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my grinch sauwce might be the last thing u ever see from me

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frozen like an angel

Eddie Munson x shy!Reader holiday edition.

foreword: ohhhh I’ve missed them!!! and you all!!!! happy holidays to those who celebrate, and for those who don’t, have a cozy winter fic <3 here is the masterlist for shy!reader, some references may be made to previous fics in the series but no beforehand reading required here. 

cw: Christmas activities, bittersweet fluff, Elizabeth Munson memories, mentions of Reader’s familial backstory (intentionally a bit vague, hoping to expand in future fics!)

wc: 2.8k

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You’re not even trying to snoop- the paper flutters to the carpet all on its own, freed from the stack of Eddie’s notebooks you’d lifted to dust under. 

Expecting it to be something D&D related, you scoop it from the carpet with the intent to slip it back between the leaves of a random book- when the title catches your eye. In neat, looping black ink across the top: Christmas Apple Cake. 

There’s a pencil-drawn sketch of an apple in the top corner, faded and yellowed with time like the paper it’s on; your thumb runs over it as you scan the ingredients. 

This’ll be perfect, actually- Wayne is coming over tonight for holiday drinks with you and Eddie, a Munson family tradition that’s included you the last six or so years, and you haven’t sorted dessert yet.

The recipe is simple- a hearty, apple-filled spiced cake base, brown sugar glaze to pool on top. After hunting through the kitchen cupboards (sometimes it’s glaringly apparent you live in a former bachelor pad- the baking soda sourced from under the sink and a layer of dust), you get to work baking.

A pound of apples is peeled and diced, meticulously, to the tune of a Bing Crosby record- Eddie bemoans the cheesier aspects of holiday music, so you get your fill while he’s at work (though you’ve caught him humming along to White Christmas on more than one occasion). 

Not that either of you need the money after the generous nest-egg from various government agency pay-offs, but the part-time mechanic schedule has been good for Eddie. Wayne’s pretty much set to take over when the garage owner retires next year, and Eddie is happy to help- keeps his mind and hands busy, sorely needed after so much recovery downtime. 

And you’ve been busy, too- the apples are set to soak in cold water while you prep the batter, thinking of post-winter break classes already. You passed your first end-of-term exams with flying colors, like Eddie knew you would- never mind that they were all 101s, and that your college plans seem a little directionless- at least you’re moving. Able to do something other than waiting to get better.

Eddie’s proud of you, deeply so. That’s really all that matters for now. 

With the batter mixed, you lift handfuls of apple chunks from the water to dry on the rows of flat kitchen towels. There’s a burst of static from the living room speakers; you flick water from your hands and cross swiftly to flip the record to its B-side.

Let It Snow! rings out cheerily while you stir the apples bit by bit into the batter, Deck the Halls by the time you’re pouring the mixture into a greased baking tin. After twisting the counter timer to tick down for an hour, you clean the kitchen in good spirits.

Eddie will be home, soon- Wayne’s closing up shop, which gives his nephew plenty of time to beat him home and cook you all dinner. There’s a tender strip of beef marinating in the fridge with something Eddie referred to yesterday, ominously, as “Grinch Juice”. (The pale green of the sauce is likely due to the rosemary. You think.)

Eddie’s got the meal covered, regardless. (Plus there are always frozen pizzas to fall back on.)

The air swells with warmth from the oven, taking on a sugared, nutmeg and applesauce smell; the little window over the sink fogs over with sweet steam, making the white-snow world outside look even dreamier. Lights twinkle from the front banister, winking at the strip of sister lights across the path at the Mayfield’s door.

Plucking behind your back to loose your apron strings, you realize- for the first time in years, it feels like Christmas. Last year, you were all still learning how to be human, still nursing wounds (both external and in), stepping cautiously onto the thin ice of what it means to survive and be alive.

This year, though? You’re out in the middle of the frozen pond of life making snow angels. Ice skating over the bumps. Twirling around hand-in-hand with Eddie as you both figure it out, together.

Later, the front door creaks open then slams shut, a rhythmic thump of boots shedding snow onto the hall mat. From your vantage point on the couch- sock feet tucked underneath your body to keep warm, dog-eared Tolkien in your lap- you see Eddie before he sees you.

His back is turned as he toes off his work boots, hunched against the cold still in a hand-me-down winter coat of Wayne’s. Stray curls escape the half-up bun of his dark hair, twisting around his face, which lights up with a smile when he sees you.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie says, adopting a faux-serious, low tone as he hangs up his coat and shakes the snow from his hair. “Looks like we got an escapee from Santa’s Workshop.”

You snort, setting the book aside to roll your eyes fondly- if a red flannel shirt and jeans spells elf, you’re willing to play the part. 

Eddie approaches with menacing intent, grin so wide the corner of his lip meets the line of scarring at his cheek. 

He’s still in his work coveralls, pinstriped and oil-stained; Eddie leans his weight into his hands on either side of your head, close enough to bump noses, couch emitting a squeak of protest. 

You flick at the embroidered patch over Eddie’s heart, the one that currently reads JERRY. “Someone’s been naughty today.”

Eddie clicks his tongue, dark brows pulling together in his best approximation of someone who is very sorry. “Yeah. Guess so. You gonna tell the Big Boss on me?”

”Wouldn’t dream of it,” you sigh, tired of playing, ready to loop your arms around Eddie’s neck and kiss him silly (an action he’s more than willing to give in to).

He tastes like sharp mint, and faintly of the cigarette he probably had on break; Eddie mumbles something between kisses and you pull back just enough to hear him say, “You taste sweet.”

“Mmhm. Had to make sure the batter wasn’t poisoned,” you reply, more concerned with dotting kisses along the line of scar that disappears behind his jaw. 

Against your temple, Eddie’s lashes flutter in surprise- “You baked something?”

Pulling away fully now (with one last parting kiss to his forehead), you narrow your eyes as you shift to hold his shoulders at arm’s length- “Does me baking come as a shock to you?”

“No!” Eddie says, quickly, brows lowering from where they’d shot up just a second ago. “No, of course not. You just don’t usually… I mean, I like being the one in the kitchen.”

”I know you do.” Your hands trail to cup his elbows, briefly, before you disentangle yourself to check on the oven. The timer is just about to shriek its warning chorus- with a twist of your hand, it dings pleasantly instead. “I wanted to make something special for our Christmas dessert tonight. Hopefully it’s not actually poisoned.” 

Based on the delicious smell that wafts from the oven, you’ve got nothing to fear- the tines of your testing fork come out from the middle of the cake clean, a pair of mitts snagged to pull it out and set on the stove.

