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happy december my pookies ! to start off this holiday season , i've compiled a list of romantic otp tags inspired by quotes from bianca sparacino's books that i'll be sharing with you today .

below the cut there are 50+ tags for you to choose from , all categorized under different tropes [ e.g. friends to lovers , unrequited lovers , etc . ] feel free to use them as inspiration & edit them to fit your own ships . a like & reblog would be greatly appreciated ! enjoy the list ♡

💗 GENERAL SHIP . ⇢ in a world of billions, i found you ⇢ dive into my soul ⇢ love was always meant to be soft & tender ⇢ you don't forget people who made you believe in something rare ⇢ you chose me as confidently as i chose you ⇢ my safe place & biggest adventure ⇢ you make my soul feel at home ⇢ you inspired me to complete myself ⇢ it's okay to be who you are with me ⇢ no person is sent to you by accident ⇢ attraction is flesh & connection

💗 PAST RELATIONSHIP / ENEMIES TO LOVERS . ⇢ i lost myself loving you for years ⇢ someone else is going to fall in love with your light ⇢ i hope you find the love you deserve ⇢ even beautiful things end ⇢ can i do anything to fix us ? ⇢ we walked away from something soft & hauntingly real ⇢ you hurt & turned me into someone i'm not ⇢ you left me better than when you found me ⇢ i forgave you & i forgave myself ⇢ i'll find a way back into your tenderness ⇢ i hid all the unlovable parts of myself for you ⇢ maybe the happy ending is moving on ⇢ you made me beg for your heart ⇢ you're a wound that never closed ⇢ a beauty i touched is a stranger to me now ⇢ learning how to forgive the past ⇢ maybe my journey now isn't about love ⇢ i was asking love from the wrong person

💗 UNREQUITED / FORBIDDEN LOVE . ⇢ i'd risk everything for love ⇢ i can't love you into being ready ⇢ almost happy . almost valued . almost chosen ⇢ i was lucky enough to love you ⇢ leaving is an act of love , too ⇢ sometimes , hearts don't align ⇢ the timing is not wrong ; the love is wrong ⇢ love will not save you ⇢ maybe in another lifetime ⇢ my heart is tender & worn out ⇢ grief is the most honest reflection of love ⇢ i exist in this world without you now ⇢ you only loved the idea of me

💗 FRIENDS TO LOVERS . ⇢ be soft & gentle with my heart ⇢ i opened my heart for you ⇢ it's okay to be who you are with me ⇢ i saw my entire soul in you ⇢ you make my stomach buzz with an electric kind of happiness ⇢ we got lucky enough to exist at the same time ⇢ i saw cemeteries within me yet you saw gardens ⇢ we're the lucky ones who beat the odds ⇢ you saw me & you stayed ⇢ you introduced me to a softer version of your heart

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wiintersoldierrps · 3 months ago

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— BOUND BY FORCE ✧

pairing: suitless!vader x force sensitive!reader

word count: 1.8k

an: there's no plot, just smut; listen; writing this while high was probably a mistake but here we are :) enjoy! (Same reader as my other suitless pieces! Loosely based off a birthday present I got)

warnings: sexual content (that’s it—pure smut), sexual use of a light saber, uh, yeah—sorry!! I’m bad at warnings. 18+ onlyyyyy.

I didn't know the force could do that. Or rather—I didn't know that my supernova could force…the force into whatever this was.

My saber—hilt pressed against my cunt with a pressure I couldn't possibly move from if I tried, the vibrations from the crystal inside sending waves of pleasure through me that bordered on torture. Myself? Pinned to the bed by invisible bonds. My supernova? Watching with a gleam in his eye, one that I'd seen more and more of—the hunger, the need. For me.

"Is this what you wanted when you taunted me earlier?" His voice was low, dangerous—that voice he used when interrogating prisoners, except now it held something darker, hungrier. "Showing off for those Imperial officers like you didn't belong to me?" He intensified the vibration with a subtle movement of his fingers, making me gasp as the crystal's energy pulsed harder.

