against Steve and listens as the group all begin to swear on Dustin’s mother, the voices around him overwhelming him as he hesitantly moves away from Steve, his grip faltering as he walks to the side to slide down the wall.

Flashbacks of Chrissy’s death continue to haunt Eddie’s mind, what was supposed to be a minor and confidential drug deal with the cheerleader in his year, turned into quite possibly the worst moment of his life. He didn’t do anything and has no idea what happened but the images from back at the trailer continue to appear and cause tears to well up in his eyes, as they have been ever since he has went in hiding.

His hands were shaking atop his lap as he rests against the wall, hardly noticing Dustin’s crouch until he felt his hand near the bottle in his grip, pulling it away from him. He shakes his head at Dustin’s continued assurance, knowing if he told them what he saw, they would bid him crazy.

“We want to know what happened,” he closes his eyes upon Robin’s words, allowing the tears to escape and float down his cheeks and as he sniffles before turning back to the group, “you won’t believe me.” Everyone is around him, Steve sitting over the side as he holds his neck, but Eddie quickly shifts his glance back to Y/n, the way she looked at him, comforting and with assurance, only caused him to do so, allowing them to hear about everything.

From that moment on, Eddie grew not only a liking to Y/n but a flourishing fondness for her whenever the group were present to help him. Dustin and Mike were right, she was all sunshine and the immense fear he felt living in that house himself as a wanted man would vanish into thin air the second they arrived, Y/n sporting her wide and kind smile.

The moment there was sudden noise from out-with the boathouse, Eddie would try to rush them into leaving, hand reaching for Y/n’s arm to move her away anxiously while a guilty wave washes over his frame from dragging them into this.

Eddie thought he must’ve looked crazy, flinching at any noise that weren’t within the group, wide-eyed and forcing as much food and drink down his throat whenever they brought more over. There couldn’t have been a worse time for Y/n to meet him, an innocent man terrified while on the run from being framed with murder.

But she never showed judgement. Y/n was always smiling at him, whenever he would get too anxious, her hand would fall atop his to gently bring him back down, offering to always talk when he needed. And when he would watch them leave, walking back to Steve’s car down the path, Eddie would yearn for her until they return.

However, it didn’t take long until they were together almost all the time. Just not in a way Eddie would want. When he thought his situation couldn’t get more complicated and anxiety-building, Jason and his group found him which led him escaping to Skull Rock where he awaited his friend's return.

Which directed them to devising a plan, and suddenly he was taking Y/n’s hand to help her steadily step upon the boat's wooden panels as they collectively search for the open gate. Once they were down the lake, Eddie tears his glance from the children by the ground afar and toward the large open lake, wondering how and why he got into the position he was in at that moment, while they await Steve’s return from searching underwater.

Eddie’s focus diminishes for a moment too long, eyes flickering to follow the white glittering water rippling across from the reflection of the moon above, yet his mind far from in front of him. But before it can get too distant, before he finds himself backtracking too long and sending himself into a spiral, a hand lands on his knee.

He tenses beneath the touch, head refusing to move in acknowledgement but his eyes glancing in wonder from the water and to his jeans, and nearly falls back off the boat and into the water when Y/n’s breath grazes his cheek, whispering into his ear, “hey, don’t stray too far from us.”

“Hm?” Eddie murmurs, nudging his head to the side and close to Y/n. She giggles lowly, trying to keep quiet but Eddie notices Robin’s glance their way before smirking knowingly at Nancy, her knee bouncing anxiously as Nancy gazes at her watch.

“You looked like you were far away in thought.”

“Oh, yeah,” he drags out the ‘yeah’ with a deep rasp, “I mean, just thinking about how selling a cheerleader some weed leads me to running away from cops and also my own sanity as well as hearing about this real-life d and d shit. Does stuff to a guy, you know?”.

Y/n nods, Eddie watching her expression as she does so, flitting from the little hairs against her forehead straying from the wind and down to her lips which tug upwards in a soft, kind smile. Eddie really wanted to kiss her. And with the way this was going down, he might take a chance, given the life-threatening ordeal he was dealing with.

How could someone so innocent and full of optimism and sunshine be involved with this entire upside-down world, fighting off monsters alongside Steve Harrington and Dustin through these years he sat idly caring about Dungeons and Dragons.

To Eddie, Y/n was an extraordinary person, a masterpiece to the eyes, her personality and forgiven nature a saint in disguise. Not even the sun was as bright to Eddie, not as soon as she stepped through that door, beside her friends to protect him.

But he wanted to protect her, it should be the other way around, right?

Eddie was the metal head, and Y/n was the angel. That’s how it works.

