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#cookie monster x elmo

jamalgripperton46290 · 8 months

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MEGA Smut-Shots Masterlist

The Sharpest Tool In The Shed (Shrek x Lord Farquaad)

Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

The Wall Around Our Love (Donald Trump x Elmo)

Banging Into You (Bing x Bang)

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A Juicy Big Mac, Please (Ronald McDonald x Kurger Bing)

A Warm Welcome (Cookie Monster x Elmo)

Sweet Puddin' (Harley Quinn x The Joker)

The Suffocating Scent Of Lust (Joe Biden x Donald Trump)

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Summary: Conflict arises with Harris's new teacher, filling Halloween with more tricks than treats. But it's nothing a visit with Ms. Sweetheart can't fix.

Warnings: allusion to Reader and Eddie's one-night stand, panic attack, Reader's grandma has dementia.

WC: 5.6k

Chapter 6/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

Guns N’ Roses t-shirt: check. Goodwill jeans with makeshift holes in the knees: check. Bandana tied snugly around his forehead: check. Arms littered with an assortment of temporary tattoos: check.

Eddie grins as he assesses his son’s costume, reaching into the thrift store bag as he pulls out the pièce de résistance: a denim jacket, only two sizes bigger than Harris would usually wear. It was a bit over what he’d been hoping to spend, but he’d reasoned with himself that it could also be worn after Halloween. It was an investment, he’d decided, not a splurge.

His smile falters when Harris indignantly stomps his foot, crossing his arms over his chest. While Eddie had hoped his son would go with more badass tattoo options, perhaps a skull and crossbones or even a snake, he had insisted on a Sesame Street theme. Cookie Monster munches on his signature treat as Harris pouts.

“No, Daddy!” he whines, twisting away when Eddie holds the jacket closer to him. “I can’t wear that!”

“C’mon, Har,” he tries, scouring his brain to come up with a convincing enough lie. “Axl Rose wore jackets all the time!”

Harris doesn’t just shake his head; he swivels his entire body back and forth in protest. “I don’t care! No one’s gonna be able to see my tattoos!” He holds out both arms in front of him; nearly every square inch (besides the section blocked by his cast) is covered. Eddie had spent most of last night diligently applying them precisely where Harris had asked, lest there be a tantrum. There was, unfortunately, a headless Elmo from when Harris had asked–no, demanded–that he try by himself. Still, Eddie figured that only one casualty was a win.

“Those are some sweet ol’ tatties,” Eddie muses, biting back a laugh at the two-dimensional Big Bird on his son’s forearm. “But wouldn’t it be cool if you wore the jacket into school and then–BAM!--took it off and surprised everyone with them?

Harris appears to consider this, mouth tucked into his cheeks. “Can I show Ms. Sweetheart?”

“Sure, bud. We’ll stop by her classroom when I pick you up.” Whatever gets us out of the house in weather-appropriate attire. “But first, show me your most metal pose.”

The boy opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue as far as it extends, scrunching his face dramatically until the corners of his eyes crinkle. His middle and ring fingers press into his palm, thumb crossing over them, with his forefinger and pinky raised in the quintessential rock ‘n roll symbol.

Eddie swoops down and smacks a wet kiss to Harris’s cheek. “That’s my boy!”

Standing among the crowd of parents at pick-up, Eddie opts out of making banal small talk and instead chooses to look at the bulletin board. The previous art project that had been hanging against the faded blue paper–”self-portraits” that the students had made on the first day of school–have been replaced by finger paintings of orange blobs that vaguely resemble pumpkins. There wasn’t one for Harris because he was in Ms. Sweetheart’s classroom then, so it’s his first art project in his new class. He eagerly scans the board for Harris’s, frowning when he can’t find his name.

Maybe it’s still drying, he tries to convince himself, imagining his son over-saturating the paper with globs of paint. It wouldn’t be entirely out of character.

Ms. Marion’s classroom is a sea of costumed children. A boy dressed as one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles stands by his mom. A Cinderella, a black cat, and a Thomas the Tank Engine surround Ms. Paula. As soon as Eddie spots Harris, he smiles and waves him over, hurriedly scribbling his signature on the sign-out sheet.

He expects Harris to zoom past the other kids, fueled by the standard Halloween diet of sugar and chocolate, but he just kind of…mopes to the doorway. His shoulders slump dejectedly, and though he keeps his gaze low, Eddie can still see the film of mist staining his innocent eyes.

“Har, what’s wrong?” He waits for an answer, and when he doesn’t receive one–an oddity for his perpetually chatty son–he tries a new tactic. “Wanna show me where your artwork is? I must be gettin’ old, because I couldn’t find it on the board out there.”

“‘S not there,” Harris mumbles, scratching off a flaking piece of the Rosita tattoo on the back of his hand. “I didn’t get to finish.”

Eddie watches as the tears start to slip down his cheeks, and he brings him into the hallway before Ms. Marion or Ms. Paula sees what’s going on. He can’t be certain, but his paternal instincts tell him that they’ve contributed to Harris’s sad state. “Why not?”

“I-I t-tried, but M-Ms. Mar-Marion and Ms. P-Paula got m-mad at me.” The words come out between choked sobs. “‘C-Cuz I c-couldn’t sit d-down.”

“What do you mean?”

“I k-keeped st-standing up, ‘cuz m-my legs wanted to st-stand.” The explanation tumbles out of him so quickly, as though he’s trying to beat the clock. “And they s-said if I did-didn’t sit down, I c-couldn’t do art. But I k-keeped f-f-forgetting, and th-they t-taked away my pay-pay-paper and said, ‘sit in the c-corner!’”

Eddie’s breath hitches, and he has to clear his throat before speaking again. “Did…did that happen in Ms. Sweetheart’s class? The legs thing?”

“Mhm,” Harris manages, “b-but she let me stand and d-do ju-jumps to get the wig-wiggles out. She just t-t-telled me not to do ju-jumps with s-s-scissors, ‘cuz of s-safety.” His breathing increases to a rapid pace, face flushing red as his chest heaves. “B-But Ms. M-Marion ye-ye-yelled at me!”

