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.
the idea of aemond taking care of aegons wife because he believes that aegon is not fit to have the kingdom, nor have such a beautiful queen. it starts small, giving her small smiles as aegon embarrasses her at a feast, squeezing her hand after aemond drops his drunken body in their shared chambers, holding her while she cries as she bleeds for the sixth moon since she had married the king.
aemond has surely had enough when aegon’s first bastard is brought before court, he looks to his brother with a clenched fist. to aemond, aegon has everything. he cannot seem to understand how his brother could treat it as if it is nothing. so, at the battle of rook’s rest aemond goes to kill, he steers vhagar completely in the path of his brother, the fire coming out of his dragons mouth as he grits ‘dracarys’.
aemond cannot help but feel both remorse and satisfaction as he watches his brother fall from the sky with his dragon. aemond thinks to you, the way you await his brother with open arms, only to be met with disappointment. aemond will never disappoint you, he could never.
when he returns to the red keep he makes sure to find you before any of the others could, reaching you just as the maester makes his way to your door, “allow me, i think it is better to come from family.”
the maester shakes as he moves out of the prince’s way, aemond rejects all introductions deciding to instead place your head on his chest and giving you a sigh out of relief.
“my queen, there has been an accident.” you gasp, removing your head off of aemond’s chest, taking his hand in yours instead, “aegon’s dragon flew before dragon fire, both aegon and sunfyre descended rapidly.” aemond watches the tears form in your eyes with disgust, aemond is absolutely disgusted that you waste tears on his brother.
“i thank the seven you are well aemond, but aegon? is he-” you cut your own words off with a sob, choking on your cries as you start to fall to the floor. aemond catches you before your knees are able to hit the carpeted floor, pressing a kiss into your hair.
“we have not gotten word yet, my lovely. i pray he fairs, you do not deserve this kind of sadness.” aemond does not pray for his brothers health, no. he prays for you to never cry for aegon again. for you to forget he had ever existed, “but, we must think of the realm, decide what to do now that the king may never be able again.”
you cry at the thought, attempting to catch your breath as aemonds hands run through your hair, “what will we do, he has not sired a son, nor a daughter. i have failed, i have failed the realm.” you cry, hands flying by your side, completely separated from reality.
“calm, my lovely. we will figure it out, i promise you. i will not leave you, you will have me for as long as you want me.” aemond knows that his love for you transcends what you want, and no matter what he will be there, for you. always for you.
aemond leaves the room once you have calmed, he has fed you what he needed. he just needs you to accept him as prince regent before his mother, before the council. it is the last step for him to be where he needs, on the throne and within your arms.
it takes about half a moon of comforting you as you sit before his brother. holding your hand as you pray for aegon’s recovery. sleeping on the edge of your bed because you fear being alone. sneaking closer every night until you cannot sleep unless your head is resting on his bear chest. aemond begins dropping hints, sending the thoughts running through your mind every second you are awake.
doing his best to convince you it would be best for the realm to have an acting prince in its wake, that the realm deserves a true warrior on its throne. aemond starts mentioning the idea of annulment, to act as if your marriage with aegon had never happened, how much sorrow it brings him that you were never able to bore a child, how you might never be able to, given aegons condition.
it only takes a few more conversations until he overhears you and his mother talking over tea, “my sweet girl, you cannot be serious. what would the commoners think?”
“they would think i care for them, they deserve aemond just as much as he deserves the throne. how are they to be protected from rhaenyra when their king is unmoving, and sick. aegon cannot even speak, nor leave his bed!” aemond smiles to himself, he has done well.
alicent takes your hand, “you are the queen, you do as you see fit. i will back you, my girl.” you take alicent in your arms, crying into your shoulder. as you hug your good mother, your eyes connect with aemond, you do your best not to startle at his stare. aemond gives you a look before retreating back to his chambers.
you spend a moment longer with alicent before bidding her farewell. you make it all the way to aegons chambers before turning around, you walk past the study, your marital chambers, and the gallery before stopping in front of aemond’s room. you begin to remember how indecent this is, being alone in a room with aemond. before you can retreat to your chambers the doors open, to aemond. it is as if he sensed you were stood outside his room, fingers curling into themselves as you talk yourself out of knocking.