And a nasty, gut feeling settles across Eddie’s stomach as he realises their situation. Wanting to protect her, and here they were, apparently above a gate to this other dimension where God-knows what is controlled by the master puppet, Vecna. And she sat beside him in that very boat crossing the lake.

“I can imagine,” Y/n’s words snapped Eddie from his minds attempt to escape once again, and he furrows his brows from nearly forgetting what they were talking about. “Say, could you— I mean obviously once we’re all out of this Vecna thing— which I hope is soon—” Eddie’s lips quirk into a smirk as he leans his head down to Y/n’s level, elbow nudging hers teasingly, “spit it out, buttercup. We don’t have long, you know?”.

Y/n chuckles quickly at his teasing words, “could you teach me Dungeons and Dragons? I mean only if you’d like to, of course! Lucas said he’d teach me, but I get the feeling Eddie Munson would be a greater teacher at it.”

Eddie could have died happily over-the-moon at that moment. Forget the Vecna shit, the gates and running from the law. Fuck all of that when the girl he already adores, eyes prettily looking at his own, is asking him to teach her his game.

He nearly, just nearly, lets his mind wander once again, wanting to picture Y/n in a Hellfire shirt from the second she had asked the question.

How could Eddie say no? In what world did she think he would?

“Give me your size and you’ll have the Hellfire shirt in the snap of a finger, sunshine,” Eddie watches as Y/n’s body language visibly flusters, eyes snapping from his and to her lap, trying to contain her smile as lines arch across the corner of her lips, shifting in her spot with excited glee.

Robin tears her watch from the pining pair and towards Nancy, speaking through her scared sigh, “where we at, Wheeler?”. Nancy glances back up at their friend after checking her watch, Eddie and Y/n dropping their conversation to focus, “closing in on a minute.”

“Okay.”

They all go silent, awaiting the return of Steve anxiously and Eddie leans his lower back against the boat while they all watch the water, his arm dropping to rest behind Y/n. But before Eddie can get too comfortable, a sudden burst of noise causes them all to flinch as Steve jumps from the water.

“Oh, Christ!” Eddie’s the only one to yell as the rest exclaim in fright, Y/n holding her chest while they all catch their breath. Listening to Steve explain what he saw, the snack-sized gate hidden at the bottom of the lake.

However, before much more can be discussed, Steve’s pulled under, only shortly as his hands that grip the edge of the boat pull him back up. “Steve…” Y/n eerily trails off, everyone confused and looking around.

“Yeah?”

“Get back on the boat.”

 “Yeah, good call.”

Steve starts to lift his body out of the water, hand reaching for Y/n’s extended one but just as they graze, he’s submerged within the water again. His whole body being brought below in one firm pull, and he’s suddenly nowhere in sight.

This time they all scream, Steve’s name flown into the late-night empty air as they all lean over the boat to frantically search for any sign of him. Yet, while a glittery glint crosses the water, the lake is pitch black beneath, unable to get proper sight of anything unless underwater yourself.

“We have to go in!” Y/n exclaims between all their shouting, Eddie body jerking atop the boat frantically as his eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean ‘we have to go in’? Like hell are we going in.” Eddie’s hand wraps around Y/n’s upper arm, pulling her back when she stands up, both girls shouting towards Nancy who towers her body above the water.

Before they knew it, Nancy was jumping under the water, leaving with a quick ‘just wait here’. And Eddie is suddenly yelling again as they watch the next person dive beneath the water.

“Y/n, for the love of Christ, will you sit down? you’re freaking me the fuck out!” Eddie’s grip tugs Y/n who’s still standing on the rocking boat. Y/n refuses to budge, mind reeling as she debates following swiftly behind Nancy, but before she can decide, Eddie’s loud voice booms once more, “Robin, no, no, no, no!”.

Y/n looks to her side where Robin perches against the edge, testing Eddie’s patience as she falls backwards into the open water to follow Nancy towards the other gate, nodding to Y/n before she leaned back.

This time Eddie’s grip tightens against Y/n’s arm and he fears he may bruise her, but he refuses to let go in fear she’ll not only put herself in danger but leave him alone. It’s protective. The way Eddie tries to keep only her by his side and above the water, but if Y/n falls beneath the sheet of water, Eddie knows he will immediately be following behind.

“Eddie,” Y/n’s voice cuts in, Eddie already knowing what she’s going to say with a fast, ‘no’ following. “Let go of me,” but Eddie pulls her towards him in an attempt to sit her down, but her legs only shift back, refusing to bend down, and she nearly falls off the boat. Eddie freaks out, hand leaving her bicep to rest against her back so she doesn’t topple over and he puffs out shaky breaths as they go silent.