Eddie’s brows pinch together, and he gently presses his calloused palms against Harris’s narrow shoulders, desperate to prevent him from hyperventilating. “Harris, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you when you’re crying like this!” Despite his efforts, his frustration bleeds into his tone, and he winces when the latter sentence ends with an unwanted snap. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just an art project.”

“Harris?”

The sound of your voice draws the attention of both Munsons. You let out a small oof as Harris flings himself against your legs, and though he practically flew the five foot distance between his father and you, now is not the time to remind him about using his walking feet.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” You crouch down, taking his hand in yours, and notice his quick, shallow breaths. “We’re gonna breathe together, okay? Eyes on me.” You demonstrate inhaling for three seconds, holding for three seconds, and exhaling for three seconds. “Now let’s do it together.”

He hesitates but ultimately follows your lead, and you guide him until his breathing slows enough for him to sputter, “I t-tried to sit, b-but I c-couldn’t.”

You haven’t the slightest idea what he’s referring to, but Eddie fills you in. You feel the heat of anger creeping through your body, not just for the way your co-worker treated the sweet boy, but for her insolent approach to teaching as a whole.

“We can go to my classroom,” you offer, silently sighing in relief when the boy nods in agreement. “I don’t know if I have the supplies to make the same project as Ms. Marion, but if you have a few minutes, you can draw something now. I bet Mr. Will would love to help you; he’s a super-duper artist.”

Just as you’d predicted, Will jumps at the opportunity to help Harris with his impromptu art project, encouraging him to draw something that makes him happy. While he does that, you comb through the mess left behind from the Halloween party you’d thrown. You’d sooner toss one hundred cupcake wrappers in the trash before attempting a conversation with Eddie Munson. He’s simply too unpredictable; kind and thoughtful one day, harsh and guarded the next.

One of the wrappers in your hand drops to the floor and you reach forward to pick it up, pinching the pleated material between your pointer and middle fingers. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on your form, the way the backs of your thighs are slightly exposed when you bend over, and you stand up quickly.

“Are you the Magic School Bus lady?” He takes in your lavender dress with planets and stars stamped all over it. Oh. He wasn’t checking you out; he was just trying to figure out who you’d dressed up as. Good. Anything else would be inappropriate.

So why does a twinge of disappointment radiate through you?

You glance at your costume; with all of the commotion, you’d forgotten you’d even been wearing one “I mean, would I even be a teacher if I didn’t jump at the chance to be Ms. Frizzle?” You motion over to Will, decked out in green from head to toe with two yellow horns glued to a headband atop his mop of brown hair. “Have you met my trusty sidekick, Liz the Lizard?”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, Byers actually used to play in my D&D club back in high school. Made some pretty sick art pieces to liven up that dingy excuse for a room.”

You look between the two of them, trying to do the mental math. “Will, didn’t you say you’re twenty-four?” And if Eddie is thirty, that means…

“I, uh, had a little trouble graduating,” Eddie sheepishly admits, ruffling the back of his hair and offering a tight grimace. “But I got there eventually. Class of ‘86, baby!”

“Worked out for me,” Will shrugs with a grin, looking up from Harris’s drawing. “You were the best DM Hellfire ever had. Although, rumor has it that Erica Sinclair gave you a run for your money.”

Harris picks up a yellow marker, furiously scribbling a circle in the left-hand corner of his paper. You try peering over to see the whole drawing, but he presses his whole body against the table, successfully thwarting your plans. “No peeking!” he warns, not putting his feet back on the ground until you’ve averted your gaze. “‘S a surprise.”

You put your hands up in surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll be surprised.” You raise your eyebrows at Eddie, who shares a similar response in return.

“Dunno when he got so bossy,” he snorts before calling out to his son, “Har-Bear? Five more minutes. We gotta get home to trick-or-treat with Grampa Wayne.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” you echo as Harris grabs a purple marker from the box. “What’s your favorite candy?”

“Hmm.” Harris uses his free hand–the one with the cast–to tap his chin, continuing to color with the other one. “M&Ms. But only the plain ones. Daddy doesn’t let me have the peanut ones ‘cause he says I could choke.”

You shoot a sly, knowing look at Eddie. “I’m sure that’s the only reason. Such a selfless father.” You cross your arms over your chest and cock your head innocently. “And what do you do with all of these confiscated peanut M&Ms, Mr. Munson? Donate them?”

Eddie tucks his lips into his mouth to mask his grin. “Listen, the jig is gonna be up at some point,” he mumbles out of the corner of his mouth, loud enough so you can hear but soft enough that Harris can’t. “Let me enjoy my free candy while it lasts.”

“No judgment here,” you say with a small laugh, “they’re one of my favorites, too.”

“TA-DA!” Harris shouts, startling you, Eddie, and Will. He holds up the construction paper and smiles widely. To anyone without kids–or who didn’t teach preschool for a living–it would look like a bunch of colorful scribbles. But you can tell that he’s drawn a group of people standing by a tree (or a really, really tall flower) underneath the sun.

“Wow, Harris! That’s amazing!” you clap your hands together to punctuate your enthusiasm. “Who are all those people?”

Harris’s pointer finger travels left to right across the paper as he names each person: “That’s me, Grampa Wayne, Daddy, you, and Mr. Will!” The stick figure that represents you has a purple scribble on it, which you realize must be the costume you’re wearing. “An’ we’re all smiling because we’re happy!” Sure enough, each person has a curved red line at the bottom of their face. But there’s something else that catches your eye.

All of the people have a small space between them, except for you and Eddie. The circle that Harris drew to represent your left hand overlaps with the circle that is Eddie’s right.

You glance at the real Eddie, and if he notices, he doesn’t give any indication. “I love it, buddy.” He takes the drawing and inspects it closely. “Yup, this one’s definitely going on the fridge when we get home.” He flicks the paper for good measure. “Go clean up the markers so we can head out, Axl Rose.”

Among the noise of markers clattering back in the bins, you lean in to Eddie, inadvertently inhaling the scent of his cigarettes and cologne. For a brief moment, you’re transported back to the night fate had led you to cross paths; the thought of his lips on your neck in the stairwell has you clenching your thighs and swallowing thickly as you murmur, “I can ask him to make a new one with just you, him, and his grandpa.”

