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𑣲 WON EITHER WAY ᝰ

erling haaland x fem!girlfriend!reader

summary : haaland's game gets delayed due to a storm. fortunately for both of you, he's been missing you lately.

content warning ! : 18+ themes, nsfw, unprotected p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving)

onemass

hij, this is my first time requesting anything! could you write something with a meaaann breeding kink? for any clone you think would fit

i’m talking about a mean mating press, some lines like “keep it in till it sticks” and all that 😋

tysm!!

When I think breeding kink, I think Hunter. There are a couple other clones who I think would fit but I feel like it'd be a crime of some kind to get a breeding kink request and NOT do Hunter, plus I already had this like partially written before I ever got the request lmao. So here you go.

NSFW below the cut. 18+

kill3ill

your best friend is in love with you, sort of. - hurt/comfort

zuko sometimes puts on a front without meaning to, but has since let it down since making true friends and meeting you among them. he just gravitates to you. you're the one who makes him laugh the easiest, takes his mind off things, and you let him confide in you when he has troubles he can't bear to bottle in any longer.

and it's safe to say after a while he started seeing you as more than a friend. the relationship he has with you is just so much different than the ones he has with the rest of his friends. you're so trustworthy and gentle, you always know the perfect thing to do or say to help him relax and feel like himself again, you let him sleep in your bed with you if he doesn't want to be alone.

on top of that, he's started to get so nervous around you. you smile at him or tell him how cool he is when he shows you a new technique he's mastered, or nudge him with your arm and make sure he's not dissasociating during a group talk, or take him for a little walk away from the group when he's too drained to socialize anymore, and he just gets flushed in the face and can't look at you. because he doesn't know anyone that knows him better than you do at this point, not even his family.

he wants to kiss you and tell you how he feels, but he can't stomach letting out that one last vulnerable piece of him and potentially getting shot down and maybe cut off from you for good - in the case that you no longer wish to be friends with him - that he can't do it. he'd rather bottle in his own selfish feelings than lose you.

that night, it's just you and zuko sitting on the balcony outside his chambers after leaving the group for a week. he'd sent you a letter to come visit him, and now here you are.

it's just more quiet than usual without the rest of them with you, and the silence is settling after a long day of obligations zuko never really asked for. the air is warm from the fire nation's constantly burning flames.

he leans forward a little, staring up at nothing in particular. you can just tell he's tense. it's second nature now, your ability to read him. but he's been different lately. there's something on his mind that he wants to share with you, but isn't yet.

"you're so quiet," you start with a joke, nudging him gently.

zuko huffs a quiet breath, almost a laugh, but it doesn't make it all the way out. "yeah, i know. i'm sorry."

you shake your head. "it's fine. if you need to sit in silence, we can do that too."

he looks over at you when you say that, his eyes scanning your face briefly before he looks away with his cheeks tinged. "i just..." he starts, then stops. "do you ever feel like you've changed so much that you don't even know who you are anymore?"

his brow furrows as he lets it out, and your face softens. "i think we all do, zu. why, have you been feeling like that lately?"

he relaxes a little at the nickname, looking over at you again. "i used to think if i just became who i was supposed to be, everything would make sense." he says softly. "but now i am that guy, fire lord, leader..." he trails off again. "and i still don't know what i'm doing half the time."

you nod, but don't interrupt. you want to hear the rest of how he feels. "i keep thinking i'm going to mess everything up." there, he's not just talking about being a leader, but about you too, but you don't know that yet. what you do know, is that there's something he's not telling you. "i feel like i'll end up being..."

"you won't be anything you don't want to be," you reassure him gently, lacing your fingers through his.

he shakes his head slightly. "you don't know that."

"yeah i do." you move a little closer. "you question yourself and you're learning who you want to be. and what you don't want to be. being that self aware shows you do know who you are, at least a little. it's okay if you don't know what you're doing. at least you're not going around acting like you do. like you're perfect and never able to mess up. you're a human too."

he relaxes a little, eyes scanning your face as he squeezes his larger hand in yours. "you make it sound so easy. and," his lips twitch up into a soft smile. "you always know what to say to me to make me feel better. it's kind of annoying."

you laugh and roll your eyes playfully. "you're welcome."

amused, he lays his head on top of yours, breathing in the scent of your hair for a moment before the calmness fades a little. just being here with you like this, holding hands and feeling you so deeply... it can go away. he could make it go away if he messes up. "what if i lose you?" he vocalizes.

you blink. "me?" shifting a little to look up at him, you sit up to look into his eyes, wondering where this is coming from. "you won't lose me, zuko."

"but how would you know that?" he says again, but this time its different. as if he's more scared of failing you than his kingdom. "people leave. or things change and they… drift."

you shake your head. "zu, listen to me for a second-"

"but i wouldn't blame you," he rushes out, cutting you off because he knows if he doesn't say it now, he never will. "if you did. i'm not easy to be around. i get stuck in my head, i shut people out, i..."

"zuko, stop it." you grab both his hands as they start to tremble a little, now turning to face him completely and squeezing them to try and ground him. "you can't assume how i feel about you. and i don't want you to set yourself up for failure, either. i wouldn't have been your friend this long if i was waiting to cut you loose, okay?" you cup his face, pressing his forehead to yours and rubbing your thumb under the scar around his eye.

it feels like then, zuko's heart rate goes up to a million beats per minute with how close you are, how pretty and soothing and reassuring your words are, smoothing over his thoughs like a soothing balm. he didn't even realize how worked up he was getting. his heart's racing and his breathing was getting fast because the thought of you not wanting him around anymore had him starting to spiral. but you're shutting that down completely.

"i'm with you because i want to be." you say, continuing speaking and delivering soft touches to his face. "not because i feel like i have to be or because i feel bad for you, because you're my dearest friend and because i love you so much."

he stares at you now, fully. no looking away.

"and you don't scare me off," you add softly. "even when you think you might."

his face turns sad for a second, the last barrier he's been holding back starting to crack down the more you speak to him. "you make it really hard," he whispers. "for me to not fall for you."

finally, he says it.

the words hang in the air afterwards, and he sees it dawning on you, how realization floods your features. he's been pulling away and talking about his fear of losing you because he didn't want his feelings for you ruin what you already had.

but now that he says it, that he confirms that he's been feeling how you've also been feeling for a long time now...

you don't pull away. in fact, he hears something he'd never think you'd say in response to a confession.

"good."

and that's all it takes for him to close that last little distance, physical and emotional, between the two of you.

his lips press against yours gently, but lack the hesitation he had before now that he knows, knows you feel the same. he cups the side of your face gently, heart beating out of his chest and coils building in his stomach with nerves and excitement as he finally kisses you, tilting his head down and guiding yours up so you can meet him in the middle at the perfect spot, and then it just clicks.

your lips fit together perfectly, your softer lips moving softly against his, and you can hear his sigh of relief and feel him grin against your lips when you tilt your head and deepen it.

his hand steadies against your face, thumb brushing lightly along your cheek. the tension he always carries melts into warmth.

you finally pull away gently, your hands tangled in his long strands of hair. you don't even know when they got there, or how long you'd been kissing him, because your lips are a little tender and buzzing. you sigh with relief as he hugs you tightly right after, making sure you don't go anywhere for a long time.

rottengrove

warning/notes: burnt!darth vader, gloves stays on, slight pet play, boot worship, fingering, dry humping, chocking, power play, size kink, mind tricks, objectification. english is not my native language, not proofread.

in vader's fortress, you were essentially a piece of decorative furniture that only came to life at vader's whim, and even then, you were more of a pet than a person.

he never takes you anywhere because he doesn't have the time to babysit you, and he wouldn't trust you to anyone else. people whisper about you, but they never actually see you, and the necks of those who spread rumors are snapped with a casual flick of vader's wrist. not to defend your honor, but to remind every imperial serving under darth vader that he doesn't tolerate gossip in his presence.

when he leaves you alone in the fortress, vader isn't worried about you running away. besides it being impossible, he's long since scrambled your brains, not shying away from using mind tricks. it wasn't even necessary, because you were fine with the arrangement, despite your status in vader's fortress, you're flattered to be the sith lord's mistress and his personal pet.

where were you before him? in a brothel on morlana one, then in a brothel on tatooine, and you've seen worse conditions than what vader provides. you feel somewhat grateful to him.

you sit at his feet, rubbing your pussy through your panties against his boot, your cheek pressed against his thigh, feeling the ribbed texture of his suit, "i missed you so much, my lord," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his legs, continuing to grind against his boot, leaving damp marks.

heavy breathing echoes from his respirator, the only sign of life in the suit. vader doesn't even move, showing no interest in you.

"i was going crazy without you," you continue, and he suddenly grabs your hair, yanking your head back.

"maybe i should lock you in a cage, like a real animal, and leave you there when i'm away," his voice, cold and mechanical, cuts through the air. he knows you meant you were worried about him, but the idea of stripping you of even the freedom to roam the fortress is highly appealing to him.

"get undressed," releasing your hair, he literally shoves you away, brushing you off his leg like a stray dog, but you hardly take offence. the little clothing you wear, a compliment of ghorman silk lingerie, is quickly on the floor.

through the impenetrable lenses of vader's helmet, it's hard to tell where he's looking, but you still feel like he's examining you, if only you knew what kind of look he was giving.

"here," he points to his knees, "crawl," and as if tightening an invisible collar, he extends his hand. the air, however, genuinely grows thinner as his fingers curl into a fist, and before you even kneel down on your own, without any physical effort from him, vader cuts off your oxygen, enjoying your gasps and the red blotches appearing on your pretty face.

you crawl toward him, the distance between you is tiny, but you keep scratching your own neck, futilely trying to loosen the invisible collar. red streaks from your nails appear on your skin, and when you finally reach him, he relaxes his fist.

