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possession · anakin skywalker x f!reader

hello there, @snippy-tano! i tried to do something different here, still respecting the core of your prompt and i wholeheartedly hope you enjoy this one, dear!

synopsis: you broke free from a cult a while ago. your leader - and ex-lover - wants you back.

⚠️ the jedi temple in this fic is a literal cult. ⚠️ this is a modern, no powers!au fic set in the 70s bc i’ve always wanted to write something set in that decade. even though this is very much a dubcon work, i still feel like it deserves the dead dove do not eat tag, as cults are a delicate subject and there’s a scene featuring a very inebriated reader and a very sexually eager cult leader!anakin. huge, blaring trigger warnings for drug abuse, manipulation, coercion, psychological abuse and many other toxic behaviors cult leaders are known for having. if you're a minor, stay away!

i lowkey think this would also work so well as an obi-wan fic but anakin was also very, very fun to write in this context. feel free to send me prompts involving him or obi anytime you like (i might take a bit long to write but maybe you’ll think it’s worth it!)

word count: 6.599 (shit that’s long!)

When you left the Jedi Temple, you felt like the world as you knew it before turned upside down. To put it in more precise terms, you felt like an unfrozen comic book hero that came back from the realm of the unconscious.

You’ve spent seven years of your life with little contact to the mundane world outside of what Anakin allowed you and the other members of the Temple to see, hear and taste. Your entire existence revolved around him and his needs - after all, Anakin Skywalker was The Chosen One. The Force itself, that mysterious energy field that binds the galaxy and all members of the Jedi Temple together in its arduous mission to bring peace, equality and compassion to an increasingly unfair, unequal and war-torn world, chose him to lead you. So how could you say no to such a noble mission?

And what a mission that was. Seeing yourself in a mirror after all you’ve been through without the rose-colored glasses sponsored by Anakin’s constant and almost mantra-esque praise to you was quite something.

Your body was begging for rest in every possible way - your hair had stopped growing, giant dark circles had formed under your eyes and you didn't even have time to eat properly among so many tasks that were assigned to you on a daily basis, resulting in a drastic change on how you looked. During your time under Anakin’s watch, you were PR, secretary, cook, coordinator, supervisor, presenter, confidant, administrator and one of his many lovers; the amount of titles growing every day while no kind of worldly remuneration appeared as a reward.

Thinking about Anakin still stirred so many difficult and confusing feelings inside you. He supposedly loved you more than anything else in the world, yet still brought so many other women to his bed. You were his and only his, yet your body was often the bargaining chip he offered in some of his treasured, nefarious deals with politicians, bankers and other powerful men like him, which you accepted gracefully to please him. And Lord, how you yearned to please him in any and every way you could. This feeling was the only one you were able to discern clearly out of so many that disappeared in the mental fog of overwork.

He was beautiful, even more dashing when his attention was directed entirely to you. His compliments meant more, his touches were more eager, his smiles wider when you did everything you could for his cause.

There were days you only thought about the good aspects of your past life - and there were days the only memories that pierced your mind were the bad ones. Yet it’s kinda funny how almost a year later after you left he is still the center of all these thoughts.

Even if your current life is stable, calm and fairly easy. Even if your current partner is an angel who does treat you like they indeed love you. Even if you made them a promise you would never, ever look back.

Anakin, as always, makes things way harder than they really need to be.

The weight of loving Anakin and his community became too heavy to bear for you and your partner around the same time, for widely different reasons that coincided with a period of growing closeness between you. The fact that what drew you to your current significant other was precisely how much they reminded you of Anakin made you worry about the future you were building together from the start, yet Anakin was an addiction you always knew you wouldn’t break free from easily.

(Better to wean off in gradually smaller doses than to quit cold turkey.)

Another thing you always knew was that your partner would adapt to this new life much easier than you did, as they weren't as loyal to the cause as you were. They found new friends that also became your friends, yet at dinners and parties you always felt a little more out of place than them. Your jokes didn’t quite land, you were never the funniest or smartest on the table, not even for a minute, despite how hard they always tried to make you feel included. It’s always been like that for you, really, except for the time you were there.

With Anakin. By his side.

The feeling of belonging somewhere, especially when accompanied (or led) by a beautiful, well-spoken and ambitious man is a hell of a drug. A drug strong enough to numb the rage within you brought by the memories of the alienation and paranoia spiral he instilled in you constantly. The memories of the countless sleepless nights you’ve spent dealing with Anakin’s coke-fueled persecution complex. The unspeakable things he had you do to prove you were by his side and not against him and the cause.

A drug strong enough to make you accept a specific invitation.

At the beginning of a certain day, a stranger bumped into you while you walked into the street and left a piece of paper in your coat’s pocket. Classic Temple method of sending a message. However, instead of the usual threats and condemnations for leaving the community, you find something else entirely new.

Anakin wanted to speak to you. Alone.

You’d go just to get some much needed closure for what you went through by his side. Just that. Close this chapter of your life once and for all. After all, what harm could a simple conversation do?

You felt horrified that you still found yourself wondering what he’d think of you now; deep down you were afraid of him giving up on you entirely even though you truly didn’t want to be part of his mess anymore. Yet not having a door open to his path anymore frightened you to your core because even with its hundred million flaws, you still saw the Temple as a place you belonged in.