Clouds of steam rise from the fresh pastry, spiced and golden under the overhead lights- it smells like Christmas in a pan. Eddie approaches to watch over your shoulder, his hand steady on your low back as you explain the glaze that needs to be made next- he takes a lungful of fragrant air, and then his hand stills.

Eddie isn’t in the habit of interrupting you, so it’s strange when he does, voice sounding strained as he stumbles through the start of a few different sentences. “How did you- this is- that’s apple cake. My mom’s apple cake. What…”

It must be the smell, transporting him back, and for a moment, your heart sinks. Eddie hasn’t had a flashback in so long; the last one was months ago over the summer when a car backfired and sent his mind spiraling for hours after. 

You turn in his arms, speaking carefully, ready to soothe- “Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, honestly, the recipe just fell out when I was moving your things, and I-”

Eddie’s eyes are brimming with tears when he interrupts you again- this time, to kiss you; there’s a slip of his tear that tracks down your own cheek as you kiss him back. 

He’s holding you, now, mirroring you from earlier, thumbs squeezing at the inside of your elbows, forehead resting in a slow roll against yours as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Don’t apologize. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I didn’t know… I didn’t think any recipes of hers survived the move from Tennessee.”

“It was in one of your old journals,” you murmur, reaching to wipe the wet track of tears from his face even as he moves to do the same for you. “Did your mom used to make this for you?”

“Yeah.” Eddie laughs, wetly, kisses the palm of your hand where it rests against his face. “Every Christmas until I was five or so. Got the recipe from her mom, some Appalachian tradition. Wayne would know better than me.”

Eddie’s looking at the cake again, a familiar hazed-over stare that makes your heart hurt in sympathy, memories flooding back in at an overwhelming degree. You’re quiet for a few moments, pressing your face into the side of Eddie’s coveralls, letting him find his footing before asking, quietly- “Wanna help me make the topping?”

In another life, you and Eddie would run a mean kitchen together- years of learning the distinct ways in which the other moves comes in handy when you need to share cooking duties. 

He ducks under your arm effortlessly to grab vanilla while you whisk the sugars and butter, adds splashes and dashes of things to your bowl periodically until the mulled glaze is formed. 

The top of his (Jerry’s) coveralls were shoved down earlier, your help enlisted to tie the long sleeves around his waist in a makeshift apron; good thing your boy runs hot- means he’s comfortable enough to cook in a white cutoff undershirt that’s thin as a napkin. Underneath, Eddie’s all alabaster, lean muscle, black ink tattoos dancing with the corded ripples of scar tissue as he flits around the kitchen.

Between getting the steak ready to sear, and tasking you with prepping the hill of potatoes, Eddie talks about his mother- holidays of years past floating to the forefront on a wave of recollected smell. 

Along with Tennessee apple cake, Elizabeth Munson would wrap chestnuts in tin foil to roast low and slow in the embers of a Christmas fire. One year, she penny-pinched enough to buy part of the neighbor’s turkey for her and then-five-year-old Eddie.

You soak up all these memories, asking questions periodically, immersed in Eddie’s storytelling. It’s rare to hear Elizabeth’s name, and you wonder, suddenly, if that could be changed.

“You know, I really like hearing about her,” you tell Eddie gently, after a gleeful retelling of the time she crashed his sled into the big stump of maple at the edge of their woods. You give the chopped potatoes on your cutting board a push, and they tumble into Eddie’s proffered bowl. “If there’s something I can do, to help… I dunno, make it easier to bring her up- you’d let me know. Right?” 

Eddie considers this as he gathers jars from the narrow spice cupboard, lining them up in a neat row. “Yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. And it’s not… you’re easy to talk to. It’s just hard, sometimes, to learn how to remember her.”

You nod, thoughtful, watching him layer spices and olive oil into the bowl; he uses a wooden spoon to make sure all the potato sides are coated before saying, “And sometimes, it feels downright braggy. I got six whole years with her- most all of ‘em good ones- it’s not something I take for granted. And your mother-”

Eddie cuts himself off, abruptly, knuckles glistening with oil as they tighten into fists. Something inside you wilts, stretches desperately for its light source; you budge up under Eddie’s arm, place a hand to the middle of his chest where his breaths meet you with a shuddery kickstart.

“I know. But you were a kid too, Eddie. Six is just a kid.”

He does his best to hug you back with one arm as your nose seeks the notch behind his ear, a perfect fit, enveloping your senses as you breathe in the spot that smells most like him. “You can share however much or however little you want, of her, with me. Just ‘cuz my parents sucked doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear about your one good one. Let me live vicariously, okay?”

You give Eddie a teasing little shake, a flash of teeth against his neck that has him chuckling, shaking off the anger before either of you can be derailed. The potatoes are moved to a baking sheet while Eddie preps the meat, and you send a river of brown sugar glaze over top the cake so it has time to cool.

If Wayne notes the missing piece from the corner of the dessert, later, he doesn’t mention it- the whiskey he’d brought over pairs perfectly with the rich, spiced cake. 

One bite in and Wayne’s head turns, slow, to his nephew sat beside him. Without looking up from his spoonful of melting ice cream, Eddie nods. “Yup. Mom’s cake. Don’t look at me, though.”

Wayne blinks down at the bowl in front of him, then to you, like someone’s woken him from the middle of a dream. “Tastes just like how she used to make it.”

Were it possible to bottle and live off someone’s praise, you’d like to find a way; instead, you tuck the compliment away for a rainy day and give him a warm smile. “I’m glad. I’ll make it next year, too, if you want.”

After dinner (totally delicious despite Eddie’s best attempt to scare you both off with increasingly weird holiday-themed adjectives), Eddie pulls out his acoustic guitar to try his new capo, a gift from Uncle Wayne that’s immediately put to good use.

This autumn, on the same week you went to college for the first time, Eddie taught himself how to play guitar again. A year on from the attacks, his left hand was still stiff, a deep scar across the bridge of his abductor that made more dexterous movement near-impossible.

But your boy, smart and strong and determined, found a way. Eddie surprised you over Thanksgiving break with a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s Hypnotized, though with multiple false starts since both of you cried most of the way through it.

Less tears, this time around, but no less emotional- you steal glances under the pretense of wiping down the table as Eddie sits wide on the couch, black guitar propped on his knees while he adjusts the capo. 

In a nearby armchair, Wayne takes a sip from his whiskey glass- at the first few notes of Edelweiss, his eyes slip closed, lost in memory.

