#finally got that T juice 😁

[munson-blurbs]

Hi Bug <3

Here’s my Tropes-or-Treat request😁

M&Ms, Butterfinger and our dear Eddie of course 🩵 smut would be amazing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Friends-to-Lovers/Shy!Reader/Eddie Munson (also requested by @mopeymopeymouse & @lunamoons-things)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (f! receiving), Reader wears a skimpy outfit, insecure Reader, Billy Hargrove is a douche, mentions of drinking, mentions of selling weed

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Hey.”

You almost don’t hear him over the sound of music pulsing through the stereo speakers and your own hyperfocus on the drink in your hand. Whatever’s in this jungle juice is strong, but not enough to loosen you up, it seems.

When you look up and see him, concern furrowing his brows, you only offer a weak smile and a soft, “hi.”

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” Eddie asks, leaning next to you, forearms pressed to the patio banister. “Hargrove’s inside.”

You wince at the mention of your boyfriend. “He’s mad at me,” you admit quietly, taking another swig from your Solo cup. Billy’s chastising words echo in your mind: no fucking fun, why can’t you be like the other girls? He was the reason you were wearing this ridiculous outfit–which was basically glorified lingerie poorly disguised as a witch costume. You feel uncomfortable and out of sorts, but Billy had insisted that you wear it, saying that he didn’t want to be the only guy at the party with a prude girlfriend.

He hadn’t noticed you before you’d started tutoring his stepsister, Max, but when he did start paying attention to you, he was a bloodhound. And after a month of secretly dating, he was finally ready to show you off.

Except…

Except the you he wanted people to see was just a facade. He didn’t want the introverted girl who preferred the company of her books and a small group of friends; he wanted someone he could dress up and parade around like a trophy. You were something he’d conquered, not someone he loved.

Eddie doesn’t ask for details; he just shrugs off his denim jacket and rests it over your bare shoulders. “I’m done selling for the night,” he reports, drumming his fingers on the tin box he uses to transport his stash. “You wanna head back to the trailer? Watch a movie and shoot the shit?”

You can’t agree fast enough, scrambling to your feet and climbing in his van. Things have been a bit strained between you two since you got with Billy, but the beauty of being Eddie’s friend is that you fall back into your usual routine without having to try. 

The ride to Forest Hills is fast, especially with Eddie driving like a madman. You both plop onto the couch, Eddie reaching for an open bag of pretzels on the side table and offering you some before taking a handful. 

“I’m so glad you’re done with that asshole,” he says with a mouthful of the snack. “No fuckin’ clue what you saw in him.” When you don’t respond, refusing to meet his gaze, he sighs. “Nope, no way. Do not tell me—”

“What other choice do I have?” you rebut. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat. “You could be with someone who doesn’t treat you like crap!”

“Oh, yes,” you scoff, “let me just call one of my many suitors.” Making a big show of standing and traipsing over to where their phone hangs on the wall, you pick up the receiver with feigned exuberance. “That’s right—no one else wants me!” You slam the phone down and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Bullshit!” Eddie bellows, tossing the pretzel bag onto the couch and stomping towards you. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Then who—”

You don’t finish your sentence before his lips collide with yours; his hands on your hips pressing you up against the wall. You can taste the lingering cigarette smoke on his tongue; he drinks in whatever vodka-based concoction is on yours. 

He breaks away abruptly, mouth agape in disbelief. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done that.”

“‘S okay,” you mumble. “Wasn’t half bad for a pity kiss.”

“A pity—no, that wasn’t pity. That was an, ‘I’ve been wanting to do this forever’ kiss.” His fingertips brush against yours. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, and when you nod, he leads you to his bedroom. He waits for you to lay on the bed before climbing on top of you, knee nudged between your legs and head nestled into the crook of your neck. His fingers dip below your lace panties, and you freeze up at his touch. “We, um, we don’t have to do this,” he says hurriedly. “Just say the word.”

But you do want this; no, you need this. You need him to show you what true passion looks like, not whatever feigned version Billy had offered. As soon as you give Eddie a breathless, enthusiastic yes, he’s tugging your tiny skirt and lace panties down your legs. The cool air barely hits your pussy before his lips are on it, tongue licking up the center before finding your clit. 

A whine catches in your throat, releasing as a pathetic whimper. You’re so sensitive, so starved for touch. You’ve become acclimated to the way Billy grabs at you, pawing at your ass or breasts as a means to take what he wants, leaving you feeling used and unsatisfied. 

