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rebelfell · 9 days

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the return of gym!eddie — or the neighbors AU that nobody asked for… cont’d from here. 1.9k 18+, MDNI

eddie munson x fem!reader (implied plus size)

Eddie was shit at checking his mail.

It was partly due to the fact that his apartment was tucked away at the back of the property, while the mailboxes were up at the front by the clubhouse and the pool and the leasing office. So the only time he checked it was if he made a special stop coming in or out of the complex.

Except if he was going somewhere, eleven times out of ten he was running late. He’d breeze right past them, telling himself it made more sense to check on his way back anyway. But then by the time he was headed back, he’d have forgotten all about it—his brain too fried, or too distracted by an epic solo performed on his steering wheel.

He wouldn’t even remember his mailbox existed until he was already at home, all settled in on the couch and lighting up a bowl while Gollum, Sam or Frodo dozed off in his lap. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to interrupt that just to fetch some junk mail and overly busy sales flyers.

Normally, he was pretty good about grabbing it after he’d finished up at the gym. But with the new year had come scores of new gym-goers all making good on their resolutions. Which was great and all, good for them, blah blah blah.

But it meant his usual quiet, alone time was suddenly...not that.

And he’s just not like Steve, you know? He doesn’t get off on people seeing what he can bench or strutting around in his sweaty tank and green shorts so everyone can take a good, long look at him. Reaching around the back of his own head and grasping at the hair there, squeezing it at his dampened roots until the tendons in his arms flex and his muscles bulge.

No. All Eddie wants is to sit quietly and do his reps in peace and (relative) solitude.

The only person he’s ever wanted to share the gym with was you…but it had been weeks now since your accidental meeting. And he was really hoping the only reason he hadn’t seen you around lately was because you too were also avoiding the resolutioners, and not because you were dodging him after your conversation.

He’d been playing it on a loop in his brain ever since. Not like, obsessively, or anything…

Okay. Maybe just a little.

He couldn’t help it, though. You could have set a world record by now with the way you’ve been running through his mind. Even little, silly things like eating his Cocoa Puffs in the morning has him wondering about you and what kind of cereal you liked. He imagined someday stocking it in the pantry and pulling it out as you emerge from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes, smiling and sated after a night of carnal bliss where he made you come like fifty times.

(It’s a fantasy, okay? Can’t a guy dream?)

Of course no part of his fantasy would ever come true if he never got to see you again.

Maybe he’d freaked you out? Maybe you’d given up on the gym completely because he was such a creepy, weird, weirdo and you were avoiding it to avoid him? Maybe he’d already ruined it.

That thought in and of itself was devastating, but Eddie couldn’t even bring himself to entertain it for too long. Because ultimately, he still felt like everything had gone pretty well.

He knew your name now, and you knew his. He knew you had lived here about six months and that you worked from home just like he did. He knew you had one cat and there were five dogs you walked at various times during the week, but the two he hadn’t seen lived in the complex next door. He also knew you used mango body wash, but not because he asked about it.

Eddie actually felt like he’d been kinda-sorta charming? Maybe? You’d smiled a lot—Ozzy help him, he’d started counting how many times he’d made you do it. And you’d laughed at some goofy little thing he’d said which truly, genuinely, nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

These thoughts and about a million others all swirled in his head as he opened up his mailbox.

He grumbled softly to himself as he flipped through the underwhelming stack just to be sure he didn’t miss a postcard from Wayne or some overdue bill. He was so distracted, he didn’t even notice the footsteps of someone walking up to lean against the wall behind him.

“Anything good?”

Normally, Eddie didn’t scare so easy. Maybe it was because he was still on edge after his work-out with the way the big hulking dude next to him had been huffing so loudly, snorting and grunting like a bulldog doing blow. Maybe it was because he’d been so wrapped up in thoughts about you, he wasn’t remotely ready for you to just appear like he had conjured you.

Wait…had he conjured you?

Whatever the reason—he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. His head whipped around and pain radiated in his skull as it connected with the sharp corner of his open mailbox door. Your eyes widened in horror as you watched his face screw up in agony, wincing along with him as he let out a loud and not remotely manly yelp.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry!”

As you swooped in, the stinging pain in Eddie’s head was instantly tempered. Probably because his brain was now too filled with you for him to remember he was injured.

Holy shit you were so close. Holy, holy, holy fucking shit you were touching his forehead.

The brush of your fingertips along his brow, gently lifting his scraggly bangs—why had he not trimmed them in anticipation of this impossible to predict set of circumstances??—had his heart melting into a puddle in the center of his chest, as did the smile that spread across your lips.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you lamented. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no—you didn’t scare me,” Eddie’s lips vibrated with the raspberry he blew. “That, um. That was on purpose. I do it all the time. It’s like parkour…for your face.”

The laugh that burst out of you might as well have been made of gold, it felt so precious to Eddie. It filled him with a shimmery kind of feeling like on the rare occasions when he drank champagne or that one Fourth of July he watched the fireworks over the lake and they reflected in the water.

“Well, you’re very good,” you said, the words still tinged with your giggle.

It made Eddie grin all big and stupid in spite of feeling like a little bit of a loser. And, hey, maybe he was. But if you didn’t mind, he sure didn’t.

Your eyes then darted downwards and he felt that same familiar surge of excitement as he had the last time you checked him out…until he remembered what he was wearing.

He crossed his arms across his chest, filled to the brim with regret he’d chosen today of all days to wear one of the long-sleeve compression tees he’d gotten for Christmas from Steve. Because even with his chest and arms technically covered, the material was so thin and fit him so tight, it left virtually nothing to the imagination. You could probably make out the raised ink lines of his tattoos if you looked close enough.

Christ, she can see my nipples, he thought miserably as he tightened his grip on himself.

“Headed to the gym?” you asked, with something he dared to believe was hope in your eyes.

“No,” he said, deflating even more. “I just finished. You?”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “It’s been too crowded. Lots of people made resolutions for the new year, I’m guessing. I’ve been going at sort of weird times trying to avoid them.”

Eddie nodded in agreement, fingers now digging into his bicep. Fuck. What was a not-creepy way to ask what those weird times were? Or to ask if you wanted to run away together? Or where to go on your honeymoon? Maybe he’d find out if he could just open his fucking gob and ask.

The realization about his shirt had made a wave of self-consciousness wash over him and even though his brain was moving at about a hundred miles an hour, his mouth was frozen shut. His silence, as well as his abrupt shift in demeanor, had annihilated any undercurrent of flirtation.