Eddie shakes his head. “N-No. I like this one.” He lets one hand drop to his side and it grazes yours. His rings brush your knuckles, and you instinctively draw back at the sensation of the cool metal and the zing of heat that pulses at his light touch. “Sorry,” he mumbles, not making eye contact.

“S’okay.”

He blinks a few times and redirects his attention to his son. “What do you say to Mr. Will and Ms. Sweetheart for letting you do your art project?”

Harris’s little chest swells as he inhales deeply, storing up as much oxygen as he can fit in his lungs before bellowing, “THANK YOUUUUUUU!”

Eddie brings his palm to his ear canal, rotating his forefinger as though trying to repair a punctured eardrum. “Love the enthusiasm,” he says through gritted teeth. “Seriously, though. Thank you both so much.”

“Of course,” Will says warmly, picking up the marker bin and placing it in its space on the shelf.

“Anything for Harris.” You smile, motioning towards the little boy already by his father’s side. “Have fun trick-or-treating tonight, bud! I can’t wait to hear about all the yummy candy you got.”

Harris scrunches his nose in contemplation. “Are you going trick-or-treating, Ms. Sweetheart?”

“Nah,” you laugh, “I’m gonna stay home and give candy to all the kids who come by.” And pray that Grandma doesn’t curse them out, you silently add.

“Oh.” Harris pauses, grabbing his dad’s hand. “Okay, bye!”

Eddie chuckles as his son pulls him towards the door. “That’s my cue. Um, Happy Halloween,” he adds awkwardly, waving once before disappearing down the hallway.

There’s so much more that he wants to say: you’re the best; you saved the day; you should be my son’s teacher instead of that old, bitchy bat. But he didn’t have time. Maybe another day. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Wayne arrives just a few minutes after Eddie and Harris get home. As soon as his gruff voice comes over the intercom, Harris excitedly buzzes him in. “Grampa Wayne’s here!” he yells, even though Eddie’s standing right next to him. He grabs the pillowcase from the couch; it was originally white, but after Eddie accidentally threw in a red sock with the white laundry, it’s tinted light pink.

No sooner does the older man cross the threshold into the apartment, Harris is trying to drag him out again. “Let’s go, before all the good candy is gone!” he whines. His eyebrows pinch together and he drops his grandfather’s hand. “Oh, wait, I gotta show you something.” He scampers off into the kitchen, and Wayne winces when he hears the rattle of magnets falling to the floor.

“I’m okay!” Harris calls out, running back with a piece of paper in his hand. “Look what I drawed at school today!” He gives Wayne the rundown of who’s who.

Wayne analyzes each person in the picture, stopping at the overlapping circles between you and Eddie. “This is great, Har-Bear,” he muses. “Are, um, are Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart holding hands?”

“Mhm,” Harris casually confirms, taking the drawing back. “‘Cause they’re married.”

Eddie chokes on air as Wayne does a double-take. “Congrats, Ed,” he jokes, clapping a hand to his nephew’s shoulder. “Gotta say, I thought I’d at least get an invite.”

“Shut up,” Eddie grumbles, rolling his eyes. ��Harris, why do you think that Ms. Sweetheart and I are married?” He wracks his brain for answers, but he can’t come to a logical conclusion. Did I talk about her in my sleep? Oh, shit, what if it was when I had that dream—

“Because you gived her a present,” Harris says, eyes innocent and wide. “And when grown-ups love each other, they give each other presents.”

“Oh, he gave Ms. Sweetheart a present, huh?” On the surface, Wayne’s words are as innocuous as Harris’s, but Eddie hears the teasing buried just beneath.

Harris nods. “Mhm. He gived her a tape!”

“It was the Toni Braxton one that she came into the shop for…that day that, uh…” Eddie raises his eyebrows at his uncle, who nods in acknowledgment. He brings his focus back to his son. “It doesn’t mean that we’re married. People have to go on dates and fall in love before they get married.”

The young boy absorbs this information. “So you should go on dates and fall in love with Ms. Sweetheart!” His face lights up at the idea of it, and it breaks Eddie’s heart to let him down.

So, he doesn’t.

“Why don’t you hang that back up so we can get outta here and get you some candy, huh?” He forces a smile and watches his son scamper into the kitchen before turning back to Wayne and shaking his head.

Harris peels a magnet off of the fridge, the one Eddie bought him on their Daddy-Son day. It has a sea lion balancing a beach ball on its snout, with HAWKINS ZOO printed in bolded letters along the bottom.

Lowering his voice to a whisper, he speaks directly to his drawing. “When Daddy and Ms. Sweetheart fall in love and get married, I’ll finally have a mommy.” He presses his hand flat against the paper as though he’s sealing in the wish. He stays like that for a moment until his dad calls his name, and he clutches his pillow case as they head out the door.

Eddie assumes that the love and marriage talk is done for the evening, but the feeling of relief doesn’t last long. The trio of Munson men is halfway down the stairwell when Wayne starts instigating. “Hey, Har, is Ms. Sweetheart pretty?”

“WAYNE!” Eddie grits his teeth and shoots a sharp look at his uncle. The last thing he needs is for Harris to get his hopes up about a blossoming romance between his dad and his former teacher.

“Oh, yeah!” Harris gleefully agrees, oblivious to the mounting tension. He grips the railing and jumps from the second to last step onto the tiled landing below. “Super pretty! Like a princess.”

The eldest Munson turns to Eddie. “Didja hear that? Pretty like a princess.”

“I heard him,” Eddie replies tersely.

“Daddy?”

No. Don’t ask me. Harris Wayne Munson, do not ask me what I think you’re going to—

“Do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty?”

Although he anticipated the question, Eddie still freezes. If he disagrees, Harris will inevitably want to know why not. And if he’s being honest with himself, he can’t name a single ugly thing about you.

He does think you’re pretty. He thinks you’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. And even though he’s literally seen you naked, fully on display for him–a memory he revisits more often than he’s willing to admit–it’s the thought of what you did today that solidifies your beauty. The way you’d effortlessly calmed Harris down without Eddie even having to ask. The frown on his face almost instantly became a smile, the flow of his tears ceasing and turning into the giggles that brought sunlight into Eddie’s life. You did that.

Any woman can be sexy, but you? In that moment, you were perfect.

Fuck.

“Daddy? Hello?”