"my lord," you rasp, sitting on his lap, and he roughly turns you around, back to him, spreads your legs wider, and without further foreplay, shoves a finger into your wet pussy, "oh..." the glove is cold, and your walls clench around it. against your back, you feel the buttons of his suit's life support system.

"be quiet," vader can't stand all your breathy words. your moans and gasps are more than enough for him, and as he pushes a second finger, scissoring you open, feeling the resistance of your tight, velvety walls, the fingers of his free hand trace your neck, "be quiet, or i'll snap your neck like a twig."

instead of terror, you feel even more aroused, and vader senses it without fail. laughter, the same cold and mechanical, fills the room as you writhe and moan in his lap, digging your fingers into your own thighs.

"hold still," he commands, and leans slightly toward you, his helmet hovering near the back of your head, "you're not so stupid as to believe i care even for a moment about your pleasure, are you?" and as if to prove his point, he sharply adds a third finger and makes a fist in the air, cutting off your oxygen again.

you flop in his lap like a fish out of water as he continues to finger you, curling his fingers inside you; the leather gloves become soaked with your juices. you scratch your own thighs, knowing that if you touch vader, you'll regret it in the worst way.

just as abruptly, his fingers slip out of your hot, wet pussy, and your oxygen returns. you cough, gasp on his lap, your whole body shaking, before he shoves you off his knees onto the floor.

"now we start over. polish my boots, get your mess off them," vader says, wiping his wet with your juices fingers on your face, and you can't disobey.

speaknow-sw

KINKTOBER 2025

10/31/2025 : Prompt : Monsterfucking / Exhibitionism / Master x Pet with Darth Vader

A/N : And here’s our final fic for this year kinktober. I actually laughed while writing this bcs… the robocock is yours @anisangeldust (we’re going to hell baby). Enjoy !!! TW : PiV, cervix suction, robotic cock, body horror ? thumb sucking, mind control.

THE THRONE ROOM WAS COLD AND VAST, a cathedral of metal and shadow. Every sound was swallowed by the hum of machines, every breath you drew seemed to echo against the obsidian walls. You could see your own reflection in the polished floor, small and fragile beneath the towering silhouette that waited on the dais.

The man who ruled the galaxy did not move. Darth Vader sat upon the black throne, the faint rasp of his respirator the only proof that something human still lived behind the mask. The crimson light of the setting sun poured through the tall windows, catching the edges of his armor and turning them into fire.

When he finally spoke, the voice rolled through the chamber like thunder.

“Come forward.”

The dark figure on the throne loomed larger than life, his mechanical breathing echoing ominously through the cavernous chamber. As you approached, the clanking of your own footsteps seemed to grow louder, each one a testament to your approaching doom.

"You're late," he growled, the words dripping with disdain. His yellow eyes flashed beneath the scarred visor of his helmet as he appraised you with a cold, calculating gaze. "I don't tolerate tardiness, pet."

He rose to his full, towering height, the metal of his armor glinting in the fading light. With a few strides, he closed the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. He reached out with a mechanical hand, gripping your chin firmly, his cold fingers digging into your flesh.

"I should punish you for your insolence," he hissed, his breath hot and stale against your face. His other hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of your waist, the touch both possessive and threatening. "But I have plans for you, my little one. Plans that require you to be... presentable."

He released you abruptly, pushing you back. "Go and prepare yourself. I expect you to be ready when I return. And don't keep me waiting again."

Vader watched as you scurried away, his mechanical hand trailing behind you, brushing against your rear in a fleeting, almost dismissive caress. The pet outfit lay on the bed, a shimmering scrap of black and silver fabric that left little to the imagination. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you hurried to change.

The outfit was a perverse mockery of a slave leash, with a collar that dug into your neck and a chain that clinked against your hips as you moved. The top was a skimpy black corset, barely covering your breasts, leaving your midriff bare. The skirt, if it could be called that, was a mere scrap of material that barely reached mid-thigh, the hem fluttering with each step.

You could feel the cool air on your exposed skin as you adjusted the outfit, tugging at the fabric to try and coax a little more coverage from the skimpy garment. It was a humiliating ensemble, designed to display your body for your master's pleasure and inspection.

With a deep breath, you turned back to face the throne room, the heels of your boots clicking on the polished floor. You kept your head down, your long hair falling forward to hide your blushing face as you awaited his return.

Vader settled into his obsidian throne, the dark metal creaking slightly under his weight. His mechanical leg, a grotesque amalgamation of hydraulics and scarred flesh, stretched out before him as he leaned back, his yellow eyes fixed upon you.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice a sharp crack in the cavernous room. His fingers snapped impatiently, beckoning you closer.

You scurried forward on your knees, the cold floor biting into your exposed skin. The chain around your waist clinked and rattled with each movement, a lewd accompaniment to your approach. As you drew near, you could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his focus boring into you like a physical touch.

Reaching the base of the dais, you sank to your knees, bowing your head in deference to your master. You could see the gleaming black of his boots, the polished metal of his armor, the fearsome silhouette of his masked face looming above you. Your heart raced in your chest, a mix of fear and a perverse thrill of anticipation.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Slowly, you raised your head, your blue eyes meeting his yellow ones. His gaze raked over you, taking in every exposed inch of your body, the skimpy corset, the short skirt, the collar around your neck. A slow, cruel smile curved his lips beneath the mask.

"Much better," he purred, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "You wear the uniform well. A suitable attire for my little pet."

His mechanical hand reached out, gripping your chin firmly, tilting your face up to force you to maintain eye contact. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, a fleeting, almost tender gesture that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have business to attend to," he said, releasing you abruptly.

As the court filed in, the throne room echoed with the murmur of voices and the clanking of armor. Vader sat tall and imposing, his yellow eyes scanning the assembled crowd of advisors and dignitaries. He listened to their reports, his expression stoic and unreadable beneath the scarred visage of his helmet.

Suddenly, he turned his attention to you, still kneeling submissively at his feet. With a sharp gesture, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you closer. You crawled forward, the rough stone of the floor scraping against your exposed knees, until you sat directly in front of him, your face mere inches from his metal-clad crotch.

Without a word, he pressed the pad of his thumb against your lips, the cold, smooth metal a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. You knew instantly what he wanted, the unspoken command hanging heavy in the air.

With a shudder of mingled fear and reluctant excitement, you parted your lips, allowing his thumb to slip into your mouth. Your tongue instinctively curled around the invading digit, your lips closing around it. The taste of metal and the faint, lingering scent of the oil that lubricated his mechanical hand filled your senses.

His thumb pressed deeper, pushing against the back of your throat, demanding your obedience. You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, a blush that had nothing to do with the cold air of the throne room. You knew all eyes were upon you, all aware of the lewd act you were being forced to perform.

Yet, even as humiliation burned through you, you felt a traitorous thrill, a dark excitement at being used so brazenly in front of the court. Your heart raced and your breathing grew shallow, your chest heaving against the confines of the corset.

You sucked his thumb, your cheeks hollowing with the obscene action, your eyes fluttering closed in reluctant surrender. The court fell silent, the air heavy with the weight of their stares and the unspoken judgment of your debasement.

Vader's only response was a low, rumbling sound from deep within his chest, a sound that could have been a chuckle, a growl, or a sigh of satisfaction. His thumb remained lodged in your mouth, a silent command to continue your lewd task as he attended to the business of the Empire.

As the officer droned on, presenting his report, Vader's attention remained focused on you. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed you roughly by the waist, hauling you up onto his lap. You yelped in surprise, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth metal of his armor as he positioned you astride his thigh.

His mechanical hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from yours. The officer's voice faded into the background as Vader's yellow eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

With a silent, stern gaze, he issued a command, his other hand gesturing downward, pointing at the segmented armor plating that protected his most intimate area. The unspoken order was clear: remove it. Now.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the fastenings, your fingers brushing against the cold metal. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through the armor, a stark contrast to the chill of the throne room. With a deep breath, you began to work at the clasps, your nails scraping against the grooves.

As the plating came loose, you lifted it away, a sense of trepidation and a perverse thrill coursing through you. The officer's voice faded away entirely, replaced by the rush of blood in your ears and the sound of your own shallow breathing.

There, straining against the fabric of his undergarments, was the unmistakable outline of his manhood. Even flaccid, it was an imposing sight, a testament to his virility and power. The air seemed to grow thick and heavy, the heat of his arousal palpable.

You could feel the weight of the court's eyes upon you, the knowledge that all present were aware of the intimate act you were being compelled to perform. Yet, there was no hesitation in Vader's gaze, only a hard, unyielding expectation.

With a deep breath, you reached for the waistband of his undergarments, your fingers curling beneath the fabric. The material stretched taut as you tugged downward, the shape of his manhood becoming increasingly apparent.

As you tugged down Vader's undergarments, his massive cock sprang free, slapping against your stomach with a heavy, fleshy thud. You gasped at the sight, your eyes widening in shock and a perverse awe. The organ was a grotesque amalgamation of man and machine, a twisted testament to the dark side's power over the flesh.

The lower half of his shaft was encased in a gleaming, metallic sheath, the cold metal a stark contrast to the flushed, human skin above. It pulsed with a life of its own, the mechanicalEOF pumping rhythmically, keeping the flesh engorged and throbbing. The union of man and machine was a horrifying sight, a chilling reminder of the lengths Vader would go to sate his darkest desires.

The human half of his cock was just as imposing, thick and long, the shaft veined with pulsing arteries. It curved upward, the bulbous head an angry purple, already leaking Pre-cum. The sight of it sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and a forbidden thrill. You knew, without a doubt, that this monstrosity had been forged for a single purpose: to bring pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Vader's mechanical hand gripped your wrist, his fingers wrapping around your forearm, squeezing hard enough to bruise. His other hand, still gripping your chin, tilted your face up to force you to maintain eye contact. The yellow lenses of his helmet glowed with an eerie light, the pupils dilating with arousal.

