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Happy Birthday

It's your birthday, but everyone seems to be too busy to care.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x FemAvenger!Reader (Established relationship), Age gap if you squint, pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart), allusions to smut but still 18+

A/N: My birthday was on the 18 and I didn't really feel like celebrating, so this was inspired by how i felt. Let me know what you think!

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As you woke the morning of your birthday, a heavy, hollow feeling settled in your chest. After you turned 21, celebrating your birthdays began to feel trivial, like a chore. You always seemed to get a little depressed as your birthday drew nearer, never quite being able to pin the reason down. For the third year in a row, you had to plaster a sickeningly sweet smile to your face and deal with the near constant chorus of "Happy Birthday's" spilling from your friends as you passed them in the halls of the compound. You didn't doubt that Tony would bug you about throwing a lavish gala in your honor, something you'd decline relentlessly in exchange for a quiet night in with your friends.

However, when you'd made your way to the kitchen to join the others for breakfast, no one looked up from their plates. Brushing aside the feeling burying deeper into your chest, you sat in your spot across from Bucky, the handsome super-soldier hunched over a steaming bowl of oatmeal. The conversation flowing between Natasha and Thor continued, other members of the team chiming in with their own opinions, but no one seemed to notice that you had sat at the table. You silently poured yourself a cup of coffee, Bucky sending you a quick smile as he caught your movement, almost like he was happy to see that you had graced him with your presence. You returned his smile, gently placing the coffee pot back on the table. Just as you were reaching for the cream, a hand came out from behind you, snatching it up before you could grab it. Looking up, you saw Bruce Banner pouring an obscene amount of cream into his already full mug, nearly draining the carton before he put it back on the table.

You grabbed the remainder, barely having enough to cool your coffee before you stirred in your sugar, mentally swearing at Banner for being so inconsiderate. Finally turning your attention to the food laid out on the table, you notice that there's not a lot left for you to eat. That wasn't unusual for the Avenger's compound, the general consensus being "you snooze, you lose" when it comes to meals, yet you couldn't help but feel as if this was deliberate. As if he read your mind, Bucky cleared his throat, sliding his bowl of oatmeal across the table to you. The aroma of brown sugar, cinnamon, and maple syrup caused your mouth to water, mumbling a quick thank you to Bucky as you took a bite.

"Okay, well, nothing really going on today! Feel free to go about your day as you see fit, leave dinner ideas with FRIDAY." Tony said, sending your heart straight to your feet. You heard sighs of relief as the team mumbled about how awesome it was to not have any missions for once, which you were also relieved about, but as everyone shuffled out of the dining room, some waving their goodbyes as they noticed you, a wave of loneliness washed over you. The oatmeal in your mouth tasted like cinnamon glue, but you forced it down before also leaving the table, wandering aimlessly around the compound.

Your feet seemed to move on their own, leading you towards the lab to bug Tony. He was like the fun uncle you never had, so bothering him while he was trying to work was sure to lift your spirits.

The doors slid open and you immediately heard Metallica blasting through the speakers, Tony subtly nodding his head to the beat as he fluttered between multiple screens. You shook your head, walking up to his work bench and sitting down, your fingers itching to play with the hologram in Tony's hands in order to get his attention.

"What's up, Squirt?" Tony called over the music, the song now changed to Guns N Roses. You gnawed on your lip anxiously, popping your fingers as you focused on whatever he was fiddling with.

"Just wanted to see if there was anything planned for today. Anything you might have forgotten to mention to the group or to me." You responded, praying you sounded casual about it. Apparently, you didn't as Tony flicked away his hologram and turned down his music, planting both of his hands on his hips as he stared you down.

"The holidays are over, I didn't forget Valentine's Day, which reminds me I have to buy something for Pepper. Hey, FRIDAY, remind me to buy Ms. Potts a Valentine's gift." Tony rambled, the AI taking the note. "I'm fairly certain there's nothing to celebrate today. Why do you ask?"

You sucked in a breath and blinked away the tears building up, as you shook your head. "No reason. Sometimes you're forgetful. Sorry for bothering you."

"No problem. See you later, kiddo." Tony answered, turning his music back up as you made your way back upstairs to the living room. You stumbled through blurry vision and into an argument going on between Natasha and Sam. They were sitting with Clint, Thor, Peter, Wanda and Vision, everyone gathered to watch a movie, but they couldn't decide which one to start with.

"I think Back to the Future is an AWESOME choice, Nat!" Sam yelled from his horizontal position on one of the couches.

"Half the people in this room won't understand the references, Sam! Let's watch Indiana Jones instead!" Natasha yelled back, sending a pillow straight into Sam's face. You thankfully slipped past them without being pulled in as a tiebreaker, flitting up to your room to change into some workout gear. Maybe punching something would shrivel the dark feeling still threatening to swallow you whole.

You quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a sport's bra, tying your hair up with a black scrunchie and shoving a pair of headphones into your ears, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge as you once again avoided the movie argument that had now escalated to a pillow fight.

Stepping into the cool air of the basement gym, you were alone to do cardio while Steve and Bucky sparred on mats across the way. You blasted your favorite playlist as you settled into a decent pace on the treadmill, a sheen of sweat building across your chest and face. After your run, you did some lunges before cooling down with some water, someone tapping your shoulder during your break.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I was just wondering if you'd like to spar for a bit?" Steve had been down in the basement for at least an hour, yet it looked as if he'd just begun, a light layer of sweat dusting his cheekbones.

"Oh, sure." You responded, removing your headphones and walking over to where Bucky was still panting. You chuckled slightly at Bucky as you placed your belongings on a bench nearby before stepping in to face Steve on the mat.

"Bring it on, honey." Steve taunted, a small smirk on his face. You steeled yourself before throwing a punch which Steve caught, giving you enough time to sweep his legs out from under him, a thud echoing around the room as the super soldier fell to the floor. While he was down, he threw out his legs to trip you sending you sprawling on your back, the wind being sucked out of your lungs instantly. Steve kept his legs tangled with yours as he rolled you over and pinned your arms to your back all while you struggled to catch your breath.

"Okay, I give!" You cried from under Steve, the pressure on your shoulders beginning to get uncomfortable. Steve let go of you in a flash, standing up before offering you a hand and steadying you on your feet. You felt you didn't do as well as you should have, and as you caught your breath you pondered ways to try taking Steve down with the next time you sparred. The look on your face said enough because Bucky was suddenly snapping in your face to get your attention.

"Are you alright? You've been weird since breakfast." Bucky asked, commenting on when he'd seen you last. Anger poured through your veins like thick, hot lava as you glared at Bucky.

"I'M FINE!" You scream at the top of your lungs, running out of the gym and taking the elevator to your floor of the compound. You sprinted to your room, demanding that FRIDAY lock your door as you buried your face into your pillow, screaming once again as anger, frustration, and heartbreak burned you from inside out. You withdrew your face from your pillow and instead chose to punch it, picking it up and pounding it against your headboard, trying anything that would help transfer the emotions you were feeling away from your body.

After one more particularly intense scream, you wiped your eyes and decided to take a shower in hopes to try and refresh your day. You turned the water up as high as it could go and scrubbed every inch of your skin until you were bright red, leaving the scalding sanctuary in two plush towels. You then proceeded with your skin care routine, combing through your wet hair before putting it up in a bun, donning your most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a tank top. You shoved your feet into some fuzzy yet sturdy slippers and grabbed a book and a hoodie before making your way back to the elevator.

Instead of going downstairs for dinner, something someone else picked out on your birthday, you went upstairs to the roof. Over the years the roof had become a quiet place to read and get away from the business of your life. Saving the world doesn't have a schedule, yet somehow there's always time for you to sneak up to the roof. There was a little sitting area next to a rooftop garden filled with roses, and the sunset so beautifully over the city that it held your attention more than the book you brought.

As the sky grew darker and it got harder to read, you chose to watch the sun sink lower in the distance, the constellations coming out to dance above your head. The wind picked up a bit, but as you went to move you heard someone walk up behind you.

"It's me, don't be afraid." Bucky announced gruffly as he came to sit beside you,

"What do you want?" You asked quietly, turning your attention back to the glittering skyline of the city.

"You missed dinner. I figured you'd be up here though." He answered, He'd guessed correctly and found you in the one moment you had to be alone. "What's wrong?"

"What?"

"What's wrong? You've been weird today, not like yourself, so something's wrong. Tell me." Bucky explained, demanding an answer. He towered over you, instantly making you feel small as his stare pinned you to your seat. His baby blue eyes were full of desperation and care, causing you to tear up again.

"It's my birthday." You whimpered, burying your face in your hands as you tried to hold back your tears. Bucky's heart dropped as he watched you crumble into a bawling mess behind your hands. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug which you immediately returned, burying your face into his neck as you continued to cry.

"Oh honey. Sweetheart, I am so sorry! Why didn't you say something sooner?" Bucky apologized, his voice soft and comforting as you cried.

"I trusted my team to know. I know all of your birthdays." The explanation was a good start, but Bucky knew something else was bothering you.

"But everyone forgot, didn't they?" Bucky asked softly, rubbing your back as you wailed harder. Hearing it out loud was worse than you could have ever imagined, and you never wanted to hear it again. You simply nodded, clutching Bucky's shirt even tighter in your fists as he held you impossibly closer to him, helping you calm down with every breath he took. Once your crying had slowed, Bucky prompted you to look at him, letting him wipe away the stray tears that had fallen.

"I'm so sorry we forgot your birthday. I'm sorry I forgot. You mean so much to me, the least I can do is remember your damn birthday." You giggled a bit in Bucky's grasp.

"I even asked Tony if he was positive there was nothing going on today. He said he was certain there was nothing to celebrate." You commented bitterly, crossing your arms as you pulled yourself from Bucky's lap.

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of him, I promise. But for now, your birthday isn't over yet. What would you like to do?" Bucky asked, distracting you from the anger the was building inside you again. He grabbed your hand and swiped his thumb over your knuckles as you pondered his question.

"I don't know, Buck. I kind of stopped caring about my birthday when I was a teenager. It wasn't until I joined the team that I even got something I could call a birthday party. Hell, Natasha took me to Las Vegas when I turned 21, but now three years later they just stopped trying." Your voice cracked and your chin wobbled, but you were done crying. Bucky rubbed your knuckles again as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"Do you want to go back to Vegas? I'm sure Tony could arrange something in a heartbeat." Bucky offered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"No. I... I don't feel like doing anything, actually." You answered through gritted teeth.

"Oh, a lazy day can be great! You can watch movies or tv shows, listen to music. Does any of that sound good?" Bucky's eyes were full of hope as he offered up suggestions on how to spend the rest of your birthday, but he wasn't understanding what you meant.

"No, like I don't feel like doing anything. I just want the day to be over with and continue on with my life." You explained, bringing your fingers up to your mouth to chew at a rouge cuticle. Bucky seemed to understand as he froze in his seat, and he swore he could feel his heart break.

"Sweetheart, whether you believe it or not, today is special. Today is not just another day to mark off on the calendar. You graced the Earth on this day, and the world was forever changed because of it. If you weren't born today, I never would have fallen in love with you." Your heart melted and your eyes watered once again as Bucky pulled your hand away from your mouth. "I am so, so very sorry I forgot your birthday, honey. I promise I will make it up to you, alright?"

"Okay. I believe you, Bucky. Thank you." You said running your thumb over his as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to do?" Bucky asked, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah. Tell everyone they forgot my birthday and lock myself in my room for the rest of the night to watch them scramble." You replied, causing Bucky to throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"Anything else?" Bucky asked, wiping away a tear of his own.

"A movie and junk food night. Pizza, tacos, burgers and a list of movies you haven't seen yet." Bucky's smile grew wider as he agreed to the plan, escorting you back inside the compound and to your room.

As he went to retrieve his phone and wallet from his room, Bucky ran into Natasha. The red head looked bored with her day, but refreshed from the workout she was doing prior.

"Hey, where are you going?" Natasha called as Bucky passed.

"My girl and I are having a movie night and we're ordering food. No one is allowed to talk to her right now, she's a little upset." Bucky explained, tapping on his phone as he walked back to your room to get your food orders correct.

"Why is she upset?" Natasha asked, following him to your door.

"You forgot her birthday. It was today." Bucky said casually, turning away from Natasha who was busy trying to pick up her jaw from the floor as he entered your room once more. He confirmed the food and ordered whatever you wanted, throwing in as many birthday treats as he could find with every order. As he gathered whatever was in the kitchen for appetizers, Bucky couldn't help but laugh at the flurry of the Avengers as they scrambled to throw together a decent celebration.

"Barnes, why didn't you tell anyone it was her birthday?!" Sam yelled, his hands suddenly full of balloons, cornering Bucky against the kitchen counter.

"You guys were supposed to know." Bucky shrugged, burying his own guilt as he grabbed two cartons of ice cream and spoons before he shoved past Sam. The food he had ordered arrived, so he gathered that as well before he made his way back upstairs.

"Your birthday feast has arrived, my sweet!" He announced, piling the food onto your bed before turning and locking your door.

"You're forgetting something." You answered. Bucky frowned and scanned the bags laid out in front of him. He had your favorite barbacoa tacos and bacon cheeseburger balanced perfectly on top of the New York style pepperoni pizza he'd gotten to share. Along with the entree's, cheesecake and cookies and cinnamon bread doused the room in a sugary smell, your mouth watering in anticipation.

"I did? But I got the tacos, the pizza, and the burgers. I made sure there were extra French fries, and got you extra of everything. Are you sure I forgot something?" Bucky asked, disappointment lacing his voice as he continued to stare at the mountain of food on your bed.

"The movie list." You reminded him, smiling brightly when his face changed from confusion to relief, then to realization.

"Oh! I have it on my phone. Sam taught me how to do that. Apparently there's an app for that." Bucky answered, crawling into bed beside you and handing you his phone. You swiped it open, slightly shocked that he didn't have a password, and found his movie app. You scrolled for a bit, the list of titles expansive and riddled with multiple genres.

"Where do you want to start? A franchise, a romantic comedy, a classic?" You offered, ignoring the perpetual buzzing of your phone as it laid between you and your boyfriend. Bucky picked it up and turned it off, tossing in onto your bedside table as he pondered your question.

"It's your birthday, honey. What do you want to watch?" Bucky answered, unpacking the buffet of junk food and laying it out on the bed.

"Have you already seen Harry Potter?" You asked, fiddling with the ends of your hair.

"Not all of it. I think I've seen the first three?"

"If you don't remember, then we're watching Harry Potter. Fair warning though, I have most of them memorized. They're some of my favorite movies." You grabbed your remote and found where all eight of the wizarding movies were streaming, settling in for a long night of eating and binge-watching Harry Potter.

When you were stuffed with food and halfway through the fourth movie, someone knocked on your door.

"FRIDAY, who's at my door?" You ask, not tearing your eyes away from the tv.

"It's Mister Stark. Should I let him in?"

"No. Tell him and the others that I will not be talking to them." You answer quickly, smiling slightly as you heard Tony swear before he stomped away.

"I'm sorry again, honey." Bucky said, guilt filling his voice as he rubbed your arm, finally breaking your attention away from the movie still playing in the background. His brows were furrowed together as he stared down at you, confusion on his face as your calm gaze steadied on his.

"I forgive you. Thank you for this. It's exactly what I wanted." You commented, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as a soft smile spread over your face.

"You're welcome. Happy Birthday, sweetheart." Bucky cooed, leaning in to capture your lips with his, pouring every ounce of love into you with each languid movement. You lost yourself in his touch, melting at how beautifully your lips fit with Bucky's, like two pieces of the same puzzle finally locking into place. The two of you pulled away breathless and panting, staring deeply into each other's eyes for a few moments more before Bucky cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the tv.

"Are you okay?" You asked, suddenly shy and a little angry. Why would he pull away like that? In the year that you had been dating he'd never pulled away from an intimate moment, so what changed?

"Yeah, I'm good. You're just... a really good kisser. I needed a second to compose myself." Bucky answered, his attention fully on the movie that was almost over yet sending quick glances your way every so often.

"Thank you. You're a good kisser too, Bucky. My birthday wish is to kiss you for the rest of the night." You admitted, turning his head to meet his eyeline. Bucky's eyes darkened and in a flash the food was quickly discarded, his lips meeting yours again. This kiss was heated as he pushed you to lay down against the pillows. You sighed under his touch and settled in for a long night as his tongue swiped through your mouth.

Yes, this is what you wanted, but you still couldn't wait to see what everyone else would pull off to make up for forgetting your birthday. They didn't matter though. All that mattered is that Bucky kept touching you, kissing you, and celebrating the day you chose to grace the planet; the best day of his life. He loved celebrating this day with you, and he couldn't wait for more in the future.

#blurb #birthday #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #avengers imagine #steve rogers imagine

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Are you still taking requests?

yes i am!! send them on in!!!

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HEYO!!!

Would anyone on here be interested in reading a story about my very first Dungeons and Dragons character?

I'd love to actually write about the campaign, but I don't remember a lot of what happened due to falling asleep at the table (our sessions were at night and I usually had to close at work). I also didn't take very many notes outside of anything my character was doing, so the story would essentially be her back story up to her joining her party, maybe expanding on some adventures the party went on (the ones I can remember at least), and how her story ended in the campaign.

She's still alive and kicking, but she is quite literally my baby. She's the first character I've ever created, from start to finish I've loved her. She's a part of me, and I will only share her story if others are interested in reading it.

Let me know!

Love you!

~Mikaela

#dungeons and dragons #backstory #adventures

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Hi do you do any Adam Driver requests??

hiya nonnie!!

thank you for asking such a good question, but it’s kind of vague, so allow me to ask you some follow ups:

would you be asking for adam driver the person a la my hayden christensen x reader fic?

was there a specific character that adam played you’re asking for like kylo ren, charlie barber, or clyde logan?

no matter what, requests are requests, and i’ll write whatever i can to make you happy!

#ask mikaela #anonymous #adam driver #kylo ren

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Ironic

Hayden and Reader met and fell in love while filming a movie. After a four year break, you go on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, and he points something out.

gif not mine; credit to the owner!

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Actress!Reader (established relationship) age gap (Reader is 28, Hayden is 41)

Warnings: Fluff, dad!Hayden, twins are a boy and a girl, pet names (honey, sweetheart), is jimmy fallon in new york or la? hes in new york for this one. mentions of pregnancy, abortion, and childbirth

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You were scrambling around the condo trying to make sure you had everything you needed before you left for the night. You kissed your babies as they slept, quietly slipping downstairs to see your husband. He looked amazing, dressed in all black, his hair slicked back and a smirk on his face.

"You look great, honey. Do you have everything?" Hayden asked, ever patient while you ran through your mental checklist, confirming you were ready to leave. He held out is arm and led you to the car, the babysitter told to make herself at home and not to wait up. Your heels clacked on the concrete path, unconsciously chewing on your bottom lip as the driver opened the car door, sliding quickly into your seat. Hayden followed, grabbing your hand to comfort you.

"I'm okay." You mumble, feeling the lingering stare your boyfriend was sending your way. With a chuckle, he pulled your hand up from your lap and kissed your knuckles.

"I know. I'm still here, sweetheart." The tender moment made your heart skip a beat, tummy now flipping for a different reason, a welcome distraction from the nerves.

"Thank you, honey." You responded, sending him a loving smile. He nodded and kissed your hand again, letting you turn to look at New York whizzing by. It was a rainy November day, the anticipation of snow thick in the air and the condensation on the window blurred the city lights as you got closer to your destination. You hurried into the building, clutching tightly to Hayden's hand as he confidently led you through the double doors. A crewmember corralled you into your dressing room backstage seeing as you were about half an hour early and you took a deep breath to help calm down. Hayden grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and cracked it open before handing it to you, which you gratefully accepted.

Thirty minutes later, you and Hayden stood behind the curtain, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you. Your knees were wobbly and your palms were sweaty, anxiety settling in a ball in your belly.

"Please welcome Hayden Christensen and Y/N Y/L/N!" As the curtain opened, Hayden squeezed your hand three times, a silent I love you. You smiled and waved to the audience, excitedly hopping over to your seat and clapping with the audience.

"Oh my God, I've missed this!" You gushed, a bright smile on your face.

"It's great to have you back! How are you? How have you been?" Jimmy asked, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

"I've been good! Lots of changes, a few new surprises, but it was definitely what I needed." You responded, glancing at Hayden as you spoke. He returned your gaze, smiling at you with so much love and support it almost made your heart explode.

"So you two met on a movie, correct?"

"Yes! It was a cheesy little rom-com called Maybe, Probably. It took about a year and a half to film, and it was a wild ride from start to finish." Hayden answered.

"In a good way?" Jimmy asked, leaning over his desk to hear better.

"In the best way, Jimmy." You responded. A chorus of 'aww' rippled through the audience and you blushed, biting back a smile and turning back to face Jimmy.

"So what was your first date like?"

"Oh it was pretty great despite the circumstances." You giggled slightly at the memory. "I was sick the day of. I spent all day filming outside in, like, 30 degree weather, and I had rain pouring on me. I woke up the next day feeling like crap and I did everything in my power to feel better by the date, but nothing worked."

"Oh no! What happened?" Jimmy urged.

"I called Hayden and apologized. He accepted, then asked me if there was anything I needed. I thought nothing of it, he was just being nice, until about an hour later when he showed up at my place with soup, medicine, and my favorite movie." You gushed, once again blushing as Hayden held your hand.

"Which is funny because her favorite movie is Revenge of the Sith." Hayden commented, laughing with you and the audience.

"Aw that was so sweet! So you took a break soon after Maybe, Probably. Why?"

"I was getting burnt out, in all honesty. I've been in the industry since I was 18, and after six years of non-stop working; filming and interviews, and traveling, It was just time for a break."

"Hayden, how did you feel during that time?"

"I agreed and supported her choice. I know what it's like to work until you're bone tired, and you suddenly stop that routine, you don't know what to do with yourself." Jimmy nodded, listening intently.

"I got cabin fever pretty early on. I deep cleaned the house, read all the books I had, went for walks. I did whatever I could to keep myself busy for about two weeks, before I eventually just hit a wall. One day I think I slept until like 2 in the afternoon, I was just that tired."

"Wow! So you're feeling better, right? Ready to get back into acting when the time is right?" Jimmy asked, flipping through his notecards to keep the conversation flowing.

"Oh yeah, of course! I'm already working on a few new things that I can't talk about just yet, but so far they're pretty amazing!" You answered quickly, wrapping your hands around your knee as you crossed your legs.

"You mentioned some new surprises earlier on, would you care to elaborate?" Jimmy asked, a knowing smile on his face. You glanced at Hayden, who slightly nodded at the question hanging in the air.

"After two years of being together, I found out I was pregnant right around Valentine's Day." You revealed, the crowd going wild shortly after they heard the word 'pregnant'.

"Oh that's amazing! What was your reaction to that?" Jimmy asked.

"I was terrified! I went back and forth for weeks about what I wanted to do; keep it, don't keep it. I ended up calling my mom to tell her, and of course her first question was 'have you told Hayden yet?'. My answer was no, because we hadn't discussed having a baby. We weren't even living together at the time, so I practically chewed my lip off as I debated having this conversation with him." You answered, popping your knuckles anxiously.