“my queen, come in.” you cringe at the title, chin tucking into a bow as you make your way into aemond’s chambers.
you notice almost immediately how much warmer his apartment is than yours, “i do not believe you will be calling me that for much longer, aemond.” you pout before looking back to him, “if i am not mistaken the throne is to be yours as long as you want it, prince regent.”
aemond almost lets out a whine when you call him by that, he has the throne. but, now he wants you, “and what do i have to do for you to be by my side?”
you open your mouth in shock, “aemond! it is indecent for you to talk to me in such a manner. i am your brothers wife, i should not even be here.” as you turn to leave aemond is on you, hand wrapping around your bicep, pulling you back in.
“and if i were to make you mine? using the throne to make you my wife, claiming you before ever thinking about the war. deciding you are to be mine before the seven, putting you above all. is that what you want, is that what you crave?” your eyes are welling up with tears, and that is what aemond craves. for your tears and attention to finally be on him.
“aemond, i simply cannot.” you whisper, allowing your tears to fall, “as much as i believe that i want to.” before your tears can grace your lower cheeks his lips meet them. stopping them before they can fall onto your pretty dress.
aemond pulls back, taking your face in his arms, “then give yourself to me, let me handle the rest. let your prince regent take care of you.”
your eyes close at the idea, pushing your cheeks into his warm hands, giving him the okay. he brings his hands as close as he can before bringing you in for a kiss. your eyes open in shock, you see his scrunched up as if he’s needed this. it takes you a moment to realize that you have too.
you allows his hands to travel down and grab you, squeezing you where he needs to, and feeling you everywhere. his hands move to the tie of your dress, unraveling until your bodice is sliding down your dress. aemond’s lips move to your neck, allowing him to kiss you there as he helps you step out of your dress.
aemond walks you toward his bed without letting go of you, laying you onto the bed before undressing himself. your eyes move up and down as you look at him completely bare, your face heats up when aemond catches you watching him. you avert your eyes the ceiling and await him.
before you know it aemond is on top of you, looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before. you think aemond is looking at you with love, but you couldn’t tell. you’ve haven’t been able to separate look of love from lust since you married aegon. as you reach for aemonds face he lowers himself between your legs and your eyebrows furrow, “what are you doing, aemond?”
“you’ll see, my lovely.” he smiles up at you before his mouth touches you. he kisses your cunny in the same fashion he kissed your lips, and you cry out in a way you’ve never cried out before. you’ve never felt something like this before, the rush of blood to your neck,and the heavy feeling of your eyelids. your hands grab at his hair, threading it between your fingers.
right before the band in your stomach is about to snap his mouth leaves between your legs, “what?”
your dreary eyes meet his as he now hovers over you, “i want us to finish, together.” without speaking anymore aemond positions himself at your entrance. aemond kisses you with an open mouth as he pushes in, and you’ve never felt so full.
“aemond!” you moan, grabbing at his face as your legs lock around his hips, “oh my- aemond.”
he groans back, your hands slide up his face before they reach the back of his head. your fingers work on the tie of his eye patch, removing it the moment it is untied. he stops his thrusts when you throw the eye patch across the room. for the first time in aemond’s life he does not feel like he has to hide. aemond does not fell as if his lost eye makes him weak, as if it makes him hideous.
as you look up at his eye and rock your hips into his, he feels completely himself. as he continues his thrusts he bends back down to kiss you, and he feels proud, “i will make you mine. why do you need to his queen? when you could be mine? you will bear my children, mine. you’re mine.”
all you can do is whine back, “yours, my prince” and moan into his lips as he speaks against you, “he never made me feel as you do, im yours.”
“say it, call me your king. call me yours.” aemond responds as his pace quickens. aemond grabs your cheeks with his left hand, thumb squeezing into you, “now.”
