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concept: bucky didn’t know what he was signing up for when he agreed to let you be on top for once. it was his own fault, really.

pairing: bucky barnes x gn!reader

warnings: kind of sub!bucky but not really. daddy kink, reader is called bunny. bondage (bucky is tied up by rope to the bedpost). dirty talk, teasing (bucky calls reader a cu*t once). hand jobs, unprotected sex. creampie.

word count: 1.5k

from the writer: no one asked for this, but it’s all i thought about on my drive home from work — also it was written in two hours so there’s that lol

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

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Mouthy

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader (18+)

Summary: Anakin talks too much. Putting that mouth to work aside from talking is a blessing.

Word Count: ~800

A/N:I just know this man is a giver.

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Cuddling Your Werewolf

Hope you don’t mind fur on your clothes. Always.

Kisses will include tongue. More tongue. Did I forget tongue?

They lick you. Often.

Rubbing their face on your face. And your clothes. And your bed. They need to let the world know that you’re a bonded pair, okay? Can’t do anything unless you smell like them.

They often pick you up and hold you against their chest. You feel so safe and warm surrounded by all that muscle and fur.

Do you like being held? I hope you do because your werewolf loves to hold you. You are so small and cute to them.

When spooning, you’re probably the little spoon most of the time. But, please be the big spoon for your werewolf. They will love it. And will probably laugh at you when you sit back up and your face is covered with their fur.

Many accidental naps happen because you both get so cozy when you cuddle that you doze off.

But don’t worry, your werewolf is always there to wake you up with big, wet kisses.

Never Forgotten//

Vader x F!Reader/ Ch 8

(A/N: ILL BE OFF MY HURT COMFORT BINGE SOON DW, but the slow burn is finally starting to spark!!! also if u get a chance i’d love ur input on the question in the a/n at the end!)

SFW

You comfort Vader after his fight with Obi-Wan and he has some revelations

Warnings: cursing, nightmares, emotional trauma, injury description

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You requested he had at least a week to recover, which the emperor surprisingly agreed to. He needed to heal physically and emotionally.

You moved him to his room, which he never really got much use from. You spent each moment with him, letting him work through his thoughts, changing bandages, and just keeping him company. You wanted him to get better so he could be back to himself, but you enjoyed being able to spend time with him.

The more you were around him the more your heart hurt. You were beyond falling in love, now your heart was pained by how much you yearned for him. But everytime you were close to telling him how you felt, your fears of rejection and the unknown held you back. You didn’t know if your heart could handle it if he rejected you, so you settled for this limbo.

Presently, Vader was lying in his rarely used bed, pristine sheets covering his lower half. Today you helped him put on his arms since their repairs were finished, but you left his legs off because they needed more fine tuning. He was without his mask and left only in undergarments to allow his wounds to breathe. He slowly began providing details about his past and how he and his former master split.

“I tried to tell him that from my perspective, the Jedi were evil. They used me for years, they used him, but he didn’t want to hear it” Vader spoke from his bed as you walked around his room.

You understood their relationship was an intricate one, you understood Vader’s hatred of his old master, but you could also feel his pain. He truly cared for Obi Wan.

“After the incident on Mustafar, I could not rest until I found him. He did this to me. He took everything.”

You could see from his perspective and Obi-Wan’s. Anakin was taken advantage of and to him, Obi-wan ruined his life. But it was his own actions that led to many complications in his old life. And Obi Wan should have payed more attention to Anakin’s shift and been there for him, but he was only following his morals, just as Anakin was.

You walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, he stopped talking and met your gaze. The frustration and pain in his face subsided momentarily. He placed a metal hand on your forearm as you thought about how to comfort him. Slowly, but swiftly you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Well, I’m here if you need anything” you whispered, tightening your grip.

Vader was caught off guard. You were embracing him, comforting him. His heart began to flutter, thank the stars he wasn’t hooked up to the vital machine or else it would be beeping like crazy.

He slowly leaned into your touch and lightly placed his steel appendages around your waist. He relaxed and breathed in your calming scent. Lavender mint with a dash of sea breeze.

“Thank you, F/N” he said to you, as you rose from his side.

He debated risking it all just to tell you how ethereal you were. But he was too afraid. How could you come to love someone as vile as him. He was fearful of your response. He lost everything he held dear, he didn’t want to lose you too.

If he only knew.

You smiled at him, “always.”

The more time you spent with him the more you noticed the yellowish hues in his irises had subsided. What was left were the eyes of Anakin.

Your Ani.

You got back up and began meddling with some stuff on the desk. “Do you ever tire of being the fear striking Lord Vader?” You asked.

He laid his head back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling as he let out a sigh.

“I am contempt with my duties, though sometimes I tire of the cowardice everyone shows in my presence.”

You giggled, “Well you are pretty intimidating Ani. The first time we reunited you almost choked me to death”.

Though you were lighthearted with the statement, he cringed. That incident deeply troubled him, how could he do that to you?

His F/N.

