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hii ^.^ Im heavily obsessed with fics that have something to do with angst, so i’m requesting sensitive! reader getting into a heated argument with Eddie which causes her to cry. This is something I relate to so it would be wonderful if you could do something like this!!

Hiiiiii!! I hope i did your request justice.. icl im not the best at writing angst but i swear i rlly did try with this one!!

A/n: Also a bit of background info, Chance ( a character mentioned in the story) is just a background character in Stranger Things season 4. He’s just so cute and i like him a lot. He and reader are just friends i swear. he doesn’t like her in that way dw!!

He’s so babygirl oml 😭^^… anyways.

Forgotten | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Sensitive!Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Mean!Eddie (it’s justified), Jealousy, platonic!ChancexReader, Mentions of the basketball club, fluff, reader is referred to as a “princess”, Kinda Mean!Gareth and Mean!Jeff (it’s just for the plot pls don’t come for me).

Face it Eds, she’s just not coming.” Jeff spoke, patting him on the shoulder. They had sat waiting for Y/n for 15 minutes now. Eddie’s face displayed an expression of anger, almost as if to say “Shut the fuck up!”

“Maybe realised that you guys are too different, and she’s embarrassed to hang out with us.” Gareth laughed, obviously joking. Eddie didn’t see it that way. He rolled his eyes, a rather rude comment on the tip of his tongue that was quickly extinguished as Dustin pleaded for the campaign to begin. Eddie played it cool the rest of the night, hoping the guys were wrong and that she had just stayed at home that night and been unable to call.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Y/n wasn’t at home; she was in fact a few doors down, cheering on her friends at the basketball game.

As the night ended, Y/n and Chance made their way to his car, excited smiles on their faces as the cool night air swirled around them. “I can’t believe we won!” She exclaimed, adrenaline flowing through her as the thrill of the Tigers win coursed through her veins. “I’ve not seen a shot like that since.. well ever.” Chance smiled, running a hand through his dark hair as he reminisced about Lucas’ legendary winning shot during the final seconds of the game. He giggled at the excitement of his best friend, his smile only growing. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked, fumbling in his pocket for his car keys. She quickly waved him off, explaining that one of the girls had already offered to take her home. He smiled, and embraced her in a hug before jogging back to the guys to kickstart their celebratory party.

“Y/n?”

Her ears perked up at his voice and and she turned toward her boyfriend, seeing a somewhat defeated look on his face. “Eddie? What are you doing here, if i knew you were coming i wouldn’t have asked Tina to drive me home.” she giggled, hopping into his van and moving to hug him. Eddie shrank away from her, shuffling back against the door. “Eds? What’s wrong?”

“You missed it.” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap. She gazed at him, confusion in her expression. “What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to get him to meet her eyes. He turned his face away from her, attempting to hide the way his eyes glossed with tears.

“The DnD campaign? Y’know, the one i have been talking about nonstop for weeks.” Suddenly it dawned on her. She realised what he was talking about.

“Hey, i’m sorry. It’s just that this game was important to Chance and the campaign totally slipped my mind.” she explained, reaching a hand out to touch his face, he moved away from her again. Her brows furrowed as she pouted. “Yeah well this campaign was important to me y/n. It was really fucking important and you blew me off for some guy.” He responded, his voice raising slightly as he refused to look at her.

“Chance isn’t just some guy Eddie! We have been friends since we were in diapers, you can’t just expect me to ignore all my friends for you.” she scoffed, how could he say such a thing? He finally looked her in the eyes, his sadness turned to anger at her words. “I’m not asking you to ignore your friends! I’m asking you to act like i’m your boyfriend because i’m not sure if you noticed, but i am!” He seethed. Her bottom lip shook as her eyes began to gloss over with tears.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch as you pour all your love and attention into your friends and leave none for me? You don’t even look at me in school, we only talk at night, it’s like all this is some bullshit game to you. When you’re sick of being a pretty princess with all your cool friends and your big ass house you come to me to get away from it all, like im some sort of distraction! Well newsflash Sweetheart, I’m a real person with real fucking feelings!” She had never seen him like this before. Sure Eddie could get loud and expressive but this was something else. Everything he said burned into her heart, his words causing her eyes to well with tears and her hands to tremble in her lap.