“you’re mine, my king, my king. you will sit atop the throne, you will rule.” you breathe out as he becomes more sporadic, he moans in response. you feel connected with aemond in a way you’ve never felt in your life. loved.
aemond can feel your squeeze, and he knows he’s close too. his eye closes and you’re met with his lovely sapphire stone. your fingers touch around his eye, “let go, aemond.”
you clench around him and feel his warmth coat you, you cry out as you finish after him. aemond lands on top of you, without removing himself from your he settles, “my first act as prince regent, i meant to talk to you of this.”
lead guitarist!eddie munson au except it’s her living be my mistake by the the 1975 (as the girlfriend he loves but for some reason just cannot act right) because he’s a little bit matty healy evil??????
steve harrington was never the kind of guy who believed in god, he was forced to go to church by his mother growing up and started to resent it as he had gotten older. but steve 100% prayed to god every night once you became involved in the upside down.
the first time steve ever prayed out of his own will was when you were in the bus as the demo dogs rushed toward him. he prayed to god that they wouldn’t go anywhere near the abandoned bus, anywhere near you. he prayed for you while he was tied up by the russians, prayed that if anything happened to him that you would remain safe, remain protected. steve thinks it’s bad, that the only time he prays is for you, the only time he might think god is on his side is when you return safely in his arms.
steve starts to think god is realizing what he’s doing as he watches you levitate in the air before him, vecna invading your mind. queen is blasting from every speaker he can find, he looks around and avoids eye contact when he gets onto his knees, “steve, what are you doing?”
steve ignores dustin, bringing his clasped hands above his heart, steve begs to god to bring you back to him. asks him why it had to be you, asks why he couldn’t have been the one to be in the air dancing between life or death, “i will do anything, i will be good if you let her come back to me. just please god bring her back to me.” dustin and lucas are awestruck watching steve pray before you. they had never known him to be a religious man and if they were to ask, he wasn’t.
“steve! steve!” lucas shouts pointing up at you.
with his eyes closed steve shoos him away, “don’t you see i’m trying to do something here, man?”
“steve it’s y/n, look!” steve eyes move back up to you, your eyes opening as you start to shoot back down.
steve makes it to you before you fully hit the ground, he holds you as you try and regain your breath. you lay against steve listening to his whispers, “thank you god. thank you!”
your hand is laying atop steve’s arm that is holding you tightly against him, and steve starts to wonder if maybe god is listening to him, maybe if he keeps praying everything would work out.
summary: ever since the riddler started terrorizing gotham your boyfriend has forgotten his devotion.
warning(s): SMUT! unprotected pinv (its battinson so we ball), fingering, all the good stuff. the black eye shadow STAYS on!!
ever since the riddler had started his reign over gotham you had only seen glimpses of your boyfriend. you'd only been able to feel the dip in the bed and his arms wrapping around your waist in the deep hours of the night.
it was well past two am when you make your way down to the basement where bruce has been spending most of his nights. your silk pajamas are doing little to nothing to defend the cold that was biting your skin when the elevator doors open.
you find bruce hunched over his desk eyes scanning his monitors, you wrap your arms around yourself as you make your way toward him arm reaching out to grab his bicep when you're close enough.
when your hand makes contact with bruce he jumps, head jerking to face you, "jesus, baby. what're you doing up?"
you frown and move to stand next to him, body pressing against his, "i couldn't sleep without you. miss you."
you can see the faint smile that bruce is wearing, his eyes moving across your face before landing on your lips, "go back up to bed, i'll be up soon."
before his lips can reach yours you take three fingers pressing against his lips stopping him from kissing you, "come up with me bruce. do you even remember the last time you touched me?"
bruce's hand wraps around your wrist lowering it from his mouth as you whine, "you know i do. once the riddler is gone, i'm all yours. promise, have i ever broken a promise?"
you shake your head, "but, i want you now bruce." you press your body further into him, rolling your hips against the side of his hip, "don't you want me? i've missed you so much bruce." you reach onto your tippy toes to kiss against his jaw. bruce's hands move to your hips stopping their movements against him.