At the sound of Harris’s voice, Eddie realizes that he physically hasn’t moved from his spot on the stairs. His hand is gripping the banister so tightly that it leaves an imprint in his palm. “Yeah, buddy,” he manages through his Sahara Desert throat. “I think Ms. Sweetheart’s pretty.”

“Like a princess?” Wayne’s eyes twinkle mischievously. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to tease his nephew about a crush, and he’s not passing up this limited opportunity.

“Yeah. Like a princess.”

Education outsiders might think that Halloween is one of the worst days to be a teacher. The lethal combination of sugar and excitement barely contained in tiny costumed bodies seems like a recipe for disaster. But any teacher worth their salt will tell you that there is a day far, far worse than Halloween: November 1st.

On Halloween, there is the expectation for fun. There’s a costume parade, classroom trick-or-treating, and even a little party. The kids are out of control, but who cares? It’s Halloween.

But on November 1st, there is work to be done. And you’re expected to teach the months of the year to 10 four-year-olds who are suffering from candy hangovers and won’t stop asking why they can’t go trick-or-treating again today.

You and Will are preparing for battle as students trickle in, excited to show off the candy stashes they acquired the night before. Abby Carver cries because she ate her Reese’s cup and now she’s sad that it’s gone. Joshua Harrington is continuing to “sling webs” at the other kids despite your incessant reminders that he is no longer Spider-Man. A fight over a KitKat bar breaks out not even five minutes into the day, and you confiscate it before someone causes serious bodily harm.

Two fingers lightly tap on your shoulder—too high up to be a kid—and you whirl around with an irritated, “what?”

“Whoa,” Eddie says, concern etched into his otherwise soft features. He takes a small step back, nearly tripping over a rogue Lego that somehow made its way out of the toy area. He stumbles but catches his balance easily. “Everything okay?”

“‘S a warzone out here,” you try and joke, but you feel it fall flat. You’re too tired for humor. Grandma may not have yelled at the trick-or-treaters like you’d feared, but she did get increasingly angrier with each knock on the door. After the fifth time of her snarling at you to “shut the hell up” (like you could simultaneously be on both sides of the door), you’d relented and just put the candy bowl on the welcome mat, scribbling “TAKE ONE” on a yellow sticky note, adhering it to the plastic container.

Two decades earlier, Halloween at Grandma’s house had a completely different connotation. She’d have a little pizza party all set up for you, and she’d buy a big bag of your favorite candy, in case you didn’t get enough during your door-to-door quests. And she’d always let you watch whatever spooky movie your heart desired, regardless of your parents’ rules.

“That’s what grandmas are for,” she’d said with a wink, and the two of you curled up to watch Little Shop of Horrors. Her demeanor matched the hokey magnet on her fridge that read, If I knew how fun my grandkids would be, I would’ve had them first. You’d stay like that until you both fell asleep, only being roused by your parents arriving to pick you up. The good old days, before Grandma waking up involved watching the confusion in her eyes as she tried and failed to place you.

“C-Can I help you with something?” Your guard goes up immediately when you notice that Harris isn’t with him. The time you’d spent together after school yesterday had been nice, fun, even, but you couldn’t trust that today would be the same. Not after what happened a few short weeks ago.

“I, um…I just swung by to give you this.” He reaches into the inner pocket of his denim jacket; it’s the same one that he lent to Harris when he’d forgotten his at home. A flash of yellow paper catches your eye, and he unfurls his palm to reveal a small bag of peanut M&Ms. “You said they were one of your favorites, right?”

You look at the treat, not willing to reach out and grab it. What if it’s a joke? An elaborate ploy to reel you in, just to shout “gotcha” when you finally let your walls come down?

“Are they poisoned or something?” you quip, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you spike them with Ex-Lax?”

Eddie’s lips part in surprise before he collects himself. “Guess I deserve that,” he mumbles. “But, no. They’re not. I swear on James Hetfield’s life.” He drags his fingernail over his heart in an X-formation.

You take the bag, inspecting it for any sign of tampering, but you come up short. The edges are sealed, and there are no pinpricks as far as your eyes can see. “Dipped into Harris’s stash for me?”

“Hey, these bad boys are technically mine for the taking until he figures out that he can eat them without dying.” Eddie chuckles lightly, peering at you through impossibly long lashes. “But, yeah, I was hoping you’d accept these as part of my apology. Or apologies, I guess. For, uh, for not calling when I said I would, and all of the awful shi—awful things I said to you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he steps closer and says, “I am so fucking sorry.”

You make a small tear in the bag, tapping it against your palm until an M&M falls out. Popping the blue candy in your mouth, you allow the shell to start dissolving on your tongue before crunching on the peanut, hoping you can process what he’s said by the time you’re finished chewing.

This is what you’ve been waiting for—an actual heartfelt apology. His brown eyes reflect nothing but shame and remorse, and you can tell by the way that he’s fidgeting with his rings that he’s anxiously awaiting your reply.

His vulnerability softens you slightly, and considering you haven’t keeled over after ingesting the candy, you throw him a bone.

“This fun size bag covers the ‘not calling’ part, but I’m gonna need a lot more candy if you want me to forgive you for what you said at the music store.” You keep your tone light; teasing, even, but there’s a layer of truth to it. He can’t merely waltz into your classroom with a gift and expect you to forget his hurtful words.

Eddie nods, his frizzy curls brushing the tops of his denim-clas shoulders. “I know. I’ve said some pretty terrible things in my life, but that might’ve been the worst. And, um,” he fumbles his words, desperately searching for the right ones. Semantics has never been his forte. “You didn’t deserve that. It’s not true; your grandma didn’t want to forget you. And…neither do I.” When you raise your eyebrows, he starts to backtrack. “Because you’re so great with Harris; like, you understand him and stuff. He’s always talking about you.”

Daddy, do you think Ms. Sweetheart is pretty? The question replays like a song he can’t shake from his head, its melody familiar but the notes still keeping him on edge. Pretty like a princess, only instead of saving her, I’m the one who needs to be rescued. So much for Prince Charming, huh?

The M&M melts in your mouth while you formulate a response to his candid admission. Sweetness seeps into your taste buds as you try to straddle the line between careful consideration and overthinking. Speak too quickly and you might say something you’ll regret. Take too long and you’ll make this even more awkward.