“Well, I should get going. I’ve got a dog to walk,” you said when the silence went on just a smidge too long. “I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

Eddie made a sound somewhere between the word yeah and a grunt. You gave him a little wave and started to walk away, the sinking sun behind your body surrounding you in light like a fucking goddess. Eddie seriously considered bashing his head into the mailboxes on purpose. Was he seriously going to blow this again?

“You know…”

Eddie nearly choked on his heart as it leapt into his throat. You did a little spin on your heel and turned back towards him, your eyes glinting fierce with mischief and a smile curling across your lips. Lips that formed the most beautiful words he’d heard since, I just wanted to say “hi.”

“I was thinking,” you said, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. “If I’m ever at the gym and it’s not super crowded, I could let you know. Like…if I had your number?”

Oh, boy. Be cool, be cool, be cool, be cool—

“Are you, uh, asking me to ask you for your number?”

Eddie grinned at you, a little smug in spite of himself as he did. He could only hope his façade of confidence was enough to hide the fact that he was literally jumping up and down clicking his heels with glee on the inside. You smirked back at him, just as smug, if not a little more.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Are you asking me to ask you to ask me for my number?”

The both of you tittered at that, and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about being kind of a loser. Because it seemed like you were kind of a loser too. He beamed as he put his hand up to lean on the wall, giving you a practically cartoonish once-over as though he was about to lay down the smoothest, most panty-dropping line of his life.

“Well, are you asking me…wait, what?”

Eddie’s brain stalled as he tried to repeat what you’d said and he looked away, glancing down at his feet, thwarted by his own hubris. But it made you giggle again and he thinks it might be his favorite sound in the whole fucking world. He wished it could be his ringtone, his morning alarm, the signal on his dryer—

He’s yanked out of his thoughts by the sight of your extended palm, motioning gimme with the fingers he can’t stop picturing laced with his.

“Let me see your phone, dork.”

@tomtomslongdong that shirt is just for you, bb 🥳

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corroded-hellfire · 9 months

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practically begging for a drabble in the universe as as you wish where they finally get the place to themselves and don’t have to be quiet

You say drabble, @munson-blurbs and I write over 5k words. Please enjoy this little glimpse at what happened right after part one 🥰

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, m and f receiving, older!eddie, babysitter!reader, breeding kink

Words: 5.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eating outside in February in Indiana wouldn’t be your first choice, but when your last class gets out after everyone else has had time to claim indoor spots to chow down, you’re forced to eat your lunch at the picnic table that’s getting most direct sunlight. At least you’d been able to grab a nice hot bowl of soup to keep you warm. The sun comes out from behind a cloud, and you think that maybe your luck is changing when you look up and see Peter strolling over to you.

“Not again,” you groan under your breath.

“Hey,” Peter says as he takes the seat opposite you. His smile looks genuine enough, but you know it’s hiding the smarmy intentions beneath.

“Hi,” you reply before shoving another spoonful of soup in your mouth.

“Aren’t you cold sitting out here?” Peter takes his hands out of his pockets and blows his hot breath on them.

No, I’m perfectly comfortable, you moron, you think to yourself. Peter is a nice enough guy, but ever since he started hounding you about why you wouldn’t go on a second date with him, he’d been insufferable. Why couldn’t he just let it go?

“A little,” you admit. “Couldn’t find a space inside.”

“My car is parked just over there,” Peter says, nodding his head in the direction of the parking lot to your left. “You can eat in there; I don’t mind.”

“No, thanks. I’m fine here.”

Peter sighs and tilts his head to the side as if he’s a confused puppy. “Why are you afraid to be alone with me?”

You almost choke on your latest sip of soup. “Afraid? I’m not afraid, Peter. I’m alone with you right now, aren’t I?”

Peter shrugs and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“So, why no second date then?”

The moment the words leave his lips, you drop your spoon into your bowl with a clang and bring your hands up to rub over your face.

“Peter,” you say with a deep sigh, “we’ve been over this.”

“I just want a straight answer from you,” Peter says, as if this isn’t something you’ve already given him many times over.

“How about a list?” you snap, unable to hold back your frustration any longer. “You talk with your mouth full. You called nursing a ‘girl major.’ You stared at the waitress’s chest the entire time she was at our table. And when the people next to us started speaking Spanish, you mumbled something about learning to ‘speak American.’ Which, Uncle Sam, isn’t even a God damn language. So,” your voice is rising and attracting the attention of other students, but you couldn't care less, “if you would kindly fuck off, maybe you can leave with your testicles intact.”

With that, you gather your food and rush off to the nearest payphone. Your fingers, still slightly numb from the cold, dial the number as though on autopilot. To your utter relief, he picks up.

“Scott’s Auto Body, this is Eddie speaking.”

It’s been two days since you two hooked up, devouring each other carnally in his bed while his wife wasn’t home, and you were left unsure about how to proceed. Yes, Eddie had confessed that he had feelings for you–feelings much deeper than the lust that had consumed you that evening. But, as with anything, there were consequences to these actions. And what if the consequence was that he no longer wanted you around? That you only served as a painful reminder of the way he broke his marriage vows?

“Yo? Anyone there?”

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to speak into the receiver. “H-Hi. It’s me.” You bite your lower lip and cringe. Me? How the hell is he supposed to know who ‘me’ is?

“Hey,” Eddie says, and you could swear there’s relief flooding his tone. “How are you?”

The concern in his voice mixed with the fact that he knew it was you simply by a stuttering greeting has you flustered and gripping the phone even tighter.

“I’m okay,” you manage. There’s a beat of silence before Eddie replies.

“Are you?”

“Do you remember that time you told me if I, uh, wanted to bail on something, or…”

“Is someone bothering you?” His tone is firm but kind and it reminds you all over again of why you fell for him.

“More annoying than anything,” you admit.

“Is it that prick you went on a date with months ago?”

Did you mention that recently? Or did Eddie remember that from when you told him a few weeks back?

“Unfortunately,” you say.

Eddie sighs. “Jesus, take the hint, pal.”

“Oh, he’s had more than hints,” you tell him. “He’s been given very direct answers multiple times.”

The only sound that comes from the other end is the faint banging and scraping from the garage. You lick over your cold, chapped lips as you wait for him to say something.

“Where are you?” he finally asks.

“Having lunch on campus. It was peaceful at first.”

This time there’s no silence as Eddie quickly shoots back with, “Do you want me to come get you?”

“Only if you’re on your lunch break. I’ll even buy you something to eat,” you offer. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You.”