“Don’t leave me alone, can’t let you go down there,” Eddie ushers, desperate and scared, voice rushed and unhappy. “They’re my friends, I’m sorry,” Y/n looks behind her, locking eyes with Eddie’s dark pupils, begging her to stick to his side.

Ever the actress, Eddie watches as her eyes glance to behind him, widening in fear as she gasps, “Dustin! What are you doing here?”. Eddie’s quick to react, turning to the open water behind him as he believes he’ll catch his younger friend swimming towards the boat, only to be met with a blank view.

Eddie’s eyes close in pent up anger as he hears a splash, not having to see to know Y/n’s tricked him into letting her go. Causing Eddie to shout, loud and clear into the night as he stands from his spot, facing the way Y/n left.

“Goddamn it, lying son of a… bitch!”

Why did he like someone so caring and ready to put herself in danger for others, willing to lie right to his face in order to escape his grip? Why did he like Y/n when he knew the second any danger arises, he was now more-than-willing to fall headfirst in attempts to protect her?

But that’s exactly why he did like her, Eddie’s mind reeling in increasing fear as the seconds pass too quickly in his head, muttering ‘this is so stupid’ repeatedly as he grips the boat while tumbling over. Headfirst into the life-threatening scenario.

Oh, yes. Eddie thought, he was definitely going to kiss her the second he crossed this gate. As he swam down the water behind Y/n’s disappearing frame, it was as clear as day to him.

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🖤 - praise and size kink with remus the night before a full moon. You don't have to do it if you don't want to!

I researched a bit for these headcannons, and I hope they've turned out alright 😏😏

Warnings: +18 only, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, fingering, rough sex.

Remus has a hard time controlling his most carnal instincts the night before the full moon.

You know that he's a werewolf, but it bothers you why he pushes you away the day before the full moon. You don't understand.

So one day, you confront him, and he's still hesitant, "It's hard for me the day before."

Insisting that you want to help him, that you want to be beside him, you finally persuade Remus and he says you can come over the next evening.

"But I want you to leave if you ever become uncomfortable."

Not understanding his concern, you nod anyway, happy to know that you'll be beside your boyfriend during his hard times.

Everything starts out perfectly normal, you were munching on some takeover, drinking some wine listening to some music Remus had put on.

But as time passes you notice Remus starting to become restless, constantly fidgeting and moving around the room, excusing himself to the bathroom far too many times.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes have something carnal in them, something feral, "I want you so bad, baby girl."

It's completely normal, you have a very active sex life so you don't think anything is out of place. You move towards him, and Remus flinches, holding his hands up.

"No, you don't understand, I won't be able to control myself."

And you can feel your body humming as a response, "Then don't."

All control that he had instantly evaporates, and in a flash, he's on top of you, pinning you against the sofa with his body, his hands roaming everywhere as he attacks your mouth.

You can't help the moan escape your lips when his large hands envelope yours and pull them above your head, holding them in place with one as the other starts ripping off your clothes.

"I love how you wriggle underneath me, so helpless and powerless."

He gropes you and bites you, creating marks all across your body, to let the world know who you belong to.

When he rubs his cock against your aching entrance, you whimper, begging him to push in.

"Please, I need you. You feel amazing when you're inside of me."

"Tell me how you feel," he growls, letting go of your hands and uses his long fingers to play with your clit. You've never seen him like this, so demanding, so feral.

"it feels like it's my first time whenever you fuck me. You're so big."

He pushes a finger in and you moan louder.

"Tell me more."

"You're so big Remus, you fill me up so much it hurts."

His finger is gone and before you can protest, he's pushing in, slowly easing himself into your entrance.

"I'm not even all the way in and look how you're whimpering. So small and tight."

He loves how tiny you are, how he can easily grab you, change positions, lift you without even breaking a sweat.

Every single time, he has held himself back when he enters your tight, wet cunt, but today he doesn't have an ounce of control left within him.

He loves to rip you open, watch you furrow your brows, trying to adjust to his length.

"That's it, take it like the good girl you are. You look so pretty with my cock buried deep in your cunt. So beautiful."

You're a sobbing mess when he starts fucking you with a pace you've never known he was capable of before.

He loves to see the outline of his hard cock through your stomach as he moves in and out of you.

"Such a good little girl," he grunts and you almost come by his words alone.

Remus fucks you mercilessly for hours until you both grow tired from the multiple orgasms you've both had. He falls asleep, and you decide you're never leaving him alone again the day before a full moon.

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