“This was one of her favorites,” Eddie says to you, grinning while his fingers pluck the pattern smoothly.

You lean a hip against the table, wiping abandoned, taking in the gentle movement of Eddie’s hair, his arms, while he plays. He gets so lost in the music, sometimes- a soft look that usually only shows when he’s sleeping peacefully. 

You wonder if Elizabeth looked the same, all those years ago- bent over her special Christmas cake, sneaking tastes on the back of a spoon to the set of dimpled hands that reached for her apron. 

In your back pocket, the recipe card in her handwriting is tucked safely away. While Eddie plays, your fingers brush the outline of the pencil-etched apple, sending a prayer or a wish of some sort to the snow angel in your head.

He’s doing great. He’s so loved and cared for, with me. I hope you know I’m taking care of him. Merry Christmas. Thanks for the cake. 

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—  CHRISTMAS LOVE

SUMMARY : dean ate something he shouldn’t have eaten, but in the meantime, there’s something to ease the ache until it can be fixed. not that it’s a problem… per se..

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), handjob, cum eating, cum kissing, p in v, aphrodisiac chocolate cookies 

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : jimin song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — aphrodisiac. yup, I thought I hated Christmas, but actually it’s not so bad if it's centred around Dean. ✨mental illness✨ XXX

Everything was fine for the last forty minutes or so. 

Dean helped his girlfriend set up the television in their bedroom—his bedroom that he partially convinced her to stay in permanently—put the snacks together, while stealing some chocolate-peppermint thumbprint cookies Charlie brought over earlier today, as his girlfriend stayed in his room to choose a Christmas movie.

He knew it would be about the Grinch. She was pretty Grinch-y sometimes around Christmas, but just like the Grinch, Dean got her to change her mind about Christmas being the most awful holiday. 

But Christmas definitely couldn’t beat Halloween—it’s their number one, favourite holiday. 

But… back to the main point, Dean couldn’t relax. He tried everything, imagined his go-to turn offs when he’s unbearably horny: Sam in lingerie, Cas in lingerie, hell—even Charlie in lingerie. He’d cringed at the thought of them, completely disgusted as his mind made it like a film without his permission, but their faces and bodies ended up transforming into the woman currently laying in his arms.

Nothing worked, not reliving being in Hell, not the memory of having the Mark—nothing made his dick soft. Mostly because after every single bad day, he went to her. 

It was her he buried himself into, her lips that kissed away tears, her caresses that healed up his wounds… you see? His mind is going straight to it like there’s no other path to take. He usually doesn’t mind, and neither does she, but this is supposed to be a wholesome moment. Just her and him watching a movie together, that’s all that he wanted to do for her today. 

Unfortunately, his dick had other ideas.

She’s not even fully clothed, which makes it even worse for him. She’s wearing nothing beneath the blue flannel she borrowed from him—no underwear, no bra, just some fluffy Christmas socks on her feet. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch. He bit his lip to hold back a moan. 

It wasn’t her fault she was practically naked. Sometimes he was way too hot and she’d end up uncomfortably sweaty in the middle of the night. Her solution: wear nothing but Dean’s shirt. It was great, Dean could smother her and be wrapped around her without her trying to get away, but right now, it ain’t that great. 

Right now, Dean knows that with one move from either one of them and she’d know what was up: yup, his dick.

Still, he was squirming too much for it to go unnoticed. And he shoved food into his mouth to pretend the chips, and the brownies, and everything else he ate were making him moan. Unlike her, he was wearing his t-shirt, some boxers, and socks to combat the cold of his concrete room. But now, he was flushed, and hot, and completely uncomfortable. 

“Dean,” she scolded, turning aggressively onto her back to gaze up at him. “What’s up? You can’t sit still—which is normal, but not this much…” she trailed off, immediately identifying the blush on his cheeks and the glaze of lust in his green eyes. “Woah, what’s that for?” She teased, poking his cheek. 

He grabbed her hand quickly before she could pull it away and kissed her palm. “Nothin’,” he brushed off, but his heart was pounding hard in his chest, and his hand tightened around her wrist as his mind told him over and over: dammit, just touch her. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” she said playfully, biting her lip. Subtly, she moved her hand away from her stomach and brushed her hand up his crotch experimentally. Dean groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Ah, a boner,” she said casually, then squeezed his cock over his boxers.

“You do know we’re watching the Grinch and not a porno right?” She continued to taunt with a grin on her face. He whined softly, opening his eyes to glare down at her. She batted her lashes at him innocently, but he knew she meant well. 

“You think I don’t know that?” He asked breathily. His eyes softened when she sneaked her hand inside the stretchy waistband of his briefs and brushed her fingertips along the length of his cock. “God… I… please,” he moaned, leaning over her to bury his face in her neck. 

“I’ve got you,” she told him quietly, pulling her hand out to hook her fingers over the waistband of his boxers and lower them down his thighs. He cursed softly, and allowed her to push his chest so he could lie down on his back. She straddled his thighs and smiled down at him hotly, lifting her hand up to her mouth to leave her palm slick in saliva before wrapping it around him. 

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered, clutching her thighs. 

Warm and heavy in her hand, she squeezed his shaft gently and held eye contact with him as she stroked up and down. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, grasping her hips beneath his warm flannel. He attempted to bring her forward, and she did move forward, and slid her hand up beneath his shirt to lift it.

“Come like this, yeah?” She asked, starting to twist her hand up and down his cock. He whined, a cute pout drawing his lips downwards.

“Is this… are you not turned on?” Dean questioned breathily, slightly surprised by her proposition. He didn’t try to convince her otherwise and kept his hands still on her hips. 

“I am…” she smiled, then dropped her gaze down to his cock, watching the swift slide upwards and downwards of her hand over his excitement, “but I wanna finish the movie.” He bit his lip, his eyes flickering down to her hand moving quick and steady, his precum aiding each stroke. “Then… we can have fun.” 

He hummed thoughtfully, “I’m sorry…” He’d like to apologise to her fully for ruining the night, but he gave into the pleasure of her soft hand wrapped around his cock, letting the heat of his arousal and the spark of his orgasm take over his body.

“No, I’m good with this,” she smiled sweetly, ignoring the throb of her clit and flood of arousal between her legs.

She worshipped him quietly, focused on touching his freckled skin with his shirt shoved up his chest. As he throws his head back, blushing red, vocalising the pleasure that’s painted across his stunning face. 