"When she finally did tell me, I think we had just missed the cutoff to abort, but I didn't care. I knew I wanted another baby almost as soon as Briar was born, so when Y/N told me she was pregnant I practically jumped out of my skin."

"So about four months after I found out, I went to the doctor. I had an amazing OB/GYN, and she supported my craziness and my paranoia on days when Hayden couldn't be there. Anyway, this was a routine appointment, I'm laying on the ultrasound table, and all of a sudden she gets this weird look on her face. My heart drops and I immediately think the worst; I had lost my baby.... until she looks at me with a smile and pushes a button on the keyboard. The sound of not one, but TWO heartbeats echoed around me and Hayden and I just remember looking between him and the doctor with wide eyes." You giggled.

"You guys had twins?" Jimmy asked, jaw on the floor in shock.

"We had twins, a boy and a girl." Hayden answered. The crowd cheered along with Jimmy, who came around the desk to wrap you in a hug.

"Congratulations! What are their names, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Thank you! It was quite a debate trying to pick their names. I called them Ross and Monica, Jim and Pam while I was pregnant, but none of them really stuck. I think we were about to be discharged from the hospital, getting all packed up and dressed, and I looked at my babies and it all just clicked. Our son is Theodore Isaac Christensen, aka Theo. Our daughter is Matilda Sage Christensen, aka Tilly." You gushed about your babies, tearing up slightly as you thought about them at home with the nanny, almost feeling guilty that you weren't there with them. Hayden noticed your voice beginning to crack, so he took over talking.

"They just turned one in October, and we had a cute Star Wars themed birthday party. We invited friends and family, Briar loves being a big sister, it just all worked out so wonderfully. I couldn't ask for a better family, if I'm being honest."

"Y/N, at what point did you realize that you had twins with Anakin Skywalker?" Jimmy asked, throwing his head back and clapping as he watched a wave of realization hit both you and Hayden.

"I never connected the dots! Haha, Natalie, I had his twins and survived!" You commented, Jimmy laughing harder at the joke you made.

"Alright, when we come back, we're going to play some games with Y/N, Hayden, and our next guest! See you soon!" Jimmy called to the camera, signaling a commercial break. The rest of the show went by in a flash, the games you played with your boyfriend, Jimmy Fallon, and Blake Lively helping you realize just what you were missing during your break.

You loved acting. You got to do your dream job every day, no matter how tiring it was, but nothing could replace the feeling of going home at the end of the day and spending some quality time with your little family.

Maybe you should take a break more often. Probably not.

#anakin x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fluff #hayden x reader

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Home Movie / Negan x Reader / S7 / 18+

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, unprotected/rough sex, slight dom!negan, talk of masturbation, Negan references himself as “the big bad wolf” (cringe but I love it), creampie, forbidden attraction, talk of voyerism, use of derogatory language, glove/leather kink (slightly)

Summary: Negan finds a smut tape of you on the video camera at Alexandria and makes it his mission to seek you out.

A/N: I got this idea in my head while I was watching the episode of season 7 where the saviours first visit Alexandria with Negan and he finds Rick’s confessional video as he’s emptying the houses out. also inspired by another Negan series called Polaroids by @reevesdriver on here as it’s one of my faves ever! 🫶🏼 I just had to write a Negan imagine in the TWD universe again bc as much as I like pre apocalypse Negan, I needed to write apocalypse Negan because there isn’t anything sexier to me than a murderous man swinging a barbed wire bat and talking about his dick, hope u enjoy 🤍 x

“Goddamn it.” You huffed out, a long breath leaving your lips as you shoved the deer that was on your shoulders further up to prevent yourself from dropping it on the ground. You’d been gone since the crack of dawn, with Daryl gone at this point in time, you were one of the best hunters that Alexandria still had. While you felt some type of way about putting in so much effort for someone else to just take the shit you’d risked your life for, you knew Rick needed people on his side at the moment. It would be foolish to try and be defiant right now, too much blood had been spilt recently and you didn’t want to be the reason it continued. Yeah, you’d played your part in the attack on the outpost but you’d all been in acceptance that it was just that outpost. That once that was cleared, you were rid of the foreboding threat that was the Saviours. How wrong you’d been in that moment, it was only the beginning.

You were now dealing with the aftermath of Negan, having to risk life and limb, bend over backwards to make him happy, the asshole. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d had to hold your tongue to stop yourself from verbally berating his people, knowing what the consequences of giving them a piece of your mind would be. You hadn’t been there when he had killed Abe and Glenn, only hearing the horrid, sordid details after the fact.

The blood from the deer that you’d managed to kill was seeping into your white tee, making your shoulders feel sticky and matting up in the tips of your hair. You signalled a high pitched whistle, waiting for the large dark beige gate to be opened, allowing you enter back into Alexandria. Your eyes found the large sign, “Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.” You scoffed, how fucking ironic. The gate began to be moved, revealing three large vans parked up just a couple feet away from the entrance, the Saviour vans. “For fuck sake.” You thought, what could that bastard want with you now, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.

“Negan, you’ll want to see this.” Negan turned to look at the saviour approaching him, holding out a small silver video recorder. “Well, what do we have here Grimes? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky!” He grinned, crossing his fingers in front of Rick’s face. He slid his hand into the leather handle of the camera, a video of Rick coming into view, looking a lot more threatening than he did now. He could barely make out it was Rick, with the massive beard grown on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. “Woah! Is that you? Underneath all that man bush? Holy shit, I would have not of messed with that guy… but you aren’t that guy anymore. Are you Rick?” He grinned, Rick stood with a stern look on his face, not moving. Negan continued to watch the interview, Rick speaking candidly about the amount of people that he’d killed. The video started to go static, indicating there was a tape that had been recorded on top of the original. Negan’s eyebrows furred in confusion, before his eyes widened at what the camera had blessed his eyes with. He watched as you were stood in-front of the camera, a light pink lace open cut babydoll set on, your breast sat in the cups, nipples on show for the camera. You started posing for the camera, running your hands through your hair, holding it up Pam Anderson style. A large sexy smile on your lips, turning to do a 180 spin, your smooth backside coming into view for the camera, Negan pulling the camera closer to his face, almost not believing what he was seeing. He didn’t recognise you, maybe it had been someone that used to be in Alexandria, wasn’t a member anymore. He growled lowly, that would be just his luck, the sexiest woman he’d seen in recent history just missed by a couple weeks. He moved his attention back to the camera, now watching you spread out on the bed, playing with your nipples while starting to rub your folds underneath your panties before the camera cut out, showing Rick’s interview once again.

“Fuck! Just when it was getting good!” He cursed, snapping the cameras screen back into place. A fire now in his stomach, his jeans now contracting around his hard bulge. He couldn’t get you out his mind, he knew he’d remember if he’d come across you before, so who the hell were you?

You’d managed to get the deer half way back to your house before being stopped by one of Negan’s minions, asking what you were doing. You ignored him, just wanting to get back, the saviour hadn’t liked that, grabbing you by the waist, dragging you towards the circle of people that were gathered around one of the vans. You could hear Rick talking about some guns that he’d found, apparently Negan thought you were trying to stash items, to prevent having to hand them over to his people.

“Negan. Got a rude bitch here for you, was about to run home, sneak this thing back with her.” You slightly rolled your eyes. “How am I meant to sneak a deer back, smartass?” You questioned, not believing someone could be so stupid. The man’s face contorted into a rage fuelled look, his hand raising up to you, before he had the chance, Negan whistled. “Hey! We don’t raise a hand to a woman, you know the fucking rules.” He stepped forward, now coming into full view of you, his eyes glancing over your body, looking like a kid on Christmas. You were still here, he couldn’t believe his luck. Lucille sat on his shoulder, his one gloved hand wrapped tightly around the bottom of the wood. “Now I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Negan.” He smirked, holding his free hand out for a handshake, his large frame towering slightly over you. You were met with a slight musk, you recognised it as an old spice fragrance, masculine and powerful. You looked at it, questionable look on your face before your hand met his, engulfing you from the size of it. His rough skin a stark contrast from the softness of yours, the movement felt foreign, you shouldn’t feel this way, especially when it’s him.

You saw Rick tensing up as he watched on from the sideline, wondering what Negan was up to, showing such civilness to you. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.” You stated, his smirk getting wider. “Sir? Oh, you my dear, are like the gift that keeps on damn giving!” He exclaimed, bewilderment sitting on the faces of those around you and yourself. What the hell did he mean by that? “Load em up, we’re leaving.” He commanded, the saviours starting to retreat back to their vans, Negan not moving from where he was stood.

A few of the Alexandrian’s moved away as well, not wanting to be in his presence for a moment longer than they were required to. “Now doll, take that damn thing off your shoulders, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” You reluctantly agreed, placing the deer just behind you, before Negan nodded at two remaining men, them coming behind you to take your prized find. You scowled, fury raging inside your soul, you’d risked your life trying to get just one actual nice, fulfilling meal for everyone, just to have your hard work stolen off you. “I believe that’s mine.” You spat out, the fire showing from your eyes as you glared up at him. “What’s yours is now ours doll, or hasn’t Rick drilled that into you yet?” He asked, aware of the sexual innuendo of his words, his tongue rolling across his lower lip. You huffed, knowing if you talked back further, it wasn’t going to end well for you. You felt like you were tasting blood from how hard you bit down on your tongue, fists balled up.

Negan walked over slightly to the back of the last truck, the doors open, a load of stuff that you recognised from peoples homes in the compound. Picking something up, he walked back over to you, Lucille still sat on his shoulder. You saw the small video camera, not thinking much of it, not knowing there was a tape inside that you probably would have never wanted him to see. He placed it on your chest, it digging into your skin, sat just on top of your heaving breasts.

“You should be careful with such sensitive material, never know what kind of perverts going to come across it!” He joked, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you finally understood what he was talking about. You got a look of disgust rise on your face, you couldn’t believe he’d seen such an intimate piece of film. You went to grab the camera from him before he gripped tight on it, making it harder to move. “Now doll, it’s a good job I found this before any of my men did, you know that right? They would have taken this back with them and sat around in a circle jerk together, I however am returning this to you, soooo… How about a thank you, Negan?” He demanded playfully, leaning closer to your face, nose almost touching your cheek. You gulped shallowly, your hand moving over his that was holding the camera to your chest. “Thank you, Negan.” You managed to get out, the words tasting like poison to you.

He laughed, letting go of the camera, allowing you take it back with a yank. “You are more than welcome, baby. Also, in case you were wondering, you are most definitely my favourite Alexandrian now.” He winked, walking backwards before getting in the truck, holding his head out the window, giving a small wave to you as they drove out the front gates. You huffed, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you held in your throat.

It had now been a couple weeks since Negan’s last visit, he’d sent groups of his saviours in between but never actually visiting himself. You were thankful that this had been the case, you’d found yourself thinking about what could have been. You’d began to let your mind wonder to the scenario of meeting Negan in another situation, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was one of the most attractive men you’d ever come across, it was just a shame he was also the most evil men you’d ever come across.

Unbeknown to you, he’d found himself thinking about you too, that fucking video. He’d managed to score some old age dvd porno films from supply runs over the years but he couldn’t even watch them to get off anymore, only thinking of your little smut tape. It wasn’t even like you’d done anything massively explicit on the tape, it shutting off before it managed to get that far but he had concluded that was probably worse. It allowed his mind to run at all the different possibilities, what did you sound like when you moaned, what would you sound like whimpering out his name as he was filling you up? What did you look like when you reached climax? All these unanswered questions racing through his mind as he got out his sexual frustration on his wives, not caring which one it was as all he pictured below him was you. Moaning out your name instead of theirs, the women not caring that much as they were only there to be used by him, no affectionate feelings connecting them to him.

You were currently in the garage, clipboard in hand, biting on the end of your pencil in anxiousness as you went over inventory. You were expecting another visit today, making you want to double check over everything to make sure there wasn’t any discrepancies in the numbers. That was the last thing you needed, especially since you were now actively trying to get plans in place to take the fight back to the Saviours. You were just finishing up when a loud knock startled you, the garage door vibrating at the motion. You put the clipboard down on the side, bending down to pull the door up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my favourite Alexandrian. I’ve missed you, doll.” It was Negan, that signature grin on his face once again, eyes raking over your body. You felt sheepish under his wandering eyes, now knowing he’d practically seen you naked since he’d come across that video of yours. You sighed, hands resting on your hips. “What do you need, Negan?” You asked, him walking into the garage now, the door slamming back shut. The anxiety started to kick in as you were now alone with just him, as he looked over the shelves, picking up random items and studying them. “Nothing really, just wanted to see your pretty face. I just cannot stop thinking about you, doll! I wonder why that is, huh?” He laughed, you knowing what he was alluding to. He noticed how you crossed your hands over your chest, almost trying to shield yourself from him.

“Oh no no no! There’s no need for all that, I’ve seen those pretty babies already, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He sauntered over to you, towering over you again like last time, practically feeling the heat from his body on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off his, the way he looked at you making you get slick. He wasn’t one to hide his true emotion, his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you as he saw in the video, putting on a little private show for him. “I’ve gotta know, what made you film something like that? You must of known someone could come across it, why take the risk?” He questioned you, hand coming to rub over his bearded chin. “In this world, there’s not much opportunity to feel sexy. I just wanted something to look back at when I felt down about myself.” You squeaked out, feeling very intimate. Here you were telling the leader of a rival camp your biggest insecurities, possibly giving him ammunition to further torment you and your people.

“Oh doll, you could be covered in damn walker guts, and I’d still think you were the sexiest thing on this damn shithole planet.” He purred, grabbing you slightly by the chin, making you smile slightly. You shook your head, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “What are you doing Negan? We can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be thinking like this. You… you are the enemy.” Your hands resting on the lapels of his leather jacket, the slight coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. You leaned dangerously close to Negan’s lips, his beard scratching the surface of your skin. “Rick would fucking kill me, he’d fucking kill me, if he knew I think about you the way I do. Think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you.” You whispered, getting more confident in your tone, your eyes staring at his lips, then back up to his dark eyes, your lips partially open as you let out shallow breaths, anything you could to try and lower your heart rate that was pumping under your chest. The silence in the room was deafening, you started to get nervous again, like you were just waiting for him to recoil away from you and laugh at your confession, that this had all been a massive joke to humiliate you further. “Goddamn it doll, looks like great minds think alike because I’ve been doing the same damn thing since I saw that little treat on that fucking camera.” He chuckled, picking you up in one swift movement, placing you on top of the workplace bench.

“Did you think about me claiming your pussy, doll? Fucking you until you can barely remember your goddamn name? What would Ricky say if he saw you submitting yourself so easily to me, the big bad wolf?” The dark tenor of Negan’s voice caused you to whimper in half fear, half pleasure. You could tell his personality was darkening to the more intense side, the jolly joking and fucking about traits were completely absent. You didn’t feel terrified though, like you did when he committed some of the horrific atrocities in front of you, the feelings of excitement causing your hairs to stand on edge and your pussy getting wet with every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“I did, god I want you inside of me.” You confessed, as Negan’s hands ghosted over your cleavage that was exposed by your tank top, before he pulled it over your head, your breasts spilling out of your lace bra. He shoved his gloved hand into your mouth, commanding you to suck. You obliged, your hands holding his arm in place as you swirled your tongue around the two thick fingers, head bobbing up and down as you did. The leather of the glove rubbery on your tongue, causing you to moan onto his fingers.

He grinned at you, a deep grunt as he leaned over capturing your right nipple into his mouth, suckling it, swirling his tongue around and biting it with his teeth causing you to moan and pull his head against your chest as you kept sucking hard on his fingers. He did it again, giving you light bites and licks, alternating between your two erect nubs. Negan removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop, bring them down to give one final pinch to your nipples, the wetness of his one hand causing the cold air to make your nipple more sensitive.

“Get on your knees, I want to see your mouth full of my dick, doll.” Negan grinned with a wicked smile, his hands undoing his jeans, letting them fall to pool at his boots. You felt your mouth salivate, eager to take him as slid off the table onto your knees. You started to lick him, going from bottom to top slowly, teasing him like he did to you with his dirty sweet nothings in your ears, hearing his low groans. You sucked the precum from his tip and swirled your tongue under his head, and then looked up at him, making sure you held eye contact with him, opening your mouth and taking him in little by little, bobbing your head up and down. Your mouth was being stretched wide, you started to move a little faster, sucking him, licking him, taking him deeper and deeper until you felt him in your throat. He was big, causing you to gag a little as your eyes began to water, your throat starting to get a sore feeling within it as he fucked your throat at a quick pace. He gave a slight gasp and his hand took a firm hold of your head keeping you in place, as his hips bucked, making it his mission to get as far down your throat as possible.

“I need to fuck you now, doll. Get up here.” Negan pulled back to your feet, slamming you stomach down onto the table, almost ripping your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs, your moist panties now on show, one tug and the flimsy material broke in two halves, now fully exposing your slick entrance to Negan. He rubbed his dick up and down your slit eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of you, pushing his length inside and then pulling out and rubbing it down your slit again.

“Please... Negan! Please!” You whimpered out, pinching your nipples, trying to get some relief from his teasing. He smirked down at you, that dark gaze watching your every move. “Please what? I want to hear you saying you want daddy's dick. I want to hear you beg me. Come on little girl, say it.” he demanded as he rubbed his length along your wet slit. “Please daddy! I want you deep inside me, please fuck me!” He groaned and pushed himself hard inside your walls, with no hesitations. You screamed, even being sopping wet, you were too tight around his shaft. He leaned on top of you and started to kissing your neck, biting lightly. Negan felt you getting used to his girth, you started to move your hips against him, wanting friction. He started to thrust in slowly, checking for your reaction to his movements. “I'm fine, please, fuck me daddy!” You moaned out, Negan pulling almost all the way out of you and then thrusting in hard making you gasp.

“You're loving this doll, aren’t you? Yeah, you're loving having my dick inside of you. I’d love good old Rick to walk in right now, see you bent over for the big bad wolf.” he chuckled, turning you on even more. Thrusting again and again building up speed, going faster and harder, just like you had imagined he would in your dirty dreams, but so much better than your imagination. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and you are going to thank me for it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling your hair with one hand and holding your hips firmly with the other as he snapped his groin into you, making your ass ripple with the powerful movements. “I want to hear you doll, thank me.” You almost rolled your eyes at the narcissistic request but your brain was too blank to comprehend it. “Thank you, thank you Negan!”

You focused on the obscene sounds of your bodies echoing around you, amplified by how small the garage was. Negan continued fucking you rough and hard, until you felt the orgasm surging inside of you, building fast and strong. When it finally hit you, you screamed with the intensity of it, your body shook with the pleasure waves, running through your core. Negan released your hair to hold your hips so he could keep fucking you. His thrusts shortened, you clenched around his length, a groan leaving his mouth, feeling him finally release just after you. Negan pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole, dripping slightly onto the concrete floor below you. He leaned on top of you, leaving small kisses on your spine, body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Y/N! We need you out here! Negan is on his way!” You turned to Negan, a confused look on your face, he’d snuck into the compound to fuck you and now you had to act like he wasn’t even here.

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[hazza-bear-care]

Be Quiet

Daryl, Rick, and Y/N are going on a run for supplies after a visit from Negan, but Y/N can't seem to be quiet. Rick and Daryl come up with a solution.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader x Rick Grimes

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Threesome (mmf), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spit as lube, fingering, spanking, choking, swearing, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral (m and f receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess)

~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you walking so fucking loud?" Daryl hissed as Y/N followed him and Rick through the woods, the trio on their way to replenish what Negan had taken the last time he visited Alexandria.

"I only know how to walk one way, Daryl. I make noise, deal with it." Y/N called, jogging to catch up to the men in front of her as they trekked deeper into the woods.

"Yeah, well every step you take is telling every walker in these woods that we're here and low on ammo. Do you feel like dealing with a swarm of face-eaters?" Daryl shot back, spinning on his heels and facing Y/N.

"Not today, no. But you try being quiet when there are leaves and sticks and rocks on the ground, Dixon." Daryl's eyebrows raised at the challenge as he turned to see where Rick had ended up. He was about four feet away, so Daryl turned back to Y/N and walked backwards towards Rick, his footsteps silent.

"Whatever, show-off. You grew up in the woods, I didn't."

"Knock it off, you two, we have food to find." Rick said, smirking before trekking further into the woods. Daryl caught up quickly, but Y/N lagged behind as she began watching where she stepped, cautious about making any noise. Once she was confident that she had figured out the right way to walk quietly, she began to pick up her pace in an effort to catch up with the men she was teamed up with. She'd give anything to be out with Michonne or Rosita instead, given the fact that they didn't seem to have a problem with her sunny disposition or how loud she walked. Distracted by her thoughts, Y/N didn't notice the twisted root that popped up out of nowhere. The tip of her boot caught the edge of the gnarled root, causing Y/N to trip, a loud thud making the birds in the trees around her to fly away. She groaned as she picked herself up and dusted off her pants, ignoring the throb in her knee and the warmth spreading across her face as embarrassment sunk deep in her bones.

"Ow, fuck." Y/N hissed as she took a step towards Rick and Daryl, the pain in her knee radiating through her entire left leg.

"Come on, slowpoke!" Rick called over his shoulder, missing how Y/N winced picked up her pace, limping through the dead leaves scattered across the forest floor in order to catch up to the men at least twenty feet away from her.

"Jesus Christ, can't you be quiet?!" Daryl yelled, wrenching Y/N's arm in his grasp and dragging her up to Rick.

"Oh sure, Daryl. Let me just ignore the fact that I'm in pain, so you can focus on keeping everyone back home alive!"

"Enough! Y/N, you're bleeding." Rick said, looking at the river of blood that had managed to soak through Y/N's jeans. She rubbed her hands over her face, angry at herself for getting hurt and Daryl for bitching at her for how loud she was being.

"I tripped. It was an accident, Rick." Y/N said softly, looking down at her feet in shame.

"Come on, we're only a few miles away from the next store. We can get you cleaned up there, okay? Can you walk?" Rick asked. Y/N nodded, pushing herself away from Daryl and taking a step towards Rick, wincing as another round of pain shot through Y/N's leg. Her knee buckled and she fell forward again, Rick catching her before she could hurt herself again. Wordlessly, Rick and Daryl wrapped their arms around Y/N and helped her walk, the noise she was making ignored by the two burly men holding her up. Once they reached the store, Daryl left Y/N with Rick while he surveyed the area, clearing any walkers that had managed to find the store before them, gesturing once it was safe for Rick and Y/N to enter.

Once inside the store, Rick helped Y/N up onto the checkout counter and throwing his backpack beside her, digging through it to find something to bandage her up. Daryl had managed to find some anti-bacterial cream and joined Y/N and Rick at the checkout counter, dropping to his knees and removing Y/N's chunky boots, placing them beside him with a loud thud.

"Today, of all days, you decided to get hurt while wearing skinny jeans?" Daryl asked Y/N.

"What's the big deal about what she's wearing, Daryl?" Rick questioned, a roll of bandages and a stack of gauze in his hands.