“W-Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Short, simple, to the point. Your words are slightly slurred by the candy obstruction, but what else is there to say? You could add that you forgive him, but you’re truthfully not sure that you do. His words scarred, had taken your already mangled self-worth and snapped it into pieces, and so did his reasoning for hurting you. Despite the love and kindness you’d shown his son, Eddie had fully believed that you were responsible for spreading personal information that would wound him. It was exactly as Jeff had said: Eddie struck below the belt at the first sign of conflict, so determined to protect himself that he didn’t even realize that he was attacking the people on his side.

The sound of books clattering to the floor snatches your attention from him, and you whip your head to your little classroom library to see two kids standing over a pile of fallen books, guilty looks stamped on their faces. “I’ve gotta go,” you blurt out, dashing off to assess the damage. You’ve never been so grateful for your students causing mischief.

The hour hand crawls to the number two; at one point, you swore the clock was moving backwards. The chaos of the morning was only a preview of the rest of the day’s fiascos, but you and Will had navigated as best as you could.

“Jesus,” he murmurs once the kids have all been dismissed, gingerly rubbing his temples, “that was brutal. I can handle the day after Halloween; I can handle Fridays, but when they coincide? Nope, never again.” He slumps into a chair dramatically, letting his arms drape over the sides.

“Gonna have a glass of wine when you get home?” you joke, wiping Play-Doh residue from a tabletop.

Will nods. “Or a whole bottle.” His focus shifts to your desk, and he nods his chin in that direction. “I see you have something to look forward to tonight, too.”

You follow his gaze, widening your eyes when you see the object he’s referring to. A bag of peanut M&Ms–much bigger than the one you’d inhaled this morning–sits on top of your desk calendar; resting next to it is a cassette. You walk over, curiosity getting the better of you. The cassette is Guns N’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction; you recognize the iconic cover as soon as it comes into view. It’s not your usual music choice, but you’ll listen to almost anything.

There’s a piece of paper taped to the giant yellow M&M bag, folded in equal triads. Messily scrawled across the front in black ink is Ms. Sweetheart. You gently pull the adhesive loose and open the letter, nervously running your forefinger across the irregular edge where it was obviously torn from a composition notebook.

Fun size mistake=fun size bag of candy

Family size mistake=family size bag of candy

I’m really good at fucking things up, but really bad at fixing them. I wish I could say that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but we both know that I did.

You don’t have to forgive me, but I need you to know how sorry I am.

-Eddie

P.S. Not sure if hard rock is your thing, but I saw this at work and it reminded me of the kindness you showed our favorite little Axl Rose yesterday.

“Who’s it from?” Will asks, breaking into your thoughts. “A secret admirer?” He brings his clasped hands to his cheek in mock dreaminess.

You manage a laugh as you fold the note back up and tuck it under the calendar. “If it is, he’s really bad at it, because he signed his name.” When did he even sneak in here to do this? Kind of scary that someone could walk in and you didn’t even notice.

“Aha! So it is a guy!” Will pumps his fist triumphantly, though you’re not quite sure what he thinks he’s won.

“Just Eddie Munson, thanking us for letting Harris draw here yesterday.”

It’s not a total lie, but Will sees right through it. “Uh-huh. Thanking us? So that note is also for me? Can I read it?” He starts towards your desk, outstretched hand reaching towards where you’d tried to hide it, but you playfully swat them away.

You glance at the clock and frown. “If you leave a little early, I won’t tell anyone.”

Will flips you off; over the last two months, you two had developed a sibling-esque relationship that came out more once the kids had left for the day. He grabs his backpack from the supply closet and slings it over his shoulders. “You’re lucky I’m exhausted, or I’d stick around and keep bothering you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, knowing full well that he’s itching to leave regardless. “Gotta save up your energy for when Marshall visits.”

Will blushes at the mention of his long-distance boyfriend’s name. He still wasn’t out to many people, but when you’d casually mentioned the date Jess had with a girl named Robin, he’d felt comfortable opening up to you. “I can’t wait!” His grin is so wide you swear it’ll stretch right off of his face. “Thanks again; you’re the best.”

That leaves you alone with your gigantic bag of candy, a Guns N’ Roses cassette, and an apology that you have no idea what to do with.

Once again, Eddie Munson has given you more questions than answers.

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Hey! Thanks for stopping by my profile. Ya may wanna stop doing anythin' and read this stuff below.

My name is... : @catnamedoggy

I am... : 15 (as of 2023)

I'm a... : guy (male)

I was born in... : September 10th, 2008

Well, I do things like...

- Art

- Graphic Design

- Music

- Voice Acting

- Game Design / Modelling (Roblox only)

Can't even decide so errr.... here's this list.

Oggy, Monica, Olivia, The Cockroaches - OaTC

Baldi, Monika, Theodore Peterson (The Neighbor), Bendy - Indie Horror Games

Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Puppet, Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy, Bon-Bon, The Afton Family - FNaF

Kermit, Rowlf, Bert & Ernie, Oscar The Grouch, Big Bird, Elmo, Cookie Monster - The Muppets/Sesame Street

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby Beagale - Welcome Home!

The Doctor, Clara Oswald, Donna Noble, Rose Tyler, Dalek, Davros, The Master, Cybermen, Ruby Sunday - Doctor Who?

Bugbo, Gerbo, Gradient Joe - Bugbo

Chowder, Mung Daal, Courage, The Eustaces, Bloo, Frankie Foster, Jof the Cat, Dexter & Dee-Dee, Billy & Mandy, Cow & Chicken - Cartoon Network Shows

etc. I still have a WHOOOLE lot more.

So I liked...

- Songs from 1960s - 2000s

- Science-Fiction

- Frutiger Aero aesthetic

- Game Shows (huge on this one)

- The LGBTQ community 🏳️‍🌈💙

- Rock/Punk song genre

- Thriller/Horror, Animated and Comedy Movies/TV Shows

- Ye Olde' Cartoons

I do it for.... free.

Yep, you heard me. Free.

(Asks are also open!)

Alot, and I mean it! Alot!