"I didn't—" My protest died as the hilt pressed harder, the metal cold against my heat. I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan.

"Liar," he growled, stalking closer to the bed. The volcanic atmosphere of Mustafar made his skin glow with sweat, highlighting every perfect muscle, every battle scar that only enhanced his beauty. His golden-rimmed eyes burned with intensity in the dim light, those impossibly long lashes framing them as they focused entirely on me. His full lips curved into a predatory smile as he said, "I felt it through our bond. The way you enjoyed their attention." With each word, the vibrations from the saber hilt intensified, the kyber crystal humming with dangerous energy that he manipulated with precise control.

He was jealous. My supernova, my Vader, jealous over pathetic Imperial officers who couldn't even sense the Force. The realization sent a spike of heat straight to my core, and I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped.

"There it is," he murmured, satisfaction coating his words. "The truth."

His gloved hand traced up my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't feel every flutter of excitement through our bond?" His fingers replaced the saber hilt, which clattered to the floor as he settled between my legs. "Did you think I wouldn't punish you for it?"

The invisible bonds holding me tightened momentarily, a reminder of just how helpless I was.

"Anakin—"

"That's not my name anymore," he snarled, but the Force rippled around us at the sound of it. Even now, even after everything, that name still held power over him. Over us.

"Vader," I corrected, watching his eyes darken further. "My lord."

That pleased him. I felt his satisfaction surge through our bond as his gloved fingers circled my entrance, teasing but never giving me what I wanted. The leather was cool against my heated skin, a delicious contrast that made me arch against my restraints.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, leaning down until his breath ghosted across my neck. "Beg for it."

"You," I gasped as his teeth found my pulse point. "Please—"

"Please what?" His mechanical hand cupped my breast, the metal warmed by his skin but still cooler than human flesh. "Use your words, little witch."

I struggled against my invisible bonds, desperately trying to gain some friction, some relief. "Fuck me," I managed, the words barely a whisper. "Please, I need you."

His answering chuckle reverberated through my chest as his lips trailed down, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. Claiming me, marking me as his.

"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured against my skin before surging up to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss.

The Force bonds loosened just enough for me to wrap my legs around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance. One swift thrust and he was inside me, filling me completely. The feeling of him stretching me, claiming me, pulled a moan from deep in my throat that he swallowed with another kiss.

"Mine," he growled against my lips as he set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing me further up the bed. The Force bonds tightened again, holding me exactly where he wanted me. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasped, the word breaking on a particularly deep thrust. "Only yours."

His real hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while his mechanical one wrapped loosely around my throat—not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of his power, of how completely I was at his mercy. How completely I'd given myself to him.

The pressure built, a supernova forming in my core as he hit that perfect spot with each thrust. Through our bond, I could feel his own pleasure spiraling, feeding into mine until it was impossible to tell where he ended and I began.

"Come for me," he commanded, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. "Now."

My body obeyed instantly, waves of pleasure crashing through me as my vision went white. I felt him follow a moment later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me with a growl that sounded suspiciously like my name—my real name, not my call sign.

The Force bonds dissolved as he collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest with possessive arms. His heartbeat thundered under my ear, gradually slowing as we both caught our breath.

"Still want to flirt with Imperial officers?" he asked after a moment, his tone lighter now, almost teasing.

I traced a finger along one of the scars on his chest, feeling him shiver beneath my touch. "If this is the punishment, I might have to do it more often."

His answering laugh rumbled through his chest, and for a moment, he wasn't Darth Vader, feared enforcer of the Emperor. He was just mine, and I was his, and the Empire, the Jedi, all of it could burn around us for all we cared.

"Don't push your luck, little witch," he murmured into my hair, but there was no heat behind the words. Just contentment, rare as starlight in our world of fire and darkness.

But contentment never lasted long for us. Not with the Emperor's shadow always looming.