"We can't roll up her jeans. We either have to cut them, or she has to take them off." Realization dawned on Y/N, her cheeks warming at the fact that she'd have to strip down to her underwear in front of Rick and Daryl, her allies and the hottest men she'd ever seen.

"Y/N?" Rick asked, eyes, glancing down to her jeans.

"They're my only pair..." Y/N mumbled.

"Alright then. Daryl, help her up so we can take off her pants." Rick said. Daryl helped Y/N off of the counter, holding her steady while Rick made quick work of her pants. Rick's warm hands trailed down her legs as her jeans pooled around her ankles, one hand cupping each foot as he removed her pants entirely before folding them and putting them on the counter beside them. Daryl's callused fingers wrapped around Y/N's waist as he picked her up and put her back on the counter with her jeans, wrapping his hand around her ankle and pulling her leg out to survey the damage she'd done to her knee. Rick had soaked a spare handkerchief in water, cleaning her wound with care as she hissed in pain at his movements. After the blood was cleaned, a decent gash was left across the top of her kneecap.

"Damn, Y/N. You sure know how to turn a molehill into a mountain. All that limping for a tiny cut? God, how did you ever manage to survive this long?" Daryl scoffed, moving out of the way so Rick could get a better look at Y/N's injury.

"Daryl, make yourself useful and gather some supplies, maybe find Y/N another pair of pants. I'll take it from here, okay?" Daryl threw his hands up over his head, snatching Y/N's jeans as he walked away so he could find something that would fit her. Rick turned his attention back to Y/N's knee, surveying just how bad the cut was.

"How does it look?" Y/N whispered, gnawing on her bottom lip anxiously.

"You don't need stitches, but it's definitely bad. Let me see what I can do. Put this on your cut, it'll help stem the bleeding." Y/N pressed the damp handkerchief to her cut as Rick continued to dig in his backpack, the gauze and rolled bandages not good enough for her injury.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she tilted her head back, willing herself not to cry in front of Rick. Her head was swimming with embarrassment, heart heavy at the thought of having portrayed herself as weak and dramatic.

"Hey, look at me." Rick started, grabbing Y/N's chin and tilting her head down to face him. "Accidents happen, Y/N. You didn't trip on purpose, and you sure as hell didn't mean to get hurt. If this is about Daryl, ignore him. You know how he gets, right?"

"Yeah, I do. He's right though; how did I manage to survive this long? I'm weak, Rick. I can't even walk in a straight line without tripping over my own two feet or the root of a tree that came out of nowhere." The tears she had fought back began to fall in rivers, wet sniffles accompanying every tear that fell. Rick wiped her tears away, Y/N's injured knee long forgotten as he stared deep into her eyes in a serious manner.

"You are not weak. Clumsy? Yes. Loud? Unbelievably so. Weak? Not at all. You survived because you're strong. You've been through so much in your life, Y/N, and you've handled it all. You've made it this far, are you just going to give up because some grumpy hunter thinks you walk loud?" Rick's argument was solid, a chuckle escaping Y/N's lips at the description of Daryl. Rick wiped Y/N's face again before turning his attention back to her cut knee. With a tap to her hand, Y/N moved the rag away from her cut, the bleeding almost stopped completely. Rick shuffled Y/N closer to the edge of the counter so he could wrap her knee. He ripped open the gauze package, placing it on her cut and grabbing Y/N's hand, holding it over the gauze while he unrolled the bandage. Once again her hand moved as Rick began to wrap her knee, securing the gauze in its place to ensure no more blood would get on Y/N's clothing. While he wrapped her knee, Rick's eyes couldn't help but wander, tracing up her thigh until he was staring at her crotch, the sight of her pink cotton panties causing him to lick his lips hungrily.

"I found her some pants, but not in her size." Daryl had returned to Rick and Y/N, creasing his brows as Rick shook himself out of the trance he was in. Y/N turned towards Daryl, reaching for the oversized pair of sweatpants he had draped over his arm. Before she could put them on, Rick stopped her, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked back to Daryl.

"Two things need to happen before we continue looking for supplies. One: Daryl, apologize to Y/N for giving her shit about getting hurt." Rick ordered.

"That's not going to happen..." Daryl started, silencing himself once Rick's stony glare met his. "Y/N, I'm sorry. You said it was an accident, and I shouldn't have gotten upset with you." The apology was sincere enough for Y/N to accept.

"Two: Y/N, you do need to learn to be quiet. Daryl is right, you never know what will happen if you're too loud. Lucky for you, I have an idea on how Daryl and I can both teach you how to be quiet." Y/N swallowed hard as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Daryl's own expression mirroring hers. Before either of them could question what he was talking about, Rick smashed his mouth to Y/N's in a heated kiss. His fingers wrapped in her tangled hair as he pulled her closer, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and moaning at the feeling of her soft tongue dancing with his. He pulled away from Y/N with a nip to her bottom lip, smirking at the dazed look on her face. Rick looked back to Daryl, who's eyes had darkened while he watched his best friend make out with the young woman they had rescued only three months before.

"You want a taste?" Rick asked Daryl, who nodded almost immediately, quickly taking Rick's place between Y/N's legs to kiss her himself. While Y/N's mouth was occupied with Daryl's, Rick took the time to pepper kisses over the expanse of Y/N's neck, a moan rippling through her. Rick wrapped his fingers in Y/N's hair once again, ripping her away from Daryl, who tried to chase her lips with his until Rick stopped him.

"There's one rule, baby: Every time you make a noise, we stop. Do you understand me?" Rick commanded, causing Y/N to nod frantically and the arousal in her panties to pool. With a satisfied nod, Rick released Y/N and Daryl instantly reattached their lips while Rick continued his assault on Y/N's neck. Her head was spinning at the attention she was getting from the most attractive men she'd ever known, the urge to make some kind of noise strong. Daryl gripped her hands and put them in his hair, allowing her to tug lightly on his greasy curls, a low growl rumbling in his chest. While her hands were occupied, Daryl's had gingerly cupped her breasts through her shirt. He pulled away briefly, glancing at Y/N's blown pupils and plump lips.

"Can I touch you?" Daryl whispered, his thumbs tracing the underside of her bra.

"Answer him, Sweetheart." Rick ordered, his face still buried in Y/N's neck.

"Please." Y/N whispered, breathless from the barrage of kisses she had received from both Daryl and Rick in a short amount of time. Daryl nodded, pushing Rick away in order to rip Y/N's shirt from her body, her bra following shortly after. Once her breasts were free, Rick and Daryl each took a nipple in their mouths, their movements varying. Daryl was sucking and licking her right nipple leisurely, as if he'd never get the opportunity to do it again, while Rick was aggressively biting her left, tongue soothing the pain he had created after every nibble. She carded her fingers through each head of hair that was currently attached to her chest, head rolling back in ecstasy as she muffled the moan that was building in her chest. Rick released her nipple with a pop before kissing down her belly, kneeling between her legs and staring at the arousal that was spreading over her entrance.

"Fuck, baby, you like this, don't you? You're fucking soaked." Rick groaned as he pressed his face to her core, emitting a gasp in response. Simultaneously, Rick and Daryl pulled away, leaving Y/N a breathless mess under them.

"What did Rick say about noise, Princess? Be. Fucking. Quiet." Daryl hissed into her ear, his nose pressed to her temple as he wrapped a hand around her throat in warning. With wide eyes, Y/N nodded, gulping in anticipation as she stared at the men above her.

"Good girl." Rick praised, kneeling once again to be face to face with Y/N's covered pussy. He pressed a kiss to the wet patch that was still growing as Daryl sucked a hickey on Y/N's neck, quickly moving her panties to the side and licking a heavy stripe from her entrance to her clit. Y/N's hips bucked at the contact, pressing her lips together as she resisted the urge to whine. She was on cloud nine, relishing in the fact that her wildest dream was coming true right before her very eyes, which rolled in pleasure as Rick began to eat her out. Daryl excused himself from Rick and Y/N as she buried her hands in Rick's hair, pushing him closer to her sopping wet core. Daryl stared at the scene for a while before retreating further into the store and grabbing a blanket, returning to see Y/N writhing in Rick's grasp as he stared at her in anger.

"She make another noise?" Daryl asked, spreading the blanket on the floor before joining Rick, and glaring down at Y/N in disdain.

"Uh huh. I'm surprised you didn't hear it, she was so loud." Rick answered, still glowering at Y/N who had tears in her eyes again. She was so close, and it slipped out on accident, but they didn't seem to care. She had broken the only rule.

"On all fours, Princess. I think you deserve to be punished, don't you Rick?" Daryl's voice was thick with arousal as he caught Rick nodding out of the corner of his eye, ripping Y/N off of the checkout counter and onto the blanket, positioning her with her face down and ass up. She winced at the pressure that was on her knee in this position, and as if he read her mind, Rick had bunched up her new sweatpants, tapping her leg so he could slide them under her knee to help relieve some of her pain. Once she was settled against the blanket, Daryl took the initiative to rip Y/N's panties off, shoving them in her mouth as a makeshift gag to keep her quiet. Rick had spread her legs, a pornographic noise rumbling in his chest as her slick dripped onto the blanket below her.

"Daryl, you have to taste her." Rick's hoarse voice sliced through the silence around them as he and Daryl quickly switched places. Daryl wasted no time licking into Y/N, moaning at how she tasted on his tongue. Her sweet and salty arousal was exactly what he was expecting from the usually mouthy woman, and he was addicted to her as he buried his face deeper between her legs, his scruffy face scratching her thighs. As Daryl ate her out, Rick's hands trailed down her back before landing a harsh smack to her ass. Y/N jerked, arching her back at the contact as Rick spanked her again, her pussy quivering against Daryl's tongue.

"Mm, she likes that. Getting so wet for us, Rick." Daryl said, plunging two of his fingers into her tight heat, growling as her cunt clenched around his fingers. Rick spanked her twice more, her ass cheeks becoming red and inflamed due to the abuse. He then soothed the pain with kisses, spreading her ass to see her tight, puckered hole winking back at him. He spat on her asshole, a thick glob of saliva dropping from her hold to Daryl's fingers where it was then pressed into Y/N's weeping pussy. She drooled around the panties in her mouth, pressing her eyes shut as she willed herself to stay silent. Her body was working for her, allowing Rick and Daryl to know that what they were doing was turning her on without her verbalizing it. Rick spat on her again, using one of his fingers to spread his saliva over her entrance, guaranteeing it would stay where he wanted it. With another spank to her sensitive ass, Rick's finger pushed against her puckered hole, spanking her again when she clenched to keep him out.

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't you want to be good for me?" Rick asked, smirking when Y/N nodded rapidly in response to his question. "Relax for me, baby. I promise this will feel so good."

Sucking in a deep breath, Y/N focused on how Daryl was making her feel as his fingers tickled her g-spot with every thrust. His other hand had found her clit, rubbing furiously to help Y/N relax. Rick nodded, pressing a kiss between Y/N's shoulder blades as his middle finger slowly entered her, the sensation of both her holes being filled overwhelming her quickly. Her eyes rolled back into her head again as she pressed back into both their hands, electricity crackling around the trio as they continued their dirty actions. Y/N's pussy squelched around Daryl's fingers as another gush of arousal flooded her. Another wad of spit hit her asshole as Rick pushed in another finger, spreading her open and preparing her for what they all knew was coming next.

"Is she close?" Rick asked hoarsely, face still pressed between her shoulder blades. Y/N nodded at his question, but that earned her another stinging spank across her sore ass.

"Oh yeah she is. I can feel it." Daryl answered.

"Good. Pussy or mouth?" Rick offered, letting Daryl choose which hole he wanted to claim first.

"Pussy. I need to feel her cum on my cock." Daryl answered, standing to discard his boots and pants, his boxers thrown to the side as he positioned himself at her entrance. His fingers replaced Rick's as the former cop stood and copied Daryl, throwing his clothes to the side before kneeling in front of Y/N and removing her ruined panties from her mouth. He placed a rushed kiss to her mouth before tapping the head of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth urgently, kitten licking at the angry red tip of Rick's dick. While his fingers were knuckle deep in her ass, Daryl's free hand counted from three to one as both of their cocks speared Y/N at the same time. A garbled noise erupted from Y/N causing both men to pull away instantly. Y/N dropped to the blanket, anger and the desperate need to cum flowing through her veins.

Daryl spanked her harder than Rick had, her ass rippling due to the force behind the strike. Y/N whined at the feeling, resulting in another strike to her sensitive skin that was harder than the first. She preened again, and yet another spank met her flushed ass. This time, Y/N was quiet as she accepted her punishment, tears flowing freely due to her overwhelming feelings of desperation. Rick cupped her face and wiped her tears once again, kissing her deeply.

"I know it's hard, baby, but you're doing so well for us. We're going to make you feel so fucking good, I promise. Are you ready to try again?" Rick's praise shook Y/N to her core as she nodded, trying to be quiet, while also not trusting her voice in the moment. With another searing kiss pressed to her mouth, Rick nodded to Daryl, who pushed himself inside Y/N without hesitation, Rick's mouth swallowing the quiet sob the rolled through her. "I'll let that one slide, sweetheart. Hush now."

With that, Rick shoved his dick down Y/N's throat, relishing at the feeling of her gag around him. Her tears were still flowing as Rick and Daryl found their rhythm, playing her body like an instrument. Daryl's hand snaked around her hips to rub her clit roughly, and her pent up orgasm shattered through her without warning.

"Oh my God, Rick she's squeezing me so hard." Daryl commented, fucking Y/N through the aftershocks of her orgasm as her toes curled due to her rising overstimulation. Her tongue flicked and swirled around Rick's cock as his hips faltered, his orgasm approaching as well. He pulled out of her mouth and lifted Y/N until she was straddling his waist, spinning her to face Daryl as he spat on his dick, using it as lubrication before sliding his wet fingers against her asshole again. Y/N reached for Daryl, who happily allowed her to swallow his dick the same way she did Rick's. Once Y/N set a decent pace, Rick thrust his sopping dick past her tight ring of muscle, and her moan rippled through her and around Daryl's cock. Rick shot him a look over Y/N's shoulder, but Daryl waved him off because her moaning around him felt too good for him to stop. Rick started thrusting at a brutal pace, her ass hugging his dick beautifully with every thrust. Y/N choked on Daryl's cock as he pushed her head further towards the base, more tears spilling over her cheeks, which Daryl wiped away with a rough thumb.

Behind her, Rick was groaning into her shoulder, fucking her ass becoming too much to handle. He ripped her away from Daryl, standing quickly with his back pressed against the wall, holding her legs open to entice Daryl towards them. Without hesitation, Daryl once again slid deep into Y/N's pussy, the head of his cock brushing her g-spot instantly. Y/N initiated the kiss she shared with Daryl to muffle the moan blooming in her chest.

"Fuck this. Come on, Princess, let us hear how good we're making you feel." Daryl ordered, allowing Y/N to throw her head back and scream, the feeling of both strong men fucking into her brutally becoming unbearable.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God you feel so good!" Y/N wailed, laying her head on Daryl's shoulder, peppering kisses up his neck and over his face, showering him in love and adoration he rarely gets. Rick's arm came up from one of her legs and wrapped around her shoulder, pushing her further onto their cocks, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensation.

"Feel good, baby? Tell me." Rick growled from behind her, brushing her hair over one of her shoulders to kiss the back of her neck, admiring the goosebumps that were left behind in his wake.

"It f-feels amazing! Fuck, more, please!" Y/N cried. Daryl took one of her nipples into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his hands held her open and allowing Rick to rub her clit fast and hard. With a strangled cry, Y/N came hard around Daryl, the clenching of her pussy and ass causing him and Rick to moan in unison. Daryl came next, his cum buried deep inside Y/N as he pumped her full. Rick came last, his breath and hips stuttering as he gave Y/N everything he had. Y/N slumped forward into Daryl's arms, exhaustion burrowing deep inside her. With a kiss to her cheek, Daryl pulled Y/N off of Rick, his hands smacking her ass once more as she was gently laid onto the blanket.

Daryl left her once more as Rick came and cuddled beside Y/N, grabbing a water bottle from his backpack and letting her drain the whole thing. The hunter returned with yet another blanket, covering Y/N before setting her newfound sweats and a package of cotton panties beside her, taking the other water bottle Rick had offered and taking a few sips before returning it to Rick, who also only took a few sips. Their tryst had taken longer than expected, and the sun had set, covering the world in darkness that was unsafe for them to travel in.

"Do you think anyone will notice we're gone?" Y/N asked softly, her voice cracking after hours of unuse.

"No. They know how long this takes." Rick answered honestly.

"Good, because I definitely can't walk." Rick and Daryl chuckled at Y/N's genuine comment before they left the sanctuary of blankets, gathering their clothes before returning to help Y/N dress. Daryl held her in his arms, pressing kisses anywhere his lips could reach, while Rick slid a new pair of panties on her, the oversized sweats following shortly after. He pressed a kiss to her lips as they all huddled together, a lantern illuminating them as they ate some of the spoils they had worked hard to gather. A thump on the glass startled Y/N, a walker making its presence known and drawn to the living inside the store it was attempting to enter.

"It's just one, for now, but we can probably anticipate more tomorrow. There's a back way out of here right?" Rick asked Daryl, the latter nodding through the bite of food he had shoved in his mouth.

"Yeah. Boarded up. We're safe for the night." Daryl threw the empty can of beans over his shoulder before glancing at Y/N, who had been quiet since their tryst had ended. "You good?"

"Yeah, fine. Just practicing being quiet." Y/N smiled softly, as Rick and Daryl laughed again.

"I'd say you learned your lesson for tonight, sweetheart. Let's get some sleep?" Rick answered, allowing Y/N to make herself comfortable as he and Daryl prepared to keep watch. Y/N ended up laying her head in Rick's lap, and the two men each kissed her goodnight before turning off the lantern, the only light coming in from the pale moonlight streaming in behind the glass. Rick's fingers ran through Y/N's hair absentmindedly as he stared at the lone walker still banging on the glass door, his mind wandering.

"What are you thinking about?" Daryl asked, almost jealous of the fact that Y/N had seemed to choose Rick over him.

"Nothing in particular. Just how we could punish her the next time she gets too loud." Rick smirked in the dark, staring at his best friend across from him. "Get some sleep, Daryl. I'll take first watch."

Daryl nodded before laying beside Y/N, yanking her towards him and sighing in relief once she relaxed against him. Rick only chuckled, allowing his friend to be possessive over the young woman they just shared, watching as they continued to sleep. He'd have Y/N to himself in a few hours, but it seemed he and Daryl silently agreed that she wouldn't be waking up until tomorrow morning. As much as he enjoyed the challenge of keeping her quiet, Rick hoped he could hear her sweet noises again in the comfort of his bed, behind the safe walls of Alexandria, with no threats of walkers or Negan coming to take her away.

#fluff #smut #the walking dead #daryl dixion imagine #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon smut #twd negan

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Masterlist

Babie Crue:

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/185937229700/babie-crue-1?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/185973327855/babie-crue-2?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/186150555215/babie-crue-3?source=share

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/187084268140/babie-crue-4?source=share

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/187629701990/babie-crue-5?source=share

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/187766907055/babie-crue-6?source=share

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/188115743160/babie-crue-7?source=share

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/189008079425/babie-crue-8?source=share

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/190115562870/babie-crue-9?source=share

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/617404404718600192/babie-crue-10?source=share

Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/651450522419789824/babie-crue-11-pt-1?source=share

Nikki Blurb: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/613719310928625664/can-you-do-a-one-shot-where-the-readers-the-5th?source=share

Harry Styles:

I'm Having Your Baby; https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/174741128915/im-having-your-baby?source=share

Inoculation

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/175770790200/inoculation?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/178497249810/inoculation-part-2?source=share

Not So Rainy Day Blues: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/185802819390/a-harry-blurb-very-soft-please?source=share

Pink Floyd Hate: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/617401531578433536/harrys-reaction-to-his-girlfriends-absolute?source=share

Bucky Barnes:

You Know Me Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/185868607010/you-know-me-1?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/186273508605/you-know-me-2?source=share

Bound To Adoration: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/632725712712941574/bound-to-adoration?source=share

Sing It Again: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/639795018460217344/sing-it-again?source=share

Late Night Snacks: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/642871477729918976/late-night-snacks?source=share

Showers Help: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/677014967487283200/showers-help?source=share

Owned But Trashy: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/709468528264232960/owned-but-trashy?source=share

What Happened Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/730839488403832832/what-happened?source=share

What Happened Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/731196652557385728/what-happened-part-2?source=share

Steve Rogers:

First Time: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/644388483964764160/first-time?source=share

Kylo Ren:

I Miss You Daddy: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/185800335125/i-have-a-request-for-kylo-ren-the-reader-is?source=share

Make Up: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/150225977110/makeup?source=share

Blurb: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/732357572574789632/hiii-can-i-have-an-imaginefanfic-where-reader?source=share

The Walking Dead:

Please Don't Leave Me Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/187030208095/please-dont-leave-me-blurb?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/190370396385/please-dont-leave-me-pt-2?source=share

Try Again: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/723239360791740416/try-again?source=share

Criminal Minds:

Stay Safe Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/631280031853871104/stay-safe-13?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/631806749073145856/stay-safe-23?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/633977056046219264/stay-safe-33?source=share

Happy Family: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/713165989006786560/happy-family?source=share

Eddie Munson:

The NeverEnding Tease: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/706663814828015616/the-neverending-tease?source=share

Talk Dirty To Me: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/713969202093080578/talk-dirty-to-me?source=share

Scream Queen: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/717588690378080256/scream-queen?source=share

Friday Night Grind: https://www.tumblr.com/hazza-bear-care/732176226912976896/friday-night-grind?source=share

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This is my first Masterlist, so I apologize if it's not the best, or if the links don't work, but I finally condensed all my work into one spot! I hope you guys enjoy! Love you!

#bucky barnes imagine #avengers imagine #fluff #angst #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky imagine #eddie munson imagine #steve rogers #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things imagine #the walking dead #negan fanfiction #twd negan #daryl dixion imagine #rick grimes #motley crue series #motley crue #motley crue imagine #tommy lee x oc #nikki sixx x oc

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

what better way to celebrate than with some fanfics? anybody want one today??

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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Hiii. Can i have an imagine/fanfic. Where reader is Poe's sister and she have been in love with Kylo/Ben since ever, bc they know each other since they were kids. So, they have a special connection and decide to see in a secret place. maybe a little smut/romantic at the end. 🎆

this has been sitting in my inbox for YEARS and i am so sorry i haven't answered it! I hope you enjoy, my lovely!

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The air was filled with electricity as Kylo Ren flew his ship to a remote outpost in the Outer Rim. He had been secretly meeting with his childhood best friend and fellow Padawan, Norra Dameron, for years. His defection to the Dark Side dented their relationship, but the connection they had was still ever present. As he descended towards the outpost, an X-Wing bearing a rebellion symbol met is view, a gentle smirk gracing his lips as he landed on the opposite side of the worn down outpost.

The gravel under his boots crunched with every step he took, lightsaber at the ready for any threats he hadn't accounted for before knocking a secret pattern on the door. The Force tingled around him as the door slid open, Norra's head peeking out from around the corner, a blaster poised in her small hand.

"Commander Ren." Norra said, stepping aside to allow Kylo entry into their meeting place, holstering her blaster as she faced the towering stature of her best friend.