Vader's mechanical hand tightened around your wrist, his grip unyielding as he forced you to guide his monstrous, half-human, half-machine cock towards your most intimate entrance. You whimpered and squirmed in his lap, your body tensing at the thought of being penetrated by such a grotesque, unnatural appendage.

"Please, Master," you mewled, your voice high and desperate, "it's too big! You'll hurt me!" Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the flared head of his cock kissed your entrance, the cold metal and hot, throbbing flesh a sickening contrast.

His other hand, still gripping your chin, squeezed your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact. The yellow lenses of his helmet glowed with a feral, predatory light as he loomed over you, his masked visage a picture of cruel intent.

"Silence," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You will take what your Master gives you. All of it."

With a harsh, brutal thrust of his hips, he forced the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you wide around the invasive intrusion.

Vader's mechanical hand gripped your hip with bruising force as he thrust into you, the flared head of his monstrous cock popping past your tight entrance with a sickening, wet squelch. You buried your face in the folds of his cape, biting your lip hard to stifle the anguished cry that threatened to escape you. The rich, dark fabric muffled your desperate mewl, but could not drown out the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he began to hilting, driving his massive length deeper into your unwilling body.

Each brutal thrust sent waves of painful pleasure radiating through you, the unnatural heat of his half-human cock searing your insides. The metallic sheath pulsed and throbbed, stretching you even wider, the cold, hard metal an alien intrusion against your soft, pliant flesh.

Vader's breathing grew heavier, the rasp of his mechanical respiration mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of your defilement. He seemed to revel in your muffled cries, your body's instinctive resistance only spurring on his dark lust. His grip on your hip tightened, fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his digits.

The court looked on in silence, the air heavy with a mix of shock, horror, and a perverse fascination. Vader paid them no mind, his focus solely on the exquisite sensation of violating his pet, of claiming her most intimate depths for his own twisted pleasure.

"Such a good little slave, taking your Master's cock so well," he praised, his voice a low, sickly rumble. His hips pumped faster, the force of his thrusts growing more brutal, more demanding. The cape shook with the force of his movements, your muffled mewls growing louder, more desperate.

Vader's mechanical cock throbbed and pulsed inside you, the sensation sending shockwaves of painful pleasure coursing through your core. Suddenly, the shaft began to change, ridges and protrusions emerging from the smooth metal. They dragged along your sensitive walls, catching on your tender flesh with each brutal thrust.

You couldn't hold back the anguished wail that tore from your throat, your body convulsing as the new contours of his monstrous cock ravaged your insides. Tears streamed down your face, your fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of his cape as you tried to anchor yourself against the onslaught.

But Vader was not finished with his dark ministrations. With a sinister hum, a hidden mechanism in the tip of his cock engaged. The flared head split open, revealing a grasping, suckering mouth-like orifice. Before you could even process the horror of it, the tip latched onto your cervix, the wet, fleshy maw sealing around the delicate entrance to your womb.

You screamed, the sound ripping through the cape and echoing off the walls of the throne room. Your body went rigid, back arching as the suckering tip began to draw on your cervix, the lewd slurping sounds of your defilement growing louder, more obscene. The sensation was beyond anything you had ever experienced - a sickening mix of pleasure and pain that left you dizzy and lightheaded.

Vader groaned, the sound a dark, rumbling growl of satisfaction. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock as deep as it would go, the ridges and protrusions grinding against your battered walls. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, as the suckering tip pulsed and milked your cervix, drawing out your essence.

As Vader's monstrous cock pulsed and suckled at your core, his mechanical hand reached up and clamped around your skull, fingers sinking into your hair. You felt a strange sensation, like a cold, alien presence invading your mind, worming its way into your thoughts.

Suddenly, images flooded your consciousness - visions of you, on your knees, eagerly awaiting Vader's return. You saw yourself with a collar around your neck, a leash in his hand, crawling behind him as he strode through the halls of the Death Star. The scene shifted, and you found yourself curled up in his bed, your head pillowed on his chest, his arm wrapped around you possessively as you slept.

The thoughts grew darker, more depraved. You imagined yourself bound and gagged, begging for his touch, craving his brutal caress. You envisioned being used in every room of the Star Destroyer, being passed around like a plaything for Vader and his men to enjoy.

With each passing second, the idea of being Vader's pet, his personal plaything, sank deeper into your mind. You felt your will crumbling, your identity dissolving, replaced by a single, all-consuming desire to serve and please your Master.

Vader's voice, cold and commanding, echoed through the invasive thoughts. "You are my pet. You exist for my pleasure. You will obey my every command."

As he spoke, his hips began to move again, his cock plunging in and out of your battered sex. The wet, obscene sounds of your defilement filled your ears, the pain and pleasure blurring together until you couldn't distinguish one from the other.

Vader's mechanical body shuddered as his climax approached, the force of his thrusts growing erratic and powerful. With a final, brutal slam of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his monstrous cock throbbing and pulsing as he found his release.

A flood of thick, scalding seed erupted from the tip of his shaft, the first jets of his release splattering against your battered cervix. The sheer volume was overwhelming, painting your insides white with his essence. The heat of it was intense, searing, a testament to the power and virility of his dark side-enhanced physique.

But even as he came, Vader used another feature of his robotic manhood. A hidden set of tubes and pumps that ran along the length of his shaft whirred to life, the mechanical sounds mingling with the obscene wet noises of your defilement. Suddenly, a secondary stream of fluid began to pump into you, the cold, viscous liquid a sickening contrast to the scorching heat of his seed.

You could feel it sloshing and churning in your core, the foreign substance mixing with Vader's release. The sensation was bizarre and unsettling, a perverse violation of your most intimate depths. The cold seeped into your flesh, your womb, your very bones, as if the dark side itself was infiltrating your being.

Vader's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he rode out the waves of his intense climax. His mechanical breathing grew ragged, the rasp of his respiration mingling with the wet, sloppy sounds of his dark coupling.

As Vader's climax subsided, he remained seated on the throne, his softening, slick cock still buried deep inside you. You were left impaled, your body draped across his lap, your dress hiked up around your waist. Your mind felt fuzzy, thoughts scattered and confused, a result of the dark side's influence seeping into your psyche.

Occasionally, Vader would reach out and stroke your hair, his mechanical fingers combing through the tangled locks like one would pet a dog. The action was a clear display of his ownership and control over you. You could only whimper and mewl in response, your voice hoarse and weak, as you remained skewered on his massive shaft.

Every half hour, like clockwork, a desperate, needy whimper would escape your lips as the suckering tip of his cock would latch onto your cervix once more, drawing out a fresh gush of your combined essences. The sensation would make your body shudder and convulse, tears leaking from your eyes as you were forced to endure the relentless stimulation.

As you remained impaled and dumbed down on Vader's massive, robotic cock, a new torment began. Every five minutes, without fail, the flared head of his shaft would start to move, prodding and probing the sensitive walls of your womb. The cold, hard metal and the textured ridges would grind against your most intimate depths, sending jolts of painful pleasure shooting through your core.

But the true hell began when the suckering tip would latch onto your G-spot, the fleshy maw sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The suction would start out gentle, growing stronger and more insistent with each passing second. You could feel your own arousal building, your body betraying you as the relentless stimulation forced your treacherous flesh to respond.

Tears streamed down your face as you writhed weakly on Vader's lap, mewling and whimpering with each passing minute. The obscene slurping sounds of the suckering tip filled your ears, mingling with the constant, maddening rasp of Vader's mechanical breathing. Your mind remained fuzzy, thoughts scattered and confused, as you were forced to endure this twisted, never-ending pleasure.

meadowfics

october twenty-ninth

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

kinktober day twenty-nine: mirror sex

warnings: mdni, fingering

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gatorbites-imagines

Oh but I would like to see Starkiller reader interact with a Darth Vader (imagine the aura farming), and idk if a reader like that would have like… romantic feelings or even sexual 💀

Darth Vader x Starkiller male reader

Headcanons

Insert that one “yes Piccolo we see the fit” meme, but it’s both Vader and Reader in this situation. Reader is not an exact copy of Starkiller, more just inspired by him.

pprpgndi

White Strings ︵ ✦

˚ . Darth Vader x GN! Reader ഒ

Word count : 1300+

power imbalance, manipulation, implied non-con elements (non-explicit), possessive behavior, burnt!Vader (not nice, very much canon Vader), Palpatine as reader's father (deceased).

Summary: Emperor Palpatine is dead. In his place rises his child... You, the new Monarch of the Galactic Empire. But the throne was never meant for you. Darth Vader, the Emperor's apprentice, ensures you understand exactly who holds the reins... and who pulls your strings.

Author's Note:Hi! This is my first time posting a fanfiction on Tumblr, so I’d really appreciate any thoughts or feedback. I’m also taking part in a small movement with other writers to reclaim the em dash from AI—you can check out the post about that here. Funny (and frustrating) enough, my writing has been flagged as 20–40% AI by some detection sites, and occasionally even 80%+.

Anyway—please enjoy the Vader fic 🖤

misguidedswagger

May I suggest the song "Would you fall in love with me again" from the Epic Saga by Jorge Rivera-Herrans with Anakin Skywalker?

a/n: holy fucking shit this was something i didn't know i needed until now. this song alone was enough to inspire this, but i hope you guys like what i did with this! also...surprise! :D

warnings: fem!reader, pretty much any warnings that come with star wars as a franchise + slightly suggestive content (its a flashback lol),

w/c: 3.8k part one, though this may be read as a standalone. “master!” y/n laughed, shoving anakin back with her forearm, her guard still up as they circled around each other in the small training room. “you don’t have to hold back, you know? i’m a big girl and i’m your padawan, c’mon! put some faith in me!” she gleamed at him, and with a smirk, anakin obliged.