She faintly remembers what Dean looked like when he was younger. He’s much older now, still so beautiful—always. His face is not smooth, stubble covers his jaw, wrinkles enhance the beauty of his eyes, and always those goddamn lashes of his, curled upwards naturally. 

He’s covered from head to toe in freckles, cute freckles, some light, others dark. Sometimes they make patterns, triangles, a trail that fades, some of them overlap. He thinks it makes him look dirty, dusty, but he’s always had a heart-stopping beauty that no one could match. Effortless beauty no one could achieve. 

He’s much softer than before, but the faint cut of his abs remained. There were scars, too, ones Cas didn’t heal because Dean didn’t ask, but Cas comes through sometimes and does a full sweep. Eventually, she finds new scars, new scratches, new marks. Then, they disappear and she memorises him all over again. 

“Touch yourself,” Dean requested breathlessly, squirming and digging his blunt nails into the flesh of her hips. Lashes fluttered against his cheekbones as he opened his eyes. 

“Touch myself?” She repeated with a gentle laugh, lifting her hand up to his face. He instantly leaned into her touch and slid one of his hands to the small of her back to bring her closer. “Baby, I only wanna touch you,” she whispered enticingly, cupping his jaw to brush her thumb across his lip. 

Up and down, she continued to give him pleasure, knowing he was close as he throbbed in her hand, as his muscles twitched with every passing second. His breath hitched and she squeezed him, moving her hand faster, then lowered her hand away from his face to use both hands on his cock. 

Hands wet with his precum, she made a ring with her finger to massage the frenulum and spread the sticky arousal dribbling out of the slit of his cockhead with her thumb. 

She licked her lips at the sight and smirked, “come for me, Dean.” It was hot that she had this much control over him. His body hardened and he called out her name as he spilled hot release over her hand and his stomach. 

Curses spilled from his mouth and he seized her mischievous hands when she refused to stop. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, stunned, but he was too pleased with the release to pay attention to her words. 

“You’re mean,” Dean complained breathily, eyes opening lazily.

“It’s a gift you’ll open later tonight,” she promised in a joking manner, taking her hands out from his loving grasp. “You’re still hard, by the way,” she repeated curiously, gripping his still erect cock at the base. 

“Fuck… what?” He asked, bewildered, watching her move back and lean down to lick his cum off his stomach. He whimpered quietly, his cock red and pretty in her hand still, one hundred percent still aroused. 

The fact that she was licking his cum off his tummy didn’t help at all. The warm, wet muscle flicked smoothly across his soft skin, gathering his tangy, creamy cum. Occasionally, her teeth would graze his skin, setting his nerves alight, and she’d suck until marks painted his body. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it clean with a pleased moan. 

He grunted and threw his head back into the pillow again. He blindly made contact with her hair, buried his fingers carefully into her silky locks and tugged her upwards. She went to him without resistance and kissed him as he waited for her slick lips.

The kiss was wet and erotic. He could taste his cum, felt some of it against her tongue, unswallowed. He took it with a moan of pleasure, licking across her tongue in gratitude. He moved her hair out of the way subconsciously, pressing her closer to him, impossibly close. 

He got a hold of her hip again and smoothed his hand up the curve of her back, lifting the flannel. She hummed inquisitively, pulling away momentarily before locking lips with Dean again to run her tongue along the roof of his mouth then to taste the unique peppermint on his tongue that was definitely not from any teeth-brushing. 

She pulled away and blinked down at him, silently intrigued as he caught his breath. “Am I cursed?” He wondered out loud, bringing her hips down onto his cock needily. They moaned in unison. “Oh, fuck… did we piss a witch off?” He whined, grinding his hips up into her wet folds. “Rowena,” he growled, wondering if he’d done something to piss off the Scottish red-head or if she'd done just to fuck with him. 

“Hey, slow down…” she gasped, unbuttoning Dean’s flannel from her body at last. “Did you eat those cookies Charlie brought?” She inquired, slowing down the roll of her hips. 

“Uh… yeah,” he replied, his tone puzzled. He opened his eyes, peeking up at the now-open flannel exposing her naked body to his dirty gaze. 

“Dean, oh my God,” she giggled, halting the movement of her hips. He frowned. “How many?” 

“I dunno, four.” He shrugged. Trying to regain her focus, he took his cock in his hand and found her clit with the soft head by pushing it up and down through her folds. She moaned softly, thighs shaking.  

“Yeah, this is not going away anytime soon,” she said quietly, squirming when he held her hip and nudged her forward. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowing in bemusement. “What do cookies have to do wi-”

“They’re aphrodisiacs,” she interrupted him, shrugging his flannel off her shoulders before throwing it beside him. He gazed up at her, adorably dumbfounded. “Well, at least the chocolate is.” 

“What?! Why would she-? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting up higher on the bed, carding his fingers through his honey hair, making it messy and sexy. 

“I… forgot. I was hanging out with Charlie and Stevie… I’m sorry,” she gave him an apologetic smile, but amusement glimmered in her eyes, which made him smile, too. 

“No.. babe, it’s okay, I’m just really horny…” he trailed off, then took her arms and tugged her towards him with a big smile on his face. 

“We can call Cas,” she offered with a laugh, giving him a sweet kiss when he brought her closer and nuzzled his nose against hers. 

“Why don’t we test this out, first?” He asked, sneaking his hand between her legs to circle his fingertips over her entrance. Her arousal drenched his fingers and he hummed, pleased with the copious slickness that coated her pussy. 

“Huh?” She murmured, preoccupied with his adept fingers as they found her clit and began drawing slow circles. She nibbled gently on his jaw and kissed her way down his neck. 

“Why else would Charlie make them?” Dean inquired, bending one knee to gently nudge her behind and silently guide her over to his cock. She pulled away from his throat to consider his question as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

“Well, she did say-” She started thoughtfully, sinking down on his cock. 

“Exactly,” Dean cut her off, enjoying the stretch of her walls around his cock. Dean gazed up at her lustfully, slid his hands up her thighs, and flattened one hand up her stomach. “Lean back, bend your knees,” he instructed, then bit his lip. 

She raised a brow at him, but did as he asked. She bent her knees and he hooked his arms beneath, wrapping them around to grip the top of her knees, spreading her legs open for a clear view of his cock inside her.

“Sorry about the movie,” he chuckled, lifting his hips upwards.

“I guess it’s fair,” she smiled at him, leaning back with her arms behind her, between his legs, “since I forgot to tell you about the cookies.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s somethin’ to be sorry for.” 

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Summary: Spencer had a rough day at work, and although he was normally shy and awkward, tonight he was more needy for your attention and affection.