Twitter (still not calling it X 💀):

@CatNamedOggy (it's basically same as my add but with capital letters)

Roblox: MadnessBoysGames

DeviantArt (yes, that one):

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Discord: acatnamedoggy4335

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#catnamedoggy #pinned info #about myself #about my blog

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rowlfthedog · 1 year

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There are more in there. I know I missed people, but I stopped once I noticed I got past a hundred (Zoot makes 102). I stuck these in an alphebatizer real quick, but I could not think of a Muppet for X...

Abby Cadabby

Animal

Apollo Pajanimals

Baby Bear

Baby Natasha

Baskerville the Dog

Beaker

Beauregard

Bert

Big Mean Carl

Bobo the Bear

Boober Fraggle

Bunsen

Cantus Fraggle

Clifford

Constantine

Convincing John

Cookie Monster

Count Von Count

Cowbella Pajanimals

Denise the Pig

Digit

Dodos from Follow that Bird (all 4 of them)

Dr. Teeth

Dr. Van Neuter

Edwin Pajanimals

Elmo

Ernie

Floyd Pepper

Fozzie Bear

Frank Oz Muppet

Gobo Fraggle

Gonzo the Great

Gramps

Grover Monster

Grundgetta

Guy Smiley

Happy Yellow Creature

Henrietta (The Chicken)

Hugga Wugga

Iggy Wiggy

Irvine

J.P. Grosse

Janice

Java

Java Again (baby)

Jim Henson Muppet

Joe the Janitor

Johnny Fiama

Julia Autism

Junior Gorg

Kermit the Frog of course

King of the Universe

Lenny the Lizard

Lew Zealand

Lips

Ma Bear

Mahna Mahna

Mean Mama

Miss Piggy

Mokey Fraggle

Muppet Newsman (That is his name)

Nephew (Rowlf’s Nephew)

Nigel

Oscar the Grouch

Pepe

Prairie Dawn

Queen of the Universe

Red Fraggle

Rizzo the Rat

Robin the Frog

Roosevelt Franklin

Rosita Monster

Rowlf the Dog

Sal Minella

Sam Eagle

Sclrapp Flyapp

Scooter the Gofer

Skeeter the. Twin Sister

Snowth 1 from Mahna Mahna

Snowth 2 from Mahna Mahna

Snuffy

Sprocket the Dog

Squacky Pajanimals

Statler

Summer the Penguin

Swedish Chef

Sweetpea Sue Pajanimals

Telly Monster

Uncle Deadly

Uncle Traveling Matt

Waldorf

Walter

Wanda

Wayne

Wembley Fraggle

Wilkins

Wontkins

Yolanda the Rat

Yorick (the All-Consuming Skull)

Zoe Monster

Zoot

#barks

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devilsrecreation · 1 year

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List of my muppet au’s and other au’s I’ve seen

Pokemon AU

Muppet Monster AU

Villain au (which I am currently obsessing over)

Demon au

Mafia au

4 MTI au’s:

Magic conch chell

MTI babies

Baby Clueless au

An au similar to where Kermit was never born, except it’s where the muppirates aren’t pirates (it’s very angsty)

Hellhound Rowlf au

My own Royal/medieval au where the more popular muppets (Kermit, Piggy, Gonzo, Fozzie, Pepe, and the EM) all rule their own kingdom (may get into that in a future post)

Pirate au

Wild West au

Circus au

Swap au where the muppets and muppirates switch places. Pew is in Kermit’s position and Black Dog is the star of the show while Kermit is a pirate captain

- everyone’s personalities are the same

Flower Shop x Tattoo shop au

Weremayhem au

High school au

Bluey au

The Owl House au

Muppfam au (where Kermit and Rowlf adopt Scooter and it’s just adorable)

Tickle Monster au

Incredibles au

Vampire au

30’s au

Superhero au

A sesame street POTO au except instead of an opera house, it’s a playhouse built by either Bert and Ernie or Telly and Baby Bear. Instead of a story about love, it’s a story about friendship.

Abby Cadabby is Christine, Elmo is Raul, and the phantom is either Cookie Monster or Oscar. With Cookie, his lair is filled with cookies (even his boat is made of cookies!) and instead of water, it’s milk. With Oscar, trash. Everything is trash.

Like the title says, these aren’t ALL mine (only the ones bolded are). Those are either from my friends on discord or what I’ve seen on tumblr. But they’re all super fun to think about

Side note: I think the villain and demon au’s are more of a general au thing where everyone can pitch in and make their own versions of the muppets in those au’s, which is why I didn’t bold them even though I love thinking about them

#and may i just say these other au’s are GENIUS #also feel free to ask me about my au’s cuz i wanna talk about them #muppet au’s #the muppets

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kicksaddictny · 2 months

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Foot Locker x Sesame Street x Crocs for “Be Seen” Campaign in Honor of World Autism Day

Foot Locker, Inc. has once again joined forces with Sesame Street and Crocs for its annual "Be Seen" campaign, a platform dedicated to fostering acceptance and inclusion. Launched in 2021, "Be Seen" is Foot Locker, Inc.'s initiative aimed at promoting autism awareness and acceptance, recognizing the importance of understanding and inclusivity within the autism community while offering education and opportunities.

The latest collaboration with Sesame Street and Crocs aims to further raise awareness for the triumphs and challenges experienced by individuals on the autism spectrum. The Sesame Street x Crocs collection features beloved characters from the iconic show, including Julia, the first autistic Sesame Street Muppet, as well as Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Abby Cadabby.

The highlight of this collection is the Sesame "Be Seen" Classic Clogs, adorned with charming designs showcasing the beloved Sesame Street characters. These classic clogs are crafted in a white colorway for easy cleaning and are equipped with a pivoting heel strap for a secure fit, perfect for active kids. Exclusive Jibbitz™ charms inspired by Sesame Street adorn these limited-edition clogs, encouraging children to celebrate the uniqueness in all of us. With a lightweight design offering premium comfort, the Sesame Street x Crocs clogs are sure to inspire exploration among children.

Launching on World Autism Day, April 2nd, the Sesame Street x Crocs collection will be available for purchase both in-store and online at FootLocker.com and KidsFootLocker.com. The collection is priced at $55 for pre-school sizes and $50 for toddler sizes, offering families an opportunity to support a meaningful cause while adding some fun and comfort to their children's footwear collection.