“Are you embarrassed by me, by us?” he mumbled, his anger reverting back to sadness. He turned to face her, and as a tear rolled down her cheek, a tidal wave of guilt flooded through him.

“Baby I-“

“Is that what you think? You think i’m embarrassed by you?” she murmured, her voice wavering as her head hung low. He reached out to cup her cheek, an apology on his lips. She flinched away from him, tears streaming down her warmed cheeks.

“I’m not ashamed of us! You are the only guy who i’ve been with that lets me be myself, my true, authentic self. I can’t do the things i do, or say the things i say with you with anyone else, Eddie! We only talk at night because I have to pretend to be this perfect girl all day and it’s the only time i feel free from my life. And I don’t talk to you in school because im afraid of what those guys will do to you if they find you with me! I do everything i do because i love you and i love being with you Eddie Munson. I have never been embarrassed by you. Never.” She ended with a choked sob, her shoulders quivering as she cried into her hands, the tears wetting the hem of her sweater. She reached for the door handle, ready to leave, before a calloused hand fell on top of hers.

Eddie placed his other hand under her chin, his thumb wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m so sorry Sweetheart. I was just hurt that you forgot about me tonight and i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I should’ve talked to you properly, y’know, not like a madman.” he chuckled at the last bit, attempting to lighten the sullen mood that had befallen them. She smiled softly, sniffling as the tears continued to stain her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way?” she mumbled, avoiding his gazed despite it being laced with love and affection for her. His smile dimmed a little, his thumb resting just under her left eye.

“I was afraid if i ever brought it up my worst fears would be confirmed.” he said, a sad smile gracing his pink lips. “What? That you’re guitar was stolen?” she joked, her heart swelling at the soft giggle that emitted from his lips. “No. That the only girl i’ve actually properly cared about didn’t love me the way i loved her.” his eyes found hers, the dim light of his van making them sparkle as the hues of brown swirled in his irises. She was taken aback by not only his beauty but the genuine love that poured from his words and seeped into the very core of her being. “I love you Eddie Munson. I don’t care whether you’re a basketball player or a loser that plays DnD, You’re my Eddie. And no amount of popularity is gonna change that.” she whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, their lips almost touching. He stared down at her lips for a moment before connecting them to his own, all his love for her seeping through the kiss. They moved slowly together, savouring the taste of one another, her hands quickly finding solace in the softness of his cheeks and jaw.

As they parted for air, Eddie placed another soft kiss to the back of her hand, look up at her, a gentleness in his tender gaze. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings baby. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I know how easily word’s affect you and i’m so, so sorry for not thinking. Can you forgive me sweetheart?” he pleaded, placing another kiss to her hand before moving to placed their foreheads together. The smell of her shampoo and the softness of her skin annexed his senses and blurred his mind with the thought of her.

She pressed a simple kiss to the apple of his cheek, mumbling a quiet “You are forgiven” before encapsulating him in another breath taking kiss.

“But don’t ever yell at me again Munson.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Baby.”

Felix Catton the type of guy to suck breast during sex. like he just wants to be as intimate and close to you as he can and he also loves touching and kissing every part of you. like he 100% one day was kissing down towards the boob area and sucked a little and decided he liked it

mdni! 18+

Felix sucking brest??? i think the fuck yes. I mean felix has an oral fixation why wouldn’t he wanna suck a lil tittie? (i severely apologise for my lack of activity… school is killing me rn)

it started off as gentle and soft kisses on your tits, little kitten licks to your nipples. he would lick up the crevice between them, rubbing his cheek against your chest as if he were trying to nuzzle his way into your ribcage and make a home in your heart. he wants you, he needs you.

he would leave burning bruises on the area above your breast, his other hand making sure to entertain your remaining tit. how could he ignore them? they were so beautiful, so soft and warm and oh so kissable.

the first time he really indulged himself, the two of your were lazily making out, felix right arm wrapped round your waist, the other resting on your right boob, squeezing and rubbing at the soft skin. he focused almost primarily on your breasts, kneading the flesh, looking down as if he wanted to say something. you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, his eyes instantly coming to look at you. he looked dazed and desperate, so needy and unfulfilled. he wanted something but he didn’t know how to ask.