"Come on, not even a little..?" His voice was soft as he looked you in the eyes with a smile on his face, his cold fingers wrapped around your wrist lightly as he holds your hand to the hardened bulge in his pants. You were both sitting on the couch, cuddled up and watching The Grinch with cups of cocoa in hand moments prior, the holidays being only days away.

But nothing prepared you for the sudden urgency in Spencer's actions.

"I'm not sure-..." You say with a playful tone and sly smile on your face. You were playing hard to get, the situation at hand causing you to be slightly nervous around your usually timid boyfriend.

"What's in it for me?"

"I could give you a few reasons, if you'd like. It might take an hour or two-" you giggled at that sentence, knowing very well of Spencer's limitations in bed.

"Spencer, I give it twenty minutes."

"You wanna bet?" The serious tone in his voice throws you off, the gaze that was once soft before staring right through your skull with an expression that you can't explain, and as the t.v dully plays the Christmas classic in the background, it slowly fades out as you somehow get lost in a trance.

He was hungry.

And he was hungry for you.

"You know, having multiple orgasms a day tends to raise the levels of serotonin in your body.." he says quietly as he leans in slowly, his hot breath fanning over your neck before his lips begin showering small kisses along the nape. And when you let out a small whimper, - giving him recognition of your sweet spot-, he latched onto it and began sucking gently, his tongue glazing across your skin while his hand slides up your leg slowly, pulling it over his lap.

"Spencer-..Auh!" You were cut off by your own moan when he pulled away suddenly with a loud pop! his half lidded lust filled eyes gleaming and a smile spreading across his face as he examines his work.

"I'm normally not the best at giving you such pretty jewelry.." he says just above a whisper, those cold fingers grazing over the sensitive bruise forming over your neck, causing you to whimper.

"Do you want to go to the room?"

You nodded your head slowly, biting your lower lip as he stands up slowly, grabbing your hands and gently pulling you up from the couch.

"Come on, baby." His words were gentle as he guided you to your bedroom, opening the door for you and flicking on the light before shutting it behind himself gently. He walked up to you slowly, his hands immediately slipping under your shirt and holding your hips like you were a delicate flower that had just started to blossom, and as your hands slithered up his arms and shoulders, into his curly brown hair, you tugged on it gently, earning a groan of approval from him before he leaned in eagerly to take your lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

You walked back to the bed slowly and carefully, your hands still tangled in his hair as he works on the buttons of your pajama blouse, -a matching holiday set for the movie theme-, and when he finally removed it and discarded it to the side, you switched positions, him sitting down on the edge of the bed as you cradle him inbetween your legs.

"You're gonna drive me crazy.." he breathed out against your lips, letting out a small whine when you pulled away to take off your pajama bottoms, but you were quick to get back in his lap, cradling him in the same fashion as before and continuing the heated dance between your tongues, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly before he cups your ass gently, giving it a light squeeze before pulling away from the kiss.

"Look at you.." He said with a smirk, leaning back ever so slightly as he places his hands on your hips, looking you up and down slowly as to take in the red and white push up bra and matching underwear set you were wearing. You were embarrassed, unwilling to admit the fact you bought a candy cane themed lingerie set.

"My personal little present."

Your cheeks started heating up at that sentence, the wetness between your legs increasing as one of his hands moves closer to your inner thigh, his thumb playing at the wet spot in your underwear,causing you to shudder.

"What, am I touching something? Right... here?" His eyes never left yours as he circled around that wet spot with his thumb before pressing down on your clit through your underwear gently, causing you to gasp out and your thighs to flinch at the sudden pressure.

"Yes-" you breathed out, just barely anyways, head hung low as your eyes fixate on the hand between your legs, his cold thumb using your eager bud as a means for warmth, circling it through the clothe slowly as you whimpered and twitched gently.

"Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this-"

"-I want this." You cut him off short and he was quick to react, his other hand reaching around your back to unhook your bra swiftly so you could let it fall off your shoulders and chick it to the side. You barely even had a second to think before his mouth was latching onto one of your perk nipples, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it gently with his teeth, earning a moan from you in response as you grind your hips slowly, your clothed heat desperate for friction against the bulge in his pajama bottoms.

As he pulled away from your breast, he braced one hand underneath you and one hand on your back, lifting you up carefully and turning around to lay you on your back on the bed, standing up slowly to unbutton his pajama top slowly, eyes never leaving his as he did so. And as he turned his head to toss it to the side, you took a moment to appreciate his beauty, curly chocolate hair tussled from your fingers, his pale skin now full of color considering the chemistry between you two, you would assume you looked the same to him.

Glowing.

"You're absolutely glowing..." As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke the words you didn't dare say, your lips curling into a small smile as you watch his fingers hook around his pajama bottoms and underwear in one, pulling them down and discarding them somewhere in the room. But you couldn't keep your eyes off of what was between his legs.

He was hard and throbbing.

He was more eager to be inside of than you had ever seen.

"What's this?" You ask playfully, brushing your knee up against his tip only for him to flinch, gasp and then chuckle darkly in return.

"You wanna find out?"

His hands gripped your underwear tightly before he abruptly tore them down the center, causing you to gasp and laugh at his sudden display of strength and desperation.

"Eager, are we?"

"You have no idea how eager I am to make my girlfriend scream so loud the neighbors will be questioning our way of living."

The darkness in your voice set you off, your cheeks heating slightly as he perched himself between your legs, spitting in his hand generously before stroking himself slowly.

"Wait-!"

You were cut off by your own gasp and then guttural moan, eyes rolling back before you closed them as he slid into you with a force you didn't know he had, stretching out your tight walls abruptly, but not harsh enough to hurt, just enough to let you know that Spencer meant business tonight.

His hands are on your hips, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he stands between them, his hips moving with a steady and fast rythym as he watches your reactions closely, his lips parted slightly so his heavy uneven breathes could be grouped with his light grunts and groans of approval.

His hands were removed from your hips before they gripped your breasts gently, his thumbs flicking over your perk nipples as his hips continue to pound into you with such force your body was jolting with every thrust, cries and moans of pleasure being all you cod muster out of your chest as you gripped the blankets beneath you.

You were sweating, panting, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he continues to conquer your vulnerability to him, his arms hooking underneath your knees and resting your legs on his shoulders as he leans forward slightly, bracing himself on his hands on either side of you as he smiles down at you with that mischievous little grin, his hips unwavering in their actions.