Eddie’s touch is vastly different. Yes, it’s fueled by sexual desire, but it’s too attentive to just be lust. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch him, doe eyes looking up at you to gauge your reaction. “Keep going,” you sigh, flopping back down on the bed, and you can feel his soft laugh on your core. 

He works meticulously, holding a steady pace as you writhe against his face. Your hands grasp the bedsheets in your fists, nearly yanking them off of the mattress as he slides a finger inside you while continuing to lightly suck on your bud. 

A second finger joins the first, pulsing in and out of you eagerly but not frantically. The combination of him filling you up and the way he so desperately craves pleasing you has you hurtling you towards orgasm. Instinctively, you press your lips together to muffle your moans, but Eddie’s having none of that.

“Wanna hear your pretty noises. Pretty noises from my pretty girl,” he says quickly, wasting no time eagerly returning to the task at hand.

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m coming!” you cry out, arching your back as you finish. Eddie brings you down from your euphoric state with a few more kitten licks to your pussy, wiping your slick from his mouth and chin as he climbs up your body and kisses you deeply.

You run your fingers through his hair before it occurs to you: “I can return the favor.” Heat rises to your cheeks; how could you be so selfish and forget about him?

But a shake of his head and a bashful chuckle immediately quell your nerves. “‘S, uh, already taken care of.” And though his denim jeans are black, you can still spot the wet stain pooled at the seam. 

Needless to say, the thought of returning to Billy Hargrove doesn’t even cross your mind.

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[jumpship90]

I originally came here to shout how cool it is I randomly found you on tumblr (I read your fics on ao3!!) but also while I'm here, I also hope you get to start testosterone and become the handsomest man too! (I'm also trans ^-^)

Hey anon, I've been sat on this message for so long because it's lovely and I've enjoyed coming back to it over the weeks/months of going through the frustrating admin process of trying to start T, but today I finally picked up my first bottle of Testogel so I'm finally replying to say cheers, and project handsome man is now officially under way! 😁

[avanatural]

Ahhh, I love this SO much!!! ❤ @myloversgone Thank you so much for taking part, love! This fic just made my heart swell! 😍👏🏼

Quotes below the cut, so watch out for spoilers 😉

I wish I could just quote the whole story because I loved every single bit 😊 You did such an amazing job 😍

“Sammy, please, tell me you’ve made coffee?” Dean pleaded as he walked into the bunker’s kitchen. He was wearing black sweats and a white t-shirt. His hair was ruffled and he had black circles under his eyes.

Okay, right away, this is so accurate! I really love the idea of a tired Daddy!Dean, I can totally picture him like that ❤

Sam chuckled at the sight of his older brother. “Yeah, man. I knew you would need coffee, I heard Sophie crying. ‘She alright?”

Aww, love me some helpful Uncle!Sam 😍 Again, I can totally picture this 😊

Dean came to meet them, pecking Y/N on the lips and kissing the baby’s head. Sophie cooed at her dad, small hand reaching for his face. “Morning, sweetie”, Dean said, holding his daughter’s hand and kissing it too. 

Ahh, you were killing me with all the sweetness! I smiled so hard at this ❤ Dean would totally be a huge softie around his child 😍

“That kid has some powerful lungs, let me tell ya”. Dean said, almost proudly, while filling their plates with bacon and eggs and pouring some orange juice in a cup for Y/N.

I feel like this is just so Dean. Being proud of his daughter, loving her unconditionally, and taking care of Y/N 💕

“Yep. Even though I love Sophie with all my heart, babies are a handful. You must be really sure you want to be parents”, Y/N wisely advised,

I just love how you emphasized in this fic that having kids and being new parents is not easy, that it’s hard work that’s going to get you exhausted. I adore the balance you created between showing how tough it is and how much Dean and Y/N love their little girl ❤❤❤

He had never imagined being so happy, so fulfilled with a family of his own. After they defeated Chuck, life got easier, their peace only being briefly interrupted by the occasional hunt. Even though monsters were still very real, moments of normalcy like these were finally possible.

Oh, how much I want this for Dean! 💔 This beautiful paragraph hit me right in the heart! 😣👏🏼

“What are you talking about? She has your hair and your mouth, which worries the hell outta me, ‘cause it means she’ll grow up to be as beautiful as you, and I don’t want her dating before she turns 35”, Dean stated, looking dead serious.

