FUCH YEAHHHHHH

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.”

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HE IS SOOOOO

no guillotine can take away the head im about to give this man. and excuse me, the fucking height difference im so feral

i love being gay

If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you're on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

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The sound of gagging was penetrating the air, washing over the shrubs in the maze and our knees ached from kneeling on the hard ground but you couldn’t find in yourself to truly care. Felix was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your head as he guided your movement, groaning and breathing heavily above you. 

Every now and then his hips would buck up, his cock touching the base of your throat and making you choke around him. His hand would loosen on your hair and the small strands that were still entwined between his fingers would help guide you up, petting you afterward when you were gulping in breaths of air that he had taken away. “Are you alright?” He asks softly and you nod, leaning up to take a kiss from his lips before enveloping his cock in your mouth once more. 

“So good—oh fuck, it’s so good. Good girl, such a good girl,” Felix moaned, his thumbs finding the tears on your cheeks and wiping them away.

He was a sad one, that you could admit but he wasn’t bad. You liked hanging around Oliver and occasionally Michael who had only tolerated your presence if for but the fact that you always gave him a crunchie bar whenever you two studied together. Oliver was the better option, someone you could sit in complete silence with and have small conversations about random nerdy shit that you couldn’t talk about with Felix. The boy would listen, sure but he got bored easily and soon enough the conversations about Doctor Who or The Hobbit were switched to small moans, slick sounds and gagging or fuzzy memories clouded by the essence of the weed you would pass back and forth to each other. 

But lately you couldn’t find yourself comfortable anywhere execpt with those two boys and even then something was off. You didn’t know what it was but one night you couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on Felix’s dorm room door. 

“Hey,” he says confused and slightly concerned. His hands cup your cheeks, his dark eyes registering the fear that clouds your face. “What's wrong?”

You only look behind your shoulder and clutch your blanket and pillow tighter to your chest. “Can I stay the night? Please.” He only opens the door wider, inviting you in and checking behind you as well, making sure that no one was waiting in the dark. 

And like with all things with Felix, it got out of hand.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your sweat slicked hands brace themselves against his hard chest as he pounds into you. The sound of your slick against his cock, an echoing sound that joins your muffled moans under his hand to make sure that his entire floor doesn’t come banging on his door in the middle of the night. His breath is hot against your ear and small strands of his dark hair tickle your nose. Words are muffled, his dirty talk only white sound as you lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side and your eyes are now looking out the window. And despite your fuzzy vision in the start, it soon tunnels onto one thing: a pair of bright blue eyes staring right into your own.

current state of mind:

Been a while since I uploaded a fanart.

But here you go, Gyomei by me :)

not to be a whore on main or anything…

I want to be kissed like I mean something

Writer’s Block Drabbles.

Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

i have severe writer’s block.. so im writing little things (with help from pinterest) to help.

Prompt —>

- A Secret Romance

- Sad smiles

- A homemade gift.

[This drabble is a summer fling, but make it dramatic.]

She held his face in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. A tear slipped down his cheek, he sniffled and shook his head. “No i cannot lose you, I won’t lose you.” She smiled sadly at his determination. She ran her hand across his cheek, her eyes scanning his face, memorising every scar, blemish and freckle. Her train was due to arrive in twenty minutes but she couldn’t bare to leave him.

He reminded her of summer nights, when the air is cool and the breeze is refreshing. Of freshly baked pastries and intricate oil paintings. He reminded her of simpler times, when nothing really mattered. She looked into his eyes with nothing but love and pure adoration, despite his puffy cheeks and reddened nose. She loved it all, the chestnut brown of his hair and the hazelnut hue of his eyes, the small heart shaped freckle that sat to the left of his slightly crooked nose. She loved the way his thick framed glasses sat awkwardly on the bump in his nose bridge.

“I have something for you. Just a momento, of our time together.” He whispered, reaching into his pocket and picking out a small velvet box. He knelt down on one knee, watching as she smiled softly at him. “You, my dearest Y/n are the love of my life and i need you to know that. I know our time has not been the longest, but i really feel like we have something special.” He pulled open the velvet box which contained a ring, made of paper.

“Oh Peter you’re so romantic.” She blushed, pulling him to his feet and leaning against him. “I know we’re too young, and i know that we cannot be together, but please, wear this ring and know that wherever you are you’re loved.” He slipped the ring on her finger, kissing her cheek shortly after.

“When you wear this ring, remember my love, remember this, remember us.”

“I won’t forget you.”

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Felix Catton NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Felix is RIDICULOUSLY attentive when it comes to aftercare. He dotes on you. He runs you a warm bath, grabs a cool towel to wipe you down, kissing you all over your face, saying how perfect you were. And when you get in the bath, he'll just sit there, smiling at you all sweet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of yours is your thighs, because he loves imagining them wrapped around his waist while he fucks you, or thrown over his shoulders. On himself, he loves his abs because he knows you love them, running your hands along them, etc.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Felix lowkey loves cumming on your tits and your face. He loves seeing you like that, all fucked out, covered in his cum, looking up at him, because it's in those moments that he knows you belong to him and only him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When the two of you became friends and he developed a thing for you, he specifically went looking for dirty magazines that had girls who looked like you and would get himself off to the thought of you constantly.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a fair bit of experience as far as sex goes, but sex with emotion is slightly new territory for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves having you on top. Loves how you struggle to take him with how big he is, how small you look, how he has to help you by grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a goofball when the two of you get comfortable with each other. Giggling together about the most ridiculous things as the two of you are fucking, only for the laughs to turn into moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet darker than the drapes, shaved/well-trimmed. He takes pride in his appearance everywhere.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Loves eye contact, talking during sex, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how good you're taking him, how you're his perfect little baby girl.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves jacking off in front of you, having you talk him through it, telling him what to do, before you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to cum on it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you tug on his hair. Doesn't mind a bit of choking, giving or receiving. Daddy kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His childhood bedroom. The idea of almost getting caught by his parents drives him wild.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your hair tied up, your hands, when you smile at him, when you whisper in his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to be blindfolded. He likes being able to look at you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving and he's so good at it. He loves having your thighs shaking, you squirming away from him, overstimulated and fucked out as he pulls you back in, chasing your pussy with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He likes taking his time with you, kissing every inch of you, holding your body tight against his.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't love quickies, but if that's all there's time for, he's game.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's surprisingly open to trying new things, often suggesting stuff that you've never even heard of.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's able to hold out for a long time and make a round last a good while, but he can easily go 2-3 rounds in one night. And he'll always make sure you come before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really have any toys for himself, but he loves the idea of using them on you. Teasing you with a dildo or a vibe, watching you writhing against the bed, begging for his cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys teasing but he's also an absolute sucker for you, so he'll always give in when you start with the begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty loud. Moaning, grunting as he thrusts into you, growling against your ear as he says how tight you are, how fucking good you're making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves the idea of you handcuffing him to the bed and edging him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average length and girth, he's hung like a fucking horse.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive, almost always ready to fuck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep pretty fast, crushes you against his chest, holding you tight, burying his face in your shoulder. And he's always hard by the time you wake up, grinding himself against you.