You were crying out beneath him, refusing to look him in the eyes as your body itched and ached for the release that's been building up inside your walls slowly, muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock and causing him to chuckle.

"What, so quickly?"

And at that you were lost beneath him, his dominance over your body driving you to your breaking point and causing you to release yourself around him, your hand slapping onto his arm and gripping it tightly with your mouth agape as you look up at him, breath caught in your throat as your own climax overwhelms your body and he rides your through it.

"That's it.." he whispered gently, giving your cheek a small peck. "Just let it out, just let me fuck you until you can't breathe anymore.."

You were taken aback by his words, considering he was a decently gentle guy, he wound never curse at you or around you, until tonight. And you were so into it.

You whined when his hips slowly stopped and he looked at you with a loving tenderness, that same cheesy grin plastered across his face as you cup his cheeks in your hands, laughing softly, your eyes heavy with lust as you spoke your words gently.

"An hour or two, you say?"

Omg AHHHHH! I know that was short but I was getting SUPER bad writers block with this one. As usual, thanks for reading, don't be afraid to leave a like, and always, stay safe and have a lovely kinktober ❤️❤️

[haravath0t]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

𝐓𝐰����𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,

𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

|| 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝟐 : 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ||

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅!

🦌☕📖❄ the lovely rika (@fushic0re) & i have decided to come together to create a little advent calendar! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 from a mixed bag of your faves ! cozy up with some hot cocoa, sit by the fire, and enjoy ♡

☃ = beware! this forbidden snowman will lead you to works with smut

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 || The Christmas Chronicles: the grinch’s heart grows three sizes - alhaitham x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the local intelligent but stoic scribe alhaitham is minding his own business in the house of daena, reading books and declining applications. it is only when you partake in some random antics in light of the holiday season that his eyes leave the work on his hands.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 || pov: shopping for christmas trees with him - 40s!steve rogers x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style. In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.”

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ||  “A Husband’s Guide to Meeting the In-Laws” - neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: meeting the in-laws…how does that work?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ||  pov: he’s taking you ice skating - 40s!bucky x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 || “A Husband’s Guide to a Noche Buena” - the forgers x filipina!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 || pov: the winter masquerade - royalau!loki x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕 || The Christmas Chronicles: Rex Incognito - zhongli x reincarnated!reader, previously goddess!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  a spin off of the tale of the lone glaze lily…zhongli is taking another walk around liyue, recalling the voice of his goddess. it is only when you come with him to dinner that he cannot shake off the sight of his late songbird. 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “is santa here yet?” - neuvillette x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: in which you and neuvillette can finally have some alone time…except melusines are really eager about these concepts of “presents”.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: Holiday Stress - nanami x baker!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: nanami comes from work frustrated, too annoyed by the recent increase of missions. somehow, he knows what to do once your pretty face greets him as he walks through the door.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 || ☃ “a man’s guide to drunken confessions” - kaveh, alhaitham, ayato, wriothesley

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you were going out christmas shopping, passing the time while he was out with friends, but you weren’t expecting such an important phone call.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 || ☃ pov: mr. and mrs. forger - loid forger x spy!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: for the sake of operation strix, as loid’s fake wife, you had to attend the hospital’s christmas party. how inconvenient that loid found you so attractive in that dress you wore.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “I saw mommy kissing santa claus” - dilf!neuvillette x nanny!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  you had been sure you had tucked in neuvillette’s daughters to bed as he was celebrating a corporate party on christmas eve. however, curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction surely did not bring it back.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 || ☃ "a lover's guide to presents" - alhaitham, zhongli, neuvillette and wriothesley x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you were convinced to play a prank by your best friend to text your significant other that you are their present. how do they react? 

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: heated sparring - loid forger x spy!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you have the rare honor of being close enough to twilight to be your sparring partner.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 || pov: a christmas festival with papamin and yuuji - nanami x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: nanami had to diverge from your christmas festival ooting with yuuji to attend to a last minute mission. what a pain to be a skilled man.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔 || “a husband’s guide to mall santa claus” - loid forger x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: anya decides to utilize santa to hint at you both what she wants for christmas.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕 || pov: coffee is the way to your heart - barista!remus lupin x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a cute little romance between you and lupin has began to “brew” this winter.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖 ||  “a husband’s guide to winter recitals” - loid forger x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  just how will you two sit through a whole hour of…subpar performances…

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 || The Christmas Chronicles: “a fish out of water” - neuvillette x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the iudex has been around teyvat for quite some time, unable to properly understand humans, but he sees you every night, looking out at the skyline of fontaine with longing in your eyes.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎 || “a man’s guide to mistletoe” - blade, dan heng, jing yuan

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: how would they react if they found mistletoe hanging above you both?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “All I Ask of You” - jing yuan x reincarnated!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he remembers you, his lover reincarnated into a new life. he cannot keep himself at a distance anymore, but oh was he happy to know that you still remember it all.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐 || The Christmas Chronicles: “beautiful boy” - nanami x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s christmas eve, and your son is asleep, and the time to play the part of santa arrives. your husband smiles, feeling rather fond of the times that have led up to his point, with his beautiful boy.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑 || pov: he's a florist - florist!kaveh x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  roses are red, violets are blue, how does kaveh show…that he loves you?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒 || ☃ "a sugar daddy's guide to phone calls" - sugar daddy!ayato x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he misses you. it’s only right that he picks up the phone to indulge in your wish to see santa.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 || ☃ “Make It With You” - nanami x sorcerer!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the shibuya incident has finally passed, and you two finally go on a deserved vacation to malaysia. for once, he wants to be selfish.

[ciaossu-imagines]

rayne ames + numbers 9 & 29 from christmas prompt 2

Yay, Rayne requests! I honestly think this boy would be kind of Grinch when it comes to Christmas or that’s at least how he comes off to anyone who doesn’t know him well, so imagining everything about the magical holiday and him was hilarious. Thanks so much for this request 😊

What is their least favourite holiday dish?

It’s easily yams or sweet potatoes, which Rayne always confuses as being the same thing, despite their many differences. He hates sweet potatoes because of a bad sweet potato casserole one of his relatives made when he was a child. He got bad food poisoning from it, spending several days after Christmas barely able to use the bathroom because his stomach was so bad. He can barely stand the sight of them now and he’ll avoid any sweet potato dish – sweet potato fries, baked or glazed sweet potatoes, anything really. Except for sweet potato casserole – he doesn’t just avoid eating that dish but if he sees it on the Christmas table, he will pick it up, carry it to the garbage and throw the whole container straight into the garbage without carrying at all about the feelings of the person who made it. The sweet potato trauma is just that strong.