"Lieutenant Dameron." As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Kylo swept Norra into his arms, a heavy kiss shared between them.

"I missed you," Norra mumbled against Kylo's lips, her fingers digging into his black armor.

"I've missed you too, sweetheart. How's your training going?" Kylo pulled himself away from Norra, his gloved fingers pushing a stray curl back behind her ear.

"It's going well, thank you. I feel stronger every day." She threw her left hand out and channeled the Force, quickly crumpling a metal panel in the wall of the dilapidated outpost. She ripped it from the wall, sparks flying as the wires underneath the panel were exposed suddenly.

"You are stronger, Little One. I'm impressed." Kylo's gruff monotone voice echoed around the empty room as he wrapped his arms around her waist, planting his chin on top of her head as they swayed silently together.

"How much time do we have?" Norra questioned, wanting to absorb as much time as she could, their meetings becoming spread out the more the First Order grew.

"Two hours, give or take. General Hux and I have a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke to discuss the girl from Jakku." Norra's lips set in a thin line, her loyalty to her best friend waning as he mentioned the newest addition to the Rebel cause. Kylo felt the air stiffen as Norra's feelings seeped out around her. "I love when you get jealous. You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"I know. Well, best not keep the good general waiting." Norra answered, spinning in Kylo's grasp, her hazel eyes boring deeply into his brown ones. Kylo scoffed and rolled his eyes, his general anything but good. He pressed a heated kiss to Norra's mouth, tapping her thighs and catching her with strong arms when she jumped into his grasp. As her thin fingers wrapped in his hair, Kylo was happy he left his mask in his ship, tracing his tongue along her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth. Norra groaned at the feeling of Kylo's tongue dancing with hers, her fingers gripping tighter in Kylo's unruly hair.

"Kylo, fuck me, please." Norra whined as Kylo's lips trailed down her neck, tearing her robes away from her body to access more of her tanned skin. While Kylo undressed her, she ripped her hair out of the bun she had tied it in, wild brown curls falling down to her shoulders. She gripped Kylo's armor, fumbling with it as she tried to remove it with trembling hands. No matter how often she and Kylo had met in secret, learning each other's bodies, her nerves always managed to burn under her skin.

Kylo dropped Norra to her feet, watching with hungry eyes as her uniform pooled around her ankles and leaving her bare. He stripped himself out of his armor and his black robes, removing his gloves so he could feel her soft flesh as she writhed under him. Kylo swept her into his arms once more, placing her on a dusty metal desk, goosebumps popping up on her thighs. Another kiss was shared, Kylo's warm hands spreading her thighs open to give him access to her most intimate part. He swiped two of his long fingers through her already soaked folds, a shiver spreading through Norra as the butterflies in her tummy began to flutter aggressively.

"I've barely touched you, Little One, and you're already soaked. Are you ready?" Kylo's voice dropped another octave, thick with arousal as Norra nodded beneath him. He plunged two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, smirking as she moaned loudly at the intrusion. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling into her g-spot.

"Kylo, please!" Norra's fingernails dug into the bare skin of Kylo's arms as she begged once more for him to pound her into oblivion.

"Patience, my love. I promise to make you feel good, and I always keep my promises." Kylo connected his lips to Norra's collarbone, sucking a dark mark onto her skin, soothing the pain with his tongue before he switched sides. He loved marking her up, having her leave him for long periods of time with enough memories to last until they could reunite again. His fingers pumped in and out of her at a faster and more brutal pace, her moans flowing freely and bouncing around the abandoned outpost as her orgasm began building inside her. Kylo took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her peak while his hand pinched the other. Norra's hand wrapped around the back of his head, pressing the tall man further into her plush chest and moaning at his ministrations. Kylo's palm brushed against her clit with every thrust of his fingers inside her, adding a third to fill her up even more. Her tight heat clenched around his fingers, signaling that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Kylo pulled away from her breasts, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up her neck until his lips were by her ear. "Cum for me, my little Rebel. Let the galaxy know who makes you feel this good."

The coil in Norra's stomach snapped, her arousal gushing around Kylo's long fingers. He pulled his hand away from her core, shoving his soaking digits into her mouth and groaning when she started sucking her orgasm from his fingers. He pumped himself a few times before lining up to her entrance, his tongue replacing the fingers in her mouth as he thrusted into her. He bottomed out instantly, the tip of his cock brushing against her swollen g-spot. Kylo's hips jerked as he set an intense pace, one of his big hands wrapping around her throat.

"Fuck, Kylo, feels so good! Don't stop, please!" Norra cried, her thighs locking around Kylo's hips as he buried himself deeper inside her. He moaned loudly at the feeling of Norra's pussy clenching around his thick cock, his hand pushing harder against her throat. Norra's face turned red as she struggled to breathe, her fingers tapping the outside of Kylo's thigh to tell him to lighten his touch. He removed his hand completely as the sound of a smack echoed around the room, slapping her clit before rubbing it in fast circles.

"You're so close. Give it to me, I know you can." Kylo ordered, his hips and fingers going impossibly fast as he coaxed her approaching orgasm to the surface. He pressed another kiss to her mouth, swallowing Norra's moans and screams as she raced towards her orgasm, her thighs trembling as she began matching Kylo's aggressive and sloppy thrusts.

"More, Kylo. Please, I need more!" Norra yelled, her tummy tightening as her orgasm drew ever closer. With his fingers working her clit, his cock buried balls deep inside her, and his mouth still muffling her moans, Kylo relied on the Force, his surge of power pinching her nipples. That was all it took for Norra to scream and thrash in Kylo's grasp, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm took over, spilling his seed inside his best friend. Norra's thighs shook as Kylo stilled inside her, the feeling of her pussy more comforting than any hug he had ever gotten. He ran his fingers through her curls, her eyes still blown wide with lust.

"Come back with me, Norra." Kylo whispered earnestly, pressing more kisses to her throat, showering her with love and adoration.

"I can't. Poe would scour the entire galaxy to find me." Norra's fingers brushed over the warmth of Kylo's skin as she reveled in the affection she was being given.

"Don't you want to rule with me? Fuck in my bed and display to everyone who owns you?" He asked, brushing his lips over one of the hickeys on her collarbone.

"You know I'd love to, but my loyalty is to my brother, and his lies with the rebellion. My hands are tied, Kylo." The tall commander pushed himself away from Norra, throwing her clothes in her direction as he dressed himself quickly. Norra followed his lead, shoving her feet into her boots and trying to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. Her head hung low as she popped her knuckles, tying her hair back into a bun as she and Kylo prepared to part ways for another undefined length of time.

"She's with the rebellion, the girl from Jakku." Norra muttered as she adjusted her blaster and lightsaber against her waist.

"I'm aware. Anything else?" Kylo asked curtly, turning back towards Norra and watching as she shook her head.

"I overheard something about Maz Katana's tavern, but I'm not positive about anything else."

"I see." Norra nodded, deeming the conversation over as she walked back to the door of the outpost, stealing a peek at the surrounding area to see if anyone had found them while they were wrapped in each other's embrace just a few moments before. The coast was clear.

"I guess we'd better be going then, Commander Ren. Wouldn't want to keep the Supreme Leader waiting. I've heard he's not a patient man." Norra called over her shoulder, surveying the dusty room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything before making her way back towards her borrowed X-Wing. As she reached for the ladder leading to the cockpit, Norra was spun around, a desperate kiss planted on her mouth.

"I love you, Lieutenant Norra Dameron. Thank you for your help, sweet girl."

"You're welcome, Commander Kylo Ren. I'd do anything for you. I love you, too." They kissed again, Kylo reaching around her waist to pinch her ass, chuckling at the squeal that she pressed against his lips.

"I'll see you soon." With that, Kylo Ren turned and stalked towards his ship, climbing into the cockpit. Ever the gentleman, Kylo stared at Norra as she also entered her ship, allowing her to take off before he followed.

#star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren imagine #kylo x oc #kylo ren smut #star wars smut

[hazza-bear-care]

Friday Night Grind

Eddie and Y/N have a weekly ritual. Every Friday, they eat, drink, smoke, and watch TV. What happens when their ritual adds another aspect?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, grinding, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex, oral (f receiving) marijuana usage, swearing, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, aftercare, daddy kink, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything!

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October had blown in with a flurry of leaves, the anticipation of Halloween wrapping the town of Hawkins, Indiana in an air of excitement. The Hawkins High football team was hosting their yearly Fall Tailgate, attempting to rouse some hope of their impending victory against their rival team. The smell of hot apple cider enveloped students and staff alike, as cheers and ringing bells echoed around the guests playing games and winning prizes.

Manning her Home Economics booth, Y/N was responsible for dishing up freshly baked goods her class had work tirelessly to prepare for this tailgate.

"One cinnamon roll, please! And one for the pretty lady behind the booth." Eddie Munson stood on the other side of the table, left hand shoved into the pocket on his denim Dio vest, right extended with two crumpled up dollar bills. Y/N took his money with a smile, wrapping up a cinnamon roll in some parchment paper and passing it off to Eddie before taking one for herself.

"Thank you, Eddie. I haven't eaten very much today and these cinnamon rolls have been calling my name since they came out of the oven yesterday in class." With a shared smile, Y/N bit into her sweet confection and moaned at the flavor bursting over her tongue.

"May I steal you, or are you too busy to walk with me?" Eddie asked, tucking his own cinnamon roll into the pocket of his vest.

"Um, Elizabeth, could you take over please? I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Take your time, Y/N! The cinnamon rolls are the last of what we have, and with how busy we've been, we might close early. I can't wait, that apple cider has been beckoning since they started up!" Elizabeth quickly shooed Y/N out from behind the booth, Eddie holding out his arm for her to take as they strolled by booths overflowing with goodies, games, and friends.

"Well, that was easy. Are we still on for tonight?" Eddie mused, stealing a glance at the girl on his arm. Y/N took another bite of her cinnamon roll, returning Eddie's gaze.

"What, you don't want to cheer on this school's dumb football team to another dumb victory?" Y/N asked sarcastically, already knowing Eddie's answer.

"You know what? I really don't. It seems like you don't either." Eddie responded with a chuckle.

"No, I don't. I volunteered to run the booth for Home Ec, that's about it. So, I'd say yes, Eddie. We're still on for tonight. Anything in particular you want to do, or is it the same Friday night grind?" Yet another bite was shoved in her mouth as she and Eddie stopped to watch Mike's little sister, Holly, attempted the ring toss. Three rings later, everyone cheered as Holly was given a stuffed tiger as her prize. Eddie nodded to Nancy and patted Mike on the back as he and Y/N continued walking.

"I was thinking the same thing we usually do; weed, pizza, movie. What do you say to a horror movie marathon?" Y/N pondered the question as she chewed the last of her cinnamon roll, the smell of apple cider growing stronger as the pair approached the booth.

"Sounds like a plan, Munson. Anything I need to bring? Two, please." Y/N asked, ordering a cider for both her and Eddie. With a playful smack to her hand, Eddie silently told Y/N to put her money away as he pulled out two more crumpled bills from his pocket, paying for the cider.

"Since your booth would likely be closed by the time we get back, would you mind picking up some tapes?" Eddie asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure! No worries, Eds. Just know that there will be no bitching or complaining about the movies I bring, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Eddie said with a mock salute and a smile. The pair sipped on the cider as they approached the haphazard hay bale maze the school had set up. They were only able to afford enough for a small maze, the walls only two bales high. With a knowing look, Eddie and Y/N entered, the way out easily seen by Eddie's tall stature. They were out in a record five minutes, escorting a few lost elementary school students along the way.

True to Elizabeth's word, the booth was closed by the time Eddie and Y/N had made their way back to it. Y/N had convinced Eddie to help tear down the table and sign, delicately balancing trays and the table as they walked towards the school to put everything away.

"Eddie, the least I can do is carry the trays. You're going to break something." Y/N offered once again, giggling to herself as Eddie shook her off.

"No. A lady should never carry anything when a gentleman is present. I will, however, allow you to open the door." Eddie argued, propping the table up against his leg for a break as Y/N opened the door.

"Wow, such responsibility you give me, Sir Munson."

"Don't get used to it, Princess. I'll be your chivalrous knight again soon."

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Eight o'clock rolled around quickly after Eddie dropped Y/N off at home after the tailgate. After a brief dinner with her family, she sped quickly to Family Video to rent some movies for her and Eddie to mock.

She grabbed as many horror movies as she could carry before plopping them on the counter in front of Steve and Robin.

"You and Eddie having another movie night, this week?" Robin asked as she began typing the titles of the movies under Y/N's account.

"Indeed, we are." Y/N replied, smiling at the questioning look Steve shot at her from over Robin's shoulder while he glanced at the throng of movies Y/N was renting.

"You're going to force Eddie to sit through 'Little Shop of Horrors'?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve. Do you have a problem with that?"

"He's going to hate it." Steve remarked with a shrug.

"That's the plan, Harrington." The smile on Y/N's face was bright and hopeful as Robin returned the sentiment, banging on the computer keyboard as she finished typing in the movies.

"$30 even. Have you ever, I don't know, thought about inviting Steve and me to these little get togethers you and Eddie have every week?" Robin asked, a slightly sour tone to her voice as she bagged up the movies.

"Oh. Well, Eddie and I have our traditions, of course. I'll ask him about it for next week, okay?" Y/N promised, zipping out of Family Video before her other friends could protest.

"They're never going to invite us. Eddie's been crushing on Y/N forever." Steve told Robin before turning his attention back to 'Fast Times' playing on the small TV on the counter.

"I know." Robin ceded.

The trip to Eddie's trailer was one Y/N knew like the back of her hand. She could almost drive there with her eyes closed, if it were possible.

Eddie was standing on the porch as Y/N pulled up, hurrying to open her car door and retrieve the bag of movies she had brought before escorting her inside the warmth of his trailer.

"Hey, what would you say to Steve and Robin joining us next week?" Y/N asked as she made herself comfortable on Eddie's couch, popping open a can of New Coke and taking a swig as Eddie fished through the stack of tapes.

"I'd say let me think about it. I like having these moments with you. Away from freshman and Gareth, ya know?" Eddie scoffed at the sight of "Little Shop of Horrors" before turning around and popping it into the VCR under the TV.

"I understand. Robin asked, so I figured I'd relay the question."

"She doesn't spend enough time with Harrington at work that she needs to drag him out here?" Eddie asked, making himself comfortable next to Y/N as the credits started rolling for the movie.

"I think she was asking because she's our friend and wants to be included. Your point could stand for us as well: we don't spend enough time together playing Dungeons & Dragons? We needed to start a movie night?"

"I can't believe you like that shit." Eddie said, gesturing to the can of Coke perched dangerously on the arm of the sofa. "Old Coke tastes so much better and you know it."

"I agree, but you can't find anything else in the stores anymore. New Coke is all the rage, Eds. Lucas likes it." Y/N countered, hoping the fact that Lucas liking the new formula would help prove her point.

"Sinclair likes shooting balls into laundry baskets, Y/N. He's not exactly a trustworthy source." Rick Moranis' voice flowed around them as he sang about the dreary atmosphere of living on Skid Row, the argument lost to the tone of melancholy in his voice.

"I wonder if this is where Skid Row got their name." Y/N thought out loud, almost spitting Coke out of her nose at the horrified look on Eddie's face.

"The town, I would imagine, not this cheesy ass song."

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Hours later, almost every movie Y/N had brought over had been watched, the pair rounding off their night with "Ghostbusters" and a few joints.

"Seriously, Y/N how many times have you watched this movie? You know everything Bill Murray is going to say before he says it!" Eddie whined, puffing on the roach of his joint before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

"What can I say, Munson, I know a good movie when I see one." Y/N coughed on her roach, the smoke burning her throat as she inhaled before passing it off to Eddie to finish. He took the joint with a chuckled as he finished the joint with one final hint, once again reaching for the ashtray in front of him.

As Peter Venkman ran away from the slime ghost chasing him through the hallway of a hotel, Eddie's attention was only on Y/N, memorizing her face as if he'd never see her again. Her face lit up as she laughed at Ray's reaction to Venkman getting slimed, the creases in her eyes prominent. The dimple on her cheek sunk deep into her face, and Eddie couldn't resist poking it.

Y/N shot Eddie a look, which caused him to lean back in surrender. Once more he snuck a look at Y/N, trailing his hand across her shoulders and down her arm, smirking at the goosebumps that popped up on her skin. A suddenly evil idea popped into Eddie's head as he jabbed a finger into Y/N's ribs, a squeal leaving her as she jumped in surprise. In a flash, Eddie had pinned Y/N to the couch, tickling her with no mercy as she screamed for him to stop.

"How can I stop when your laugh is so pretty?" Eddie asked, puppy dog eyes staring deeply into hers. While he was distracted by her beauty, Y/N took advantage and pushed Eddie up, straddling his lap and tickling his sides in return. Eddie released a high-pitched squeal of his own as Y/N poked him in a particularly ticklish spot, the girl on his lap laughing hard at the noise.

"What was that? Is the big, bad, Eddie Munson ticklish?" Y/N teased, pushing her fingers into the same spot, once more emitting a girlish scream from Eddie. She continued her assault for another minute, laughing along with Eddie at his reactions before her hands were abruptly ripped away and locked against Eddie's chest.

"Yes, the big, bad, Eddie is ticklish. That was a low blow, Princess." Eddie argued, still holding Y/N's hands in his against his chest.

"You started it!" Y/N countered, eyes hazy with the weed coursing through her veins.

"Yeah, well I'm finishing it." Eddie finalized, taking a better look at the girl perched in his lap. His brown eyes traced her features, and Y/N started to feel self-conscious under Eddie's scrutinizing gaze. A beat passed of them just staring at each other, before Eddie once again took advantage of Y/N and started tickling her again, ignoring her pleas to stop.

The position Y/N was sitting in made it hard for Eddie to keep his cool as she squirmed in his lap, his fingers continuing to jab into her ribs to keep the peals of laughter coming from her chest. One particular poke made Y/N jump, the sudden feeling of Eddie's erection digging into her clothed core. The pair paused, both breathless due to how much they were laughing just a few seconds earlier.

"Eddie.... Is that a lighter in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Y/N ground down onto his dick once more, watching as Eddie threw his head back under her.

"I'm just happy to see you, Princess. Fuck if you keep doing that, I'll pin you to this couch and make you squeal for a different reason." Eddie moaned again as Y/N continued to grind on him, his erection growing harder under her.

"Is that a threat, or a promise?" Y/N asked as she ground once more, having full control of the situation since her hands were still being pressed to Eddie's chest.

"If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask, Princess." Eddie groaned, inching his face closer to Y/N's as her hips continued to rock against his. She whimpered as Eddie purposely thrusted to give her more friction, throwing caution to the wind as he leaned up and planted a heated kiss to her mouth. Y/N wrenched her hands out of Eddie's grasp and placed them on his cheeks. pulling him ever closer.

Eddie slid his tongue past Y/N's teeth, groaning in the back of his throat as she allowed his tongue to battle with hers. She took it one step further by biting his bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth. Eddie's eyes rolled in the back of his head, the combination of her sucking on his lip and grinding onto his dick almost overwhelming him. He took the situation into his own hands as he cupped her ass, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room, his lips never leaving hers in the process. He threw Y/N onto the bed, chasing her lips with his once more as he kissed her ferociously. His lips left hers as he trailed across her jawline and down her neck, smirking as she squealed once he reached her sweet spot. He sucked a hickey onto her neck, his tongue soothing the pain he had left as he descended further.

Eddie's hands snuck up under her shirt, breaking away from her only to rip it and her bra off before attacking one of her nipples with his mouth, rolling the other between two of his fingers. Her hands wrapped themselves in Eddie's wild curls, arching her back to get Eddie closer to her body. His tongue lashed wildly against her pebbled peak, groaning against it as Y/N tugged at his hair. Eddie released her nipple with a pop before moving to the other, pinching once again and smirking at her moan.

"Fuck, Eddie. More, please!" Y/N whined, desperately bucking her hips in a futile attempt for attention.

"You want more, sweetheart? I can give you more, especially since you asked so nicely." Eddie continued to kiss down her body, skin feeling soft under his plush lips. He unbuttoned her jeans with ease, shoving them down to her ankles where she hurriedly kicked them to the floor. Eddie sunk in between her legs, marveling at the wet patch currently growing across the blue cotton of her panties. Eddie smirked, placing a kiss to her folds before moving her panties aside and using two of his fingers to spread her open.

"You're already so wet for me, baby. All this for me?" Y/N nodded, covering her blushing face with her hands as Eddie chuckled, pulling away for a moment to remove the rings on his hands before settling back between Y/N's thighs. He spread her puffy lips open once more and licked a broad stripe over her pussy, relishing in the way she moaned above him, dropping her hands to his hair instantly.

Eddie's tongue flicked her clit as he shook his head from side to side, causing Y/N to moan loudly as she threw her head back into Eddie's pillows. He slid one of his fingers deep inside her slick core, moaning against her as she clenched at the intrusion. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard as he pumped his finger in and out of her at a brisk pace, adding another and curling them up, hitting the sweet spot inside her that made her toes curl.

"Fuck, Eddie! Oh my God, it feels so good!" Y/N yelled, pulling Eddie's hair to get him closer as she felt her orgasm begin to bubble up inside her. He added a third finger, continuing his assault on her slick pussy as he relentlessly pounded into her. Y/N clenched around his fingers once more as her orgasm quickly took over, soaking Eddie's face in her juices as she came hard around his fingers. He coaxed her through her first orgasm, not leaving her core until she weakly pushed his head away from her fluttering pussy. He crawled up and kissed her deeply, holding his soaked fingers against her lips, shoving them into her mouth as she sucked her arousal off his digits. Once he pulled away, Eddie removed his pants and boxers as he waltzed over to his nightstand and tore it open. He snatched a foil pack before turning back towards Y/N as he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and pumping a few times.

Y/N felt her mouth water as she watched Eddie, licking her lips in anticipation. Eddie chuckled as he stalked back over to the bed.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Eddie asked, genuinely caring for her well-being while he positioned himself over her.

"I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please, I need you." Y/N's pussy clenched in anticipation as Eddie smiled, placing another kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, baby? You need me to fill you up with my cock, is that it?" Eddie's words made Y/N moan, throwing her head back and giving Eddie full access to her neck. He peppered kisses over the expanse of skin, once more sucking another bruise onto her neck before pulling her into a kiss, tongue slipping easily into her waiting mouth. While Y/N sucked on his tongue, Eddie positioned his tip at her entrance, gathering some of her slick onto the condom before penetrating her core.

Y/N threw her head back as she moaned at the intrusion, her pussy clenching around Eddie's dick as he continued to stretch her open inch by inch. He bottomed out, staring at the blissful look stretching across Y/N's face as she adjusted to Eddie's length inside her. Y/N tapped Eddie on the shoulder in a silent bid to get him to move, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrusted deep inside her.

"Fuck, Princess. Look at you, taking my big cock so well. Can you feel how deep I am, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, taking one of Y/N's hands from his arms and pressing it to the bottom of her belly, moaning in unison with her as he thrusted hard into her.