“And for that I am more regretful than you know, F/N. I am truly sorry.”

He was beyond ashamed of the incident and quickly steered away from that conversation.

“Do you remember the soup my mother used to make?” Vader asked as you turned to face him.

“Of course I do! It was only the most delicious thing in all the galaxy! I especially liked when she’d shape the bread that went with it into tiny animals.” You beamed reminiscing about the delectable meal.

“Wow, I did not expect you to remember it so fondly.” Vader quipped.

“I remember Watto craved it so often he made me try to recreate it. Obviously I never could get it quite like the Shmi Skywalker” you responded.

He smiled to himself, this past didn’t hurt to remember.

“Oh! What was it? Do you remember what your mom used to say about us? she used to say it all the time” You asked, you remembered what she said, she said you two would be married. You always blushed when she would tease, but it made you feel happy every time she would. You just wanted to know if he remembered it.

He rested his hand over his mouth and laughed. “That I do. How could I forget, “Mrs. Skywalker” he teased.

You stopped in your tracks, he was always a smooth guy, but damn, you forgot how much of a tease he was. You blushed, but hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yes, she always did say we would be wed” he chuckled to himself.

Masking the excitement the best you could you agreed, “Yes! That’s it, that’s what she said! Haha, how could I forget? I mean we were the best looking pair in Mos Espa.” Now it was his turn to blush

“Indeed” he said, he could feel his lungs working overtime to compensate for his fast heart rate. He could feel himself wheezing.

You quickly picked up on his discomfort and grabbed an oxygen mask to place over his face. He thanked you and focused on regulating his breathing. You nodded and began to start the nightly routine of cleaning around his ports and rubbing the ointments into his skin.

This routine had become quite comforting for the both of you. He loved to feel your gentle hands over his battered body and you loved just to be close to him. __________________________________________

You spent the last two nights in his room, sleeping on a chair close to his bed so you could monitor him periodically throughout the night. The chair was not comfortable whatsoever, but you would sleep there if it meant helping him in any way. He seemed to have nightmares, but he never woke up because of them. But tonight was different.

Around midnight you were awoken by heavy breathing and thrashing. You cracked your eyes open and dimly saw Vader fighting in his sleep. This nightmare was different though, he was muttering a string of “No’s”and “Please’s”. You walked towards his bedside through the dark of the room, you began to sit by his side as he shot up.

He winced at the sudden movement and gasped when you placed a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he initiated the force to protect himself. You felt your air passage cutting off, before he noticed it was you. He immediately released his hold and began to pant, “sorry! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-“.

He was shaking violently, you didn't care about what just happened, you understood having instincts, nothing to apologize for. “It’s ok Ani, It was a dream, You’re ok”

You drew him into your chest as you held the back of his head with your hand. He desperately clung onto you and burrowed his face into you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he kept repeating.

You held him tight and ran a hand down his back soothingly, careful of the saber burn near his shoulders. You let him cry into you as you comforted him.

“It’s ok Ani, It’s ok.” You cooed as he began to calm down. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, tilting his face towards yours.

He hesitated before shaking his head. You were too pure to be burdened with his fears. You nodded and continued to hold him, his steel digits grasping at the fabric of your nightgown.

After he calmed down you began to head back to your chair before he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded. “C-could you lay with me?”

Of course you would. You would do anything for this man.

You nodded and hopped in under the covers next to him. You turned on your side to face him, but before you could roll all the way over you felt his tight embrace around you. He breathed you in and sighed into your hair. He felt safe.

“Ani, are you sure you’re alright?” You asked, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were clenched shut, but slowly softened and opened to look at you.

“Now that you’re here, I am.” He said once before closing his eyes again. You rested your head on his broad chest and welcomed his warmth. You felt happy. You provided him comfort and if you couldn’t be his love, at least you could be something to him.

After a while you shifted to having your foreheads touching. He had descended into sleep once more, but he still had a comfortable grip on you. You admired him secretly as you peeped open your eyes. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He was always a beautiful boy, even now just as he was.

Without thinking you tilted up to kiss his forehead. The sensation of his scarred face felt different on your soft lips, but it felt good nonetheless. You felt comforted by his presence. If you could just stay like this forever, playing house in your mind. You wanted this to be your new normal, you wanted-__________________________________________

On the other end of the kiss there was Anakin. He wasn’t fully asleep, he was waiting for the chance to gaze upon your sleeping face. Instead he felt your lips on his face.

Your lips.

He could have melted on the spot. There was such a tenderness to your kiss, he could feel the way your breath hitched once you backed away.

Were you nervous?

No, he’s the nervous one here.

Was it possible that you harbored similar feelings to his own? Could you care for him in the way he did for you?

No.

He couldn’t. He didn’t know if he could open himself up to love again. Yet he heard a small, distant voice in the back of his mind, “Go ahead, let her in, Ani.”

Padme.

She gave him her blessing to move on. She encouraged him to go to you.

He was free.