What would be the best holiday date?

Most of Rayne’s ideal dates would be low-key and very relaxed. He’s not a person who likes to be in the hustle and bustle, especially since his work as a Divine Visionary is stressful and, on top of his work, it makes him very recognizable when he does go out into crowded places. A lot of his dates, if he tries to go to big events, like Christmas markets or such with his partner, involve at least one or two people stopping Rayne, making a big deal about meeting one of the Divine Visionaries and then it becomes less about Rayne’s date with his partner. For his ideal winter holiday date, I think he’d prefer to do something where he could just relax with his partner and be guaranteed it would be just the two of them. I think he and his partner would spend some time playing with his rabbits out in the snow (with the rabbits kept in a hutch, of course, to ensure that they wouldn’t be able to run away and that nothing could harm them). On a suggestion from Max, Rayne would want to make a snowman with his partner as a cute little romantic thing…the snowman family that is made is an artistic ‘masterpiece’, used here extremely sarcastically. It’s huge and very interesting looking, mostly due to Rayne’s weird additions here and there but it’s a lot of fun. The two share a nice meal together and, as it gets dark, they take a long sleigh ride together, snuggled up together under a thick, warm blanket, a thermos full of hot chocolate with them and it’s just a lovely little day together.

[filthgarbage86]

Part 3, Option 2 - The List: Submissive!Eddie Munson

(this is part of a series that I've been writing but the general idea is that you're trying to figure out which nickname makes Eddie go crazy for and in that attempt, you prove how naive you still are as well) you can find the link to that here

Part 1

Part 2

CW: puppy!eddie munson x afab!reader, smut like absolutely filthy smut, there was plot but that was before, f receiving, face sitting, submissive!eddie, dom!reader, switch!reader, brief moment of degration

Eddie Munson took good care of you. He was always trying to make sure you were pleased not only physically but also in an emotional intimacy way as well. He had such a big heart, you find it really hard to imagine how anyone could be scared of him or think that he's some spawn of Satan. In reality, he was an angel, an absolute darling person.

Most, if not all of the videos that Steve had suggested to you and the ones you found all had very dominant themed names for the guy in the scenes. Which was fine, you loved more than anything when Eddie dominated you. And you knew that most of the names on the list you got just weren't going to encourage Eddie to listen to his own pleasure or even allow you to be able to take on that role or responsibility. You were still going to try them but you were just wanting to figure out what made Eddie blush and feel the same way when he did stuff to you.

At first, you try the basic ones but they weren't really good in that sort of way. And again, there's not much to go off of. So it's not until you two are alone and just sitting in his room that you have the discovery.

You're sitting on his bed and he's sat on the floor, resting his head between your thighs like they're a neck pillow for him while he plays on his guitar. He's strumming out a tune, trying to figure out a chord progression and is so focused that a little bit of his tongue is sticking out. You're just sitting above him, playing with his hair and stroking his face every now and then.

"You're so good, baby"

Eddie shivers a little bit and says a quick little thank you. Interesting.. you had already tried baby but that wasn't it the other day.. You try again, a few moments later.

You start stroking his face and tightened his neck in between your thighs just a little bit more so your presence was notable. You angle his face to look up at you-

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you? How good you are to me?"

He looks wide-eyed and glazed over. Oh this is interesting indeed.

"N...no, I mean, yeah! but not.. those words exactly.."

"Aw Eddie, you're so cute, you're like a little puppy"

He flushes, deep. Oh. That did something. You remember seeing that in one (1) video and you didn't understand it until right now. It makes sense, especially when he's sitting below you, look up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, big, wide, and brown as can be in the soft lighting.

"You like being called a good boy? Aw puppy, you want to be good for me?"

He whimpers. He lets out the smallest exhale of a whimpered moan and just nods his head slightly, completely forgetting about his music task at hand. You stand up straight, motion your finger for him to come up and come closer and he's on his knees, hands out on both thighs to stabilize him a bit, waiting for further instruction. "Look at you, so obedient."

You now take the liberty of lightly guiding his chin towards you with motioning finger and start peppering kisses along his jawline. This new surge of found power is electric and you're only getting started. You still don't really know what you're doing but you're going along and hoping to figure it out along the way.

"Who knew the satan worshipper of Hawkins, the scary Eddie Munson, was just deep down such a good boy that wants to be taken care of and to be good in return. Isn't that right?"

He whimpers out a soft like uh huh to you and you have a grinch like smile. "Use your words, puppy"

"Fuck, yes. I want that yes miss."

"Oh so good for me puppy, you keep calling me that and we will be in good shape today. Now, what does my puppy want? I'm going to take such good care of you, baby"

He starts getting antsy, he's wanting to touch you and be right up against you, but he's still figuring all that up right now. "I.. I want to make you feel good, miss"

"Baby, that's what you do every other time. What do YOU want?"

He looks up at you from his knee-position on the floor and he looks like he's going to melt away "I want you to use me"

Now it's your turn to blush and muttering for words "Okay. Undress me. Slowly."

He starts going for your belt immediately and you have to grab onto his hair a bit tightly, not enough to hurt him but enough to send a shiver down his neck.

"No, what did I say? I said slowly. You have to wait."

He huffs out but he does as he's told. He slowly unbuckles your belt and pulls it out of your jean loops, disregarding it. He goes to hike your pants down, but again, you pull on his hair. He hisses and moans in succession of each other. "Wait... stay.."

He's really into this. He is blushing just as red as before and you aren't even undressed yet. He zips down your zipper and undoes your button before he is gently wiggling you out of the form fitting jeans. These ones really highlighted your hips. So he started to slowly, absent mindedly, kiss your hips and start sucking into the flesh. He looked up at you while still going so immensely slow.

He looked at you like he was in prayer, and you were an angel- no, he was looking at you like you were a god that he worshipped. He starts kneading and pawing at your thighs and takes a big, obscene whiff of you and groans. He looks up at you once more and just above a whisper asks "please?" You give him a short nod to indicate that he could start.

He immediately dives in and you're already having a hard time standing, your knees buckling at him angling himself so you can quite literally ride his face. The noises are pornographic and sloppy from him sucking and slurping you up and you still somehow feel absolutely filthy.

Without trying, your hips start to spasm from pleasure, making your clit rub up against his nose and both of you are moaning for different types of pleasures. You grab onto his hair and you don't hold back at all, swaying your hips up down.

"Fuck puppy... shit- feels so good. You're so so good to me, baby" He mutters something and you pull him off of you for a moment, "don't mumble, what did you say?"