"Oh my God, harder, please." Y/N begged, wrapping her legs around Eddie's waist as he buried himself deeper into her sopping wet core. Eddie picked up his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing in the room around them. His fingers brushed against her clit and she clenched around him. He could tell he wouldn't last long if she continued squeezing around him, but he was adamant to make her finish before he did.

"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asked, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek as she nodded, jaw dropped to her chest as her sweet noises wrapped around him.

"Fuck, Daddy, don't stop!" Y/N screamed, the name slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Eddie paused above her, his chocolate eyes boring deeply into hers as she blushed. In a flash Eddie had pulled out of Y/N and flipped her over onto her belly, wrenching her hips up so her ass was in the air. A smack rippled against her skin as Eddie spanked her and a loud moan escaped her lips. He lined himself up to her entrance before thrusting in hard, a deeper angle overwhelming the pair tangled in the bed sheets.

"Oh shit, baby. You feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. You're doing so weel for me, sweetheart. Fuck, I'm addicted to you." Eddie moaned, another smack meeting Y/N's ass. Her toes curled as Eddie continued burying stroke after stroke deep insider her pussy, the head of his cock brushing her g-spot in a delicious rhythm.

Y/N was babbling, a mindless string of moans and "Daddy's" falling past her lips as her face was buried deeper into Eddie's pillows. She leaned back, meeting Eddie's thrusts, causing her ass to jiggle and shake due to the impact.

"Look at my cock-drunk little Princess. Fuck, you're close, huh? I can feel it, your pussy feels so good." Eddie spanked Y/N once again, a bright red hand print gazing back at him as he pulled away, wrapping his arm around her waist and coming in contact with her clit and rubbing furiously. Y/N's back arched as she shattered around Eddie's cock, her orgasm settling deep in her bones as she squirted, her arousal splashing against Eddie's thighs and dripping to the bed sheets below.

Eddie growled deep in his throat as one more powerful thrust led him to his own orgasm, pumping his cum into the condom. When he pulled out, Eddie chuckled at how Y/N whined at the loss of contact keeping her tethered to him, her posture sagging against the mattress. Eddie kissed her shoulder before pulling himself away completely, going to the bathroom and disposing of the condom while dampening a rag to clean Y/N.

Y/N had rolled onto her side, still panting after her mind-blowing orgasm rocked her to her core. Eddie approached the bed, gently spreading her legs as he dragged the cool cloth down her sweat soaked skin, sopping up every drop of her arousal. She winced as Eddie swiped the rag against her puffy pussy, cleaning her as gently as he could.

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he threw the rag somewhere behind him, wrapping Y/N in his arms and pulling her into his chest. Y/N pressed a kiss to Eddie's chest before trailing up his neck and pecking his lips.

"I'm amazing, Eddie. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Princess. I didn't know you could squirt, did you?" Eddie commented, laughing softly as Y/N buried her face in his neck out of embarrassment.

"No, I didn't. I guess you bring that out of me, same with the Daddy thing." Eddie wrapped his arms tighter around Y/N's body as she nuzzled deeper into his skin, willing herself to absorb into him to escape this moment.

"It was hot. Both of it, all of it, sweetheart. Fuck, that was amazing. I'm never gonna stop thinking about you, Y/N." Eddie's admission made her heart skip a beat as she pulled away to look at him, love and adoration present in his lust-blown pupils. His eyes flickered to her lips for a second before he connected them once more, but this kiss was different. This kiss sent fireworks through their bodies, the sparks sizzling under their skin. Eddie poured everything he was feeling into her mouth, his fingers gently wrapping in her hair as he pulled her impossibly closer.

When they separated, breathless and desperate for air, the silence around them was comfortable, but thick.

"I think we have a new tradition, Munson." Y/N spoke first, breaking the silence and playing with the damp curls that had fallen over Eddie's shoulder.

"That we do, Princess. I thought about it; Steve and Robin are never invited to movie night as long as that keeps happening." Y/N giggled, pushing her lips to his again, rolling Eddie onto his back as she straddled his hips once more, continuing to make out with the boy under her.

"Eddie, I think I'm in love with you." Y/N whispered as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Yeah? Well I know I'm in love with you, sweetheart." Eddie's face broke out into a toothy grin, as did Y/N's. Eddie reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, poking her dimple as he pulled Y/N into a hug. They remained tangled in each other's embrace for the rest of the night, their movie night thrown to the wind. As they laid in bed, another blunt being passed between them, they both couldn't wait until next Friday.

#stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #fluff #angst #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley imagine #smut

[hazza-bear-care]

What Happened Part 2

Dedicated to @talesofadragon and the others who loved the first part.

Jason gets a taste of his own medicine and Bucky fills Steve in on a secret.

DBF!Bucky X Fem!Rogers!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of miscarriage, manipulation, and mentions of abuse. let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This is a long one! Strap yourselves in, and enjoy!

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Are you still coming over baby? I miss you ;)

Accompanying the text was a lewd picture, a scantily clad brunette kneeling on her bed, legs spread and enticing. Jason groaned, rubbing his hand over his face as he contemplated her request. For the moment, he ignored the text while he got dressed, ready to approach Y/N and ask if she was ready to apologize to him for invading his privacy. However, when Jason came back into the living room, Y/N wasn't there. Instead, their pictures were all over the floor, glass and wood splintered around them. Muffling his anger, he spun around to see where Y/N was hiding.

"Y/N! You better come out and clean this shit up!" Silence echoed around him. With a growl, Jason tore through the apartment, ripping door off the hinges, clothes out of closets, but Y/N wasn't in the apartment. As Jason stomped to the door and grabbed his car keys, he noticed Y/N's shoes were still in their place by the door. She couldn't get very far without her shoes, especially in the pouring rain, so Jason decided to knock on every door in the complex to see if his back-stabbing girlfriend was hiding from him somewhere else. Y/N didn't have friends, all of them abandoning her once she moved in with Jason. She worked from home, so she never really had a reason to leave the house, just like she never had an excuse to not clean the house while Jason was out.

Every apartment was void of Y/N, the homeowners upset due to the interruption of their sleep. One young family, a husband, wife, and screaming newborn offered to call Y/N seeing as she offered to babysit one day, but Jason waved them off, mumbling something about her phone being dead. With hopes of finding her given, the slightly angry father closed and locked the door as Jason tore down the hallway and flying down the stairs. He jumped into his car and peeled out of the parking lot, heading towards the one place she had left to go: her father's house.

20 minutes later, Jason was once again pounding on a door, but this time it was Steve's.

"Jason? Do you have any idea what time it is?" Steve asked, voice slurring with sleep.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Y/N?" Jason asked, pushing past Steve and stomping up to the guest room he and Y/N had shared whenever they came to visit. Jason looked under the bed, in the closet, and behind the shower curtain, Y/N still not easily found.

"What do you mean 'Where's Y/N'? She should be home asleep." Steve countered, following Jason as he tore through the house.

"She's not." Jason muttered, once again pushing past Steve to check the other rooms in the house. He left a trail of destruction behind him as he flew through Steve's house.

"God Dammit, where are you hiding her?!" Jason yelled, grabbing Steve by his shirt collar and slamming him up against the wall, anger dripping from him in thick ropes.

"I'm not hiding her anywhere! What is going on?" Steve argued back, pushing Jason off of him as he spoke.

"Nothing. We had a fight and she left." Jason spat, deciding to go back downstairs.

"Could she be staying with a friend?" Steve asked, discreetly pulling out his phone and sending a text to Y/N, anxiously waiting for the 'delivered' note to pop up, but it never did.

"You and I both know Y/N doesn't have any friends, Steven. Call me when you hear from her." Jason ordered, slamming the door behind him and speeding off towards that sexy brunette that was waiting for him across town.

As he watched Jason speed off down the street, Steve called the only other person Y/N knew in town; Bucky.

As Y/N slept soundly in Bucky's arms, thoughts were swimming in his head. Thoughts about Jason and how much that little punk deserved what was coming for him. Thoughts about Steve, his best friend and father to the dream girl currently laying in his bed; the same girl he vowed he'd never touch no matter how much he wanted to. And of course, thoughts about Y/N, the red flags she'd ignored about Jason, and the consequences they brought.

His phone vibrating on his nightstand was the only thing able to break him out of his trance. He placed a gentle kiss to Y/N's temple before slipping out of her grasp and grabbing his phone, leaving the room to not disturb her peaceful slumber.

"Hey, Steve. What's up?" Bucky asked as he pressed his phone to his ear, prying his voice came out even and calm.

"Where's Y/N?" Steve barked back, anger lacing his voice.

"Why are you asking?" Steve sighed on the other end of the phone, and Bucky could just picture his best friend pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Jason stopped by. Considering the fact that it was pouring rain, three am, and that he didn't know where his girlfriend, my DAUGHTER, was, I decided I needed to call you. So, where's Y/N?" Steve explained, once again asking for the location of his daughter.

"Before I answer you, is Jason still there?" Fear prickled the back of Bucky's neck, his breath quickening as he awaited Steve's response.

"No, James, he's not still here. He left almost as soon as I told him Y/N wasn't here. What's going on?"

"Steve, I hate when you call me James." Bucky groaned, running his metal hand down his face.

"Then fill me in." Steve shot back.

"Y/N's here with me, she's asleep. Don't worry, she's safe and I'm sleeping on the couch." Steve sighed in relief as he heard that his daughter was safe, with someone he trusted, but he couldn't help but wonder what happened to lead her to Bucky instead of her own flesh and blood.

"What happened?"

"I don't think I should be the one to tell you, Steve. Y/N should, she will. Listen, try to get some sleep. We'll go on a run and come back to my place afterwards and get her to explain everything. Trust me, it'll be better hearing it from her than from me." Bucky explained quickly, attempting to push Steve off the phone so he could take his own advice and go to bed. He was confident that as soon as Steve saw Y/N broken, beaten and bloodied at the hands of her boyfriend, all hell would break loose.

"It's a deal. See you in a few hours." Steve hung up, and Bucky dashed back to his room, sliding under the sheets next to Y/N as he finally was able to sleep.

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Two hours later was too early for Steve and Bucky to go on a run. The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, the earth still cold and damp due to the previous night's rain. Bucky could see his breath coming out in puffs as he kept pace with Steve, the air between them stagnant and uncomfortable as they both pretended to ignore the impending conversation. As the duo looped back towards Bucky's house, his phone buzzed in the pocket of his sweats.

Where did you go? A text from Y/N this early in the morning was almost unheard of, but he assumed the pounding in her head from her concussion had woken her up. Before he left with Steve, Bucky had left a glass of water and some painkillers out on her bedside table in order to help stave away the pain.

About to walk in with your dad. He needs to know what happened last night, honey. Bucky responded as fast as he could without alerting Steve.

"You want a coffee?" Steve's question broke Bucky away from his phone, the vibrations of panic and rushed texts from Y/N going ignored as Bucky shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Yeah. Two hours of sleep have rendered me useless. It's a good thing we don't have any missions this week, right?" Bucky chuckled at his own joke, quieting quickly as Steve shot him a look he couldn't quite place. He thought about suggesting one for Y/N seeing as she was now up and about, most likely spiraling into a panic attack over having to speak to her father about yesterday, but by the time Bucky opened his mouth to suggest it, two coffees were shoved into his hands with Steve holding his own.

They left the coffee shop and walked silently back to Bucky's house, the silence growing ever thicker between them. Bucky snuck his phone out of his sweats, cupping one of the hot coffee cups between his arm and his torso so one hand was free.

WHAT?!

BUCKY TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!!!!

I can't tell him.

please don't make me do this....

Bucky felt his heart lurch in his chest at the last message, but he stuck to his gut. Y/N had to tell her father what happened, or else he would. As they walked into the house, they were met with Y/N sitting on the stairs, knee bouncing, and fingers shoved in her mouth as she bit her nails.

"Good morning, Y/N." Steve said, brushing past Bucky and going to sit on the couch in the living room, still within ear shot of his daughter and best friend.

"Hi, Daddy." Y/N responded meekly past her ring finger. She glanced up at Bucky, desperately wishing for him to sweep her into his arms and kiss her fears away like he did last night. Instead, Bucky handed her the coffee Steve had bought, holding his own hand out for hers to help lead her into the living room.

As soon as Bucky and Y/N entered, standing in front of Steve, her father was able to see just how injured she was.

"Y/N... what happened?" Steve asked, the air seemingly sucked out of his lungs at the sight of his bruised daughter.

"Daddy, it was an accident, I promise. I was doing dishes, and I broke that crystal serving plate, the one Grandma Peggy gave to me. Glass went everywhere and I ended up cutting myself on some shards. I went to the ER for some stitches and came here so Jason wouldn't freak out." Bucky's jaw dropped in surprise as Y/N spun a wild lie. Almost as if he were disgusted, Bucky dropped Y/N's hand and stepped away from her, gauging Steve's reaction to the lie his daughter came up with.

"Is that right?" Steve asked, a scrutinizing gaze on his face. Y/N nodded quickly, bringing her hand back up to her mouth to continue biting her nails. "You broke an antique gift, I'm assuming either in your sink or on the floor, and you somehow ended up with stitches on your forehead, bruises on your arms, and a black eye?"

Y/N froze in her spot, quickly glancing over to Bucky who had a stony look on his own face.

"Tell him the truth, Y/N." Bucky ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can't." Y/N mumbled, eyes welling up with tears again as she looked at her feet.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Steve yelled.

Y/N's head started throbbing and her breath was stuttering, her anxiety flaring up. She flinched aggressively as her father raised his voice, something he doesn't do very often. In fact, the last time he remembered raising his voice towards his daughter, she was still in diapers, and he yelled to keep her away from the hot grill outside.

Y/N trembled in front of her father and her savior as her head continued to spin, the living room spinning faster. She once again looked to Bucky, his face a blur of concern through her tears as he approached her. He wrapped his burly arms around Y/N's shaking body, giving her the comfort her father didn't want to give her just yet.

"Daddy, Jason hit me." Y/N blurted, burying her tear-soaked face in Bucky's chest before her father could react to the news. However, Bucky could see Steve's face go from confused and frustrated, to angry in three seconds flat.

"He did what? Baby, how long has this been going on?" Steve's fists curled into balls at his side as he stood and stalked towards his daughter, still dwarfed in Bucky's comforting embrace.

"A year and a half. Daddy, I swear I was going to tell you." Y/N wailed, jumping from Bucky's arms to Steve's, tears still flowing freely as she buried her face in her dad's chest.

"Honey, why didn't you?" Steve's voice may have been soft and caring, but deep down he was infuriated.

"I was scared. Jason said he'd hurt you and then kill me and make it look like an accident. Last night was so scary and I didn't know where else to go, so I came here. I'm so, so sorry, Dad."

"What happened last night?" Steve asked quietly once more, stroking Y/N's hair to comfort her the same way her mom did. When Y/N didn't answer, sobs still wracking her body at full force, Steve turned his attention to Bucky.

"What do you know?" Bucky asked.

"Jason said they got into a fight and Y/N left." Steve answered, still clutching his wailing daughter to his chest.

"I don't have the whole story, but he was right about the fight. He got angry enough to give her a grade 2 concussion, a black eye, and enough cuts on her body for the doctors at the ER to talk about sending her to the psych ward." Bucky explained, lowering his voice during the last part. He had been pulled aside while Y/N was getting stitched up and locked in another room with two police officers accusing him of hurting her.

"Y/N, honey, please tell me what happened." Steve pleaded, holding Y/N out at arm's length to get another look at her injuries.

"Jason's been cheating on me. I found nudes and texts from at least a dozen other women on his phone last night, which led to the fight. He slammed me against the wall multiple times, a picture frame fell and cut my forehead, he choked me, punched me, kicked me and told me if I told anyone what happened he'd kill me and make it look like I did it myself. Daddy, I was so scared I didn't know where else to go, so I came here." Y/N stumbled through the events, hyperventilating between sentences as more tears fell. Steve passed Y/N over to Bucky, who then put her on the couch as his best friend gestured to talk to him in the kitchen. With a nod, Bucky wrapped Y/N into a huge blanket he had on the back of his couch with a promise he'd be back soon and followed Steve into the kitchen.

"What are we going to do?" Steve whispered angrily, clenching the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"I don't know, Steve. I told Y/N she should press charges, and you and I would support her no matter what, but she's...." Bucky trailed off. He didn't know how to explain how Y/N was feeling.

"She's terrified." Steve finished as Bucky nodded.

"He's cheating on her, beating her for a year and a half, maybe longer. She doesn't have any friends; she has a very little support system. It's like he planned this." Bucky could feel his own rage burning deep in his gut, the urge to beat the living daylights out of Jason growing stronger with each thought of every punch, kick, and concussion Y/N had suffered over the past year and six months. "Was he always like this, Steve?"

Steve sighed and shrugged. "I genuinely don't know, Buck. The last time I saw them together, all seemed well. She was her usual self, smiley, happy, bubbly, talking a mile a minute."

Soon, they were interrupted by another series of hard knocks on the front door. Bucky and Steve dashed out of the kitchen to see a frightened Y/N curled up on the couch, eyes wide at the noise.

"Who is it?" Y/N whispered, voice shaky.

Bucky held up a hand, silently telling both Y/N and Steve to wait as he crept to the door and looked out of the peephole. On the other side were two police officers and Jason, a look of murderous rage on his face.

"It's Jason. He's got cops with him." Bucky answered.

"But.... He doesn't know where you live! How can he be here?" Y/N whisper-yelled, still cuddling under the blanket on the couch. A look of realization fell over her as she scrambled for her phone. She opened her texts with Jason and muffled a wail as she was met with her location pinging over Bucky's house. Another knock pounded on the door.

"This is the police! Open the door, we have some questions to ask." Behind him, Bucky heard Y/N begin to hyperventilate again.

"Do you have a warrant?" Bucky asked through the door, hand poised on the handle as he waited for one of the officers to produce the warrant.

"Yes sir." The cop answered, flashing the warrant to the peephole. Bucky sighed, turning to look at Steve and Y/N. Steve had a stern look on his face as his daughter cuddled into him, willing herself to fuse into his side and disappear. With a nod, Steve told Bucky to open the door.

"One condition, officers," Bucky started as he cracked open the door. "He stays out here."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, sir. He's a key witness to the kidnapping of one Y/N Margaret Rogers, and he'd like to see that she's okay." Finishing his sentence, the officer pushed past Bucky and into his house, met with a cowering Y/N on the couch with her father.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so happy you're okay!" Jason said sweetly, rushing over to the couch and kneeling by her legs. The sweetness of his voice was not reflected in his eyes, instead anger swam in his dark brown eyes. Y/N flinched away from Jason, tucking her legs as far under her body as they could go, clutching desperately to her father's arms, deep crescent marks enveloping his bicep.

"Mr. Barnes, Officer Lee would like to ask you a few questions while I talk to Mr. and Miss Rogers. Please follow her into the kitchen." Bucky shot a stony look to Jason's back as he followed Officer Lee into the kitchen, prepared to prove his innocence. The other officer stayed in the living room with Steve, Y/N, and Jason, observing the tension among the three.

"Mr. Barnes, where were you last night around 11:30 last night?" Officer Lee asked, her voice sweet but firm.

"I was at home. I had just returned from a late-night run with Steve Rogers. I made it home just before the rain hit." Bucky explained, pulling out a chair at the table for the officer, then for himself as they both sat.

"What time did Miss Rogers come to your home?"

"I don't exactly remember, maybe 11:40 or so. I wasn't wearing a watch." Bucky answered sharply.

"How long have you had a relationship with the Rogers family, Mr. Barnes?" Officer Lee asked as she jotted down Bucky's answers in a little notebook.

"I've known Steve for 20 years. We fought together in the Army. I was his best man at his wedding when he married his late wife, Marie. I was there when Y/N was born; I saw her first steps, heard her first words, watched her grow into the woman you saw on the couch." Bucky rambled.

"I see, and how long have you known Jason Monroe?"

"Not long at all, Officer. A year, or so." Bucky shrugged, wishing desperately for these questions to end.

"Mr. Monroe and Miss Rogers have been in a romantic relationship for three years. Were you aware of that, Mr. Barnes?" Officer Lee questioned, interlocking her fingers under her chin, her dull eyes meeting Bucky's across the table.

"Yes, ma'am I was."

"Perfect. Do you mind telling me what happened between Jason and Y/N to lead her here?"

As Bucky explained the tremulous relationship between Jason and Y/N, the foursome in the living room were answering the same question.

"Y/N, honey, tell the nice policeman what happened." Jason sneered from his seat between Steve and Y/N, his grip on her knee bruising her.

"It was nothing. I made a mistake." Y/N responded quickly, Jason's presence manipulating her story.

"What mistake was that, Miss Rogers?"

"I broke a picture frame while I was dusting them." Y/N lied, wincing visibly as Jason's nails dug further into her skin.

"Interesting. Excuse me for a moment." Officer Lee had poked her head out from the kitchen, gesturing for her partner to join her and Bucky.

"What was that?" Jason whispered aggressively, digging his fingers further into the meaty flesh of Y/N's thigh.

"Jason," Steve started, putting a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Stay out of this, old man, or I'll beat you to a pulp as well." Jason threatened, wrapping his arm around Y/N and shielding her from her father.

The officers returned, Bucky following behind them with a blank expression on his face as they stopped in front of the couch.

"Miss Rogers, would you mind explaining how you got that black eye?" Officer Lee asked, noting the tense look on Y/N's face as she was wrapped in Jason's firm embrace.

"I don't remember." Y/N mumbled, not trusting the voice at full volume.

"Oh honey, yes you do! You tripped and hit your eye on the table we have by the door. She's very clumsy, Officers." Jason answered, lying through his crooked teeth.

"Y/N, come with me." Officer Lee said, all hints of formality leaving as she called Y/N by her first name.

Y/N moved the blanket from around her waist, but Jason stood with her, his arm still wrapped around her shaking form as he went to walk with Y/N upstairs to Bucky's room.

"Mr. Monroe, we need you to stay here." The other officer said, clapping Jason on the shoulder.

"What? Why? She's my girlfriend and she's terrified, I need to be with her!" Jason yelled as Officer Lee escorted Y/N up the stairs.

"Y/N do you want him with you?" Officer Lee asked, stopping halfway up the stairs. Y/N looked at Jason, ire burning in his eyes as he glared at her, waiting for her answer.

"No. I don't want him with me. Can I have Bucky or my father instead?" Y/N answered confidently, although she still flinched away from the look Jason was giving her.

"Of course. Mr. Rogers?" Steve instantly stood from his spot on the couch and hurried up the stairs, following his daughter and the officer into Bucky's room and closing the door behind him. Officer Lee gestured for Y/N to sit on the bed, her father blocking the door with his body.

"Alright, Y/N. Let me preface this by saying you aren't in any trouble. Mr. Barnes told us in his questioning that Mr. Monroe had a tendency to abuse you. While you and I are in this room, I need to know every time he hit you, and if you'd like to press charges against him. You can take all the time you need to explain, you can cry, scream, yell, whatever you wish, just tell me everything that happened, okay?" Officer Lee had knelt on the ground, cupping Y/N's shaking hands in hers, a sign of solidarity.