“what the problem baby?” his eyes seem to shimmer at the nickname, his hips buck upward gently into your leg, a soft groan wantonly escaping his soft pink lips. “what is it my love?” you ask again, running your hand down to his cheek and bringing him closer to your chest. that almost killed him. your boobs pressed right up against his face, he could smell yoyr scent, so intoxicating so sweet.

“can i suck your tits please? i promise i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you.”, he pleaded, eyes so full of love and adoration. he looked so pretty begging for you, begging to taste you. how could you deny him. “its okay fi, you can have a taste.” he latched onto you immediately after, his lips so softly sucking at your nipple. after that he couldn’t get enough. it was like there was nothing else going through his mind, the taste of your boobs encapsulated him. he sucked almost feverishly, as if he had been anticipating that very moment, and perhaps he had.

it felt almost too good, the warmth of his tongue so soothing against the skin of your tits. his teeth gently bite the hardened bud sending shockwaves through your body, your skin tingling with excitement and pleasure. his big, hand massaging and teasing your other nipple. he looked up at you, eyes so full of love and warmth. god it could have made you cum right there and then.

You cradled his head in your hand, your fingers laced in his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, making him nuzzle into your touch. The moment was so intimate it almost didn’t feel sexual. he swapped over to your other nipple, he almost laid fully on top of your body, gently rutting his hips against your thigh. he whimpered and whined quietly, the plush soft skin of your tits and the friction of his boxers on his cock made his sweet little head fuzzy and clouded with you. You. You. if you tried to touch him he’d whine. he doesn’t give a fuck about how he feels he just wants to be close to you. he could (and probably would) suck on your tits all day if you let him. the two of you laid grinding against each other as felix indulged himself in the sweetness of your breasts, his head in the clouds, not a care in the world.

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Needy

One shot

sub Art Donaldson x dom reader - smut

This was so fun to write! I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think it genuinely means so much just getting one comment - also if you want to be tagged in all future Art x reader fics let me know <33

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“You can’t be serious.”

It was Art…again. Ever since you’d slept together he’d been knocking on your door more and more. The confusing thing was that his visits didn’t concern sex, he’d want help with things - little things like finding his phone or keys. When that got ridiculous to redo he started faking illnesses, some more convincing than others, asking you for medicines or bandages. Now here he was again, puppy dog eyes gazing at you - desperate for some glimmer of hope or affection. How you pitied him.

“Patrick beat me again.” His eyes turned to the floor.

“Is that supposed to impress me?”

No part of you was surprised, Art had been getting beaten by everyone recently. You’d stopped coming to his games to save yourself the embarrassment. The boy needed pushing, or motivating somehow. You looked at his little head, bowed in shame like a dog. “Come in then.” He practically jumped at that.

Once Art had gotten comfy, sitting cross legged in his shorts on your bed awaiting orders, you sighed. “You can’t keep letting Pat beat you, coming here and looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You took in his slightly flushed cheeks, his doe eyes under the pile of blonde curls and the slight craning of his neck to show he was listening.

“Like that.”

Art smiled a smile you almost returned but couldn’t quite bring yourself to. He was demanding to be lead on - begging for it. Well, you wouldn’t.

“If I’d known you were gonna be this needy I’d never have fucked you.”

His smile didn’t falter at that. He was annoyingly positive sometimes, full of complaints when he wanted attention but never cross when he was being told off. Art just wasn’t one for giving up. You shrugged off your jacket and sat next to him on the bed, ignoring the way his eyes admired every inch of you.

“I’m glad you did.” Art grinned, feeling proud as he remembered you stripping in front of him and swallowing his cum as he whimpered. He saw it as his greatest achievement, far more impressive than any dusty tennis trophy. All he wanted, more than Wimbledon - more than fame more than anyone was you. You consumed him, you had since first year. Since he first plucked up the courage to ask you to a Stanford party and your friendship with Patrick had given him a doorway. One he refused to step out of.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, staring at your face in awe - his hand edging towards your own on the bed. You felt something at how earnest he was, something akin to warmth but something you couldn’t deal with just yet. “Careful.” You warned. “Just think before you speak.”