"stop, i have work to do-" you cut bruce off by sliding down his stomach before reaching the bulge that was forming in his jeans, gently palming him. you look up to bruce, making contact with his closed eyes, black eye shadow smeared over his face.
as if something snaps bruce grips your hand and moves it to rest on the desk, followed by your other, bruce moves you to be completely bent across his desk. forcing you to surrender yourself to him, "how did i ever let you fall asleep alone, huh? such a sweet girl, right?"
you smile as bruce mocks you, pulling down your sleep shorts, "i just missed you so much." you repeat, hand moving to reach behind you and hold his.
his right hand envelopes yours as his left works circles around your clit, making you breathe out and grip his hand harder, "i mean- jesus, were you already wet when you came down here?"
you nod against the table, moaning when he eases a finger into you, curling with each thrust, "it's okay, baby. i missed you too."
you gasp as bruce adds a second finder, back arching off of the table as he continues to move his fingers in and out of you. you were desperate for anything bruce was willing to give you. at this point you think you would have been satisfied with anything, "bruce, i'm close."
your words are breathless, eyebrows furrowing in a cry as bruce removes his fingers from you, "why?"
"not yet, i want to cum with you." your nod is barely there but bruce notices, of course he does. he removes his right hand from yours and you hear his belt buckle clicking and the sound of his jeans being pulled down his thighs.
if your mind hadn't been completely clouded with thoughts of him you might've laughed at the urgency of everything, "i never realized how much i've spoiled you, y/n. you really do get everything you want, and who gives that to you?"
"you." you breathe out, turning to look back at him, "you, brucie."
bruce murmurs a quiet 'ready' before pushing himself into you. you cry out at the stretch, "shit, you're so tight."
bruce stilled for a moment to let you adjust against him, your hips start to move against him and he takes it as his sign to move. bruce moves his left hand to splay across your back while the right grips your hip.
bruce sets a pace that has you pressing your forehead against the desk, curling your fingers down at the sensation, "god, baby. how was i ignoring this. you went to bed this wet every night?"
all bruce gets in return are the moans that are leaving your lips, occasionally given a gasp when he reaches the spot inside of you only he can.
you start of move your hips against his, chasing the high you've been wanting for so long, "calm down, baby. i got you. i'll take care of you, i always do." bruce squeezes your hip as he reaches down to circle your clit.
you clench around him hard when he starts his assault on your neck, body completely draped over yours, his entire body weight rested on your back, "i love you, bruce." you manage to get out, eyes fluttering open to look down at him.
"i love you," he whispers back hand moving from your hip into your hair, caressing as his thrusts get more frantic, "i know you're close. let go."
at his words you clench around him, coming completely undone with his breath down your neck, hand in your hair. not long after you come, you feel bruce stand back up with his hands holding your hips, thrusts becoming faster and slopper, "inside?"
you nod, giving him the permission he already knew he had, his final thrust was hard, holding you close as he came inside of you. after a moment bruce pulled out of you, causing a whine to leave your lips.
bruce pulls your pajama shorts back up your legs and pats your hips, signaling for you to stand on wobbling legs as he pulls up his own, "are you okay?"
"perfect." you smile wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him before continuing, "ready to go to bed."
bruce smiles toward you wrapping his arm around your waist while moving you to walk beside him, "okay, i have to shower first though." bruce pauses for a moment, squeeze your side, "do you want to join me?"
summary: anakin was all you had ever known, which is why lord vader is all you want.
wc: 1131
warnings: force sensitive!reader, like on use of y/n, manipulation, ooc!vader maybe (100%), plant girlie forever, loneliness.
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the sound of your footsteps are followed by those of the storm trooper who is tasked with accompanying you to all of your endeavors. all echoing off of the quiet walls of fortress vader as you make your way toward the next gardening room, "do you know why our gardens are kept within the walls?"
your questions falls amongst deaf ears as they usually do, "it is because the climate of our home is far too harsh to house such beautiful beings, such lively plants."
the storm trooper stares ahead opening the door for you, "i am thankful of my lord husband. he made sure to give me the garden i had always dreamed of."
you smile softly reaching down to pick a yara plant leaf off of the trees stem, "the leaf of a yara plant is beneficial to all. and the bright color is beautiful, is it not?"