The answer and how he gave it so immediately has your face burning despite the bitter breeze blowing outside. You shuffle your boots on the ground and take a self-conscious glance around, as if someone could hear what he just said to you.

“Eddie,” you lightly admonish.

“Love when you say my name.” The way he clears his throat after the admission has you wondering if he meant to say it aloud at all. It gives you butterflies either way. “Be there in twenty, pretty thing.”

Before Eddie gets there, you grab two sandwiches for you to split. To save yourself any possible embarrassment, you pretend that Eddie’s infectious grin is more for the food than it is for you.

It’s more difficult to do this when roaming eyes accompany his smile; the chocolate hues soaking in every last millimeter of your body. “Hi,” he murmurs, reaching over to help you with your seatbelt. You don’t need any assistance, and he knows this, too, but it grants him the opportunity to brush his fingers against yours.

“Where to?” he asks, unwrapping his sandwich from the thin plastic covering and taking a bite. The nickname ‘baby,’ is on the tip of his tongue, but he has to hold back. At least until the two of you figure out what the fuck is going on.

“Home, please,” you say softly, tearing off a piece of your own PB&J. You silently curse yourself for getting such a childish sandwich, but considering the way Eddie’s practically inhaling his, he doesn’t appear to be bothered.

He’s only driven a few blocks when he breaks the awkward silence, leaping right onto the back of the elephant in the room. Or car, rather.

“So, um, about what happened on Saturday,” Eddie starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“I know…you’re married.” You lower your head, too heavy with shame. He’s going to say that I shouldn’t babysit the boys anymore. He’s going to call it all a huge mistake. “It never should have happened.”

You feel your head move slightly as Eddie takes his forefinger and turns your chin to face him. “But it did. And I’m not mad about it.” His voice is firm, confident…it’s something you’ve never witnessed before when he’s talking to his horrible wife.

“…you’re not?”

Eddie shakes his head with a small smile, unable to hide his amusement at your obvious surprise. “Not even close. I’m only mad that we can’t, y’know, actually be together.” His hands grip the steering wheel tighter as he says it; it can’t be a coincidence.

But we can, you think, pressing your lips together in an effort to silence yourself, just leave her and be with me.

Instead, you nod and mumble, “I know.” You take another small bite of the sandwich, hoping the sticky peanut butter will glue your tongue to the roof of your mouth and keep you from saying something stupid and clingy.

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes. “Do you…do you regret it?”

It’s a loaded question. Do you regret letting Eddie Munson fuck you in his marriage bed—the one he shared with his wife—splitting you open while moaning about how good you felt? Not at all. Do you regret that it stirred up feelings that can’t be reciprocated because of his marital status? Absolutely.

“No, I just wish…” you trail off, forgoing your original thought, lest it sound like an ultimatum. Instead, you pose a question of your own. “Saturday night, when you told me you cared about me…how did you mean that?”

He sighs, coming to a complete stop at the stop sign. Throwing the car in park, he turns to you with a look of longing and desire.

“Like this.” Eddie leans in and kisses you, tucking his upper lip under yours. His hand caresses your cheek, and he finishes it off with a soft bite to the plush of your lower lip.

The honk of an irritated driver snaps you both from your passionate stupor, and Eddie uses his right hand to shift gears and his left to give a one-finger wave. You assume that that’s the end of the conversation until he speaks again.

“I’ve cared about you since I saw how great you were with my kids,” he admits. “Tried to convince myself that it was just because, y’know, if something happened to you, it would affect them, but…”

“But?”

“But it was so much fuckin’ more than that.” He doesn’t have enough time to list all the ways he cares about you, the ways he dreams of loving and protecting you. “And now that I really know you, shit, I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”

Eddie stops the car again, ignoring the angered shouting of the person in the vehicle behind you as he turns on the flashers. Before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, his lips are on yours again. His large hands cup your face, the callouses giving you goosebumps as they glide over the soft skin of your cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach seem to float up into your head as you feel lightheaded when the two of you separate.

Not wanting to truly bring that wall down and let him see just how much this is affecting you, you attempt to play it cool—hide how flustered his tender kiss has you.

“And, uh,” you say, clearing your throat before you continue, “what you said about wanting to hear the noises I make…?”

Immediately, Eddie’s eyes darken, and it ignites a fire in your otherwise cold body. He leans in towards you and his voice is low and silky as he says, “I wanted to hear every. Single. Sound.”

It’s getting more difficult by the second to restrain yourself when he makes you want to climb into his lap right then and there.

“And do you? Do you, um, still want it?”

A groan comes from deep in his throat as his eyes never leave yours. “So fucking bad, baby.”

The intense hunger his eyes hold almost has you snapping and throwing yourself at him, but you manage to hold onto that last single thread of restraint you have. Instead, you figure this would be better in a place that isn’t being invaded by the frigid air or when anyone could look in at you two since you’re still in the middle of the road.

“Is anyone at your house?”

Instead of giving you an answer, Eddie puts the truck into drive and presses down on the gas pedal so hard that you think it will fall through the floor of the car. The sudden speed has you pressed to the back of your seat, and you laugh at how impatient he is to get you back to his place.

“Fuck, I love that laugh,” Eddie mumbles more to himself than you.

When you get to the house, it’s so hard not to tear into one another on your way to the front door—even with the biting chill in the air. But there are neighbors and the last thing that needs to happen is someone assuming anything is going on between Eddie and the babysitter and make Brittany out to be some kind of martyr.

As soon as the door is closed behind you though, Eddie has his chest pressed up against your back, his warmth seeping into you.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t know where to touch you first,” he growls in your ear.

“How about…here.” You reach down for his hands and bring them under your shirt. Sliding them up your tummy, you settle his palms right on your breasts. There’s a big goofy grin on Eddie’s face as he gently squeezes at the bra-covered flesh.

“Love these, sweet girl.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head drop back against Eddie’s shoulder as he fondles you.

“You have any idea how many times I thought about your hands on me like this? And other ways?” you ask, your breath bitching when his thumb brushes over your nipple.

“And what about your hands on me?” Eddie asks before pressing hot kisses against the side of your neck.

“Mmm, thought about that too,” you admit. “But I mostly thought about my mouth on you.” You unzip his coveralls and drop to your knees, pushing his boxers down so you can take him in. Precum pearls at the tip of his cock, threatening to drip down the shaft along the thick vein that runs through it.

You wrap your hand around the base, giving kitten licks to his leaking slit.

“Don’t tease me, please,” Eddie whines, cupping his own balls briefly just for the extra sensation.