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the buzzing of the lightsabers clashing caused sparks to fly, darth vader skillfully dodged out of the way. it was rare that someone could hold their own in lightsaber combat against the sith lord, and make him actually have to use effort. the challenge was invigorating, yet, he found himself being pulled out of battle by the daunting song of memory.

her laughter.

there was something scarily similar in the way darth vader’s opponent fought against him, unrelenting and calculated. it was like he was fighting himself. his momentary lapse cost him, earning him a lightsaber strike to his voice modulator. if he hadn’t been so quick, it’d been his head he lost. darth vader stumbled back with a distorted grunt, catching himself before falling over.

why is she on my mind again? why now? simply because of this warrior’s style of fighting? he wondered to himself in between breaths.

it wasn’t worth it to question why. instead, he clenched his jaw tightly, using the force to shove back his opponent. though, their arms were guarded in an 'x' in front of them, not traveling as far as vader wanted them to, “leave!” the sith lord demanded, his voice now garbled and slightly distorted, staring directly at the hooded assailant.

it was clear that was the last thing they expected the great lord vader to say. his hooded adversary stared at him for a moment, frozen like a deer in headlights, as they waited for any semblance of humor. “i said, leave!” without anymore hesitation, they deactivated their lightsaber, the red energy disappearing back into the hilt. their dark robes flapped in the wind as they raced off, down the hill and fading away into the distance.

after he was positive he was alone, the great sith analyzed the damage to his suit and sighed. he wasn’t gravely injured, thankfully, but he was far too tired to make it all the way back to his ship before night fell. he decided that he would instead look for shelter on this planet for the night, knowing that if he found anyone, they’d either bow down to him, or he’d kill them.

simple as that.

darth vader wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking, his mind racing with memories of her, memories he fought to suppress over the years, successful until his fight with his recent adversary who had damaged his modulator. he stumbled upon a dark cavern, his hand on his lightsaber and igniting it for light. his footsteps thudded heavily against the wet stone, his distorted breathing and lightsaber buzzing the only other sounds accompanying his wet footsteps. he hadn’t dared to speak, not yet.

as he progressed through the cavern, he began to see signs of life. there was a wooden table, two wooden chairs along its edge to match. there was also a frayed, seemingly hand-stitched rug flat against the floor, and there were an odd one or two tapestries adorned on the rocky walls. an odd touch of personality and decoration for one who lived in a cavern of all places, but, really, who was he to judge? there was a doorway cut into the stone, decorated with purple paint and the sight winded him, yet another repressed memory forcing itself to the foreground of darth vader’s mind.

y/n was laid across anakin’s shirtless chest, his cybernetic hand combing through her hair. “i’m not really sure, little dove. i haven’t really thought of life outside of the temple, at least, not without you.” he cracked a smile at her, peering down at her soft form against his hard chest. “i’d always assumed that if we’d grown the confidence to leave the temple together, you would be in charge of decorating.”

she laughed her sweet laugh again, shaking her head at him. she pulled herself up to prop her elbows up on either side of his torso, still within his arms, the blanket falling to expose her bare form beneath anakin’s dark comforter, “i haven’t really thought about either, because i thought you would be in charge of decorating! but all i know is that if i could choose the color of the door, i think...you know what, no…” she trailed off, her gaze averted for a moment before looking up at anakin again, a cheeky grin on her face, “i want a purple door! this shade. wouldn't that be something?” she grinned, pointing to a hickey she’d left on his broad chest. anakin smirked and scooped her into his arms in a single motion, flipping them over so that she was now on her back against his silk sheets once again, kissing down her neck softly, yet hungrily.

“best i can do for now, little dove, is give you something else that’s purple,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on the shell of her ear. she squealed in delight, before swatting him across the chest,

“ani!” the jedi knight only laughed lowly again, absolutely adoring the way she squirmed under his touch like this, the way she was so easy to fluster. his voice was innocent as he asked,

“what?”

darth vader felt sick to his stomach. how long had it been since he’d let himself think of the love he’d lost? how long had he deprived himself of the memory of her laugh, her smile, her face?

“hello?”

the other voice startled the sith lord and his gasp was almost loud enough to be heard outright, but, his modulator only hitched for a moment. he turned around and looked down at the small woman, nearly only as tall as his chest.

he only cleared his throat and nodded a single time as his greeting, “i’ve come searching for shelter. i’m sure you know who i am,” darth vader pushed his robes to the side slightly, turning off his lightsaber and tucking it back into its place on his hip as the small woman lit a lantern on the wooden table in the middle of what seemed to be her space in the cavern. “and i’m sure you know i don’t have to-”

the small woman interrupted him, “no threats are necessary. come, sit, i’m just about done preparing my meal.” she disappeared past a curtain he hadn’t before seen, around the corner. he assumed that was how he hadn’t heard her walk in while he was trapped in his reverie. hesitantly, he walked to the table and sat down, the only remaining sound for a moment his damaged modulator and his screaming thoughts. before he could be plagued by another memory, the woman was back in the room, placing down two greatly portioned plates down on the table. “let me know if that isn’t enough. there’s more in the kitchen.” the quiet woman spoke gently, sitting in the chair beside lord vader.

darth vader’s head threatened to swivel off his shoulders at the kindness he was met with. sure, he was used to people throwing themselves to their knees, breaking their backs, amongst other things for him, just to be spoken to, but this felt like a whole new level of service to him. he hadn’t felt this kind of kindness since...

she had walked into the sith lord in the middle of her home, and acted like he was an old friend as opposed to asking why he was here, or what he wanted, she only said hello. it was bizarre, but not unwelcome.

the meal was clearly prepared over an open flame. naboo sardine fritter with a side of smoked kaadu ribs. he certainly wasn’t on naboo anymore, but it seemed like his host had some sort of connection to the planet. here, this far out in the outer rim, nabooian food was practically a delicacy, and here she was, serving and preparing it like it were a basic meal. the last time he’d eaten anything like this was back at the temple, when he’d been making up his lateness to y/n. his heart stung as he remembered how upset she was when he missed their dinner and lesson without having the chance to update her. but, under his mask, he smiled, remembering where it all began.

naboo...where he’d met y/n, his dove, for the very first time.

anakin and obi-wan had stopped on naboo only because they’d run out of fuel on a mission. naboo, still feeling indebted to jedi master obi-wan kenobi for his protection of naboo’s queen, alongside the late qui-gon jinn, accepted the jedi with open arms and warm meals, alongside beds for the night. it was after hours, and it seemed that obi-wan had gone to sleep. anakin decided that he’d take a walk around the garden in an attempt to calm his mind and tire his body so he could sleep. a part of him wished to see the queen again, not having had a conversation with her alone since obi-wan had taken him in as his padawan. as he stepped out, his thoughts were interrupted. he immediately felt that he wasn’t alone in the field, his hand already on the hilt of his saber. in order to not give away his position, he remained without his activated saber, trekking silently towards the figure he saw far ahead in the garden.

as he got closer, he recognized the royal dress amongst the grassy plain, her back turned to him as she held her hand up and out ahead of her, lifting flowers from the ground and spinning them above her. delight, confusion, and surprise were all evident in the girl’s expression, until anakin let his footsteps make sound again. with a gasp, she turned around and the flowers fell onto her lap as she fell back onto her palms.

anakin kneeled to the level of the queen’s best friend, remembering the girl in conversation with the queen before the queen had to depart, being gifted a hug, before leaving the younger of the two to greet and welcome the jedi upon their arrival on their planet. anakin, in that moment, wished it was padmé who greeted them and showed them to their rooms for the night, but, he pushed the feeling away, realizing and swallowing the bitter pill that padmé hadn’t even recognized him.

“y/n, is it?” his voice was soft, warm, and inviting. the young girl nodded, clearly nervous to be in the tall jedi’s presence. “you’re...queen amidala’s right hand and best friend aren’t you?” he asked her not unkindly, but curiously, almost as if he were testing her. the smaller and younger girl nodded hesitantly again, unsure of where the jedi’s line of questioning was leading, “and...you’re force sensitive it seems...does anyone know?” his blue eyes peered into her e/c eyes, awaiting an answer.

“o-only...you, master jedi.” anakin let out a breath of surprise at the admission,

“not a master, but, thanks." he smiled at her. "how long have you known? have you been force sensitive your whole life?”

the young girl shook her head again, “uh, i don’t know. i only found out i could do any of this about two months ago.” she turned to look at the olive tree next to them, “i frequently come out here at night ever since i found out, because i don’t know what to do with my power, i was too scared to tell anyone.” she admitted, “i don’t want padmé to feel like i’ve been hiding this from her, because that’d certainly not-”

anakin only smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “breathe, young one, come with me. my master should know about this.” he said soothingly, rubbing her shoulder, “trust me. nothing bad will happen to you under my guidance,” he promised.

before darth vader could even pick up his utensils, still groggy from the memories of his love lost, his host jumped up and stopped him. “wait! you can’t eat without your food being liquified, correct?” her hands were held up, palms facing him as she tilted her head to the side, her cloak hood obscuring her eyes. for a moment, he thought of the adversary who had damaged his modulator, but quickly shook off the thought. the cloaks were different materials and colors, but, the kindness in her tone was what distracted him most.

“who told you that?” he asked lowly, his voice disjointed. he wasn’t angry, just surprised and curious.

“people talk.” she answered simply, still standing as she looked at him. “so, did you want me to liquify it? i’d hate for you to have difficulty.”

he didn’t answer for a moment.