He takes a few deep breathes, looking already fucked over, "I don't want to be baby right now, I want to be good, I want to be your.. your.." You smirked, feeling a bit of deja vu from this "You're safe. You want to be my..." "Call me puppy again, please."

"Good puppy, that's my sweet boy, wanting to listen so well and make me feel so, so wonderful. Tongue out, handsome"

His blush goes down beneath his shirt collar and he continues licking stripes up you, paying mind to go all around your puffy sides and circling your clit just how you like it. He angles himself again to where he's now got a finger entering you with ease, followed by another, slowly going in and out of you. You are practically humping his fingers and face, and you look down to see that he himself is humping the air.

"You dirty, filthy dog. You really did just want to get me off huh? You so pussy-whipped you'd do anything to be praised huh?"

He's nodding feverishly, adding even more friction to the equation. You weren't going to last long, not when he was being so irresistible. "Fuck fuck fuck.. shit, fuck, shit- Eddie I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh FUCK!"

You're essence is dripping from you, it pours out of you without indication or warning. You are washed over with such pleasure that you continue to sit and ride Eddie's face until you literally can't take anymore and have to sit back down on the bed.

Once you catch your breath, you pull him up to the bed to find not only his face is soaked in your essence, but there's a prominent tent and wet patch in front of Eddie's jeans.

"Thank you Bunny"

"Thank YOU. Now... does my good little puppy want to finish the job?"

Let's just say the way he's fucking into you, the way he's whimpering and moaning while just hammering into you? There's a reason he earned his nickname, just like you earned yours

Oh to have a relationship where you're fuckin like a couple of love-sick puppies or bunnies.

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A/N: I KNOW NOT MANY PEOPLE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BUT I WANTED TO GIVE IT A TRY, I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE RUSHED BUT I WAS WORRIED ABOUT LENGTH AND EVERYTHING. If you want more puppy!Eddie or submissive!eddie, leave a comment or request in my ask box!

[malarkgirlypop]

Christmas Tag Game!

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.

Tagged by @blood-mocha-latte, @panzershrike-pretz I think that was everyone. Whoops

Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given?

I get called Floss cause my hair looks like candy floss. It was also my camp name when I worked at an American camp, it was good times.

Where are you located?

NZ!!!

What season is it where you are now?

Summer and omg it is fucking roasting!

Favourite tradition this time of year?

Putting up the Christmas tree, one year my brother did it and built it upside down somehow, don't ask me how, I was just as confused as you.

Favourite holiday food?

All of the summer fruit coming into season. Let me get my hands on some cherries and strawberries

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?

A couple of years ago I made eggnog for my American neighbours. I feel like it tasted pretty good, but it was homemade by me, so who knows if it tasted right. They did say it tasted very good!

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

Got to have the classic glazed ham!

Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Well the latter since that is what I do every Christmas. But I would love to have at least one white Christmas, just to have the experience.

are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

PRO SNOW, LET IT SNOW BABY. (it won't here but one can dream)

have you ever built a snowman?

No, I'm very sad about that fact.

Skiing or snowboarding?

Ah neither, I have some stories about the one time I went on a ski trip with my school. Turns out that in fact that I am not intermediate after one ski lesson.

Do you decorate for the holidays?

I let everyone else do it cause it's so hot, but I love to watch and comment, sure they love that.

Favourite holiday movie?

The Grinch! Dinner with myself, I just can't cancel that again.

Favourite holiday fanfic?

There are? Give me them please!

If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?

Scott Grimes! I mean look at him! We would have the best movie ever!

No preesure tags: (i have no idea who has been tagged or not sorry!)

@next-autopsy, @venus-haze, @mutantmanifesto, @georgieluz, @footprintsinthesxnd, @sweetxvanixlla, @xxluckystrike, @aud-of-silver-lake, @b00ks1ut, @jump-wings, @lenabob, @liptonsbabe, @liptonwashere, @ronsparky, @ronald-speirs

[beesmygod]

i called it "roast beast" bc i didnt know what else to call it but i tried to make vodka gummies at my friends house but i didnt know you were supposed to stir them while they were gathering vodka. as a result they all fused into one super dense gummi mass the shape and size of a glazed ham. we had to cut slices of it like the roast beast in the Grinch....

[hazeltailofficial]

HOLIDAY FLASHBACK

China Glaze Nail Lacquer in Ho Ho No

hazeltail on youtube / hazeltailofficial on tiktok / hazeltailofficial on ig / @hazeltailofficial

[thekimdelacreme]

1 coat of China Glaze “Resting Grinch Face” over OPI “Pixel Dust” Pixel Dust is a cool-toned light pink with heavy pink and silver shimmer from the Spring 2022 XBOX collection. Resting Grinch Face has a clear base with medium and tiny red, green, gold, blue, and silver glitter and is from the Holiday 2018 The Grinch collection.

[thesocialchronicles]

Justin Bieber doesn’t wanna miss out on this holiday. Indeed, the singer and wife Hailey Bieber appear to be enjoying a cozy holiday season while celebrating their first Christmas with son Jack Bieber, 4 months. Hailey, 28, recently gave a peek into their festivities on her Instagram Story, sharing a picture of herself wearing her "Christmas cozies" a.k.a. a blue and white striped pajama set with matching slippers.  The model completed her merry look with some neutral glazed nails for a frosty effect, as seen in another photo of herself enjoying a warm drink in a Grinch-shaped mug in front of their winter greenery. And special beverages weren't the only indulgences for the Biebers this season. Hailey also revealed they served soft-boiled eggs with rich caviar for Christmas breakfast, posting a snap of the savory dish with a heart-eyes emoji on Dec. 25.  They also enjoyed sweet treats with Tim Hortons' Timbits, bite-sized donuts from Justin's native Canada. https://akns-images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20241021/cr_1200x1200-241121154418-Hailey_Bieber_baby_bump450768163_18466564018037292_148121302199688997_n.jpg?fit=around%7C1080:1080&output-quality=90&crop=1080:1080;center,top 2024-12-30 19:32:53

[newspro574]

Krispy Kreme Is Offering a Free Dozen Grinch-Green Glazed Doughnuts — How to Get the Deal

[squipy-shippy]

*points* GOOD TASTE but anyways i am guessing you mean both but anyways

first one:

second one: i have two for this one either now hear me out

OR

no i will not explain

allright nerds i am bored music is my speical intrest it's the holidays reblog with an f/o (3 max) and i will give you Christmas song i think they would listen to/remind me of them