#crocs #kicksaddict #footlocker #sesamestreet

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osu! diary, 3rd december 2022

so i've been grinding osu! quite a lot during the past week, when i definitely should have studied more, especially when mid-terms are coming up, in fact, i have one tomorrow morning, but i'm here writing this lol

also i titled this "diary", but this is probably a one-time thing, like yeah yeah, diary in vnese is nhật ký, and nhật (meaning "day") implies the daily aspect of it, but hey, i can't be bothered to write sth daily, not like i have enough ability or linguistic skills to write so much ._.

so yeah, like i've said before, i've been grinding a lot recently. specifically, this is the graph showing the number of plays in the past year

November: 175 plays

December: 59 plays (keep in mind we're only 3 days in)

so yep, the future's not looking so bright LOL

the main reason why im playing so much is because i've got a new laptop, so i'm kinda abusing the storage and specs upgrade from my last laptop

and... on the topic of storage, here we have the amount of storage i've spent for storing the beatmaps

i feel fortunate because i'm currently only into play osu!standard, and not other game modes as well, because god knows how much more storage it's gonna take up

but yeah the first few days when i first installed the game, i mass downloaded the beatmaps. i just looked up some popular artists and download all the beatmaps of the songs that i know. to the point that osu literally temporarily blocked me from downloading any more beatmaps 💀💀💀 they quite literally shouted at my face that i need to stop downloading maps and play more...

of course, after playing for a bit and waited until the next day, i could download more beatmaps again 😈 so as of now, we end up with

...

i have no idea if i'm gonna be able to play all of them. obviously there are also beatmaps from other game modes, and there are 6-star, 7-star beatmaps which i don't think i'm gonna ever have enough skills to play them. i might need to filter them out sometime, for now i can't be bothered to do that, especially when they don't take up that much space in my hard disk.

there's kinda one problem tho, it's when i try to press the Z and X keys on this laptop, but it's a membrane keyboard, and this laptop also happens to be really slim too, so pressing the keys down feels very shallow. i find it really annoying at first typing on this keyboard, still does now, but im more used to the feels. but yeah, it feels kinda weird having to spam these two buttons playing osu!, and since the laptop in general is so fragile, i always feel like i'm damaging the keys somehow. so i might get specialised keycaps just for this game idk (if i do, that would be extremely concerning actually)

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and so the grinding starts, i played some maps that i used to love playing on my old laptop, also tried out some new maps, most of them are songs that i'm already familiar with, so i tend to not have a lot of problem with the rhythms

one of the really good songs that i've downloaded and have played recently is lily allen's fuck you. honestly, the song itself is amazing. the beatmap, well, it's a little bit slow, so i had to do put some mods in, specifically HR - hard rock, making the circles smaller and faster and DT - double time, increase the speed of the song and the beatmap by 1.5 times i think (yeah i know it says double but that's how the mod works ig)

honestly that was pretty challenging to me already, especially when the tempo of the song is 1.5 times faster. but it also pays off with a good amount of pp (let me stop you horny mfs right there, it's performance points) and rank, and ofc had quite a bit of fun playing it, and a bunch of adrenaline as well.

another beatmap is sesame street's cookie butter choco cookie, it's basically ppap, but for kids

honestly i'm still wondering how is this a thing, like, look at this

セサミストリート：ピコ太郎、エルモとクッキーモンスターの CBCC （Cookie-Butter-Choco-Cookie) - YouTube

the beatmap was just the first minute when elmo and cookie monster was singing. there are also quite a lot of difficulties to choose from, so i just played a lot of that song, not to mention because i'm also kinda grinding for stats, and i tried a difficulty that's a bit harder for me, so yeah just imagine having elmo and cookie monster "awh" harmoniously in your ear three times each time the song plays and have that repeat for about 15-20 minutes...

truly traumatised

it kinda pays off tho, i got a 2nd highest on my PB leaderboard, and im now in the 600k (ofc, not a lot, but still sth)

i enjoyed it a lot, i've always loved rhythm games, and osu! is an awesome game, despite it's clearly contributing to my highly likely, upcoming dramatic academic downfall, but hey, circle clicking game is fun, you can't blame me alright?

#osu game #osu!#osu! game #osu!standard

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jamalgripperton46290 · 8 months

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A Warm Welcome (Cookie Monster x Elmo)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

A/N- HAPPY KINKTOBER PPLS! We are officially back after some time and we have lots of stuff ready for y'alls peepers to feast on. Hope y'all like what we've got 4 you. This chapter is a lil short but it's a nice warm up for the other stuff we've got prepared.

(This chapter is dedicated to our first ever commenter, FirmsteadEggers on ao3. Ur very rad and we really appreciate ur comments and stuff, hope u like this chapter!)

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Boxes littered Cookie Monster's new house. A fresh new start, he continued unpacking his things before deciding that he could do it later and left to go for a walk around his neighborhood. As he was walking outside, he caught a glance of Elmo, his neighbor, who lived right next to him, taking out his trash. He continued his walk, slowly familiarizing himself with Sesame Street. Cookie Monster could feel someone's eyes on the back of his head as he walked away. Weird.

Black coated the sky as Cookie Monster ventured back to his house. Was he really walking around for that long? The amber streetlights illuminated his path back home, the occasional car drove by, interrupting the silence draped across the street. It was peaceful, calm. Just how he liked it.

Home, bland and crowded by cardboard boxes, but still home. He layed across the bed, limbs splayed across the mattress. Eyes heavy and sleep-deprived, slumber overtook him as he slept and dreamt peacefully about the new chapter of his life ahead of him.

Cookie Monster awoke and tossed in his bed groggily, unsuccessfully trying to go back to the warm arms of slumber that enveloped him earlier. 1:47 pm, his alarm clock blinked at him, as if it was silently telling him to get off his ass and unpack. So that's what he did, after a few hours of laborious unpacking, he went out for lunch. A cozy restaurant not that far from his house.

Looks like this'll be the place I'll be going to very frequently

Two fried eggs, a piece of toast and some bacon sat in front of him on his plate, practically begging him to devour them, but something, no, someone was stopping him from doing so. Just like yesterday, he felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of his skull, shamelessly staring at him. But who?

He turned around and finally saw who was staring a him. Or who he thought was staring at him.