“why are you being so warm and welcoming towards me?” he asked inquisitively, his eyes scanning hers. he ignored the way his mind swarmed with yearning, yearning for y/n. so badly had he craved her presence, her warmth, and the meals she made him after their lessons.

“well,” she finally lowered her hood, revealing s/c skin. hardened with battle and loss, her e/c/ eyes still shone brightly. the way her h/c hair cascaded from the hood made darth vader’s breath hitch. it’d been too long since the memory of y/n taunted him, and now, he was starting to see her ahead of him. he felt as if he were losing his mind. “my late love...force guide him, was taken from me before i had the chance to say goodbye, or that i loved him one last time. he was supposed to come back, but…” she trailed off, obviously a painful memory for her to relive. “to put it simply,” she continued after a pregnant pause, “he went out of his way to protect me, and guide me, a stranger,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she blinked back tears, “so now, as a way to keep him close to me, i do the same. besides that, i look for signs of him where ever i travel. i look for him in the trees, in the sky, in-”

now, something registered in the sith lord’s mind.

“in doves?” his low distorted voice wondered.

his sudden vulnerability had her back away from the table, her robe falling open and exposing the hilt of her lightsaber on her waist. vader’s eyes honed in on it before his eyes found those eerily familiar e/c eyes.

immediately, she noticed what his eyes focused on. in fear for her own safety, she grabbed the lightsaber and held it in a guarded position, her eyes wide with fear.

“who sent you?” she asked worriedly, but before the sentence could fully leave her mouth, vader stood from the table, looping around the side and stalking closer to her, his own saber in his hand and angled at her throat.

quickly, without hesitation, y/n’s lightsaber clashed against lord vader’s, whirring and snapping around them. her leg went up hurriedly, kicking him in the chest. he was surprised by her flexibility, but didn’t let it distract him before winding up and striking, only for her to block at the very last second, both red blades buzzing barely a millimeter from her face.

“what do you have to hide?” he glowered, a newfound challenge in this development.

she grunted, the exertion of the unexpected combat nearly distracting her. but, she continued to relentlessly attack without hesitation. “nothing.” she growled.

“liar!” darth vader yelled, his voice cracking with on and off modulation, his real voice bleeding out too. “that isn’t your lightsaber! who did you kill for it?” the sith was wild, borderline animalistic in his attacks, pure fury the only thing fueling him now.

“no one!” she yelled back at him, quickly and precisely dodging each one of his attacks, “it’s been mine, and it always has been!” she tried to go for a stab, but the sith dodged her onslaught with ease.

vader was growing tired of this game. he used the force with his free hand, lifting her easily into the air, his other arm cocked back with what would obviously be a killing blow, “i made that lightsaber hilt! i know who it belonged to!” he bellowed, “and i know she’s dead. she wouldn’t have given up that light saber before her life.” he dropped her to the ground unceremoniously, her body resounding against the cavern floor with a solid thunk.

before she could even fully sit up, vader was on top of her, her cloak gripped tightly between the black leather of his glove, “tell me she died without pain, and i might consider making your death painless,” the sith demanded, his glove squelching under the pressure he had on the cloth of her robe.

“her death was painful,” she growled, leaning forward, “but not as painful as the betrayal she faced in the seconds before she turned to the dark side!”

vader’s breath hitched, dropping the nameless woman onto her back. the memories all resurfaced now,

“she belongs to the dark side, now, anakin. i brought her to the cavern on lotho minor like you asked of me, she picked up her chosen kyber crystal, and i made a silly joke and laughed...by the time i looked up, she was wielding a red lightsaber. i’m so sorry, anakin…”

all those years ago, obi-wan had told him the truth.

“she really turned to the dark side…” vader’s voice was rough, hardly above a whisper.

“after her master’s betrayal, yes!” the woman clarified as she dusted herself off, sitting up and standing up, hesitating before holding up her blade again.

darth vader stumbled back and fell onto the ground, unable to catch himself before his back slammed into the wooden table and pushed it with a loud screech, the chairs tumbling to the ground loudly.

it all made sense now, why the fight earlier had been so exhausting, why it felt like he was keeping up with himself.

“i never...i never betrayed her. the council sent me away and forbade me from telling her, that was why i told obi-wan what i did, why i told him to bring her to that junk planet.”

because it was her, it had been her. he had been with his sweet, little dove, this whole time.

his eyes found the durasteel again, “i had built that hilt with my blood and sweat, carved an olive branch into its side, where i first met her, a symbol of my love for my little dove. she represented my peace, love, and freedom.” his shoulders slumped and the seven foot tall man crumpled in on himself, cradling his head in his own hands.

her eyes snapped up to the sith, her hand closing around the handle and powering it off.

“did you love her?” it felt like an out of place question, but, she needed to know.

“do you realize what you have asked me? i loved her more than anything! her loss is what made me what i am now! i loved her, and i never even had the chance to tell her!”

the air audibly left her lungs.

“only my husband knew that, so i guess... that makes him you.” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth. { PRESS PLAY >>>> }

“little dove…?”

“is it really you standing there, or am i dreaming once more?” y/n asked, closing some of the distance between them on foot before falling to her knees and crawling the rest of the way towards him. she knew what remained underneath the mask, the man she loved, her former master, former jedi knight and war general, her anakin. “is it really you my love?” she cradled his face with both hands,

“i am not the man you fell in love with,” he said, looking deep into those eyes he’d loved for years on end. “i am not the man you once adored, i...am not the kind and gentle love you’ve known before,”

little dove shook her head, pleading to him with her gaze to keep him talking.

“would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all i’ve done? the things i cannot change?” his voice was trembling, his breathing uneven.

she only pulled him into her embrace tightly, her hand on the back of his helmet, cradling his head.

“wh-what kinds of things did you do?” y/n asked, though, even hiding in the outer rim, far away from anyone, she still heard the stories about the great sith lord of the galactic empire. she heard of the trail of red he left behind on every planet he’d visited.

“so many things…” he shook his head, though remained unmoving in her arms. he’d missed her, more than anything, and painfully so. “i hurt so many people, i...traded friends like objects i could use, i hurt more lives than i can count on my hands…”

he turned his head to look at her head cradled in his shoulder and lifted her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, her chin resting in his hand like the way it did with anakin. “and yet...you acted out of your own self-interest, helping others, while i was killing them.”

y/n’s arms were still slung around his neck, “but...all of it brought you back to me.” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

“tell me something, little dove…” darth vader asked quietly,

“would you fall in love with me again, now that you know all i’ve done?”

“i will fall in love with you over and over again.” she said honestly, her fingers running over the obsidian, “i don’t care what it is you’ve done, how, where...or even when. don’t you dare tell me you’re not the same person.” one tear broke free, then, another, and another, and another.

“you’ve always been my love. i will fall in love with you again, i already have, but even then, i’ve never stopped loving you.”

anakin’s breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” she whispered against him, tears freely pouring from her eyes.

“i’ve been waiting for you, my little dove,” he laughed softly, something he hadn’t done in years. anakin's gloved fingers reached up to his helmet and had turned off the modulator. darth vader was gone, and only anakin remained.

y/n started to laugh with him, in shock over the whole ordeal. after being separated for so many years, they were finally back together, in the strangest of circumstances.

“how long has it been?” she asked him, sniffling as she wiped her fallen tears with the back of her free hand.

“twenty years…” anakin replied, his hands rubbing up and down her back and across her hips.

and finally, after twenty years, anakin got to tell y/n the one thing she’d yearned to hear all these years.

“i...i love you.” he gently pulled her forehead to his mouth, the sound of lips clicking behind the mask. she knew it was supposed to be a kiss.

“i have always loved you.”

“oh, anakin, i love you,”

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goldenlikedayl1ght

would you guys still love me if i wrote a darth vader/anakin skywalker x reader where they don't fuck, they don't really kiss, they don't really show affection towards each other but vader starts to hyper fixate on the reader to cope with his trauma, torturing them, playing mind games with them, and occasionally teaching them, grooming them into a perfect soldier-- and they're pretty sure he's going to kill them one day. and they're pretty sure they're in love with whoever it is that's behind that mask (you get glimpses. one torture session, you push back, right back into his mind the way he probes yours, and you see flashes-- sand, a dark curl, a blue flash of light, and then pain-- pain, pain, pain, across every inch of your skin; then, lots of tears. and then, nothing at all. until, a flash of warmth, not burning pain, more like the warmth of a sun, and you see yourself through vader's eyes, just for a moment.). he pulls you out of his mind and replays the memory of your lowest moment over and over until you pass out from exhaustion.

or something like that :p

scriptumintenebris

They had put him in grey. Simple, collarless. The kind of thing they gave prisoners so they looked like prisoners.

He didn't look like a prisoner. He looked like a man who could tear that table out of the floor with his bare hands if he wanted to, restraints and all, and had simply decided not to. Which was probably why half the guards in the room kept shifting their weight every few minutes.

Luke sat next to you. Still. Hands in his lap. You could feel the tension radiating off him like heat, but his face was calm in that particular way that meant he was holding everything together through sheer force of will and possibly the Force itself. You hadn't looked at him either. If you looked at Luke, he'd see it in your face, whatever it was right now, and you couldn't afford that.

Mon Mothma was speaking again.

You were aware of the words in a distant, underwater kind of way. Charges... duration of service to the Empire... accountability... The chamber was packed. Senators, military officials, press from every system in the New Republic and a few that weren't. You had picked your seat specifically. Front row, right side, close enough to be visible as a witness but positioned so that when you looked straight ahead, you were looking at Mon Mothma and not at him.

It worked. Mostly.