Haha, oh, Dean! This is totally something he would say! 😂 I love how you write Dean so much! ❤ And the fact that he looked dead serious while saying this makes it even funnier! 😁

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Of course I love you. I will always love you. You’re gorgeous and perfect. You gave birth to our daughter just six months ago, of course your body has changed. And you still look amazing. Please, believe me”.

Yes! Tell her, Dean! God, how much I love him 💕

She held him there, running her fingers through his hair and enjoying the physical contact. Dean pulled her onto his lap, making her straddle him, her legs on the sides of his waist.  They just sat there, bodies intertwined, kissing and making out while Sophie slept soundly.

I love the intimacy, and their connection altogether! 😊💘 These two are just perfect for each other ❤

“While you were feeding Sophie, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. God, Y/N, I swear on my life that I’ve never seen you look more beautiful. You’re just perfect. Remember how I couldn’t keep my hands to myself while you were pregnant?”, she nodded and he kept talking “I feel the same and that’s not gonna change. And the way you were looking at our baby girl… I - You know I’m not one to do romantic speeches, but I’m so madly in love with you. You two mean the world to me. I can’t believe I got so lucky to have you”.

Awww, my poor heart can’t take all the fluff! 😍 You have a wonderful way of describing that unconditional, never ending love ❤ I love your Daddy!Dean so much! 💕

She knew him very well, she knew he was a man of action. To express his love, he would cook for her, or buy her favorite icecream, or do their laundry, or record her favorite TV show when she wasn’t home to watch it. But for him to say those things, it was because his heart was full of love and it was pouring out of him, which only made the moment more special.

This paragraph is so perfect and to the point! I always picture Dean to be someone who lets his actions speak for him. And to say those words out loud, to make such a confession, that’s just such a huge deal to him ❤ I know I said it before, but I just love how well you capture his character! 😊

Thank you again for participating in my challenge, my friend! 🙏😘 You are such a talented writer and I’m honored to add this lovely fic to the celebration collection! I’m so happy that you decide to share your writing with all of us! 👏🏼💕 Love you! ❤

Moments Like These

Pairing: Dean x female!Reader; Dean x Y/N

Warnings: Fluff with a bit of angst. Mentions of depression (be careful if this can be a trigger to you!). Sexy times, but nothing too graphic. 

Word count: 2300-ish

Summary: Dean and Y/N are new parents, and they have been facing all the challenges that come with it together, but she hasn’t been feeling very well. Can he help?

A/N: This is my entry for @avanatural 300 followers challenge. Congrats again, my dear friend, for this milestone! ❤🥰

My prompt was #12: “Making a child is the easy part. The hard part is everything that comes after.” (it’s highlighted in my story). I’ve been wanting to write a domestic!Dean fic for a while, and this quote was just the inspiration I needed. 😊

Please, note this fic is not beta’d, which means all mistakes are mine. 

I hope you like it! Feedback gives me life ❤

Thanks for reading!

“Sammy, please, tell me you’ve made coffee?” Dean pleaded as he walked into the bunker’s kitchen. He was wearing black sweats and a white t-shirt. His hair was ruffled and he had black circles under his eyes.

Sam chuckled at the sight of his older brother. “Yeah, man. I knew you would need coffee, I heard Sophie crying. ‘She alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine, it’s just her teeth. She’s awake now, Y/N ‘s changing her diaper, they’ll be here any minute”. Dean answered, grabbing his mug and filling it almost to the brim with fresh coffee. “Are you making breakfast for all of us?”. He looked at the pan on the stove, where Sam was mixing some eggs, while taking a big gulp of the hot liquid.

“Yeah! Am I the best brother/uncle/brother-in-law or what?”. The younger Winchester questioned, opening his arms and smiling. At that exact second, Y/N walked into the kitchen holding baby Sophie with one arm and pushing the baby’s stroller with the other. She was wearing Dean’s grey robe over her light pink nightgown.

“Soph thinks you’re the best uncle ever, Sam”, she said with a smile, having heard what Sam said. Like Dean, she had dark circles under her eyes and looked very tired. Oh, the perks of being new parents.

Dean came to meet them, pecking Y/N on the lips and kissing the baby’s head. Sophie cooed at her dad, small hand reaching for his face. “Morning, sweetie”, Dean said, holding his daughter’s hand and kissing it too. He pushed the stroller to the side of the kitchen’s table before proceeding to help Sam with the food.

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