"Y/N, look at me." Steve said, still bracing himself against the door in case Jason broke away from the other officer. Y/N looked up, her bottom lip clenched tightly in her teeth. She was met with a look of pity, worry graced over her father's face. "You're safe. We won't let Jason hurt you, okay? I know you're scared, but Officer Lee and I will make sure that Jason gets what he deserves, alright?"

"Where do I start?" Y/N whispered, untucking her lip and taking a deep breath.

"The beginning, Y/N. Start from the first moment Jason hit you." Officer Lee took her hands away from Y/N's as she began taking notes. Y/N detailed her past abuse from the first time Jason hit her after their two-year anniversary dinner, all the way to the previous night. She explained how long Jason had been cheating on her, the first time she confronted him about it, which led to another beating. Jason had convinced Y/N to work from home so she wouldn't have to explain the bruises and scars she had received due to Jason's wrath, effectively cutting her off from her friends and family. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without Jason tagging along, and she couldn't even remember a time where he wasn't always with her, making sure she didn't do anything he didn't approve of, anything that would effectively lead to abuse. She detailed the first time Jason had threatened to kill her, her father, the Rogers name dying with her.

Then she revealed a terrifying truth: she had been pregnant. Around Valentine's Day she had planned a romantic dinner, taking the day off of work to clean the apartment, go grocery shopping, and cook until her hair smelled like garlic and tomatoes. She had taken a string of pregnancy tests, and she hid one in the pocket of her jeans while she cooked, excited to tell Jason that they were expecting a beautiful bouncing bundle of joy of their own.

However, when Jason came home with lipstick on his collar and hickeys on his neck, the excitement fizzled away into anger and she confronted him about his actions. In the heat of the moment, Y/N had let it slip that she was pregnant, and she wouldn't allow her baby, their baby to be raised in a broken home. Jason not only didn't want the baby, but he truly believed that it wasn't his, that Y/N had somehow managed to leave the house and get knocked up with someone else's child. He flew into a fit of rage and slapped her across the face, punching her stomach and dragging Y/N out of their apartment, down the hall to the stairwell where he pushed her down the four flights that led to their apartment. The next day, she awoke to Jason yanking her out of bed and showing her the bloody sheets they had woken up on, hitting her once more for the mess she had made. When Jason had left for work after demanding that the sheets be burned and the house spotless when he returned, Y/N finally let the reality sink in: she had lost her baby, and she had no one to support her through the sea of emotions she was swimming in.

"Is that all, Y/N?" Officer Lee asked, jotting down the final notes of Y/N's story.

"Yes, that's it." Y/N sniffled, looking ashamed at just how much she had hidden from her father. Officer Lee, patted Y/N on the shoulder, standing and turning her attention to Steve who was still backed up against the door, jaw clenched so tight he could practically feel his teeth breaking.

"What happens now?" Steve asked through his gritted teeth, arms still crossed over his broad chest.

I need to speak with my partner, but there's one more thing I need to ask. Y/N do you have any pictures of your past abuse?"

Y/N shook her head. "Jason went through my phone every week. He deleted everything I had that could taint his reputation."

"Would you mind if we took pictures of the injuries you have now for evidence?" Y/N froze for a moment as she weighed her options: Jason could get arrested and booked but released on bail due to lack of evidence and speculation; or she could have her abuse documented and guarantee that Jason wouldn't be able to touch her again. She also knew what happened to baby killers behind bars. With her mind made up, she glanced confidently at Officer Lee.

"Take all the pictures you want, Officer. I have nothing to hide anymore." With a nod, Officer Lee pulled her phone out and followed Y/N into the bathroom, gently asking her to strip bare to get clear pictures of her injuries. Once she had everything she needed, Officer Lee left Y/N to dress herself again as she spoke to Steve.

"Y/N, I want you to stay up here, okay? Lock the door behind us as we leave; my partner and I need to discuss what's to happen next, and Jason might get hostile. Do you understand?" Officer Lee ordered, and Y/N nodded, sending a silent question to her father: Can Bucky come up here?

Steve understood her request and nodded, opening the door behind him and escorting the officer back down to the living room. About three seconds later, a knock broke Y/N out of her hazy thoughts.

"Sweetheart, it's Bucky. Let me in, please." Y/N scurried over to the door and allowed Bucky into his room, falling in his arms as soon as the door was locked again. She gripped him tightly, wishing that none of this had ever happened. She heard another door close, and she broke away from Bucky to slink over to the window, glancing through the glass to see her father and the two police officers talking.

The trio spoke outside for five minutes too long before Jason had started banging on the bedroom door. Y/N jumped and hid in Bucky's chest as she started crying again, Bucky sweeping her up into his arms and holding her tightly as Jason's relentless banging continued.

"Jason Monroe! You're under arrest for domestic assault and battery, and the murder of your unborn child!" Officer Lee's commanding voice flowed through the cracks of the door as her partner slammed Jason against it and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"She's lying! She's a whore and a bitch! Get your hands off me, don't you know who I am?!" Jason screamed.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney-"

"Of course, I can afford an attorney you pig bitch!"

"If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" Officer Lee screamed back, Jason's tantrum not phasing her professionalism.

"You're going to regret this Y/N! I promise I'll kill you and make it so no one will find your whore body!" Jason yelled, his voice fading as he was taken away. As she continued to sob in Bucky's chest, for once the weight was lifted off of her shoulders. Her biggest fear was currently handcuffed and being forced into a police car, taken away for what she hoped would be a very long time.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Bucky asked as Y/N's tears slowed. She silently reveled in how the name fell out of Bucky's mouth, comforting her more than when Jason had said it.

"I will be. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Bucky." The man chuckled beneath her at her apology.

"No, honey. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I hope you know that I'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect you, okay? I'll spend the rest of my life keeping you safe."

"I love you, Bucky." Y/N whispered, her glassy eyes staring deeply into Bucky's.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I'll love you as long as you let me." Y/N smiled softly, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Bucky's lips. Bucky returned her kiss, careful not to move too quickly and scare her away.

"Well, Y/N, looks like you had something to hide after all." Steve had managed to find a spare key and unlocked Bucky's bedroom door, standing in the doorway and watching as his best friend kissed his daughter.

"Steve-"

"Daddy!"

"Stop it. I'm not upset. I've been rooting for you two for a while now. Bucky is terrible at hiding his feelings, just like you, Y/N." Steve chuckled, a small smile on his face. Y/N and Bucky smiled back, Y/N crawling out of Bucky's lap to go hug her father.

"What happens now?" Y/N asked, her voice muffled by her father's shirt.

"I don't care what you and Bucky do next, just leave me out of it!" Steve joked. Bucky barked out a laugh as Y/N giggled.

"You know what I meant, Daddy." Y/N clarified, pulling her face out of Steve's shirt.

"I don't know. Officer Lee said she'd call me for the next steps, but you might have to testify in court. We'll figure this out, okay? For now, I'll leave you and Bucky to do whatever you wish. Will you be okay?" Steve explained.

"I'll be okay, Daddy. Thank you."

"You're welcome, honey. I'll see you later for dinner?" With a nod from Y/N, Steve kissed her forehead, straying from the stitched cut before letting himself out of Bucky's house.

"I could have sworn he would have been upset." Y/N sighed.

"I did too. You want to watch some more FRIENDS?" Bucky asked, patting the bed when Y/N nodded and smiled at him.

Another kiss comforted both Y/N and Bucky as the new couple settled onto the bed, FRIENDS playing on the tv. Once more, they clapped to the theme song and settled in for a quick binge of Y/N's favorite show.

Although he would have loved to beat Jason to a pulp, getting him arrested was a close second to Bucky. He was finally happy that his girl was safe, and he couldn't wait to show her what being loved actually felt like.

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[hazza-bear-care]

What Happened?

After a fight with her boyfriend, Y/N flees to the comfort of her dad's best friend Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Rogers)

Warnings: TW!!!!physical and mental abuse, swearing, death threats, "who did this to you" trope, fluff, age gap (reader is 22, Bucky is 43), pet names (sweets, sweetheart, honey)

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"I can't believe you went through my phone! Why don't you ever respect my privacy?!" Jason yelled as he dragged Y/N across the living room floor by her hair. Y/N screamed as she attempted to pry his fingers from her blonde locks, but he persisted, pulling her up and shoving her into the wall beside them. Her impact caused a picture to fall off the wall, the frame scraping her face as it fell to the floor, the glass shattering instantly.

"I'm sorry! I promise it won't happen again!" Y/N begged, crouching to the floor as Jason stalked toward her menacingly, an evil look in his eyes as he advanced on her cowering form. Jason's fingers wrapped around her throat tightly, pushing her up against the wall and squeezing. Y/N clawed at his wrists, her fingernails drawing blood as he pressed harder into her throat, a punch meeting her eye in response to her struggle.

"If it happens again, I'll kill you and make it look like you did it yourself. Do you understand me?" Jason seethed, slamming Y/N into the wall after every other word. Y/N nodded frantically as black spots started to cloud her vision, the image of Jason's irate face blurring. Her answer seemed to satisfy him as he released his hold, watching Y/N stumble to the floor, gasping for breath. He kicked her in the ribs once more while she was hunched on the floor before retreating to the bathroom.

Y/N remained on the floor, a coughing, spluttering mess as she choked on the air filling her lungs. When her vision cleared enough, her attention turned toward the picture that had fallen and gingerly flipped it over. Ironically, it was a picture of them on their two year anniversary, taken at their favorite restaurant. It also happened to be the first time he ever laid a hand on her in a malicious way. Y/N stared at the picture for what seemed like an eternity before the sound of the shower starting snapped her out of the trance she was in. In a flash, Y/N was up on her feet, ripping the rest of the pictures off the wall, a flurry of glass and wood splintering around her. Regret sank deep in her bones as she looked at the mess on the floor. Surely, Jason would fly into a rage again, but she wasn't sure she'd survive another incident.

With that internal revelation made, Y/N ran out of the apartment she shared with Jason, stumbling down the stairs as she ran out of the building and down the street as fast as she could. Her heart and adrenaline were pumping fast and hard as she sprinted further away from her abusive boyfriend, tears blurring her vision as she ran. She passed people and dogs, dodging anyone and anything that ended up in her way. After running for 10 minutes straight, Y/N paused under the awning of a building to catch her breath, vision going spotty again as her head began to ache in time with her heartbeat pounding in her chest. Shaking it off, she turned to look at the building behind her, sobbing once more as she viewed the sign painted on the window she was leaning on: La Bella Italia, their favorite restaurant.

With an angered cry, Y/N took off down the street once again, ignoring the sound of thunder rumbling over her head. Lightning flashed and thunder followed once again before the sky opened up and rain fell from the heavens, soaking Y/N almost instantly the faster she ran.

Once she recognized where she was through the torrential rain and spotty vision, she ran for the house she had visited more times than she could count. She jogged to the door, collapsing against it as she fumbled to find the doorbell. Her finger made contact with it the button, following it by slapping her hand against the wood frantically.

"Bucky! It's Y/N, please open up!" Thunder boomed overhead again, causing Y/N to cry once more, this time due to the pounding in her head. She slapped the door twice more before it flew open, revealing Bucky in nothing but a towel. He had just come home from working out with her father, a shower relaxing his aching muscles. Bucky took in the sight of Y/N soaked and chilled to the bone by the rain, dried blood and her hair sticking to her face.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay? Come in!" Bucky didn't hesitate to pull Y/N inside the warm sanctuary of his house and closing the door once she was inside. Y/N collapsed into Bucky's arms once she was out of the storm, the tears once more flowing freely as she sobbed into his neck. Bucky patted Y/N's back, shushing her as she wailed for 20 minutes. Once she was done, he pulled her face away and examined the swelling bruise that had formed during her run. He noted the cut on her temple and cheek, the cuts on her legs from the shards of glass flying around her. His eyes finally met the bruise on her neck, the imprint of two thumbs resting prominently on her trachea.

Bucky's quizzical gaze turned to one of stone, rage burning deep into his stomach.

"Who did this to you?" Bucky growled, his voice firm and demanding. Y/N sheepishly looked anywhere but his face, refusing to make eye contact with the man in front of her. "Y/N. Who did this to you?" He repeated.

"Jason." She whimpered, her bottom lip trembling as more tears threatened to fall. Bucky groaned, pulling Y/N back into his welcoming embrace as he imagined every possible way he could hurt the coward who hurt Y/N. His Y/N.

"I'm gonna kill him." Bucky murmured, holding Y/N at arm's length to see her injuries once more. Y/N shrank under his scrutinizing gaze, bowing her head. "Stay here. I'll be right back, okay?" Bucky ordered, watching Y/N nod before he turned to get himself changed, grabbing an extra towel and some clothes for Y/N. When he returned, she had sat against the door, her eyes closed, but brows furrowed in distress. Bucky knelt beside her and tapped her shoulder, her eyes flying open in fear.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's just me. You're safe, I promise." Bucky cooed.

"I'm sorry. I got dizzy and needed to sit." Y/N explained. Bucky simply told her it was okay and helped her stand, catching her when she stumbled forward. He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, apologizing when she flinched at the bright lights.

Bucky placed Y/N on the bathroom counter, once again surveying her bloodied face. With a sigh, he snatched a hand towel off of the ring beside his sink, dampening it with cold water. He pressed it gently against the wound on her temple, once again apologizing for causing her pain.

"I was serious, Y/N. About killing him. No man should ever lay his hands on a woman, let alone his woman." Bucky spoke, breaking the silence that had steadily grown between them as he gently rubbed the blood from her face.

"Don't." Y/N whispered, looking down at her hands in embarrassment.

Bucky groaned in frustration, trying not to get even more upset about the situation, while also trying to avoid a fight.

"Fine. But you should at least press charges and dump his sorry ass. He doesn't deserve you anyway, sweets. Now, I have to ask, why come here and not to your dad?" Bucky questioned softly, running the damp cloth down her cut legs next. He silently noted the fact that she was barefoot but ignored it as he waited for Y/N to answer him.

"He knows where Dad lives. It's going to be the first place he looks when he realizes I'm gone. I'm sorry for intruding I just.... I didn't know where else to go." Y/N cried, chin quivering once more.

"Hey, hey, don't start crying again. You're always welcome here, sweetheart. Running away from a boy or not." Bucky replied, cupping her face in his hands. Y/N managed to crack a smile, which quickly morphed into a wince as her head started throbbing again.

"I think I have a concussion. He.... slammed me into the wall a few times." Y/N admitted sheepishly, wincing once again at the bright lights around her.

"Okay, let's get you changed and we'll go to the hospital." Bucky finalized.

"No! Bucky please, I just want to stay with you!" Y/N cried, clutching Bucky's shirt in her fists.

"Honey, I know you're scared, but I can't diagnose a concussion here. You also need stitches. I will be with you the whole time, okay?" Bucky reasoned, holding Y/N close to him as she began to panic.

"Promise?" she whispered.

"I pinky promise, sweetheart." Bucky whispered back.

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They returned from the emergency room at 12:30, exhaustion settling deep into Y/N's bones.

She had been stitched up, given antibiotics and pain medication for her concussion. Bucky had decided that staying at his house was the best way to keep her safe, both from Jason and her concussion. He ushered her inside and upstairs once more, the pain medication making her loopy and giggly.

"You're so pretty, Bucky. How are you still single?" Y/N asked through giggles as Bucky got her situated in his bed.

"You know, that is a great question, honey. One that I don't have an answer to." Bucky chuckled in response, tucking her legs under the blankets and settling her back into the pillows.

"Are you staying?" Y/N asked softly, grabbing Bucky's hand and interlocking their fingers together as he kneeled beside her, his metal fingers brushing through her hair.

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm staying. I'll protect you." Bucky's voice was soft and comforting as he continued to stroke her hair.

"Kiss me." Y/N muttered, eyes fluttering to Bucky's.

"I can't, Y/N." Bucky whispered back. He couldn't kiss his best friend's daughter. She was high on pain meds anyway; she didn't know what she was asking for and he knew she'd regret it in the morning.

"Please, Bucky. I need to know what it's like to be loved again." More tears fell for the countless time that night as the thought of Jason's actions as the last acts of love she'd ever receive. Y/N took her hand from Bucky's and rolled over, the tears falling silently down her cheeks and onto the pillowcase. Sobs wracked her body, causing Bucky to jump in bed beside her and pull her into his arms. Y/N tried to fight him, tried to push out of his grasp. If he didn't want to love her, then clearly she wasn't worth loving.

"Y/N, you don't want me to love you. I can't love you. Steve, your dad, would kill me. If I'm dead, how can I protect you from assholes like Jason?" Bucky asked, trying to make the moment lighter with a joke.

"I don't care, Bucky. I just want you." Caught off guard by her confession, Bucky's grip loosened, allowing Y/N to slip out of his arms and the bed, to retreat downstairs to the couch. She braced herself against the wall, willing herself to not get dizzy.

"Y/N, come back here!" Bucky called, chasing her down the stairs before she could fall and hurt herself more.

"Why should I?" Y/N bit back, pushing Bucky's hand off of her shoulder as she tried to retreat back to the door.

"Don't you dare open that door, Y/N. Where are you going to go? You can't go to your dad's, you can't go to your place, and you sure as hell can't go back out in that storm!" Bucky yelled, stepping next to where Y/N was standing, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly in an attempt to keep herself standing.

"He loves me. I just... made a mistake." Y/N said softly, another tear rolling down her cheek.

"No, Y/N, you didn't make a mistake. He doesn't love you. If he loved you, he wouldn't have ever laid a hand on you." Bucky argued, trying his hardest to keep his dream girl in his house and away from the abusive prick she thought loved her.

"Bucky," She started, turning her head to look at her savior, the man she trusted to keep her safe.

"I love you, sweetheart." Bucky blurted.

"What?" Y/N asked, eyes widened with the realization that her crush on her father's best friend wasn't one sided.

"I love you, Y/N. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me in my shitty hell of a life. You and your dad have gotten me through so many dark times, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about you; kissing you, making you laugh, loving you the way you deserve to be loved. It broke my heart when you started dating that jackass, even more when you moved in with him. And seeing you here, bloody and broken due to his hands, I'm trying my best to not kill him for hurting my girl."

"Your girl?" Y/N's head was swimming from Bucky's confession of love, as well as her concussion, and her knees were weak. She turned her back to the door and slid down to the floor again, trying to steady herself and her thoughts.

"Yes, honey. My girl. And I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Is that okay?" Bucky knelt beside her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek. For the first time since they've been home, Y/N looked at Bucky and was met with blue eyes filled to the brim with love and adoration. Everything he said was true, and she felt it in her bones that this is where she was supposed to be.

"I.... I don't know what to say, Bucky. I can't just leave Jason. He.... He said he'd kill me if I even tried. I dreamed of everything you just said, I've wanted you for a while."

"Oh, I know, honey. You didn't hide your feelings very well." Bucky chuckled and Y/N cracked a smile at his joke. He was right; when she had first met Bucky, Y/N did everything in her power to spend time with him. He helped her move into her dorm room, and then into her first real apartment. When she and Jason ended up together, Y/N contemplated how she was going to tell Bucky, but her father broke the ice on that discussion during his birthday barbecue, and Bucky's reaction wasn't hard to miss. Now after three years of a pointless relationship and abuse, she was finally hearing that the man of her dreams wanted her.

"Bucky, I'm serious. I love you too, so much, but Jason would.... he would kill me, then my dad, then you. He'd win." Y/N sniffled as she started crying again, groaning as she pressed her palms to her eyes, annoyed with herself for how much she had cried in the past few hours.

"Y/N, we will get through this. We'll handle Jason when the time comes, okay? We'll get you a lawyer, a court date, witnesses, but right now you need to get better. Can we get you back in bed? I know you're tired." As if on cue, Y/N yawned which caused Bucky to chuckle. With a nod, Bucky helped Y/N back to her feet and up to his room, helping her get adjusted so she could sleep soundly.

"Can we watch FRIENDS?" Y/N asked.

"Of course, sweetheart. Any episode in particular?" Bucky asked, remote at the ready to accommodate his girl.

"'The One Where No One's Ready.' Season three, I think." Bucky nodded, turning his attention to the TV and turning on Y/N's favorite show. He had seen a few episodes in passing after hearing Y/N talk about it, and he thought it was hilarious, so he didn't mind watching this until she fell asleep. Once the episode had started and she had convinced Bucky to clap along to the theme song with her, Y/N finally began to relax. Her body sunk deeper into Bucky's bed, his warmth and scent enveloping her and helping her feel safe. She dared to glance over at him, his eyes glued to one of the funniest sitcom episodes to ever exist (while making a note to show him the Stress Relief episodes of The Office) and she admired his sharp nose, chiseled jaw line with a hint of five o'clock shadow dabbled all over. His metal arm hummed softly as he adjusted, leaning back on his headboard with one arm over his head.

"You're staring, sweets. What's going through your pretty head?" Bucky asked, meeting her gaze before she could turn her attention back to Ross scrambling to get his friends out the door and whining about his dinosaur watch.

"That kiss I asked you about earlier. I can't stop thinking about how soft your lips would be." Her confidence had grown slightly, but she still blushed at the look on Bucky's face, a look of love.

"You know, I've been thinking the exact same thing, sweetheart. Come here." Bucky gently scooped Y/N into his arms so she was straddling him, and the eye contact between them was searing. Canned laughter echoed behind Y/N as the group of friends was still rushing out of the door, and Bucky took that as his cue. In a flash, his lips crashed against Y/N's and the two of them moaned simultaneously, reveling in the feeling of their dreams coming true. The simple peck soon deepened into a passionate kiss, a mixture of teeth, tongue, and saliva furthering the progression of their newfound love. When they separated to breath, Y/N broke out into a case of the giggles.

"What's so funny, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, a smile spreading on his own face as Y/N continued to laugh on his lap.

"Nothing, I just can't believe that just happened. Can we do it again?"

"Anything for you, honey." With that, they kissed again, over and over until they were so breathless Y/N didn't know what was causing her newest dizzy spell, her concussion or kissing Bucky until she couldn't.

A few minutes later, Y/N had fallen asleep wrapped in Bucky's arms feeling safer than she had in years. As Bucky stared at the girl in his bed, he was finally happy as he watched her breathing. He still hated how bruised she was, but that was something to take care of on a different day. For now, she was sleeping, safe, and loved.

Bucky vowed then and there to protect Y/N from now until she said not to. And he hoped that day would never come.

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[hazza-bear-care]

Demons

Anakin always knew he was special. He heard it from his mother, Qui-Gon Jin, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Senator Palpatine, Ashoka, and now from his apprentice as Darth Vader. However, with great power, comes great responsibility and self loathing.

non crispy Vader X Apprentice!Reader, inspired by Demons by Imagine Dragons.

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He stood rigidly across the room as he watched his newest apprentice swing her lightsaber aggressively, grunting with every swipe, slash, and stab she made. Once her form was completed, she sagged in exhaustion, lightsaber hanging loosely in her hand.

"Well done. Same time tomorrow, my apprentice. Dismissed." A bright smile lit up her face as she bowed before skipping out of the training room. Vader watched her go, the urge to smile bubbling up from deep inside him somewhere.