Your choice of clothes was clearly a mistake. They were far too warm, and now the fabric was sticking to the small of your back, making you aware of it in a way that felt impossible to ignore. Impossible to ignore that, or the dozen other things pressing in on you at once. The low hum of the ventilation system. The way your pulse kept doing something strange and uneven in your throat.

Mon Mothma asked a question.

Silence.

He was supposed to answer. He was looking at you instead.

Not at Mon Mothma. Not at the tribunal panel. Not at the crowd that wanted him dead or the press recording every breath he took. At you. And it wasn't the quick, careful kind of look he'd been maintaining all morning, the one that skimmed over your general area without landing. This one landed. Directly. Heavily. His eyes on yours with something in them that you could feel in your actual chest, a physical thing, pressure and ache and something too large to name sitting right behind your sternum.

A second passed. Two.

Someone coughed.

You didn't blink. Neither did he.

Mon Mothma's voice cut through again, sharper now, the patience thinning at the edges. "I will ask you again, Lord Vader. Do you believe that the actions you committed in service of the Galactic Empire should be forgiven?"

His gaze stayed on you for one more second. Just one. And then he dropped it. Looked down at the table, at the restraints locked around his wrists, at his own cybernetic hands held still and open against the surface like he was studying them.

The silence stretched.

And then he spoke.

"No."

Clear. Not loud, but it carried. His voice always carried.

"I do not believe that what I have done can be forgiven." A pause. "Or should be."

The room detonated.

Not literally. But the sound that erupted was close enough. Gasps and shouts and the sharp scrape of chairs and at least three senators on their feet and the press section exploding into movement, every recording device in the room suddenly pointed at him like weapons. Mon Mothma's gavel came down once, twice, three times. "Order. I will have order in this chamber." Her voice was steel but you barely heard it over the roar.

Luke made a sound next to you. Barely audible. His hand moved on his thigh like he'd been about to reach for something and thought better of it.

The noise kept building. Mon Mothma kept demanding silence. Guards shifted positions. Someone behind you was saying did he just and what kind of defence and this is unprecedented in a tone caught between shock and something that might have been satisfaction.

You sat very still because if you moved you weren't sure what would happen. What your face would do. What your voice would do if someone spoke to you right now.

He didn't look up again. Just sat there, head slightly bowed, hands open on the table, while the courtroom fractured around him. Like he'd expected this. Like he'd said it knowing exactly what it would cost and chose to say it anyway.

No. I do not believe that what I have done can be forgiven. Or should be.

The gavel was still coming down. Mon Mothma was still speaking. The noise was still everywhere.

You felt something crack. Not break cleanly. Crack. The way things cracked when the fracture line ran deeper than the surface and you couldn't tell yet how far down the damage went.

It felt like more than one heart was breaking in your chest. And maybe his was breaking too, somewhere behind that unreadable stillness, with the cruel knowledge that there was no room for it in him. No space for something so painfully human.

gorbo-longstocking

Hi! I saw that your requests are open :33

Could you write Darth Vader x gn/nb!sith!reader where reader is also high ranked general and their love is… complicated. Like, they shout, they fight, they’re obsessed with eachother. They probably killed some people on the ship during their fights etc. I don’t have specific scenario in my head so it can be just simply about their dynamic. It would be cool also if reader knew him as Anakin Skywalker.

Thank you!!

I am sooo sorry this took so long, but this ask filled me with visions… I hope you don’t mind that I crafted a Reader who has just straight up went crazy, I thought it’d be fun. These are also headcanons as opposed to a oneshot, I definitely tried to make them detailed, though! I hope you enjoy, the same goes for anyone else who reads this.

My requests are open, bee tee dubs <3

Word Count: 1.3k words

Content: Gender neutral reader, toxic relationship, unrequited love at first (Anakin is still married to Padme), yandere!reader??, at the very least they are deeply unstable, force choking, I can’t think of anything else

- For you, it all began with a master who hated you. Why? You couldn’t begin to fathom. Maybe there was something wrong with you that only she could see, maybe she had started to fall to the dark side herself — you’d never find out — but it all began with her. Floriana Garfa resented you and she made that very clear from the beginning that, in spite of your age, she would never be on your side. Being left in near isolation with a woman who was meant to be your guide, the person who you had excitedly wondered about for years, only to find that she was to be nothing if not cruel to you, did a number on your psyche. While she never raised her hand to you, Master Garfa made it clear that if you were in danger, you were not to expect her assistance, nor were you to desire any form of empathy or understanding. She was a strict teacher, that was what the other knights had said. After a while, you couldn’t help but think that it was you who was the problem. The child and not the grown woman who couldn’t bring herself to praise you, no matter how hard you tried.

- You were a Jedi, you told yourself. What you wanted was not what you needed. Fall back to what they taught you as a youngling and live. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from craving it. The praise, the fondness, the adulation, a tender touch. You deserved it, didn’t you? You had been good for so long, absolutely perfect in every way. Listening and obeying to the very core of your being, and yet, no one cared to give in. Nobody noticed you, nor did they notice the strife and desire welling inside of you like a storm. They should have, you were surrounded by Jedi after all. Couldn’t they feel it? Couldn’t they feel what they were doing to you? Maybe you were good at hiding it, you told yourself, and you were too ashamed of these feelings to act out. It hurt so bad that nobody cared to look past your well crafted mask to see how much you were screaming. But that wasn’t what a good Jedi did, and you wanted nothing but to be good.

jakesullybiceps

one of my favorite ideas is that darth vader's darling lady wife is the mind behind kylo ren. constantly feeding him ideas about the jedi order just to get back at them for what she thinks they took from her.

she is so far removed from what reality is she doesn't recognize anything other than her hatred and revenge.

like she's old as hell but she's evil too.

anistellars

pairing: unburnt!darth vader x assistant!reader | word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut (18+), begging, whimpering, dom!vader, sub!reader, piv / missionary

a/n: this was my first smut ever written….. not my proudest but I still felt like giving it to y’all lol. crossposted between here and my ao3. happy reading! <3

Another day, another million more tasks given to you by your boss, Darth Vader. You were working as Vader’s assistant and there wasn’t a single day where you got a well deserved rest.

Life under the Empire wasn’t so graceful anyways. You have practically zero freedom. Hell, you even had a damn curfew. What were you, a teenager? Emperor Palpatine surely treated you like one. Actually, the entire organisation was run by manchildren which led to blatant misogynistic behaviour towards you. There was one thing worth working in that hell pit though, and that was Vader's rewards for your effort.

After long days of dedication to Vader’s demands, he loved to repay you with bedroom time. You two had a pretty active sex life, and Vader wasn’t shy with his attraction towards you. Whenever you’d be working on a task with no other presence surrounding yourself, he’d make sure to pop by and sneak a sexy whisper into your ear that would always send shivers down your spine and make the area between your thighs throb. He would also make sure to leave a kiss on the nape of your neck. Sometimes, he liked to sneak from behind and grab your chest or smack your butt. In conclusion, he wasn’t shy with his sexual attraction when he got the chance to display it. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t as sexually charmed in his presence.

How can someone so evil have the face and the body of an angel?

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and continued tidying up his quarters. You hadn’t seen him all day. But it was a Saturday, meaning it was your mandatory weekly cleaning session. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Vader would be returning any time soon. He didn’t state where he was headed, probably on another hunt for surviving Jedi. Whatever he was doing, his missing presence did make you rather down, because you were really hoping he’d have sex with you after you executed your chores. It’s been a week since he had you screaming his name, the longest you both have been separated from each other’s physical touch. It had you wondering if he got bored or found a woman who’s better in bed than you. The thought just added onto your gloomy state of mind.

At the same time, he was a motherfucking Sith Lord. Do they feel anything other than the hatred deeply rooted within them? Even if you were to fall on your knees and beg your ass off for his body, he wouldn’t give two shits about you. You might as well just brush it all off. You weren’t here for Vader, you were here for the damn money.

Halfway through housekeeping, Admiral Firmus Piett walks into the quarters. He is Vader’s most loyal and trustworthy office, therefore he had access to his room and other private quarters at all times.

“Good afternoon Miss [L/N],” He greeted politely. Despite your earlier remarks about the manchildren that run the Empire, Piett was rather respectful towards you.

You returned his greeting with a soft smile. “Good afternoon Piett,” You continued on with your cleaning. “Is anything going on?”

“Lord Vader requested that you change the water in his bacta tank after tidying up his room.” He informed, his face sat in his signature stoic expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him express emotion, it was almost comical.

You sighed and continued dusting off Vader’s furniture. “Thank you, Piett,” Seems like he won’t give you grace any time soon. “When is he returning?”

“In about 7 days, miss.” Piett responded.

You mentally sighed and held back a couple tears. Was it quite pathetic that you were crying over not getting to have sex with a worthless man? Yes. Did you care? Nope.

“Thanks Piett.” You say with a monotone. Your day was already going wrong but the news of Vader’s lengthened absence just added fuel to the fire. You just wanted to be alone right now.

Piett trekked out of the quarters, leaving you and your thoughts all alone. You composed yourself and turned to go back to dusting off Vader’s couch, the occasional footsteps of Imperial workers echoing off the walls. They were the only sounds consistently breaking you off from your negative thoughts.

2 hours later, you finish taking care of Vader’s room and you plop down on the couch with a sigh. If he saw you sitting on his furniture right after cleaning it he’d probably slice your head off right then and there. He’s coming home in a week though so you’re spared for now. To pass time, you rub your nails together and start counting by twos. You still have to take care of Vader’s bacta tank in a bit, but for now you wanted to bask in some relaxation before nearly causing your arms to fall off again.

“Sweetheart,” An all too familiar voice breaks through the silence.

You shot up from your position. Vader? Didn’t Piett inform you that he won’t be back until next week? You realised you were still sitting on the couch and immediately got on your feet. “M-my Lord!” You greeted him with a bow.