You move them out of the way, settling in a bit more. “You mean like this?” you ask salaciously, pressing little kisses along the underside of his erection before sliding your tongue along it.

The man whimpers like a damn puppy, clenching his fists and flexing his thighs in a feeble attempt to hang onto his sanity.

“O-Okay, yeah, please, fuuuuuck,” he groans as you take all of him into your mouth. His legs twitch, and his knees nearly buckle and have him crumpling to the ground. “Yeah, right there…shit, thas’ perfect.”

Eddie’s pretty moans encourage you each time you bob your head and envelop him in the warmth of your mouth again. One of his hands rests gently on the top of your head; not grabbing or forcing, simply resting there as if he needs to be touching you in every possible way that he can.

“Christ,” Eddie says with labored breath as he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’ve imagined those pretty lips wrapped around m-my cock so many times. But fuck…nothing beats the actual sight of it. Love watching as I disappear inside your sweet little mouth.”

His words have you moaning around his cock, sending delicious vibrations throughout his body. It’s enough to have him teetering on the edge. The hand that isn’t resting in your hair comes up and rubs over his face as he drops his head back and stares at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. Whimpers spill from Eddie’s lips like a prayer, and you start to move your head faster, trying to let your jaw hang looser.

“Shit, baby,” Eddie manages through panting breaths, “I-I’m not gonna last.”

Keeping up your motions, not pausing for a moment, you moan around him to let him know what you want. You’ve dreamt — both daydreams and sleeping dreams — about him finishing inside your mouth and you need it to come true.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. Another moan around his throbbing dick is how you deign to respond. “So close, princess. Being such a good girl for me—shit. My sweet girl has such a sinful tongue.”

His words have you practically dripping, and you need nothing more than for Eddie to peel your soaked panties off of you. One of your hands slides up and cups his balls, which has him practically keeling over.

“Fuck! Babe, I’m gonna—I’m gonna, shit, I’m cumming.”

Eddie’s warm release fills your mouth, and the tangy taste is like heaven on your tongue. You make sure to milk him for everything that he’s got before you pull off and swallow it all. A little bit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but you catch it with your thumb and pop it into your mouth, making sure to get every last drop.

“Holy shit,” Eddie says, trying to catch his breath. “C’mere.” He tosses his coveralls and boxers aside and helps you off your knees and into the bedroom. “Show me that perfect fuckin’ body of yours.”

Anyone else ever saying that to you in your life would make you self-conscious and be tempted to hide yourself. But Eddie makes you feel safe and desired in a way you never thought possible. He wants to see you like this. It’s a dizzying thought.

You comply, heat blooming up your body towards your face as his gaze is trained on you while he makes himself comfortable up against the headboard. Every little movement, his eyes track it. It’s like you stripping down bare is a class he has to take and he’s the most studious student there ever was. By the time you’re slipping off the last offending item—your drenched panties—you’ve already forgotten that the heap of your clothes is there at the foot of the bed.

Crawling up the mattress to him, you’re about to straddle his waist when he shakes his head. He scoots down a bit so his head is resting flat against his pillow.

“Want you to ride my face, sweet girl.”

The request catches you by surprise and you can’t help the pinch that forms on your brow.

“Are you sure?”

Instead of a sexy or witty remark, Eddie looks you dead in the eye so you know how serious he’s being. “If you don’t sit on my face right now, I will die.”

Leave it to Eddie to bring the theatrics into the bed with you. Still, you give him a skeptical look as you raise an eyebrow.

“You might die if I do,” you say.

“Bullshit,” Eddie says as he reaches for you. Despite your reluctance, you let him pull you up higher towards his mouth. Eddie knows you though and can tell there’s something else you want to say. He looks at you imploringly, doe eyes blinking up at you.

“No one’s ever even eaten me out before you did,” you admit. It surprises Eddie, but he puts a pin in that for later—right now he really needs you to sit on his face.

“Well, let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, babe.” He gently tugs you up so that your pussy is hovering over his mouth. “Now, I’m gonna eat you out, and I need to hear your beautiful noises, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck,” he moans as he wraps his hands around your thighs and lowers you onto his lips. His tongue glides through your folds and fucks in and out of your hole. You seize the opportunity to grind your exposed clit against his nose.

“Eddie, feels s’good,” you whimper.

Eddie moves away for a second, and you frown at the loss of sensation. “I know you can be louder than that,” he grins before resuming his previous position.

Nerves flood your body. You’re not used to being loud during sex; no guy before Eddie had even given you that urge. You will yourself to relax and let him take care of you, your hands gripping the headboard as you ride his face.

“Yes, Eddie! Holy fucking shit,” you cry out, feeling his hold on your thighs tighten. “You’re gonna make me cum all over your face.”

Eddie just gives a muffled hum of approval, moving his tongue but keeping his head still so you can keep rhythmically pressing your clit against his nose. His tongue is magic, fucking in and out of you like he can’t get enough.

Your release hits you hard, and you lean back to brace your hands on his thighs as you ride out your high, practically screaming your moans loud enough for Peter to hear back on campus. Ironic that his persistence for a second date drove you into the arms—and bed—of another man.

You keep whimpering “Eddie” over and over again as you come down, a pathetic little mewl that has him melting. He gently lays you on the bed and hovers over your gorgeous body, pressing kisses to your lips, smearing them with your own slick.

“Love how you say my name, sweetheart,” he murmurs, a slight growl in his voice. “Also love how you taste.”

The word “love” plays on a loop in your head. You want to hear him say it about you. You want him to make love to you, not just fuck you. Could that fantasy ever come to fruition?

The touch of Eddie’s hand on yours interrupts your longing thoughts. He brings your palm to his cock, and you instinctively wrap your fingers around the hardened length.

“Got me hard again, baby,” Eddie hisses, “like a damn teenager or somethin’.”

You can’t hold back any longer, and the words spill out of you. “Inside me, Eddie,” you plead. “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg, but I’d be lying if I said I hated it.” He smirks, watching as your hand glides up and down his erection. He hasn’t been this turned on since…well, since he came home to you wearing his clothes two nights ago.

“Please, need you inside me, wanna feel how nice you fill me up.” You open your legs wider, and Eddie situates himself between them. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for some friction.

He’s got one hand on your right breast, the other holds his cock. “Ready for me?”

“Yes, yes, God yes.”

You feel him push into you, and you instinctively arch your back. His calloused hands slide around your waist as he gives slow, gentle thrusts until bottoming out.

“How’s that? Y’good?”