Art shook his head, moving closer to you. “Mmm, can’t. Not around you.” God, he was cute when he was desperate. His little wriggly movements, his wide eyes and puffy lips. He’s probably hard already, you thought trying not to smile. Poor baby, it had been a week since you’d touched him and for Art a week of pure longing. He’d touched himself to the thought of your kisses so much he’d forgotten how to finish without you in his head. Without the flashing images of your lips round his cock or your grin at his moans he felt nothing.

Sensing a ‘no’ coming, Art did what he did best. He begged. “Please,” he moved your hair off your ear to kiss under it. “I miss you.” You asked him how that was even possible when he’d been practically living in your room but time meant nothing to this star player. A second without you was a second too long. “Need you now mommy…please.” Your stomach flipped at the honorific, how it dripped off his tongue so deliciously. It suited him. You wanted him to say it again.

Before you could say anything Art was planting eager kisses up and down your neck. You let him, told yourself you were giving him a much needed win but really you were loving it. With Art so preoccupied with your neck you could safely squeeze your thighs together. You both knew how desperate he was to fuck you again, everyone knew. Patrick knew. His trainer. Your trainer. Everyone in a 10 mile radius. What you didn’t both know was how likely it was to happen again if he’d only beg a little more.

To Art’s dismay you gently pushed him off you, looking into his pleading blue eyes trying not to break. “You realise I’m not your girlfriend right?” It was harsh but a fair question. The boy seemed unsure. When he didn’t answer you narrowed your eyes. “Because I’m not fucking you if you answer wrong.” Suddenly the tent in Art’s pants hardened and his pupils grew a few millimetres. He got all wriggly, like an animal caught in a trap. A horny, desperate one.

“You’re not my girlfriend.” Art sighed but it was clear he was still hoping for your approval. He knew it should disgust him, how much he craved and desired it, but it didn’t. Your hand on his thigh only spurred him on, reminding him that he’d follow you anywhere and that he’d be or do anything for you. Anything you asked.

“Art,” you could tell he’d retreated into his head. Nothing a hand down his shorts wouldn’t fix. “I need you to relax okay?” Art melted into your touch and at the gentleness of your voice, the care in it. You found his cock immediately, hard and desperate, and felt the weight of it in your hand for a moment. If you’d been feeling mean you’d have teased him but something told you if you didn’t touch him now he’d cry.

As your hand worked its magic Art closed his eyes, leaning his head ever so slightly back. He needed this and fuck did he look angelic taking it. His little breaths and fluttering lashes spurred you on. It didn’t take long for him to start bucking up into your touch desperate for you to go faster. You refused, ceasing your movements to pull him with both hands into a kiss. He practically gasped when your tongue entered his mouth but that was followed by a moan at the intrusion. He tasted like spearmint.

“You’re so,” you gasped in between kissing him. “Fucking cute.” Art felt charged up at your compliment. You usually avoided giving them out finding it easier to show your affection rather than state it. He treasured those moments where you let slip how much you really liked him.

“Mmmm!” He was close you could tell.

“You gonna cum for me?”

Art started nodding aggressively, eyes closed and hips bucking.

“You can’t wait till you’re inside?” You cooed in that patronising tone he found so sexy and hurtful. Art tried to think straight, though his body was betraying him as it chased the orgasm you were yet to give. You asked him again, playing nice, and it sunk in the second time. Art stopped bucking. He stopped moving at all. All he could do was watch in a mixture of sorrow and excitement as you let his cock go.

“Take your shirt off.”

Art knew an order meant sex was on the table - not even on the table it was guaranteed to happen. He didn’t let on how gleeful he felt at that fact, instead he obediently threw his t-shirt off. It landed in the pile of clothes on your floor but his eyes didn’t linger for long, they couldn’t not when you were taking your own shirt off. Art gulped at the sight of your bare chest, your tits that begged to be kissed and sucked and the line of your neck and shoulders. God he was obsessed with you, truly he felt almost in love.

Art’s mind raced with possibilities. Were you going to let him eat you out? Sit on his face? Were you simply going to straddle him without any foreplay and sink your warm, wet pussy down onto him? His cock twitched at the image. You hiked up your skirt and let him hurriedly pull down your soaked panties with wide eyed. He couldn’t believe that was for him - because of him. The most beautiful woman in the world is turned on…because of me.