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(a/n: okok yes comfort overload, but i think i have an idea for the ending. Idk how i’m gonna intertwine it with the cannon end tho :/ ngl, i don’t wanna add luke and leia, but what do u guys think?)

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mornings with you

vander x reader

how lovely can one morning get?

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or else you will be blocked, gn!reader, fluffy things with vander, reader's got a little pudge on their body, i'll add more later but i think i got it all, suggestive bc vander. sleepy, domestic, very affectionate vander

Stillness engulfs the world and in the rare moments of the morning, nothing can be heard except the quiet sort of buzz from the neon signs, but this is when you wake. You’re sitting up in bed when you hear the buzz of signs whirr off and the sun isn’t quite in the sky. Running your hand down your face as you relish in the warmth beneath the covers and a glance at your side confirms that this morning is another one for the books.

Vander’s on his back, snoring softly with his hair obscuring some of his face and the rest of it is wildly thrown over the pillows. You smile, pressing a kiss on his squishy pec before sliding your legs out of the bed. The moment of looking for something to put on your feet is interrupted when an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back into the center of the bed. You can feel Vander dig his face into your side, nuzzling you softly, murmuring incoherently as he lays unconscious with his arms protectively wrapped around you. Rubbing your hands over his arm coaxes them to loosen their hold.

You turn, setting a pillow on your thigh and Vander naturally gravitates towards it. Slate eyes crack open and a wobbly smile surfaces as the man settles in your lap, closing his eyes and rumbling some sigh as your fingers run through his hair.

“S’early,” he slurs, still in the clutches of the sleep you thought he’d been in. “Stay ‘ere.”

You lean down, pecking his cheek and he turns, brushing his lips with yours, trying to lean forward for more, but you’re quietly giggling and sitting up as he pouts and sinks back into the pillow you’ve placed on your thigh.

“Alright.” your voice is soft and a lullaby to his tired mind. “We’ll sleep in a little longer.”

He hums his approval and you shift the pillow so that his head follows with it and you’d successfully extracted yourself from his arms. You know by now how to get out of his arms when he’s half-asleep and rasping for kisses,

It’s not until you’re halfway through making breakfast for the both of you when you feel that familiar warmth envelop your waist entirely and lips on your neck and shoulder briefly. You laugh quietly, feeling him sway on his feet slightly and you follow in suit, uncaring about the surprise being ruined when he’s as warm as he is and it’s still quiet this morning even as the sun shines itself over the fissures.

“You’re supposed to say in bed with me,” he rasps against your skin and the rough drag of his beard against your neck makes you hum, thoroughly pleased with being wrapped up in his arms. “Breakfast comes later.”

You smile, leaning your head back onto his chest while you shuffle food around the pan in front of you. “You know you wake up grumbling about breakfast.”

He sighs exasperated, a petulant sound that makes you smile wider as his fingers cup your jaw, “Then I’d eat you instead.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours.

The groan you earn from him when your mouth falls open and run your tongue along the roof of his mouth makes him shudder and press the stiffness in his groin against you. He pulls back and give him the same smile that he’d forced out of you from how clingy he’d been earlier in the morn’.

He opts for pressing kisses from your collar and up your neck, dragging his hands up the shirt that’s too large for you to rest on the pudge of your stomach. You blame him for it, but you’ve never been happier that he’s made you so carefree.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“My favorite.” you smile up at him.

He huffs, squeezing his arms around you. “Usually when you make breakfast for someone else, you’re supposed to cook their favorite.”

You don’t look at him, but he knows your smiling. He can hear it in your voice as he lets you go to grab a couple plates, “Who said this was for you?”

“If I wasn’t invited, then it was obviously a surprise for me, love.”

You laugh and the sound makes his heart lurch as you set the pan aside. He sets his arms on the counter, watching you rather than the plates of food that his stomach is hounding for. It can wait when such a pretty sound is all he hears in the stillness of the morning. He sets his hand on your cheek and presses a few lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

“You are too full of yourself.”

“Mm,” he hums against your temple, trailing kisses down your cheek. “So am I in charge of second breakfast?”

“We are not having second breakfast, again.” you tell him as you collect utensils. He takes plates and waits for you to lead so that he won’t have to push open a door. He mostly waits so that he can see you in his shirt at a better angle. “You’re trying to get me all soft around the middle like you.”

“You are soft so what difference does it make if you get any softer. I think you’re jealous.”

You snort, siding up with him on the couch and trading your p;ate for a utensil in a practiced manner you’ve been doing for years. “You’re going to make me all fat.”

He grins, stealing a piece of food off your plate and you jab him with the dull end of your fork. “Fat and happy.”

You tilt your chin up and kiss him, this time it’s longer and you fully enjoy the light scrape of his beard on your cheeks. “Good morning, my love.” you mutter against his mouth.

He lets you settle back into his side, both of you enjoying the morning hours and listening to the world begin to come to life. Everchanging is the world outside, but it’s still the same, always has been the same with Vander for years.

“Good morning, my darlin’.”