“So, so good.”

His thrusts get deeper and more intentional, and he grins when he hears the small moans escaping your lips.

“E-Eddie?” Your voice is a strong whisper; it’s all you can manage with the way he’s pounding into you.

“Yes, princess?” A shiver snakes its way down your spine at the nickname. Princess. You’re Eddie’s princess.

You stumble over your words, flustered by the new pet name and anxious about how your next request will be received. “Can you, um, say what you said the other night?”

Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion as his hips keep a steady pace, unruly thatch of pubic hair deliciously grazing your clit. “I said a lot the other night, baby,” he chuckles. “You’ll have to be, uh, a little more specific.”

You try and push away the embarrassment, reminding yourself that you’re safe with Eddie. “When you said y-you were going to fill me so good and knock m-me up,” you try again, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of a bad reaction.

Eddie groans and gives an involuntary hard thrust of his hips. “Holy shit, you’re telling me you like that?” He throws his head back when you nod. “Fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how hot that is to me.”

“So hot,” you agree with another feeble nod of your head.

Eddie grips your waist and flips the two of you so he’s leaning back against the headboard and you’re in his lap. “Shit, Princess. You want my babies, huh? Want me to fill you with my cum, huh? Won’t let any drip out of you, gotta keep it all in there.”

Your eyes practically roll back in your head. All you want is his babies, to walk around with a swell to your belly because Eddie Munson fucked you until he got you pregnant.

“That’s it,” he continues through gritted teeth, “I know you can take it. Such a good girl, wanting all of my cum.”

“Y-Yes, Mr. Munson,” you whimper pathetically, “I’m your good girl.”

Mr. Munson has his brain short-circuiting, and his hips snap upwards at a rapid pace. He wants this to last forever, but the way you look and feel has him on the edge of release once more.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Call me ‘Mr. Munson’ again, baby,” Eddie pleads, pupils blown wide as he begs to hear your beautiful voice.

“Mmm, want your babies, Mr. Munson!” You watch as he throws his head back at the sound of your moans, keeping his frantic pace. “Ri-Right there! Yes, yes, yes!”

The two of you come down from your highs together, you slumped against his chest and his hands resting on your bare back.

“M’pretty sure that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” Eddie finally manages through heaving breaths.

You peek up at him with incredulous eyes. “Really?”

“Hell fuckin’ yes.” He leans down and presses soft kisses along the expanse of your neck. “Everything about you turns me on so ridiculously much. It’s insane. The more I learn about you, the hotter you get.”

You grin to yourself and nuzzle your head against his chest. “Was the best for me, too,” you admit.

“Yeah?” Eddie cocks an eyebrow in disbelief. There’s no way he can compete with the younger guys throwing themselves at you…is there?

“Are you kidding?” You look up at him with a shy smile. “All you have to do is look at me and I get wet.”

“Good to know,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. He turns away for a moment before whipping his head back around, peering at you dramatically. “How ‘bout now?”

You press your lips to his in what’s supposed to be a romantic kiss, but your smiles get in the way.

“Hey, uh, did you…” he starts, clears his throat, and then tries again. “Was I really the first guy to eat you out?”

You nod, downcasting your eyes in embarrassment. “No one ever offered, but I never asked or anything, so…”

Eddie takes your chin in his hand and pulls your gaze back to him. “You never have to ask me,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “I love being able to make you feel good. If I ever turn down eating your pussy, call an ambulance, because I clearly need medical attention.”

Giggling, you go to rest your head on his shoulder when you catch sight of the clock on his bedside table. “Oh, I have to go get the boys,” you say, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“Pretty sure we left a trail of clothes around the house. You go get the troublemakers; I’ll clean up.”

You nod and lean up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He cups your face in his hands and just stares. “Don’t want to let you go,” he murmurs, just short of a whine.

“I won’t be long,” you whisper against his lips.

“Hurry back,” he calls out dramatically, but he’s only half-joking. All he wants is you in his bed, tangled in the sheets, touching each other like you’ll never get enough.

You reach for your purse and dig out your keys. “Wait, I don’t have my car. You picked me up from campus.”

“Take my truck, baby,” Eddie offers, taking his own set of keys from the coveralls laying on the ground and tossing them to you. “We can take the kids to the park or something then the Munson men will bring you back to your car.”

“Such gentlemen.” You giggle when Eddie bows, still fully naked.

It feels like a scavenger hunt to find all the articles of clothing you’d shed, but you’re finally able to get dressed and dart out of the house to pick up Ryan and Luke from school.

When you return back, small Munsons in tow, the scent of just-fried bacon wafts past your nostrils.

“That is the best smell in the world,” Luke declares. He walks towards the kitchen as if he’s in a trance.

You follow behind him and Ryan and see Eddie washing a frying pan out in the sink.

“Daddy!” Luke clings to Eddie’s hips, surprised to see his dad home early. He squeezes him tight, and Eddie has to swallow his emotions before turning around to greet him.

“Hey, buddy.” He drops the pan and sponge in the sink and scoops Luke up and presses a kiss to his head, then ruffles Ryan’s hair.

“Bacon smells good,” Ryan says, peering at the counter where the strips lay on oil-soaked Bounty sheets.

“Thought it could be a snack for the ride to the park. How’s that sound?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

Both boys cheer, with Luke breaking out into some sort of kung-fu inspired happy dance. His little feet shuffle back and forth along the kitchen tile while his little hands punch the air.

Eddie just laughs and tells his sons, “Go change out of your school clothes and grab your heavy coats.”

Once they’re out of the kitchen, you raise an eyebrow at Eddie and speak softly to him. “Hungry after such a vigorous workout?”

“A little.” He chuckles and gives a shrug. “But really, I was paranoid that it would smell like sex in here.”

You giggle and cover your mouth, worried that you’re too loud. The last thing you need is for the boys to ask what’s so funny.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, kissing just under your earlobe.

Ryan and Luke come back into the kitchen before you can respond, so you just stand there flustered. It goes unnoticed, since the boys ramble on as the food gets packed up, sneakers are tied, and doors are locked.

“This is the best day ever!” Luke announces, opening the car door and climbing into his booster seat.

“I agree.” Eddie throws a wink in your direction, and your stomach does a flip as you buckle your seatbelt.

Maybe there is more than just lust between you and Mr. Munson.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #request #AYW #AYWS

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blueberrypancakesworld · 25 days

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Hidden relationship - Samuel Lafferty x fem!reader

It was a day in the small village when everyone had been assigned a place in the church and knew where to sit. The families with their children running around outside before the service began. The Sunday service, the pensioners who were happy to see their friends and grandchildren, the neighbors who brought cakes, there was an exuberant atmosphere.