“You’re so b-“

You promptly shut him up by sinking down onto him, his eyes grew even wider with shock. No warning, no words just pure lust. Art was inside you again, finally, and it felt so good he thought he could cum already. “Shit…” he moaned and you hadn’t even started to move. His size was an adjustment, especially seeing as you hadn’t let him pleasure you beforehand, but you felt deliciously full. Full and smug.

“I might just stay here,” you teased, rocking your hips painfully slowly. “Forever.” It was torture for Art, your painstakingly light movements and your gleeful smirk. You both knew what teasing him did to you - how powerful it made you feel. “Mommy…”

“I’m right here.” You cooed, gazing down at his eager face and lust filled eyes. He hadn’t bothered to take his shorts off, you’d just shoved them to the side, and somehow that turned you both on more. All that mattered to Art was you. Your bare skin so close to his own and your heavy breaths, those he could hear even over his own moans. Although you wanted nothing more than to torture Art and bring him to the very precipice of pleasure just to snatch it away you had to think about your needs. Your cunt was leaking already, your skin was hot and there was a fire inside you that needed him. So when he moaned:

“Fuckkkk…”

It seemed only right for you to say:

“Yes that’s it, fuck mommy.”

Art groaned, indulging his lust and carnal needs he’d usually feel embarrassed of. Before you Art had always hidden his desires from partners and even himself. He’d been raised conservatively, this you knew, so you found it gratifying to pull his real self out. It made you wet to see his cheeks redden when you said such things and you couldn’t help the smile that filled your face when you felt him harden even more inside you. He started to quicken his pace.

As Art closed his eyes to focus on how good you felt you stared at him, watching him. Studying him. The way he clamped his arms around your waist to easily thrust up into you, how his eyes were scrunched shut so he didn’t cum early and that one bouncy curl hiding his left eyebrow. He was beautiful, you had to admit. In your horny state it was easy to get lost studying Art and forget everything else. He felt the same about you.

Art didn’t wait too long before opening his eyes, not wanting to miss too much. Your tits were so close to his face as your chest heaved up and down up and down. It was driving him insane - you were driving the poor boy insane. How could he still need you when he was inside you?

The bed creaked under Art’s rabbiting movements, groaning under the strain of his excitement. He was groaning too, whimpering whenever you kissed or bit his neck and struggling not to cum. It was all too much, your warmth, your tits, your thighs wrapped round his own and your lips open to let out angelic moans. He wanted to give you everything, everything he had. All Art desired was to make you happy.

“Mommy!” there was a tinge of panic in his voice as he stared at you, awaiting permission but still fucking you hard and fast like you wanted. Feeling sorry for him you awed in his face, circling your hips to meet his movements and brushing the sweaty curls off his forehead. He wanted to cum. “Already?”

Art nodded frantically, feeling his release draw closer and closer. You were on the pill, he knew that, but he still needed permission. With every thrust he sheathed himself to the hilt and yet you still both needed more. “You gonna cum for me?” Art’s mouth started opening as he edged himself, not wanting this moment to end but needed release more than anything.

“Cum inside mommy, I want to feel it.”

That did it.

Before you could finish your sentence, Art was holding your waist impossibly close to him and releasing inside you. “Oh fuck…fuck mommy I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” His little whimpers and blushing skin sent you over, within seconds you were cumming too. The two of you were panting like animals, bucking into each other with all the energy you could muster. Art’s cum started to drip out of you, down his sensitive cock and onto the bedsheets but your focus was him. He was breathing heavier than last time, heavier than you’d seen him after matches.

“Are you okay?” You asked after a moment, with genuine concern. Not wanting to startle him you chose not to move, instead you held him in your arms and kissed his cheek. The softness of it made Art feel safe but more sorrowful that you wouldn’t date him. “I’m okay.” He looked out of it so you squeezed his hand. “You can sleep here.” The boy practically jumped for joy. He thought he’d won.

“No, no.” You laughed at his presumptuousness. “This doesn’t mean what you’re thinking.” But Art slept wonderfully well that night believing there was hope yet.

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