His apprentice, while impressive with her skills, was a little too bubbly for him. He was a tall, brooding beast of a man, capable of killing anyone and anything with just a thought and a squeeze of his hand, yet his trainee was the equivalent of a golden retriever puppy. She talked like the air around her would eventually been sucked out of her lungs, her chipper voice a grating tone to his ears. However annoying he may think she is, she reminded him a lot of Padme. Her carefree attitude, sunny disposition, and her quick wit and intelligence warmed his dead insides. Vader stomped down the hall to his private quarters, letting his mind wander to times when his wife was alive, a time when he was happy.

"Ani! Did you feel that?" Padme asked, cupping her swollen belly in one of her delicate hands, the other pressing Anakin's on top of where their baby had just moved.

"It was hard not to, my love. They're so strong already." Anakin stared down at his wife, memorizing her bright white smile for the next time they'd be apart. Another hard movement met his palm, causing Padme to chuckle. Anakin knelt on the floor at his wife's feet pressing his lips to her belly where he guessed the baby was currently doing backflips.

"Listen, little Jedi. Your mommy and I love you so much, and we can't wait to meet you. We have so many things to teach you, to show you. You are going to be the most powerful being in the entire galaxy when we're done with you." Anakin pressed another kiss to Padme's growing belly, staring up at her from where he was kneeling on the floor. She looked ethereal, content, happy with how her life had ended up. She looked beautiful as she carded her fingers through Anakin's wild curls. He sighed and leaned into her touch, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"I love you Anakin Skywalker."

The door to Vader's room hissed to a close behind him, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He stomped to his bathroom, removing his helmet and squinting at the bright lights enveloping the space around him. He placed his helmet on the counter and looked at himself, wincing at the man staring back at him. His once long hair was nonexistent, his bald head displaying all the scars he couldn't stand to see. His once beautiful blue eyes, the ones his mother used to praise on countless occasions, were now yellow and dull with rage. His fair skin was an ashy white, and he was disgusted with himself. Padme would be disgusted with him, more than she was before she had died with their baby still in her belly.

Anakin bottled his self-loathing, storing it deep inside himself so he could dwell on it at his disposal in the future. He punched the light switch as he exited the bathroom, stripping the rest of his uncomfortable clothes off in the process. Although they were now prosthetics, his legs ached. Hiking the area of his Star Destroyer was no easy feat, but he often left his apprentice in the dust as they swept through the corridors on the daily.

As Vader attempted to relax, his thoughts started to wander again, but this time towards his first young trainee; Ashoka Tano.

"You're going to have to try harder than that, Snips!" Anakin called over his shoulder as he sprinted away from his young Padawan, her tiny lightsaber held firm in his grasp.

"Master, that's not fair! I'm shorter than you!" Ashoka yelled back, attempting to use the Force to send a projectile rock in Anakin's direction. When she failed, she ran in the same direction as him, thinking of how she could somehow retrieve her weapon.

"I guess you'll just have to grow up faster, Snips! Come on, try again!" Anakin held her lightsaber over his head, arm extended to its full length as he smiled at his Padawan, determination covering her face. Anakin could see the wheels in her head turning as she thought of the best way to get her lightsaber back, smirking slightly when he noticed her eyes harden. She had an idea. In one swift movement, Ashoka jumped clean over Anakin, snatching her lightsaber back and landing on her feet behind him. Her smile was bright as she turned to look at Anakin, pride gracing her features.

"Well done, Snips. I knew you could do it!"

Moving to rub his eyes, Vader grunted with discomfort. His body screamed in pain every time he moved, even breathing was painful for him. Yes, the suit he wore was an effective scare tactic, and it did help him to breathe, but there were days he found himself wishing he was back to normal; handsome, young, and full of energy. Instead, he was a monster.

"I didn't just kill them. I slaughtered them like animals!" Anakin wailed, mourning the death of his mother, clinging to Padme as hot tears fell down his cheeks. It was the first time since he left Tatooine that he allowed rage to bubble up inside him, and it was the first time since training under Obi-Wan that he followed through with his anger.

"To be angry is human." Padme cooed, running her hands through Anakin's hair, her fingers wrapping gingerly around his Padawan braid behind his right ear.

"To control your anger is to be a Jedi." Anakin wept again, the anger inside him still boiling hot under his skin.

"Shh. You're human." Padme replied softly, wrapping her hands around Anakin in a comforting hug.

"No. I'm a Jedi. I know I'm better than this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Padme rocked Anakin in an attempt to calm him, empathy roiling in her gut. She hated to see her Ani upset, and she hated that she couldn't help him.

Vader still believed that he was better, that he was doing everything in his power to better the galaxy, yet he still couldn't wrap his mind around his path to the Dark Side. He wished to save his wife, his child, and yet they both died at his hand. Darth Sidious had lied to him, manipulated him.

"It's over, Anakin! I have the high ground!" Obi-Wan yelled over the roaring ocean of lava. He was on solid ground, standing over Anakin who was floating on a piece of metal in that ocean.

"You underestimate my power!" Anakin yelled back, adjusting his stance as he prepared to meet his former master on solid ground to continue their fight. He was determined to win this.

"Don't try it," Obi-Wan warned, predicting Anakin's next move with ease. As his padawan jumped, Obi-Wan's lightsaber sliced through Anakin's legs and his one remaining arm, leaving him scarred on the shore.

"You were the Chosen One! It was said you'd destroy the Sith, not join them!" Obi-Wan desperately pleaded with Anakin, silently begging him to reconsider his siding with Emperor Palpatine.

A distraught Anakin wailed in pain as he tried to crawl further away from the stream of lava flowing behind him. For a split second, Obi-Wan saw the little slave boy from Tatooine, full of innocence and hope, desperate to save his mother from her life of slavery and abuse. His heart lurched, fiercely wishing to grab Anakin, to save him like his master Qui-Gon did so many years ago.

"I hate you!" Anakin screamed back, crushing any hope that Obi-Wan had of saving him.

"You were my brother Anakin! I loved you!"

Vader could still feel his skin sizzling, his clothing melting into his skin as it caught fire from the lava. He could still see the pain etched into Obi-Wan's face as his skin ignited, the smell of human flesh wafting around them. A roar of hatred and fury shook his chambers as he flew into a rage of emotions, igniting his lightsaber and slashing into the metal paneling of his walls. Suddenly, a knock interrupted his rampage.

"Master, are you alright?" The sound of his apprentice's voice caught him by surprise, although he was aware that she could feel what he was, similar to how he and Obi-Wan could feel each other's emotions.

"Fine, young one. What do you need?" Vader gritted back through clenched teeth.

"Nothing, Master. I felt your anger and wanted to make sure you were okay." Vader's heart skipped a beat. It had been years since someone wished to comfort him, even longer since he actually wanted to be comforted. After a beat of brief contemplation, Vader slid the door to his chambers open, silently allowing his apprentice access to his sanctuary with a twitch of his fingers.

As she slowly crept into her master's bedroom, her breath caught in her throat. She had spent years imagining what her master had looked like under the mask, and nothing in her wildest dreams could have prepared her for what she saw. Vader stared down at her, his yellow eyes aflame with an emotion she couldn't quite place, his posture sagging with exhaustion. He didn't sleep, nightmares and memories plaguing his mind every time he closed his eyes, and the bags under them were prominent. In a flash, she closed the space between them and wrapped her master in a hug, something he didn't know he needed until this moment. After freezing for a few seconds, the shock faded away and Vader returned her hug, the walls of his heart cracking at her affection.

"What troubles you, Master Vader?" She asked, her voice muffled slightly due to where she was pressed against Vader's chest.

"My demons, Young One." Vader answered shakily.

"Demons, Master? What demons?"

With a sigh, Vader removed himself from her grasp and sat on his bed, bringing his hands to his eyes and rubbing them aggressively.

"Have I ever told you the story of Darth Plagueis the Wise?" Vader started, only continuing when his apprentice shook her head no in response. "It is a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midi-chlorians to create life … He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. He became so powerful … the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. Plagueis never saw it coming. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself." Vader repeated the legend his master had told him, exactly as he heard it years ago.

"What does he have to do with this?" Vader's apprentice asked curiously.

"I tried to learn this power, harness it for my own selfish needs: to keep my wife and child alive. My switch to the Dark Side was too much for my wife, and she died of a broken heart with my child still inside of her. When I was a padawan, my mother, a slave, was murdered by Tusken Raiders, so I murdered them to avenge her. My own Padawan saw me as a monster before I even knew I was one. I think about them often: my beautiful wife and child, living happy and healthy lives as the little one learned the Jedi way. My mother visiting Naboo and meeting her grandchild. My Padawan following her own path of the Jedi. My old master protecting my family because I couldn't. These, my apprentice, are the demons that haunt me every waking moment."

"Master Vader, your demons don't define you. Your help to the galaxy does. I'm sorry you lost your family, your loved ones, but they did not die in vain. They died for a greater purpose, for your greater purpose. The Empire rules the galaxy, and that couldn't have happened without you." She reached out and grabbed Vader's hand, the cool metal of his prosthetic sending a chill down her spine.

"I let them down." Vader mumbled, running his thumb over her knuckles, the same way he held Padme's hand.

"No, Master. They live inside you to help further your greatness, not to hinder it. You are here for a bigger reason, through them, you have grown into someone amazingly powerful and created something worth fearing. I am honored to be your apprentice, Master Vader."

"Anakin, young one. My name is Anakin Skywalker, and I am a slave from Tatooine."

"Well, Anakin Skywalker of Tatooine, it is a pleasure to meet you." She responded with a smile, his name falling from her lips sounding more beautiful than it ever had in the past.

"You're still to call me Master Vader outside of this room, do you understand?" His voice, once small and meek with regret, was now stern and forceful.

"Yes, Anakin. I understand." She replied. A small smile finally graced Vader's face as he scooped his apprentice into another hug, thankful he had someone to talk to, someone on his side. He never once regretted his choice in the Dark Side, just the consequences of his actions. With this young girl beside him, hugging him so tightly he could feel his heart warming, Darth Vader was the most powerful being in the galaxy and no one was going to stop him this time.

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[hazza-bear-care]

Try Again

After his return to Alexandria with Daryl in tow, Negan learns a dirty little secret.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse and neglect, typical Walking Dead details.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in!" Negan called over the fence, Lucielle slung over his shoulder.

The sound of creaking metal echoed around the citizens of Alexandria as the gate opened, a convoy of trucks rolling into the center of town. Saviors hopped out of the trucks, scattering themselves to give their leader the backup he required. Negan sauntered to the front of his group, a smirk gracing his lips as he took in the sight of Rick and his people cowering at them.

"Hey, Rick. How ya doin'?" Negan asked, once again perching his bat over his shoulder. Rick nodded. Another smile grew across Negan's face as he turned his head to whistle, Dwight appearing with Daryl in tow.

From where you stood behind Rick, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Daryl: He was wearing dirty sweats, the letter 'A' spraypainted in orange across his chest. His already grimy appearance had worsened by 10, with his greasy hair matted to his forehead, a dried river of blood flowing from his nose to his lips. He was squinting in the sunlight as the baggy shirt hung from his slim frame, a black bruise circling his left eye.

Your feet moved on their own, stepping beside Rick. He held his arm out in front of you in order to stop you from moving any closer to where Negan separated you from your boyfriend. Rick and Negan exchanged words while your own thoughts were swimming around you in a hurricane of emotions. You didn't realize what was happening until you were suddenly in Daryl's arms, wrapping him in a hug he so desperately needed. You ignored the stench that was rolling off of him and the filthy clothes he was wearing, asking him if he was okay in hurried whispers.

"NO! DARYL!" You screamed as someone pulled you away from him by your hair, throwing you on the pavement and back at Rick's feet. When you were finally released, you turned onto your hands and knees only to be met with a barbed wire covered bat. You were positive you could still see chunks of Glenn and Abraham's flesh stuck under some of the wire as you followed the bat's length up to Negan's face.

"Well! Lookie here boys! Daryl's got himself a fine piece of ass!" Negan called over his shoulder, sending a swift kick to your stomach. You groaned in pain and rolled back onto your side, missing when the bat turned its focus to Rick who was going to help you up. Another kick met your ribs as you shamefully tried to crawl away. Negan knelt down to make eye contact, wrenching you up to his face by your hair once again.

"Negan..." Rick started, stepping closer to you and Negan in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Don't get any closer, Rick. We're about to have a conversation." Negan replied, glaring at you with a sickening smile. You gulped heavily as you stared at the face of the man who killed your friends, kidnapped the man you loved, and was close to beating you within an inch of your life.

"I don't take pleasure in beating pretty women like you, sweetheart, but if you ever try that shit again, you and Lucielle are gonna have a girl's day. Do you understand me?" Negan hissed, pressing his lips to your ear to accentuate every word he spoke.

"Yes." You answered softly, silently willing yourself not to cry in front of the terrifying man above you.

"Good. Now get up." Negan said, dragging you up by your hair and throwing you at Rick, who caught you quickly.

"Hold this," Negan said, thrusting Lucielle into your hands as he sauntered further into town.

"Are you okay?" Rick whispered, wrapping you in a quick yet comforting hug. You nodded, looking down at the heavy bat that sat in your grip. The red tinge to the barbed wire and the wood underneath made your stomach churn, the meager breakfast you had eaten threatening to make an appearance as you felt bile rise in your throat.

"Well? You going to show me around or what?" Negan called, watching as you and Rick turned to walk towards him, the bat in your hand shaking. You stood in between Rick and Daryl as the three of you followed Negan as he ventured further into Alexandria, taking stock of everything his people were dragging out of the homes you and countless others had tried so hard to make comfortable and welcoming. A man approached Negan, a video camera in hand. Negan pressed play and a disheveled Rick was staring back at him. Negan turned to taunt Rick about his looks before running a hand down his own stubble and muttering something about shaving.

"What do you think, sweet cheeks? Think I should shave this piss poor excuse of a beard?' Negan asked, sending a smirk your way before his attention turned back to Daryl. You hesitantly also looked at Daryl, and if looks could kill, Negan would be dead already and their problem would be solved.

"I don't care what you do." You quietly murmured, looking back at Negan with a glare. Negan smiled and winked, turning his attention back to Rick until Gabriel popped up. While Gabriel and Negan spoke, you shot another glance back at Daryl, who had his own gaze fixed on you as well. Your chin wobbled as you stared at your boyfriend, half of your heart placed on Earth.

"I'm sorry." Daryl mouthed at you. You nodded your acceptance, attention returning to Negan as he asked Rick where the guns were.

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Olivia whimpered as Arat dragged her up in front of Negan, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"We checked inventory, two guns are missing: Glock 9 and a .22 bobcat." Arat said, shoving the composition book under Negan's nose so he could check for himself.

"You're two handguns short, Rick. Find them. Or else, Olivia's brain will paint the town red." Rick scurried away leaving you with Negan.

You opted to stand beside Olivia, rubbing a comforting hand over her arm as she continued to bawl next to you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blubbering, not seeming to care that you were in the same boat just a few minutes earlier. You could feel eyes on you, looking up and meeting Negan's eye. He smirked once again.

"You look hot holding Lucielle. I never caught your name though, Princess. Wanna fill me in?" Negan asked, running a gloved finger down your cheek. You resisted the urge to pull away from his touch and bit your lip.

"Y/N." You choked out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"Y/N... A beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. Now, tell me Y/N, how did you end up with that sack of shit over there?" Negan asked, pulling you under his arm and turning you to face Daryl who was seething at the thought of Negan touching what was his.

"He kept me safe when no one else would. Protected me from people who wanted nothing but to hurt me. People like you, Negan."

"Well, look at how well that turned out, Princess." You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I would trade places with him in a heartbeat." You spat, wrenching yourself out of Negan's grasp as Rick reappeared with the missing guns. He threw them into the truck with the rest of the arsenal.

"Now that you've seen we can follow your rules, I'd like to ask if Daryl can stay?" Rick asked, his jaw clenched in desperation.

"Well, well. You hear that, Princess? Your wish is about to come true!" Negan called to you over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Rick asked once again, looking at you over Negan's shoulder.

"Y/N here said she'd switch places with Daryl in a heartbeat. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, making eye contact with Rick long enough to nod before looking back at your feet. You heard a sigh from somewhere beside you, and you didn't have to look at him to know Daryl was the one it came from.

"You can't have her." Rick replied.

"I don't know, I think that's a fair trade, Rick! You get Daryl, I get his pretty little fuck buddy. She'll be kneeling for me in no time." The queasy feeling in your stomach returned at the words Negan used.

"Y/N, you can't do this." Rick said, only to be met with silence.

"Hold on now, let's give her a chance to plead her case! Y/N?" Negan gestured, allowing you the platform to speak.

"He's right, Rick. I don't bring anything to the table. I can't protect you, this place, as well as everyone else can and has. You don't need me." you argued, ignoring the smile that spread across Negan's face. Rick looked at you with disbelief and betrayal.

"Y/N, you're stronger than you think you are," Rick said, defending you with words rather than actions.

"Then I guess it's time for me to figure that out in my own way, Rick. I'll go. Daryl stays." You finalized the trade, staring deep into Negan's eyes with an unwavering glare. Negan gazed at you with a smile, before throwing his hands out to his sides.

"Seems like the decision's been made, Ricky! Dwight, make Y/N comfortable. She's got a long ride ahead of her." Negan ordered.

"Wait!" You cried, ripping your arm out of Dwight's grasp. Negan turned to look at you expectantly. "May I please say goodbye?"

"Only since you asked so nicely, Princess. You have two minutes. Alright everybody, let's roll out!" Negan answered, removing his bat from your grasp and tapping his wrist before watching you turn your attention to Daryl.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this." Daryl whispered, leaning into your touch as you raked your hands through his tangled hair.

"Yes I do, Daryl. But I promise you, I will find my way back here. Back to you, okay?" Daryl nodded briefly before pulling you into his arms again, but this time, kissing you. Daryl's kisses always managed to take your breath away, but this one was different. His lips moved against yours in a way that was hopeful, but sad, very much a kiss goodbye. His tongue slid against your bottom lip before pushing past your teeth and making out with you like his life depended on it. Your hands wound into his hair, his following suit. You both pulled away breathless, wrapping each other in a hug that was so tight you were sure you'd feel him the entire way to the Savior's compound.

"Time's up, Princess. A trade's a trade, and if you don't get in the truck, I'll bash Daryl's head in." Negan called, breaking you away from the comfort of Daryl's arms. With one more kiss, you turned to Negan, following him to the truck, He stuck you in the middle seat, draping Lucielle across your lap as he turned to bid farewell to Rick and the rest of Alexandria with a promise to return in a week. He then climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, squishing you between his hulking frame and the driver.

As the convoy of trucks rolled out past the gate, you couldn't help but watch as Alexandria grew smaller in the view of the side mirror. Negan's hand brushed your thigh as he leaned in to get close to your ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be a dream team before you know it."

#the walking dead #negan x reader #daryl dixion imagine #twd imagine #fluff #angst

[hazza-bear-care]

Scream Queen

A haunted house trip almost blows out Eddie's eardrum.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drug use, swearing, scary descriptions, tw for anxiety, let me know if I missed anything!!

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It was the week before Halloween, and Hawkins High was buzzing with excitement. People had planned parties for the entire week, but not the Hellfire Club. Eddie had invited the members of his party to an intense haunted house, one that had their guests sign waivers before entering. Eddie was so excited that he cancelled the special Halloween themed Dungeons and Dragons session he had spent the better part of a year planning, hoping that he could add some new villains to the session after walking through the haunted house.

At 7:45 pm Friday night, Eddie had called every member of the party in order to confirm the plans for Saturday. Everyone had confirmed that they would be there, and Eddie couldn't help but fall asleep with a smile on his face that night.

Saturday had come with a bright sun, full of optimism and excitement. The shrill ringing of a phone snapped him out of the trance he was in. Eddie placed his guitar on the floor by his bed and hurried out of his room to the kitchen.

"Munson residence, Eddie speaking." He answered, out of breath due to how quickly he ran to the kitchen.

"Hey, man. It's Gareth. Listen, something came up and I won't be able to make it to the haunted house tonight. I'm sorry, but family shit, you know?" Eddie's smile dropped slightly, but he cleared his throat and dismissed Gareth, explaining that he understood and hoped they'd get together soon.

After they hung up, Eddie sighed. One person was out, but that didn't mean that everyone else was! Eddie continued to be optimistic about the plans for the day....

Until 5 pm when Eddie's phone started ringing off the hook. Everyone had cancelled, including Steve and Robin, who promised Eddie that they'd find someone to cover their shifts at the Family Video, even if it meant telling Keith to go fuck himself.

Later that night, Eddie stood waiting in line, looking over his shoulder every five minutes to see if his friends had changed their minds, hoping deep down that he wouldn't have to go through the haunted house by himself.

"Hey, Munson!" Y/N called, tapping Eddie on the shoulder, giggling slightly as he jumped in surprise.

"Hey! Oh, I'm so glad you could make it!" Eddie replied, wrapping Y/N in a hug.

"Of course! Where's everyone else? Are they running late?" Y/N asked, her bright eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looked ahead of the line, trying to recognize Gareth's signature haircut.

"Actually, they all cancelled. Bullshit reasons left and right, but I'm not upset about it." Eddie shrugged off his hurt feelings, just trying to focus on living in the moment with his best girl.

"Oh that sucks! What shitty friends we have, huh? Well, tell me about this haunted house!" Eddie and Y/N stood in line talking for about 20 minutes about how intense this haunted house was supposed to be.

Y/N was nervous. She didn't usually like to be scared, or put into scary situations, but Eddie had invited her and after finding out that everyone else had cancelled, she was determined to stay and tough it out. As the line moved and the couple got closer to the entrance, Y/N's palms got sweaty. She pulled her hands out of her jacket pockets and wiped them on her jeans, popping her knuckles anxiously before shoving her hands back into her pockets.

"Are you ready?" Eddie asked, handing her a pen and paper.

"Um, yeah I guess so." Y/N responded, gingerly taking the waiver from Eddie, who turned around so she could use the flat surface of his back to sign her name.

Once the pair had signed away their rights to personal space, Eddie laced his fingers with Y/N's and led her into the darkness of the haunted house.

"Welcome to Hell!" A disembodied voice boomed from the speakers overhead, causing Y/N to jump in surprise. Eddie chuckled a bit as he led her further into the haunted house, adrenaline pumping through his blood.

"You look delicious!" An evil voice hissed from Y/N's right, a hand wrapping around her neck and pulling her in, the scare actor licking a broad stripe up her cheek which caused her to scream and flail her arms, batting the actor away from her face.

Another actor grabbed Eddie's arm, his nails digging into the leather of Eddie's jacket and scratching down to his wrist. Eddie flicked the actor away and wrapped his other arm around Y/N as she buried her face into Eddie's shoulder, attempting to keep another person from licking her face.

A few feet down the hall, another hand shot out from the shadows and curled into Y/N's hair, yanking her out of Eddie's grip. Y/N squealed as the actor who grabbed her pressed a knife to her neck.

"Hello, gorgeous. Wanna be my next wife? I promise you won't end up like the others...." As he finished his sentence, he whirled Y/N around until she was face to face with four women suspended from the ceiling, all of them with slit throats and blood pouring from their eyes.