A mood that also applied to the young woman, who seemed to be an isolated case in the small community of the Lafferty family. A family that goes far, far back in history.

Especially the head of the family, the pastor of the congregation, and his sons, who all worked in business or were family men on the side, or like his son Samuel, the aspiring priest and preacher of the congregation, who took over his father's ministry after he had gone on a pilgrimage.

But the congregation was sheltered, and that was what mattered… if it hadn't been for the shadow of lust that settled over the church every Sunday when the priest went into the confessional.

He waited in the box and waited until he saw his favorite, his beautiful angel. The wood, which had small slits, always made him feel like a stalker, but wasn't he already a stalker?

The sweet smell settled on the wood when she came in. The sacred little place that was inside the larger one was desecrated. Her eyes settled on the dark black clothes, the white shirt, the stiff collar, just as stiff and rigid as his cock as he awaited her. His holiness was destroyed with his lust for her, long gone from what it once was. Marriage to his "real" wife no longer brought incrimination or demand when he took his angel.

She knew he desired her during the service, a commonality in the crowd that considered carnal pleasure between them a sin. When her shoes carried her through the church, she wore the clothes he had secretly given her. The package arrived at her door in a "divine" way.

As Sam blessed her she walked forward to him, his fingers lingered on her lips as he gave her the wafer, his voice was rough and commanding but he always was.

It was just the two of them. His hands on her body, his eyes on her body, under her dress. The light fabric, just right for summer, lay against her skin, sheer and so arousing.

Her skin, immediately touched by his lips, his murmured sounds praising her. ,,Such a God-made beauty," he murmured, his breath hot and soaked with wine. It was an open secret that he only had a steady hand when he drank alcohol and indulged in madness like his brothers. But she was the only worldly thing he needed. She was his.

She felt him turn her and her hands just managed to brace themselves against the wood to catch herself. He grew needier for her with each passing mass. ,,Slowly-Sam…please," she replied, feeling herself gasp as he lifted her dress for a moment. He was cold, not warm and landing as a holy one should be.

But that was all she wanted, to lose herself in his coldness while he lost himself in her warmth. She heard him sigh, relieved and longing, as he stroked his fingers almost tenderly over her bare back.

He examined her soft skin and saw the marks he had left behind last weekend. Her bra had apparently never been worn to church like he wanted.

The bite marks and the marks the sucking had left on her breasts were still visible, but all he had to do was turn her over. She knew exactly how he liked the way her hands clung to him when he took her. Taking out his lust on her like his "real" wife ever could. It was a moment they both needed. But most of all, he needed her now.

He let his hands wander over her back once more before he pulled down her lacy underwear and gave her a slap that made her moan with excitement and surprise. ,,Rude for a priest like you," she murmured before she heard the zipper and his apologetic kiss on her shoulder. He would never surprise her like that, he was just too…gentle.

Only seconds later, he entered her without restraint and the moan that came from her lips was muffled by his hand. His own gasp as he was finally buried in her cunt again. ,,Fuck ood-quietly, darling," he murmured, pressing himself against her as he followed his rhythm of unbridled lust, entangling her in a kiss as they both had to contort themselves for lack of space.

But it didn't matter, the forbiddenness was there every time they finished. His gasp, the aroused look, drunk with power, the bright blue of his eyes on her.

He sat her firmly on the chair each time and looked at her exhausted body before stroking her head and engaging her in a kiss of praise. ,Sam-Samuel really… now" she murmured, leaning her head against the cool wood as she saw what he was up to. The priest had not yet feasted enough on his sheep.

He kissed his way up her legs, leaving more marks on her skin before disappearing under her dress. His name moaned across her lips as he sucked at her center like a greedy demon, lapping up the mixture of his juices and hers.

Sensitive and trembling, she worried, but even though the church bells rang that noon had arrived, she knew Sam was far from finished. The sins were still unconfessed and the priest had not forgotten his own demons in her body.

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Info : Hope atleast you enjoyed it...slowly coming back into writting :)

@angelsanarchy , @icarus-star , @loljustignoreth4t , @roryculkinsgf , @walking-dead-corpse , @k1ll3rh0rr0r

#rory culkin #samuel lafferty #under the banner of heaven #samuel lafferty x reader #utboh #utboh samuel lafferty

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ranchthoughts · 4 months

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10 A Bunch of BL Boys People I Want Carnally Appreciate Aesthetically

"carnally" is not exactly my vibe so I adjusted the criteria to "think are pretty". presented in alphabetical order.

thanks @nieves-de-sugui (here), @rocketturtle4 (here), @waitmyturtles (here), and @williamrikers (here) for tagging me!

Akk from Enchanté (Force Jiratchapong)

I've said it before and I'll say it again, silly Force is the best Force.

Apo Nattawin

One of the most beautiful men in the world.

Choi Yuna (Song Jio)

Love her, love her vibe. She's so pretty.

Fah Yongwaree

She's so gorgeous. (also I'm counting Warp Effect as a BL for the purposes of this game. sorry. she's too pretty not to)

Gao Shi De from We Best Love (Sam Lin)

So pretty.

Mark Pakin

Pretty. I don't know what to tell you. Look at that smile.

Net Siraphop

King from Bed Friend had to be on this list in some capacity. As they say, I'm not arguing with a man with brown eyes. Whatever you say gorgeous.

Pat from Bad Buddy (Ohm Pawat)

My best boy. There's just something special about him.

Sean from Not Me (Off Jumpol)

The skin texture, the grime... this is the prettiest Off has ever looked (though Glasses Off from Cooking Crush makes a compelling argument).

Team from UWMA/Between Us (Prem Warut)

Something about his face is so pleasing to me. Also, skin texture!

Wen from Moonlight Chicken (Mix Sahaphap)

The sheen of sweat on everyone in Moonlight Chicken is tremendously important.

I think pretty much everyone has done this so I'm not going to tag anyone but this was a fun game! I loved seeing everyone's versions on my dash.

#sorry my commentary is just 'wow so pretty' over and over again. I mean... what else can I say #10 bl boys I want carnally #tag game #also thank you to the gif makers for making posts like these possible!#shout out to the runners up (there's too many pretty people in BL):#Jin Xun An from MTYL/Kim Nojin//Milk Pansa/Mond Tanutchai/Nanon Korapat/Neo from 3WBF/Ren Meguro/Tay Tawan/View Benyapa...