"i think these might be the last of what i need." you drop the leaf into the basket that is being carried by the storm trooper, almost overflowing with the plants you wish to bring back to your study, "no! i meant to grab two of the fire pineapple. they were quite popular on my home planet. have you ever had the pleasure?"
his silence, one that would usually keep you content, is starting to create bubbles of displeasure within your stomach. your keep coming to a complete stop, "i wish for a conversation. not for your silence."
you look toward the storm trooper beside you, "i cannot provide that for you, my lady."
"and why is that? i am sure my husband would be delighted to hear of the trouble you have brought me." the storm trooper shakes his head at your words, making your eye brows furrow, "what is it?"
"i am here under the orders of lord vader, ma'am-"
"and i am his lady therefore you are under my order, and i order you to converse with me." you state, eyes turning away as you start to make your way down the corridor.
just as you reach the third door to the gardening room you are stopped by the all too familiar voice buzzing through your head.
come to me, wife.
"my husband calls to me. i must return to our chambers." you say to the trooper, completely changing your direction.
the walk to your room is quick, feet moving quickly with the excitement of seeing your lord husband. your sworn trooper opens the door for you, "thank you."
as you take the basket from your hold and cross the threshold to your room, you are immediately met by the mask of your husband, "my lord."
you smile as he brings a hand toward you, taking it with pleasure, "my wife."
you place the basket on the dresser by the door as you husband leads you to the chairs sat before the fire place. you find your place in the seat beside him, watching the lava bubble from where you sit.
"what troubles you, y/n?" you snap your head to face him, eyes wide as you look at him in shock, "i have felt it all day, share it with me."
you open and close your mouth before deciding to speak, "it is nothing grand. nothing for you to worry about, beloved."
"but, it is. share it with me, now."
"it is just that i have felt lonely as of late." you swallow looking back toward the fireplace, "i know that i have you, and i am always grateful for all you do but-"
"yet you want more." he breathes, and for a moment all that is heard is your husbands breathing.
"it is not more that i want. do you remember when we hosted lord carque and his wife?" you pause waiting for his answer, continuing when he fails to respond, "i had such a great time, walking my gardens with her, dining with the couple. i am not asking for more, just a friend."
his head turns toward you, now looking into the eyes of his mask, "they could not be trusted. their alliance to the emperor was poor. we cannot trust those outside of our home."
"then why do those within our home treat me with nothing but silence? why must i have a storm trooper at my side for most of the day?" you question, shocking yourself with defiance.
"you know i only wish to protect you-"
you cut the dark lord off, "but, i can protect myself. you know i am one with the force. if only you would let me practice it" you swallow, "freely."
stand.
you are on your feet quickly, walk to me.
kneel.
you are bent before him, hands resting on his thighs atop his gloved hands, "my wife. we have spoken of this before, we are no longer young. the galaxy is not what it was. hm?"
"you are right. it is not, but maybe if you were to let me-"
darth vader stops you with his hands engulfing your face, "it is the things i do to protect you. to keep you safe. when i built this fortress, it was for you. the gardens, are they not to your liking?"
"they are, my lord. but-"
"and the storm troopers. do they not keep you from danger?" he asks, thumb running against your cheek.
"they do." you state eyes softening.
"and do i not give you enough of my time?"
"you do. you give me all of your time." darth vader nods, hands grabbing yours to move you to his lap.
you sit atop your lord husband, head resting against his shoulder as your thumbs caress his hands, "all i do is for you. your safety is my top priority. and allowing others into our life will bring nothing but liabilities. you understand this, don't you?"
you sigh before answering, "i do understand, my lord. it is just that-"
with a rub of your hip he is speaking again, "you are all i think of, my love. as i speak of planning, i am planning not just for war. but, for you to live in safety. when i walk the halls, i am planning how to make them better for you. you do not need anyone else when you have me."
"i- i know." you feel the guilt creep in, the fear of not making your husband feel as wanted as he is.
for a while, you sit with your husband in the silence of your home. listening to the crackle of the lava before you, eyes trained on the red substance before your husband speaks, "we have all we need here, in our home. it still stay that way, forever."