“Vader,” he corrected you. You knew that Vader wasn’t his real name. Sidious wasn’t the Emperor’s true identity so the same must apply to Vader. Nonetheless, you still called him by his preferred title. After all, it’s a deathwish to be disrespecting a Sith Lord no matter how much sex he has with you.

“Piett said you wouldn’t be back until next week,” You echo his words spoken to you earlier and you couldn’t help but wonder just why did Vader arrive so soon?

He stepped forward and brought his hand under your chin. “Because I missed your touch,” he lowered his voice, his lips just inches away from yours. The yellow in his eyes stared deeply into your irises.

You let out a low gulp as a result of his grip on your chin. A classic Vader move that never fails to leave you craving for more. He knew your sensitive spots and always left his mark on them whenever the chance was given. Despite wanting to give into your desires, you had been reminded of the orders Vader gave you through Piett a couple hours earlier. “My Lor- Vader, I’m sorry but I must attend to your bacta tank.” Vader suffered from many wounds throughout his time as a Sith, and as a result would be confined to a bacta tank at least once a week, preferably on the weekend. He even had a travelling tub when going on missions. You pushed yourself out of his grip, but before you knew it he used the Force to tug you back into his hold, his strong arms enclosing your waist before you could attempt to break free.

Vader leaned forward to your ear, his lips grazing the tip of it, “That can wait.” His low, seductive voice nearly erupts a moan from your throat but you hold it in. He pulled back from your ear and inched closer to your lips, grazing them whilst doing so. This man was going to be the death of you, whether it’s figuratively or literally.

He rubbed his bulge against your core, eliciting a sweet moan from your throat which only further ignited his desires. With one swift motion, Vader lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor besides you two, his eyes focused intently on your chest which was still held back by your bra. He didn’t mind, though. He loved seeing you with your bra on. He threw his cloak off and it landed by your shirt. Before you knew it, his hands were gripped onto your waist and his teeth were biting down on your neck. A sweet moan escaped your lips as he left little hickeys all over your previously-bare neck. His prosthetic hand stayed on your waist whilst the other travelled up to cup the side of your chest.

His lips trailed up to yours and he sealed them within seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself in case you’d peak from the sensation. Yes, you have peaked from making out. A few months ago, actually. It only occurred once but the memory would occasionally repeat itself. Every time since you held onto his neck in order to prevent yourself from the same humiliation.

Vader lifted you up by your waist and proceeded to carry you towards his newly-made bed. He throws you down on your back and presses himself against you, keeping his lips locked with yours. Within seconds, he pulled off your pants, dragging your underwear with them and tossing them to the floor, leaving you in just your laced bra.

“What a pretty lady,” Vader traced his fingers along your v-line and you almost instantly became wet. “You’ve gone so long without my touch, without my fingers all over your masterpiece of a body.”

“Vader,” You moaned, wanting his cock to enter your entrance immediately. “P-please… be inside of me. I want you, I crave you.”

“You will get your wish, my dear,” Vader affirmed and pressed a kiss on your jawline. His hands trailed to your hips, then cupped the globe of your bottom. “What a beautiful figure. So soft, so smooth, so seductive.” He sat up and ripped his robes off, kicking them to the side. He loomed over you again, his entire naked body on sight for you to see. Your eyes trailed up and down, studying every detail like a schoolgirl preparing for exams. You could just stare at him for days.

You desperately needed this man, the darkness inside of him was intoxicating. If these were drugs, they must be the best ones in the market. “Vader, please, I beg you,” You shakily breathed. “Fuck m-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned down and inserted himself inside you. Your breath hitched and your back arched as you threw your head back in pleasure. It seemed that he was making up for your intimacy deprivation and you were not complaining about that.

Vader started out slow, but before you knew it his thrusts were increasing with every passing second. You felt a pool already begin to form between your legs, heart pounding as beads of sweat formed on your skin. “Vader,”

“Tell me, gorgeous, should I heighten the pace?” Vader cooed in your ear and you frantically nodded. You’d probably be sore for days if he went any further, but it’s not like you were in the right state of mind at that time.

“Kriff, please,” You whined. “Please, Vader, go faster.”

A devious smile formed on his face. “Then your wish is my command.” His thrusts escalate and a high pitched noise escapes your lips. Your back arches further and your stomach presses against his. The growing, hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your hands coming up to grip Vader’s hair. While keeping his (real) hand on the bed, he uses the mechanical one to rip off your bra with a swift swoosh, finally revealing your chest. Whilst continuing his movements which only shortened each of your breaths, he leaned down to press his lips against your chest. The sensation evoked another needy moan to escape your lungs.

He switched to having his mechanical hand balancing his weight and used his bare fingers to reach down to your thigh, and gathered some of your mess on his pointer and middle fingers. He places them in his mouth and swallows the substance. “Mmm,” Vader husked, his eyes closing at the delight. “You taste so good, baby.”

You bite back a moan from his statement. “Make me come, please.”

“As you wish.” He smirked and made sure to thrust deeper in your, his cock hitting you in all the right places.

“Force,” you swore under your breath, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sweat continued to build up on your neck and shoulders, your fingers gripping tightly onto his dirty blonde locks. A hand went down and gripped the bed sheets as you threw your head back.

“How close are you, angel?” Vader purred immodestly in your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending tingles down your spine.

“So close, Vader,” You rasped, your grip on the sheets tightening. “Don’t stop, Vader. Please fill me up.”

The bed rattles with creaks and the bed sheets crinkle with every movement made. Vader takes your hand that was clutching the sheets and intertwines your fingers with his. “Come for me, let everyone in the galaxy hear us.”

With one final shove, you let out a scream of ecstasy that tears through the room, explosions going off as time slows down. Your entire body trembles, and you crush his hand so hard you may have just broken it. “Maker!” The strength from your grasp on his hand prompted a low but noticeable growl from him. Shortly after, his movements began to slow, much to your disappointment but you knew if he went any farther your body would probably burst from the tension. Your bodies lay still on the mattress as you both take the time to catch your breaths. Vader detached his hand from yours and used both arms to encircle your waist. His head laid on your sternum and you could feel his warm, heavy puffs against your skin.

You reached and caressed Vader’s hair, “You know I just arranged this very bed before your arrival, right?” You remind him of the tiresome duties you had finished off before his return.

He shrugged, returning your gaze with a smirk. “I’ll get one of the utility droids to rework it,” he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear which nearly extracted a shudder from you. “You need some rest, I bet you had a long week without my angelic body.”

You roll your eyes, typical Vader. He was so egotistical, always checking himself out any time he happened to run into a mirror. But you were strangely attracted to it. Had any other man done the same you’d run the other direction, yet when Vader behaved that way it had an irresistible pull on you. “Well, there is some truth to that,” you returned the smirk.

You both stayed in that position for a little while longer, the silence deafening. Vader would periodically press a kiss or two against the side of your chest. You could stay in that moment forever. Despite the bond you two share being solely based on intimacy and sex, you may have felt the slightest bit of tenderness and warmth that only one who’s romantically in love would undergo. Although, deep down you knew he would never repay such feelings. Sith only endure anger, greed, and hate.

Suddenly, the sound of the door swinging open breaks you out of your thoughts, You and Vader’s heads turn to see who interrupted the cozy moment.

“Lord Va- oh.” The voice fell the second they realised what had just gone down, It was Piett, it seems he came back to check up on Vader. This wasn’t the first time he’s walked in on the two of you sharing alone time. It has occurred 10 times, yet he has never reported his discoveries to the Emperor. No wonder Vader had placed so much trust in him.

You heard Vader swear under his breath, “What the kriff is it now, Admiral?” He asked impassively.

“Well my Lord, I was initially going to inquire about the bacta tank and if she had replaced its water but clearly you two were… well.” He trailed off, it did not take a genius to know what you and the Sith Lord had just been up to.

“Get a janitor to do the job,” The man blankly ordered.

Piett sighed, “Of course, my Lord.” He whirled around and marched out of Vader’s quarters.

Vader sat up, the coolness of the room’s atmosphere hitting your stomach. You were disappointed that he broke off the closeness, but it was not like he gave two shits anyways. He takes his fingers and pushes the pool that was dripping from your thighs back under your core. You force yourself to bite back a moan.

“Come on,” Vader got up from the bed, then slid his arms under your back and lifted you up bridal style. “Let’s go clean you up before I become an asshole again.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement, knowing he’s going to revert back to his dark ways after he’s finished attending to you. Nonetheless, you rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing he’s about to give you the best shower of your life.

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How they take care of you during your period

𓂃 Ft. Zuko, Aang and Sokka

𓂃 Warnings: None, fluff, reader is female, not proof read, probably oc idk, drabbles

𓂃 Author’s note: I’m currently on my period (which sucks btw, do not recommend) and I had some thoughts about atla men especially after the movie✋😩 it’s my first time writing for them, hopefully it’s good!

Enjoy!🫶❤️

Zuko doesn’t know much about periods, not really and not at first but he pays attention.

He notices the way you tense, the way your expression shifts when the cramps hit. And remembers what helps.

He remembers you like it when he places his warm hand on your stomach, so the next time he sees you wince, he’s already there, hand gentle but steady, warmth seeping into your skin.

And when it gets worse he wraps himself around you without a word.

His body radiates heat, comforting and steady and you find yourself melting into him. The tension slowly leaves your body, your breathing evens out, and before you know it, your body goes limp, pain disappearing completely and sleep takes over.

He makes sure there’s always a servant outside your chambers, ready the second you call. He makes sure they have warm tea, your favorite food and whatever else you need prepared.