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gillianthecat · 4 months

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jumping on the bandwagon...

10 11 12 BL Boys That I Want Carnally

... or have lusted after at some point in my watching career. (My actor crushes wax and wane over time.)

It looks like everyone else is doing characters, not actors, but I was inspired by @lurkingshan's post which only had gifs no names, so I drew my own conclusions. And I'm rarely attracted to the character—they belong with their partner! or are just someone I wouldn't get along with—so listing actors feels more accurate.

(It was originally 10 because I thought I needed to choose only one of the Guardian boys, but then I decided why not both. But I didn't wanna delete anyone else. So now it's 11. And then I remembered War so now it's 12.)

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Lin Zi Hong (Sam Lin) of We Best Love

Jo Hyuk Joon of Blueming

Zhu Yilong of Guardian (can I count it as a BL for the purposes of this list?)

Bai Yu of Guardian (can I count it as a BL for the purposes of this list?)

Man Trisanu Soranun of Step By Step (but only in character) (which is not the same as being attracted to the character)

Meguro Ren of Kieta Hatsukoi

Ji Sung of The Devil Judge (can I count it as BL for the purposes of this list?)

Jung Taek Woon (Leo) second lead of Happy Ending Romance

Shin Myung Sung (side character/second lead) of Happy Merry Ending

Zee Pruk Panich of Why R U? and Cutie Pie

Izuka Kenta of the Pornographer series and Candy Color Paradox

War Wanarat Ratsameerat of Love Mechanics

Because I have to over explain every list I make... These are not necessary the actors I find most beautiful, and there are some actors I think are absolutely insanely gorgeous (e.g. First Kanaphan, PP Krit, and Matsuoka Koudai) that I'm just not attracted to, sometimes because they seem too young, sometimes just because.

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akkpipitphattana · 4 months

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10 QL Characters I Desire Carnally

Tagged by @firstkanaphans <333 I will do my best to not make this just a list of First Kanaphan characters... but no promises.

Sand from Only Friends

quick, everyone pretend to be shocked! i mean do i need to go into any details, you all saw me being completely beside myself during only friends, let's move on

2. Ray Pakorn from Only Friends

the truth is that everyone from only friends should be on this list, but i'm keeping it simple with just sand and ray. oh to have been one of the people they came so close to threesoming it up with. it should have been me, we would be the ultimate toxic bisexual throuple

3. Ink from Bad Buddy

i'm gay and i love intimidating women that are soft for their girlfriends, what more do you want from me.

4. Sam Anantrakul from Gap

see above

5. Jean from The Warp Effect

JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE ALEX DOESNT DESERVE YOU I WOULD TREAT YOU SO GOOD-

6. Alan Anantachai from Moonlight Chicken

FUCK THE RICH? YEAH I'D SURE LIKE TO 🗣️🗣️🗣️

7. Wen Wongsakorn from Moonlight Chicken

the real reason i was disappointed with the alanwen breakup is because i wanted to be their third, there i said it

8. Nim from The Warp Effect

sorry for the indecent gif but like. PLEASE JUST ONCE CHANCE I'LL DO ANYTHING

9. Namo from Not Me

i would listen to her talk about street art for hours and i'd also treat her better than sean. not better than gene tho but thats a different story, this is about ME

10. Yok Jade from Not Me

SLUT RIGHTS!

i'm not tagging anyone, if you see this and wanna do it just do it

#i'm not apologizing for putting three first kanaphan characters on here you know who i am #tag games

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abbatoirablaze · 22 days

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence/murder, manipulation.

“She’s taken another mate.”

The words echoed in Steve’s head on a loop.

Sharon had been angry, throwing a temper tantrum once Sam had returned without Cinna and Peter, but the news of an impending mating instead. But when she heard who she was mating, it drove a spike through Steve’s heart, and a bucket of ice water over Sharon’s head.

“BARNES!” she screeched, glaring at Steve, “she’s mating BUCKY BARNES?”

“That’s what I was told!” Sam said briskly, before shooting his own glance to his alpha, “from the word that I’ve heard on the grapevine, she and alpha Barnes have already had the more carnal of relations with their wolves and are openly courting one another!”

Sharon screamed in anger, throwing one of her knives at the wall, “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! HOW DARE THAT LITTLE SLUT? SHE CAN’T TAKE MY STEVE, SO SHE GOES RUNNING TO HIS EX FOR PROTECTION, PROBABLY KNOWING OUR HISTORIES. THE FUCKING WHORE!”

They’d set off almost immediately after Sharon had a moment to cool down. She’d made it abundantly clear to everyone that she wanted to go to the Stark lands herself with everyone in tow, and demand for her pup and the ‘traitorous omega’ back.

And Steve would have been lying if he said that there wasn’t a part of him that longed to see Cinna again.

He hadn’t seen her since Tony and Happy originally took her after Saradia’s birth.

Saradia.

His little baby sigma girl.

His heart ached at the thought of how he’d managed to already go three years without seeing one of his pups.

An almost perfect carbon copy of her mother with the exception of her designation. A feisty little sigma from the get-go.

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her partner, “are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?”

She frowned and sneered at him, “you weren’t listening, were you?”

“I’m sorry, I jus-”

“WE need to be a united front,” she reminded him with a scowl, “i get that you are going to come in contact with your exes, but I am your alpha. I am your partner. And you need to support me. Support my pack in my quest to-”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he growled, cutting her off, “you talk of support, but you’re forcing my hand with your manipulations.”

Sharon’s head cocked to the side, “are you really going to act like that with me, Steven? After all I’ve done for you? After all that I-”

“All that you’ve done for me? FOR ME? I saved your pack, Sharon,” he reminded her, cutting her off, “I let you remain on my lands not as inferior wolves, but as equals. And yet, you were the one who stole my lands and pack from under me. Who manipulated me to fit your needs. You’ve been the one who’s unsupportive, Sharon. You are demanding that I go against my mates-”

“I’m your mate, Steve!” she reminded him as she cut him off once more, “I am the one who has their mark on your neck.”

Steve snarled at her, and she projected her aura outwards. But Steve felt a pain, almost like a needle stabbing him in the back of his hindbrain because he didn’t want to submit to her.

“We’re here!” the driver said quickly, wanting to break up the uncomfortable silence in the confined space.

“About time!” Sharon hissed, breaking off eye contact, and the projection of her aura, “remember, Steve. Support me. If you don’t, it’s Sam and Stevie’s head on the line. I’m not playing around with you anymore. It’s time that you finally obey me and recognize the fact that I own YOU.”