His comm chimed, an unwelcome intrusion into our sanctuary. I felt his annoyance spike through our bond as he reached for it.

"Ignore it," I whispered, trailing my fingers down his chest, lower.

"You know I can't," he replied, but made no move to answer, instead watching my hand's descent with renewed interest. "It could be important."

"More important than this?" I asked, wrapping my fingers around his length, already half-hard again. The Force hummed between us, dark and eager.

For a moment, I thought he'd give in. But then he caught my wrist, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my palm. "Duty first, little witch. Then pleasure."

I huffed, flopping back against the pillows. "The Emperor has the worst timing."

"He does it on purpose," Vader muttered, reaching for the comm. "He knows."

That thought should have horrified me, but instead, it just fueled the darkness that had been growing in me since we'd first given in to this. Let Palpatine know. Let him see that he couldn't control everything about his apprentice. That some parts of Anakin Skywalker still existed, buried beneath Vader's armor, and they belonged to me.

"Go on," I said with a wicked smile, gathering the sheets around me. "Answer your master. Tell him you'll be there soon."

His eyes narrowed at my tone, sensing the mischief in my mind. "What are you planning?"

Instead of answering, I reached for him through the Force, wrapping that invisible energy around his cock, giving it the slightest squeeze. His breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise before darkening with desire.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, even as his body responded to my touch.

"Maybe," I conceded, the Force caressing him more firmly now. "But I think you like it dangerous."

The comm chimed again, more insistent this time. Vader glared at it, then at me, conflict warring on his features. "I have to answer."

"So answer," I shrugged, not releasing my Force-grip. "I'll just stay quiet right here."

He shot me a look that promised retribution even as he activated the comm. "Lord Vader," he answered, voice remarkably steady despite the way I was stroking him through the Force.

"My apprentice," the Emperor's voice slithered through the device. "I require your presence immediately. There has been a... development with the Rebel Alliance."

I increased the pressure of my Force-touch, watching Vader's jaw clench with the effort of maintaining his composure. The darkness in me thrilled at the power I held in this moment—over the man who held the galaxy in a choke-hold.

"Of course, my Master," Vader responded, his eyes locked on mine, promising exquisite punishment later. "I will depart immediately."

"See that you do," Palpatine replied, suspicion coating every syllable. "And bring your... companion. Her skills may be of use."

The comm clicked off, and for a moment, silence reigned in our chambers. Then Vader was on me, pinning me to the bed with his physical strength this time, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and desire.

"You think yourself clever," he growled, his mechanical hand wrapping around both my wrists, restraining them above my head. "Challenging me in front of him."

"Maybe I just wanted to remind you both who you come back to," I replied, arching against him despite his hold. "Who you choose, every single time."

His expression softened for just a fraction of a second before the darkness claimed him again. "And you think this little demonstration proves something?"

"I think," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him closer to where I wanted him, "that we have to leave soon, and you're still hard, and I'm still wet, and the Emperor can wait five more minutes."

The laugh that escaped him then was so unexpected, so genuine, that for a moment I glimpsed the man he had been before—the Jedi Knight, the hero, the man who knew how to laugh. It was gone in an instant, replaced by predatory desire as he positioned himself at my entrance once more.

"Five minutes," he agreed, thrusting into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. "And then we answer the summons."

"Yes, my lord," I gasped, surrendering to the rhythm he set—hard, fast, desperate.

The Force swirled around us, amplifying every sensation as he claimed me once more, marking me as his before we had to return to being what the galaxy needed us to be—the Emperor's enforcer and his shadow assassin.

But here, in these stolen moments, we were just us—dark and twisted and perfect together.

And if sometimes, when he was buried deep inside me, I still caught glimpses of blue behind the gold in his eyes? Well, that was our secret. One that not even the Emperor, with all his power, could take from us.

The darkness was ours to command, and in it, we found our own kind of twisted light.

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