If a servant ever comes to tell him you’re asking for him, he doesn’t hesitate. Even if he is in the middle of a meeting or not, he’s gone in an instant, already halfway to your chambers. Ignoring the whispers and complaints of the council members.

He quietly panics every time you burst into tears, not sure what to do with himself. Hands hovering nervously around you, not knowing where to put them.

Later, he studies. Does more researches because he just wants to be better for you next time it happens.

Aang is… completely lost at first.

He grew up in a temple with not so many girls around, so he didn’t have the chance to truly learn any of this. And now you’re suddenly crying over something small, pulling away when he tries to hug you or just initiate any type of physical contact and he has no idea what he did wrong.

He hovers. Paces. Tries again, only to hesitate halfway through.

Baby boy is so concerned if he had hair he would have pulled them from the stress.

“Did I… do something?”

You will have to explain everything to him. What it is, why it happens and how it feels like. And he listens, really listens, fully.

The moment the second time comes rolling around, he’s definitely more prepared.

You wake up to warm tea already waiting for you. He sits beside you, gently rubbing your back, or your feet if you ask. He tries to help however he can, even if he’s not sure it’s enough.

Momo is always curled at your side, sleeping peacefully beside you, so calm and still, a total contrast to his usual self.

You don’t see Appa as much since you prefer to stay inside but Aang tells you that the soft giant does seem to miss you as well. Nuzzling into Aang’s hand, where your scent lingered.

And when the pain gets bad, when you curl into yourself and start crying, he feels a deep ache in his chest.

He feels helpless.

He tries using his bending abilities to warm you, soft currents of air shifting temperature just enough to bring a bit of comfort in the room. Warm arms wrapped around you, his hand resting on your back, the heat that radiates from them was enough to relieve some of your back ache.

Even if it doesn’t last long, he keeps trying anyway.

You best believe that the next day he shyly seeks help from Katara.

Sokka does know.

Growing up with Katara taught him that there are certain days where pushing her buttons is basically a death wish, and he certainly learned that the hard way.

He isn’t an expert but he has the basics covered.

He tries to cheer you up. To make you laugh, throwing jokes your way like it’s a strategy.

Sometimes it works. You end up laughing so hard your stomach hurts for a different reason.

Other times you just stare at him, unimpressed, before turning away.

It’s a gamble, really.

So he turns to what he can control: fixing the problem by building things that could help easy your suffering.

The first heating pad he made almost exploded. The second one smoked a little and was too hot to be placed anywhere near you. But the third? Absolutely perfect.

…Maybe a little too perfect, considering you now prefer sleeping with it instead of him. (He is not bitter. Not at all.)

He also made you a small bell to keep by your bed, something you can ring whenever you need him. He insists it’s efficient.

But when you’re curled up, quietly crying from the pain?

None of his inventions help with that.

And he hates it.

So, reluctantly, he turns to Katara for help.

Because if there’s one thing Sokka knows, it’s that when and if he can’t fix something she usually can.

(Dear lord please please please give them to mee🙏)

tanobatcher

needy

wolffe x fem reader summary: inexperienced!reader who struggles to make herself cum + bf!wolffe who knows what he's doing warnings: sexual content a/n: #ilovemybf #needhimbiblically

your room is thick with silence other than the sound of slow, wet kisses coming from under the covers. wolffe's lips part yours to slide his tongue through a muffled groan, stroking gently as he seals his mouth over yours with more pressure. you arch your back when he pushes a hand up your flimsy top to cup your breast and brush his thumb over your nipple. your moan answers his touch, opening your mouth wider for him to kiss you deeper. he rolls his hips forward, into your spread legs, sluggishly grinding his clothed erection against your underwear. your body is warm, oh so needy for him. hot and bothered, squirming for more.

wolffe ducks his head to kiss your neck, gripping your jaw to tilt your face to the side for better access. he's demanding like that, moving you as he pleases instead of asking nicely. you whimper when he starts sucking on your feverish skin, and your hips push up from the bed in a desperate attempt to soothe the ache between your legs.

"fuck, you're soaked," he mutters, panting slightly. "you missed me that bad?"

your face flushes from the obvious judgment in his tone that questions how he already has you at his whim. you watch your own chest rise and fall as you stare at him through hazy, heavy-lidded eyes. his lips are red and swollen, a sign you're not holding back.

"it's been weeks," you whine. not just weeks since you've seen him—weeks since you could release the knot in your lower stomach, the heat coiling around the pulsing heartbeat that keeps you up at night. you could say you've been saving yourself for his return, but that would be denying all the times you tried to alleviate the ache yourself, slipping your fingers through your plush walls in the shower or right before you go to bed, thinking about him. all the times you tried, you failed.

wolffe peers down at you with amusement, clearly enjoying your desperation. his hand comes around the side of your face in a sweet caress, but you know it's his mean way of mocking you. he feigns sympathy as he says, "you poor thing..." and he kisses your forehead. you hold your breath when his lips start trailing down, until he's hovering right above your mouth again. he closes the distance just slightly, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"you have to learn how to please yourself," he chides, "i'm not always gonna be here to take care of you." he buries his face back into the crook of your neck to run his tongue over the dark patches starting to bloom.

you take a shaky breath, your voice meek and ashamed as you tell him, "i know...i tried..."

"did you, now?" he looks up, pressing your foreheads together to force your eyes back onto his. you stare up at him with a bashful, hesitant flutter in your lashes, nodding in response.

"a few times, but it didn't work," you admit quietly.

you avoid his darkening gaze as he imagines you all alone, touching yourself in this very bed, your mouth open to let out your moans—maybe even saying his name, too. but it's not enough, and he pictures your face flushed with frustration as you rub your swollen clit, cursing under your breath when your orgasm seems to retreat farther and farther away. imagining such a sight isn't enough, either.

"show me."

you shake your head. "mm-mm. i don't like it."

"oh, that's not true..." he holds your gaze as his hand slips under your panties. you gasp when he strokes your clit with his thumb, and he says, "you like that, hmm? right?"

"i..." you swallow the lump in your throat, squirming against him. he presses down your clit gently, his eyebrows raised in expectation. "finish your sentence," his expression seems to be saying.

"only when you do it," you whisper.

wolffe laughs drily under his breath. your lips part in another breathy response to his two fingers sinking into your pussy, sliding through so easily from how wet you are. you can already feel the difference, the way he fills you up and curls his fingers slowly, like he's trying to drag you forward on the inside. your head falls all the way back on the pillow, and you moan, "oh—right there..." but he doesn't need your instruction. he kisses you to shut you up, smirking when your mouth falls open against his lips as his fingers stretch you out in a scissoring motion. he opens you up wider, and you cry out at the third finger he pushes inside of you, going so deep that you feel his knuckles brush against your clenched walls.

"look at that," he says in a low voice, "not so hard, is it?" he drags your bottom lip out in a teasing suck before leaning down to kiss you harder, swallowing up your soft noises. your hips writhe, and your legs tremble, chasing his touch.

"wolffe—oh, wolffe, please—" you whimper.

"i'm here," he murmurs, "talk to me." he rubs your clit like a caress, relaxing your walls around his fingers. "you want my mouth, baby? is that it?"

"mhmm..." you nod desperately.

"use your words. you want my mouth?" he pushes his thumb against your clit, enunciating his words with his touch. "or not?"

"yes, please. i do."

wolffe nods in approval. "sounds like you learned some manners while i was gone."

rewarding you, he seals your mouth in a hungry kiss before his lips start moving down your body. his fingers slide out of you, soaked with your desire, but you know he's not going to leave you dangling on this edge. not when you're this close. his gaze pierces into you as he pops his fingers into his mouth, tasting you. his other hand drags down your panties, and you spread your legs for him to settle between them. you thread your hands through his soft hair, your touch contrastingly gentle while he grabs your hips, roughly pinning them down. you arch off the bed as he kisses your inner thighs.

his voice is muffled under the covers, but you hear him say, "missed this pretty pussy," under his breath. you wonder how these filthy words seem to drip off his tongue so easily, sweet and sticky like honey. he's too blunt for your own good. you feel absolutely ruined as his mouth latches onto you, licking up your wet center with an animalistic groan that rumbles through your bed. you also feel like he's fixed you, like he's cured you of the emptiness that's plagued you for so long. the bridge of his nose rubs against your clit, and you grind down on it, moaning at the pressure. you wrap your legs around his neck to push his face closer, still shaking all over despite his hands holding your body down firmly. he grunts in annoyance, but he doesn't stop when he hears your breath hitch and he feels your hands get tighter in his hair. he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. you whimper when he adds a finger inside, massaging you open as your pulsing gets wilder, more erratic. you're breathing faster, panting harder, and suddenly, something inside of you finally snaps, and you cry out, "wolffe!" as you come all over his face. he licks it right up, groaning at how long it's been for him, too, how long he's been waiting to feel you unravel like this.

"that's it," he praises, "let it out...just like that..."

his deep voice urges you through your release, and you breathe in and out, staring up at the ceiling as your spotty vision starts to clear. wolffe emerges from under the covers slowly and plants his arms around your body like a protective cage. he strokes the top of your head and kisses you, easing you back into reality. it's gentle and sweet, but your eyes flutter open to the sight of him smirking down at you, smug with the truth that you answer to his touch better than your own. his and his alone.

"think i'm ready for another," you mumble.

wolffe chuckles. "that's my girl..."

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Warning NSFW content containing, pussy eating and face riding ( first time writing nsfw because it's usually not my favorite but I have to share this idea )

Imagine any long haired man putting their hair in a tie before going down on you–they respect the meal you are gifted to them and intended to savor every taste, eating it–as if it's their last meal and would make eye contact with you, making sure you are still there. Cause he wants to see your reaction after he finishes hours later, with a new craving of you riding his face. You can't blame him, you just taste that good– you are better than any drug.

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