And with that, she stepped out of the black SUV, unsurprised to find a half-circle of alphas and deltas all waiting at the entrance of the packhouse. Behind them was each of the delegations. The Stark pack had Tony, Pepper, and their council, and on the Barnes pack had his appointed officials, as well as Cinna, standing with Peter and Saradia.

Steve felt his chest tighten at the sight of his little girl.

Even at three, she really was almost an exact copy of her mother. The only difference was that her hair was a sandy blonde instead of the strawberry blonde of her mothers.

“Cinna-”

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her mate.

Bucky’s arm wrapped protectively around Cinna’s waist, and Saradia turned inwards, clutching onto Bucky’s leg. His other arm wrapped around her, and he lifted her to his hip. She was quick to tuck her face into his neck and scent him as an attempt to soothe herself.

Peter wrapped himself around Cinna’s leg and she put her hand on his shoulder, “it’s okay, Peter...”

“Alphas Carter and Rogers. What business do you have here?” Tony asked.

“I think you know, Tony. We come after receiving a message from our delegate,” she said firmly, “I have made my demands clear in that I receive property that was taken from my pack. I want it back.”

“We have no property of yours.”

Sharon’s eyes shot to CInna and her own pup, “the pup that came from my loins is not mine? And the omega bitch who mothered my partner’s pup? She was marked by him. Does that not belong to my pack?”

“My luna does not belong to you,” Bucky said firmly, glaring at Sharon, “and neither does her pups.”

Sharon scoffed, “you can mark the whore all you want, but she belongs to the Carter pack. She is a traitorous low-level omega who must stand trial for the crimes she committed against me and mine. One of which includes her abduction of my pup.”

“The pup you attempted to kill?” Pepper asked, standing up for her younger sister, “there is no crime in rescuing an innocent pup, Alpha Carter. There is no law against it, even in the strictest of packs. Not even your own.”

“You will not speak to me, omega!” Sharon sneered, growling at the woman.

Tony took a step forward and his guard parted, “you will be wise not to insult my omega, especially on my lands, Sharon Carter!”

“And you would be wise to make sure you give me my property before this becomes more than just a discussion.”

“Perhaps the children should go inside!” Tony offered, looking at Peter, Morgan, and Saradia. He snapped, and one of the caregivers came out of the woodwork and took the kids into the packhouse with a number of the men, leaving just the entourage of Tony’s pack along with Bucky and Cinna.

Sharon took a second, reading the situation before she took a step back, “I don’t aim to start anything with you, Stark. I just come for what is mine.”

“You own nothing here!” Bucky proclaimed firmly.

“I want her head on a platter by sundown!” Sharon argued, “and I want my pup back! Or else.”

“Peter, Cinna, and Saradia are all under my protection and the protection of my pack!” Bucky reminded her, “you’re not going to demand my luna’s head on a platter or one of her children.”

Sharon smirked, snapping her fingers.

The doors to the second SUV opened and Sam was led towards them in chains, while Stevie was following close behind, looking beyond scared.

“Counter offer,” she smiled, “you give me what is mine, and I don’t kill her bastard and the messenger.”

Steve felt his anxiety grow as his eyes shot to Sharons, “What the hell is this, Sharon?”

“I told you that I wasn’t joking around, Steve!” she reminded him, “if you won’t learn your place and keep your loyalties to me, then I’ll just have to punish you…and her.”

Stevie’s eyes widened as he saw Cinna, instantly remembering her, “MOMMY!”

He tried to run to her, but Sharon caught him as he nearly passed her. Steve growled, but didn’t move an inch.

“I’m in control of the little alpha bastard!” she hissed, glaring directly at Bucky, “so give me what I want, or it’s his head I’ll have on a platter!”

Before Sharon could pull her knife from her hip, Bucky had charged her, using his flesh hand to turn it into that of his wolves, he cut the throats of the two guards that were holding Sam’s chains and had wrapped his hand around her throat.

“Let go of my luna’s pup, or I’ll rip your throat out in front of everyone!” he spat into her ear, “the gods know I’ve wanted to do it for years...but now I have a legitimate reason, Sharon...you’re disrespecting my luna. Threatening her pups…you’ve crossed one too many lines for my comfort…and unlike Steve, I will not bend to your will. I’d rather rip it out of you.”

“This will start a war if you do, Barnes!”

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, “one I’d gladly enter to defend my luna and her own...do you really want to cause the extinction of your pack over it?”

“Barnes...”

“Let my luna’s pup go!” he repeated, “this is your last warning, Sharon.”

“You know...I’ve seen what it is that you ‘have’ with your mates,” she smiled teasingly, “I’ve seen the relationship. The torment you allow yourself to be put through because you know you’re not good enough for your mates! Is that why you’re doing this Barnes? Putting your own pack at risk for a woman and her pup because you know that that’s the only thing your good for? Self-sacrifice?”

“A good alpha protects and provides!” he hissed once more before throwing her body away from his, but holding firm on the little boy who was now staring up at him in disbelief. He looked between his father and Bucky, before looking to his mother. Bucky picked the little alpha up and didn’t give Steve a glance as he walked back over to the packhouse steps with Sam as well.

Steve watched breathlessly as he knew that his son was going to be in good hands, but terror over the fact that he was now alone.

“Sam WIlson, beta to the Rogers pack, and little alpha Stevie Rogers are now under the protection of the Barnes pack,” Bucky said firmly, finally looking at Steve. Steve went to open his mouth to argue it, but Sharon threw herself against Steve’s side, “Alpha Rogers...”

Steve looked longingly between his eldest pup and mates, but Sharon was clinging to him.

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you,” she hissed in a low enough tone that no one else seemed to catch, “you walk away from me, and I’ll have my army and allies massacre everyone in sight right here…and kill anyone that was stupid enough to stay on your lands.”

Steve shuddered, looking at her.

“Steve!” Bucky called.

“My allies are waiting in the woods...if you don’t leave with me now, they’ll kill everyone and no one will even see it coming. Your precious mates…your bastards…and I’ll make sure that you stay alive long enough to see it all…before I gut you myself.”

“Alphas?” Tony asked mockingly, glaring at Sharon and Steve. Steve couldn’t move. Between the mark and the open threat, he knew he didn’t have the strength to leave Sharon. She smiled at him before turning her attention towards everyone else.

“Keep them,” Sharon spat, “your time will come, Barnes...just as theirs. Come on, Steve. We’re leaving!”

Chapter 24

Tag List: @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

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