Elmo.

He just so happened to turn his head away once Cookie Monster looked at him. Weird. Without a second thought about him, Cookie Monster ate his food, payed, and walked back home.

Throughout the week, Cookie Monster swore he saw Elmo practically everywhere. At the post office, the grocery store, the mall, the park, you name it, Elmo was there. It creeped him out a bit but he brushed it off. It's just a coincidence... right?

About a week or two later, Cookie Monster battled the doubt in him and decided that he had to speak to Elmo again, once and for all. Technically, didn't really talk that much, when he moved in, it was only Elmo staring at him and introducing himself, but only after Cookie Monster did.

The day he decided to finally talk to Elmo, Cookie Monster woke up early, ate breakfast, and repeatedly rehearsed what he was going to say as he fought the battle against his nerves. Right before he put his hand on the door handle, the doorbell rang.

Behind the door stood his quiet, observant, and kinda creepy neighbor, Elmo.

"Hi, Cookie Monster... right?" Elmo spoke, holding a small box of baked goods in his hands.

"Hi, yeah it's Cookie Monster... And you're Elmo?" Cookie Monster replied in a cool, calm tone, skilfully hiding his nerves.

"Mhm, so since you've basically just moved in, Elmo thought you might need a nice welcome... Just to make you more familiar with the neighborhood, of course" he added hastily. "Can I come in?" A smirk played on Elmo's lips as he spoke.

"Sure, yeah, of course" Cookie Monster opened the door wider and showed Elmo inside.

"Nice place you've got here..." Elmo mumbled as he glanced around Cookie Monster's house, but more at him.

The pair quietly walked around for a bit, not really taking in their surroundings, just trying to make the empty void of silence less awkward. After a bit, the pair wandered into the living room and silently sat next to each other, raking their minds of what to say to at least make the atmosphere less tense and awkward.

"Soo.... you said something about a welcome?" Cookie Monster croaked out, trying to keep his cool around Elmo. Fuck... how could someone be so tempting when you barely even know them? His black, soul-less orbs shone in the dim lighting of the room, emitting emotions so raw, it seemed as if they were direct windows to his mind and soul. God, the things Elmo did to him...

"Yeah, yeah I did" Elmo squeaked, feeling flustered under Cookie Monster's hungry gaze.

"How about you show me just how much of a warm welcome you're willing to give me, huh?" Cookie Monster commented slyly, loving the way Elmo squirmed under his gaze and blushed at his words. It was adorable.

Elmo paused for a second, surprised at his comment but no less eager as he scooted closer to him. Cookie Monster kept his gaze on Elmo, his eyes never straying as Elmo's hands inched closer to his belt, just itching to unbuckle it and toss it somewhere random, to be completely forgotten until later. Slowly gathering the courage, Elmo carefully unbuckled Cookie Monster's belt and took it off him as Cookie Monster laid back, half lidded eyes full of lust boring through his soul.

Elmo dragged Cookie Monster's boxers down his fuzzy legs and tossed the garment somewhere in the room. Soon enough Elmo's spit ran down Cookie Monster's length, his head bobbing up and down, gagging around it's width.

"Tha's it, keep going" Cookie Monster breathed out, his head tilted back against the plush cushions of his couch, as Elmo's warm mouth and tongue worked him expertly. Tears welled up in Elmo's eyes after Cookie Monster's shlong continuously hit the back of his throat as he relentlessly fucked his mouth. His length twitched in the warm cavity of Elmo's mouth, close to releasing his load, so close...

"Fuck! Thats right, almost there" Cookie monster moaned out, a groan following as his white tadpole spermy dudes filled Elmo's mouth.

"Swallow" He grumbled, a tight grip on Elmo's chin, watching him as he swallowed all his cum, the warm, salty liquid sliding down his throat. Cookie Monster hastily undressed Elmo, softly tracing his fur as he did so, admiring his naked body for a second before beckoning him over with his finger.

Pulling his shirt over his head, then discarding it somewhere like the rest of their clothes, Cookie Monster's hands gripped Elmo's hips like a vice, lifting his body up and down his magnum dong. Moans and the lewd sounds of skin meting with skin filled the room that used to be filled with awkward silence.

"Open your mouth" Cookie Monster demanded, spitting inside Elmo's mouth once he opened it. Elmo's eyes widened as he felt Cookie Monster's saliva on his tongue, swallowing it all greedily.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" Elmo mindlessly chanted as he rode Cookie Monster's length, too cockdrunk to care about how loud he was.

The feeling of Elmo's plush, warm hole embracing his cock sent him into a frenzy. Moans and other sounds of pleasure spewed from his mouth. He spit a few more times in his mouth. Elmo relished in the feeling and taste of Cookie Monster's spit before swallowing it all. Every time.

"Yeah, keep riding my cock like the slut you are" Cookie Monster growled out as Elmo's pace increased, driving him closer to that sweet release.

Elmo's moans grew louder and more high pitched as he got closer and closer to the edge. Soon, Elmo turned into a moaning mess beneath Cookie Monster, as he slowly fucked his cream back into him. Elmo leaned against Cookie Monster, eyes droopy.

"Was that a warm enough welcome?" Elmo mumbled.

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Welcome to the long-awaited KINKTOBER everybody!!!!!!

Buckle up motherfuckers, because we'll be sure to pump up these chapters as much as we can, in an honorary tribute to the holy month of Kinktober 🙏✝️

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, as much as we did writing and editing it <3

Pray for BeezyBee's sanity, bcuz the amount of grammatical and spelling mistakes are fucking. insane. But, we need to feed ya little chickadees the holy bread yk #amen

Speaking of feeding y'all the holy bread, un-like a lotta other ppls who are posting stuff every day 4 kinktober, the most we could be able to do is every other day cuz of school and stuff. We probably won't be able to on some days but we're keeping our hopes up. We'll be posting said chapters around 4/5pm GST or a couple hours after as well.

We can't thank you enough for all the support you've given us. We love ya guyssss <3

See y'alls on the chapters 2 come!

-JamalGripperton and BeezyBee<3

#cookie monster #elmo #crack fic #sesame street

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glancieri · 9 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Women’s White Sesame Street Short Sleeve Tee Shirt ❤️.