"Eddie!" Y/N called, desperately trying to tug the actor's hand away from her neck so she could get back to her friend.

"You cry too much. I don't want you." The actor responded, pushing Y/N back to Eddie so hard, she tripped and fell to the floor.

While Y/N was being held hostage by the wife killer, Eddie was ambushed by a clown, a maniacal laugh filling his ears.

"Fuck off, Shawn." Eddie said, recognizing the actor and pushing the clown away just as Y/N came barreling towards him.

Lights started flashing as they transitioned to another area of the house, ghoulish looking actors waiting for their next unsuspecting vicitm.

A ghostly woman reached out to Y/N, screaming for help as she was yanked away before she could grab Y/N and take her along for the ride.

A child circled the living area on a bicycle, asking everyone he passed if they wanted to play, leading the group down to another dark hallway.

While they were walking, hands came out of the shadows again, this time grabbing onto their victims in different places. Hands grabbed Y/N's arms, legs and hair while the same thing happened to Eddie. Towards the end of the hallway, someone with a chainsaw popped out from behind a dark corner, chasing Y/N and Eddie into another area with mannequins positioned in multiple areas of the room.

"Eddie, I'm not having fun," Y/N whimpered, wrapping herself around his arm as he escorted her through the mannequin room.

"You're not having fun? Well, we need to change that!" A voice responded, yanking Y/N away from Eddie. She screamed, desperately clawing at Eddie's leather jacket in a futile attempt to stay with him. Y/N was dragged to the center of the room and the actor that had grabbed her held her hands behind her back, restraining her as actors off all shapes and sizes got in her face. Another actor had restrained Eddie off to the side, forcing him to watch as everyone who worked in the haunted house scared the ever-loving shit out of Y/N.

"Let her go!" Eddie screamed, watching as Y/N attempted to curl into a ball in order to get the actors to leave her alone. She was in tears, her blurry vision and darkness combined to make the experience much more terrifying.

"Aww, lover boy wants us to let her go! How sweet," The actor holding Eddie taunted, running his fingers through Eddie's hair.

"We'll let her go, you just won't be going with her!" Y/N screamed once again as she a trap door opened beneath her and the actor, the latter locking the girl into a cage. A light turned on, briefly blinding Y/N. When her vision cleared she came face to face with Eddie who was still restrained by the previous actor from upstairs.

"Y/N, whatever you do, don't turn around," Eddie prompted, his eyes wide with fear. Y/N's breath shuddered as a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, whipping her around so fast she got dizzy. A giant monster with a cleaver in his head was locked in the cage with Y/N, who was immediately picked up and thrown over the monster's shoulder.

"Eddie!" Y/N screamed as the monster chained her up against the wall, the chains hanging heavily from her wrists. Once she was chained, the monster grabbed one of her hands and positioned pliers to her fingernails.

"This won't hurt a bit," the monster started, clamping the pliers onto her thumbnail and pulling, causing Y/N to scream in pain.

"Stop! Please stop! I'm done, I want to go home!" Y/N cried. The actor playing the monster immediately stopped, unlocking the chains and then the door, letting Y/N run towards the safety of Eddie's arms.

"Get them out of here." The monster told the actor holding Eddie. The actor nodded, tapping Eddie on the back and gesturing for them to follow. Eddie held onto Y/N tightly as he followed the actor out of the building. No one else scared Y/N as they were escorted out of the haunted house and into the safety of outside where she finally took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked, pulling Y/N away from him and looking at her, placing his hands on her face and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. The smell of urine wafted up towards his nose and he looked down, seeing the dark spot that had formed on Y/N's jeans. She had been so scared, she peed her pants.

"I'm s-sorry-y Ed-die. I didn't mean to ru-in the fun," Y/N stuttered out an apology, embarrassed that she had gotten freaked out and ruined Eddie's time in the haunted house.

"No, no Angel, you didn't ruin anything. I'm sorry you got so scared." Eddie pulled Y/N into another tight hug, not caring about the wet patch on her pants. He shushed her, combing his fingers through her knotted hair, attempting to calm her down.

"I wasn't expecting it to be that bad." Eddie chuckled slightly, pulling her out of the hug to look at her face again. Her eyes were wet with tears that hadn't fallen yet, the fear still ever prominent.

"I know, but you did so good for me. Let's get you home, Scream Queen." Eddie grabbed Y'N's hand and led her towards his van, the sounds of screams still filling the air.

The ride back to Eddie's trailer was quiet. Y/N still gripped Eddie's hand tight, scared that if she let go, she'd be grabbed by another scary person and thrust into a situation she couldn't get out of.

Eddie led Y/N inside the trailer, leaving the girl standing shyly by the front door as Eddie scurried around. He stomped into his room to grab a shirt and boxers for Y/N to change into.

"I didn't mean to pee myself," Y/N muttered as Eddie returned, handing her his clothes and leading her to the bathroom.

"It's okay. I promise I won't tell anyone. You can shower if you want, I'll be right outside, okay?"

"No! Please, Eddie, I don't want to be alone right now." Y/N begged, eyes wide with fear again.

"Okay! Okay, honey. How about I stand outside until you get in the shower, then I'll come back in?" Eddie offered. Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding, prompting Eddie to leave the bathroom. In less than five minutes, Y/N had stripped out of her pee soaked clothes and jumped in the shower, calling for Eddie once she was situated. Eddie sat in the bathroom while Y/N cleaned herself up, offering light conversation to help calm her down further.

Once her shower was done, Eddie had gathered her dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine while Y/N changed into the clothes she borrowed from Eddie. The pair met up in Eddie's room, silence thick between them.

"Did you wanna watch a movie?" Eddie asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah. What do you have?" Y/N murmured, still not quite ready to talk fully. At this question, Eddie turned to the stack of tapes he had on his dresser, flicking through the titles to find something decent to watch.

"Sorry, Scream Queen, all I've got is horror movies." Eddie responded sheepishly. He'd stocked up on as many horror flicks as he could find, hoping that once he and his friends were done with the haunted house they'd want to keep going with scary movies.

"That makes sense based on the activity you'd planned tonight. I guess 'Nightmare on Elm Street' wouldn't be too bad..." Y/N sentence trailed off as she picked at her nails. Her thumb nail was still sore from where the pliers had yanked on it, which caused Y/N's anxiety to spike again as she nibbled on her lower lip.

"Y/N, honey, we don't have to watch anything if you don't want to. We can just light a joint, relax for a bit, and then I can take you home." Eddie's heart squeezed with regret as he watched his best girl resist the urge to curl up in a ball on his bed.

"No, I don't want to be alone tonight. I already told my folks I'd crash here anyway. A joint sounds good though." Y/N ceded, replacing her bottom lip with her fingers as she began to bite her nails.

As Eddie gathered the smoking supplies, a knock sounded on the door, followed by the creak of the hinges as it opened.

"Hello, hello! It's Steve and Robin! We brought supplies!" Steve called, his voice carrying down the hallway to Eddie's room.

"Hey, Y/N! how was the haunted house?" Robin asked as she flopped beside Y/N on Eddie's bed, ignoring the fact that Y/N was wearing Eddie's clothes.

"I'd rather not talk about it. How was closing the video store?" Y/N responded, quickly diverting her friends towards another topic.

"Ugh. Same shit, different day. What movie are we watching?" Steve answered as he started divvying up the snack they'd brought.

"We were actually going to smoke first. Y/N didn't have a great time at the haunted house, so we're gonna relax for a bit, then decide what to watch." Eddie had reappeared in his room, a rolling tray in one hand and a bag of weed in the other. He situated himself at his desk and began expertly rolling two joints for he and his friends to share. It didn't make sense to be mad at Steve and Robin anymore since they had showed up.

"I'm gonna go check on my clothes, Eds. I'll be back." Eddie nodded as Y/N slipped out of his room, tugging the back of his shirt down over her ass as she left.

"Spill, Munson." Steve demanded after Y/N had left the room.

"She got so scared he peed herself. I swear to God, Harrington, if you make fun of her, I'll leave you at the haunted house by yourself. See if you could make it all the way through without pissing yourself." Eddie's threat fell on deaf ears as Steve tried to stifle his laughter.

"Is she okay?" Robin asked with concern lacing her voice.

"She will be. Scream Queen just isn't in the mood to be scared anymore, so I hope you guys brought over something different."

"Scream Queen?" Robin asked, turning to face Y/N who had walked back into the room.

"Yeah, she screamed so loud I nearly burst an ear drum." Eddie explained, shoving the joints in his pocket as he sauntered to the front door. His friends followed, Robin wrapping her arms around Y/N's shoulders and rubbing them. Eddie held open the door as Steve, Robin, and Y/N gathered on the small porch of the trailer. He stepped out with them, handing one joint to Steve lighting it before handing the other one to Y/N and lighting it for her.

Y/N took a puff, the stench of weed wrapping around her and warming her from the inside out. She passed the joint to Eddie, wrapping her arms around him as a heavy silence settled over the group.

"So, Scream Queen, you didn't like the haunted house?" Steve asked, breaking the silence as Robin took a hit off the joint Steve had handed her. Robin shot Steve a look that he ignored, his focus remaining on the girl who was trying to shrink further into Eddie.

"No, Steve. I hated it. But everyone else bailed." Y/N explained, shooting Steve a glare.

"So you felt obligated to go in?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. But it was nice hanging out with Eddie outside of Hellfire." Y/N defended, separating from Eddie long enough to take another puff of the joint he'd offered her, smiling slightly as Eddie rubbed her arm and kept her close.

"We always hang out outside of Hellfire, sweets." Eddie explained, bringing the joint back up to his mouth.

"Yeah, but we never hang out, like, just us. We always have Gareth or Jeff or even Dustin with us. It was nice, just the two of us, ya know?"

Robin smiled softly at the interaction Eddie and Y/N were having, watching as Eddie handed her the joint again. Y/N shook her head and excused herself to go back inside, saying she was cold.

The crisp October air had settled around them, the wind kicking up slightly.

"You guys are cute together." Robin commented, taking one final hit of the joint before letting Steve finish it. Eddie blushed and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"You should go for it. I think the Scream Queen likes you back, Munson." Steve teased, snuffing the joint out on the handle of the porch, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms.

"Shut up guys. Let's go watch a movie, okay?" Eddie led his friends inside his home, smiling brightly when he saw Y/N curled up on the couch, the snacks Steve and Robin brought scattered over the coffee table. She was wearing her jeans again, but Eddie's shirt still remained.

The group got situated, Steve and Robin on the floor, Eddie and Y/N smushed together on the couch as Steve pressed play on the movie.

"Labyrinth? Really?" Eddie asked. Steve and Robin shrugged at the choice, turning back to the TV as David Bowie started singing, the majestic barn owl flying around the screen.

"I figured it was a better choice than the others they brought." Y/N muttered quietly, gesturing to the pile of VHS tapes on the table.

"I didn't know you had picked it. I'm sorry for making fun of it." Eddie apologized, wrapping his arm around Y/N and pulling her into him once again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and watched as the main character, Sarah, traded her baby brother for some peace and quiet.

Maybe his Scream Queen did like him, but Eddie loved her.

#eddie munson imagine #fluff #stranger things imagine #eddie x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine

[hazza-bear-care]

Talk Dirty to Me

I really need to stay off nsfw twitter lol

Reader loves when guys are vocal in bed. Eddie loves to deliver.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, swearing, SMUT, dirty talk, piv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), Let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: OOOOH THIS MADE ME FERAL!!!!!! BUCKLE UP BOYS, THIS IS A LONG ONE!

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"Please come see the show, Y/N. We have new music to try out and we need our little groupie to be there while we rock the house!" Eddie begged his best friend with his signature brown puppy dog eyes, the rest of Corroded Coffin following suit.

"First of all, Munson, I'm not 'your little groupie', I'm your best friend. Second, I have a date tonight, as I've told you three times now in the last 30 minutes. I'd be missing one show. One. Cut me some slack!" Y/N replied from her place on the couch, flipping her hair over her shoulder and displaying her Hellfire shirt from the previous night's session.

"Okay, okay. Go on your date at the Hideout! Two birds, one stone and all that jazz." Eddie offered, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

"How about this; I go on my date tonight, then I'll stop by. You guys don't go on until midnight anyway." At her counteroffer, Eddie scoffed.

"It's better than her not showing up at all, Eddie." Gareth replied.

"Take it, or leave it, Munson." Y/N bit back with a smile.

The smell of stale beer and tobacco wafted around Y/N as she entered the Hideout, her date long over. She was still dressed to the nines, but her hair and makeup were messy due to the less than satisfactory tryst she had before deciding to catch Eddie's show. She made her way backstage, flashing the security guard her tits and a blinding smile in order to pass. With the green room of Corroded Coffin located, she knocked on the door and took a deep breath.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had a date," Gareth said, stepping to the side and letting Y/N come into the room.

"He was a dud. Literally the quietest guy I've ever met." Y/N flopped on the couch across from the vanity where Eddie was putting the finishing touches on his look. The pair made eye contact through the glass, Eddie throwing his eyeliner pencil onto the desk with a sigh.

"If he was such a dud, why do you have 'I just had sex' hair? Why is your lipstick smeared down to your neck?" Eddie asked, pinning Y/N to her seat with a dark look.

"He was... quiet. Not during the date, just in bed." Y/N explained meekly. Eddie's face softened slightly, but not enough to give Y/N the comfort she needed.

"So let me get this straight; you went on a date with some guy who talked to you all night long, then made no noise when you fucked? Did he even enjoy it?" Eddie asked with an accusing tone.

"I don't know...." Y/N answered quietly, but honestly. Eddie nodded and without another word, he turned to finish getting ready.

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Y/N found a comfy spot by the bar with an amazing view of the stage, preparing for Corroded Coffin's set. The crowd was rowdy, but it was packed for a Saturday night with mediocre music. The band was announced and Y/N howled in support of her friends as they took their places on stage.

Eddie looked delicious, his red and black guitar slung low on his waist, hair pulled back with a rolled-up bandana tied around his forehead. He was wearing his denim Dio vest without a shirt and black leather pants so tight, Y/N could almost see his bulge from where she was sitting. Eddie introduced himself and his friends as the notorious Corroded Coffin, stepping back and shredding Master of Puppets as their first song.

The crowd went wild with every song that flew out of the speakers at the Hideout, but their encore is what made Y/N freeze in her seat.

It was a song she didn't recognize, but the way Eddie gyrated to the beat captured her gaze. His hips moved in time to the beat, his guitar swung behind his back as he belted out the lyrics into the microphone. His husky voice echoed around her, the rest of the crowd melting away when Eddie made eye contact with Y/N.

With a smirk on his face, Eddie pulled the mic back on stage and moaned into it, kneeling on the ground and straddling the mic stand underneath him. He stole another look at his best friend, still frozen in her seat, before leaning back into the microphone.

"Who's quiet now, little girl?"

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The ride back to the trailer park was silent. Eddie had dropped off everyone else in the band at their houses, leaving Y/N and Eddie alone in the van with nothing but their sexual tension to keep them company.

"So, how'd you like the show?" Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence that had engulfed them after Gareth had exited the vehicle.

"It was awesome, Eds! The music was great, I loved your new music."

"Yeah? What about that last song, little girl?" Eddie teased, a wolfish grin decorating his face.

Y/N blushed so hard she was positive Eddie could have seen it in the darkness of his van.

"Um, it was good, great even. I just wasn't expecting it to be so..." Y/N trailed off, playing with her fingers as they laid in her lap.

"So what, Y/N?" Eddie asked, slowing to a halt in front of his trailer. He looked at Y/N who was quiet in the passenger seat, fingers still twisting together.

"Don't make me say it, Eddie." Y/N begged, feeling flustered as she felt Eddie's hard stare trail over her body.

"You thought it was sexy, didn't you?" Eddie teased, a smile on his face as Y/N buried hers in her hands.

"Yes! God, Eddie it was so hot!" Y/N caved, causing Eddie to cheer in victory. Eddie hopped out of the car, running around the front to open Y/N's door and help her out. The pair walked together to Eddie's front door, the sexual tension still sizzling in the air between them.

Once they were inside, Eddie made his way to his room, grabbing clothes for himself and Y/N to change into.

"Wanna shower with me?" Eddie asked as he made his way back to the front of the trailer, stifling his laughter at Y/N's frozen form still waiting by the door.

Slowly trailing her eyes up his body, Y/N nodded once she reached Eddie's face, answering his question as she took a step towards him.

Eddie led Y/N into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower and waiting for it to warm up. Turning back to Y/N, he shuffled over to her, closing the space between them as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he felt Y/N tense under his touch.

"I'm good. Water's getting cold." Y/N whispered.

"Fuck this." Eddie muttered, pressing his lips against Y/N's, pushing her against the bathroom door with a slam. Y/N moaned into Eddie's mouth, her heart pounding with excitement.

Eddie pulled away from Y/N, panting. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I promise I'll give it to you." Eddie whispered, scattering kisses over Y/N's face as he spoke.

"I want you, Eddie. Just you." Eddie smiled widely, diving down to Y/N's neck and sucking a deep purple bruise right on her pulse. As he nuzzled into her neck, Eddie's hands travelled under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach as he pulled away to remove the article of clothing before reattaching himself to her neck. Y/N sighed softly at the feeling of Eddie's lips on her skin, reveling in the fact that her deepest desire was finally coming true.

Eddie moved lower, kissing down her chest as his hands snaked around her back and unhooked her bra, the black lace falling to her feet as Eddie cupped one and placed his mouth on the other, sucking yet another hickey there as he flicked her nipple. Y/N's moan practically shook the door she was pressed against as she wrapped her fingers in Eddie's dark curls.

Once again, Eddie pulled away from Y/N, the girl whimpering under him. He smiled again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again as he turned to turn off the shower.

"Shower will be there, sweetheart. Let's go to my room." Eddie explained as he caught the confused look on Y/N's face, grabbing her hand and leading her to his room at the back of the trailer. Eddie's room was a mess, in his true fashion, but Y/N didn't care. She adored Eddie and all his faults, including his messy nature.

As Eddie closed the door to his room, Y/N's shy gaze landed on the bed in the center of the wall. She had been in his room, in his bed, on so many other occasions, but this time was different... and she was nervous. As if he could sense her nerves, Eddie approached Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck once again.

"Everything okay?" Eddie murmured, brushing some hair away from her shoulder and pressing another kiss there.

"Everything is perfect, Eds. Kiss me, please." Y/N begged. Eddie turned her around so fast that she was dizzy, a passionate kiss amplifying the feeling. Eddie pushed Y/N until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, the girl sitting down so fast Eddie had to slouch to keep their lips attached. As they made out, Y/N's hands fiddled with Eddie's belt, but he stopped her.

"No, sweetheart. Tonight, is about you." Eddie declared, kissing away the pout that formed at his rejection. Kissing her once again, Eddie nudged Y/N's shoulder to get her to lay back. He kissed down her front again, stopping to play with her breasts once more, reveling in the moan she released. He dropped one breast with a pop before continuing further south, pressing kisses on every inch of skin he could get his hands on until he reached her tight leather pants. He glanced up at her briefly, catching the quick nod she gave him before he snapped open the button and tugged the pants off her legs.

Eddie groaned at the sight of matching black lace panties, burying his face into the fabric and taking a deep breath, relishing in the scent of her arousal.

"You wear these for him, princess? Pretty slut for some jack-off who doesn't know how to treat a woman when he has one?" Eddie felt jealousy surge through him as he literally ripped the panties off, diving into her pussy with such ferocity that Y/N pulled on his curls hard. She moaned loudly at the feeling of his mouth on her, shaking when his tongue hit just the right spot.

"Fuck, Eddie, feels so good!" Y/N screamed, tugging on his curls once again. Eddie moaned against her clit as he slid a finger between her folds, thrusting it inside her in one quick motion. Y/N shuddered again as the feeling overwhelmed her. Eddie added another finger and sealed his lips around her clit, sucking hard on the little bud. He curled his fingers and brushed against her g-spot, smirking at the obscene sound that came out of her throat. Eddie's fingers worked hard and fast against her, coaxing her toward the edge of orgasm. She clenched around him, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as she wriggled under him.

"Princess, you feel so good. You're close, huh? Don't hold back, sweetheart, let me feel it." Eddie finished his sentence, wrapping his lips around her clit again, pulling her orgasm from her in record time. She released with a scream of his name, a gush of arousal flowing into Eddie's mouth as he worked her through her peak. She pushed him away, overstimulated and spent.

"God, Eddie." She whined as he pulled away from her pussy, slithering up to kiss her once more. They both moaned at the contact, the smell of sex circling around them.

"We're not done yet, pretty girl. I want you to cum around my cock, screaming my name so loud that the entire park can hear who's making you feel so good." Y/N whimpered as Eddie pulled away to undress. He wasted no time, stripping so quickly that he practically gave Y/N whiplash. He slammed his mouth on hers again, climbing on top of her and running his dick through her folds, using her arousal as lubricant before positioning his tip at her entrance.

In one thrust, he was buried to the hilt, the pair breaking the kiss and moaning in unison. Eddie started moving slowly, teasing the girl underneath him.

"Oh, God you feel so good, honey. So wet for me, so perfect." Eddie grunted, thrusting hard and smirking at the responsive moan he got out of her.

"Fuck, Eddie! Harder, please," Y/N sobbed, desperately clawing at Eddie's back.

"Oh, yeah? You want me to go harder, huh? You like it rough, sweetheart?" Eddie taunted as he picked up his pace, the head of his cock penetrating deep enough to hit her g-spot as he thrust furiously. Y/N whined, digging her nails into Eddie's shoulders as she met his thrusts with perfect timing. The more he talked, the wetter she became, and he was blissfully and painfully aware of that fact.

"Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Oh, my God you feel so good," She keened through gritted teeth, throwing her head back in pleasure as he speared the right spot again.

Eddie pressed up against her chest and leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear.

"Oh fuck, baby. You like when I talk, don't you? Yeah, I can feel it. So wet and tight and perfect for me, aren't you?" Eddie growled, sucking another hickey onto her neck as she clenched around his dick, moaning in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his messy curls.

"Yes, fuck, I love when you talk dirty to me, Eddie. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so close." Y/N wailed, her second orgasm bubbling beneath the surface of her skin.

"I can feel it, honey. Give it to me, sweetheart. It's gonna feel so good. Come for me, Y/N." With a scream and a perfectly timed thrust from Eddie, Y/N's orgasm took over, a flash of white blinding her due to the intensity. The feeling of her pussy gripping his cock drove Eddie to the edge, his orgasm slamming into him abruptly. He buried himself deeper as his warm cum filled her to the brim.

Eddie kissed Y/N once more as he pulled out of her, both of them whining at the loss of contact.

"That was.... amazing, Eddie." Y/N sighed, cuddling into Eddie's side and pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Yeah it was. I don't even care that it was sloppy seconds," Eddie teased, barking out a loud laugh as Y/N smacked his chest, dramatically scooting away from him. "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You're mine now." He dragged her back into bed, kissing her hair as she made herself comfortable again.

"Oh yeah? Well, I think I can get used to being yours, Munson. Just keep talking like that and you'll get whatever you want."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, sweetheart." Eddie replied with a smile, kissing his dream girl once again to seal the deal.

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