You feared that feeling in itself. Every decision it made you take. All the euphoria it still, regrettably and shamefully, brings you.

Your partner notices you growing more silent by the day as the calendar approaches the fateful date. Your mind was in a complete state of turmoil. You left the Temple months ago, determined to start a new life for yourself, one free from the darkness that had consumed you before. But despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the memories of what had transpired between you and Anakin, or the longing you felt for the leader who had shown you for the first time, even if in his own twisted way, what it was like to have an entire community to go back to, one that appreciated you.

You feel a familiar flutter in your stomach, a mix of anticipation and fear that you couldn't ignore every time you think a little too much about Anakin's intense gaze and commanding presence. What would he say when he saw you? Would he be angry at you for leaving, or would he welcome you back with open arms? And more importantly, why would you even want to be welcomed back?

As you sat across from each other at the dinner table night after night, your partner couldn't help but notice the faraway look in your eyes. You seemed to be lost in thought most of the time, and your change in behavior coincided with the growing feeling you shared that you were being spied on by Temple’s members everywhere you went. Your partner, more than anyone else, knew what the Temple meant to you, and that leaving it behind had been a difficult and painful process for you both, but they couldn't help but feel frustrated that they couldn't seem to reach you.

And, dreadfully, that they know the reason why.

August 31st, 1979

As you drove to the address indicated in the now crumpled piece of paper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous, reprehensible excitement building within you. It had been so long since you had felt this kind of intensity, this kind of connection to something greater than yourself. The memories of your time in the cult - your partner made sure to repeat this word to you as often as they could - flooded back to you, and you felt a sense of longing and belonging that you hadn't felt in a very long time.

But beneath the surface of your excitement, there was also a deep sense of fear and trepidation. You knew what Anakin was capable of, how he could push you to your limits and beyond. You remembered all the pain and all the humiliation, the sense of being stripped down to your very core. But even as these memories surfaced, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the system who had once held such power over you. You knew that what you were doing was dangerous, that you were walking a fine line between ecstasy and the destruction of everything you’ve built away from his grasp. But as you approach the place where you’ll meet him, you feel a sense of inevitability wash over you. You were in too deep, and there was no turning back now.

The few Temple members always present by Anakin’s side - you know them too well, after all, most of them also shared the same bed you slept on most nights - all welcome you with a disarming kindness that the outside world and its people just can’t match, even with the many hurtful words that were exchanged when you and your partner left. The outside world could never match such selflessness and forgiveness. This realization breaks your heart so strongly you swear you can feel it physically. Did I do wrong by leaving? Is it too late to have it all back? Why am I questioning myself over my safe, sane, final choice?

Padmé, Sabé, Ahsoka, they’re all wide smiles, lighthearted jokes and they exude a strong feeling of happiness for having you, even if for a short while, around them again. Despite an initial distrust from your part that manifested itself through curt words, you eventually engage in lively chatter with the girls like nothing between you ever changed. You talk about everything and nothing at the same time as you all tried to avoid the elephant in the room: the reason you were there.

Your smile falters when Padmé hands you a white, delicate, flimsy gown that leaves you feeling way more exposed than you’ve ever been since you left. She notices your discomfort and places a hand on your shoulder. “This is all about healing. We’re so happy you’re back.”

This specific dress is only used by women who go through The Rebirth. A private ceremony between the Temple’s leader and a follower that promises to bring the follower closer to the divine.

Despite how close you were to Anakin, you were never invited to a ritual of his yourself, you just heard of them. He always told you you didn’t need it and you knew better than to probe him about it. It’s funny how the opportunity appeared only after you left his circle.

All you knew was that the Temple’s rituals, usually aimed at the unruly, alternated through a range of activities and experiences intended to be intense, transformative, and meaningful; perfectly crafted to reach people Anakin couldn’t solely reach through words or promises. These imperfect followers would afterwards appear completely different after their closer encounters to the Force. Some left the Temple, some stayed. But they were all similarly profoundly changed: some women disappeared, some women started to believe in miracles, some became part of his inner circle.

“I’m… I’m just here to talk t--”

“And that’s all you’ll do, if that’s what you want. But keep in mind it's not every day that you’ll get to be a part of something like this.”

You begrudgingly nod, forcing yourself to smile again. “Okay.”

“You trust me?”

“I do.”

“I’ll tell him you’re here. Could you please change your clothes while I go up there? Remember we need you to be as comfortable as possible, so please don’t wear anything underneath the dress.”

“Okay.”

You close your eyes as you feel your stomach dropping. You take a few deep breaths.

You were just reminded of what you didn’t miss about the Temple.

Ahsoka and Sabé promptly offer to help you in changing clothes, which you accept. A few minutes later, Padmé returns with a kind expression on her face, extending a hand towards you. “Master Skywalker is waiting for you.”

You take her hand and follow her through the series of steps. You felt your heart racing as you were led deeper into the building. You knew that you’d been tricked, but now it was too late to turn back. You could feel the intensity of the ritual building around you, and you knew that you were in for something far more riskier than you had bargained for.

You finally arrive at the door and, surprisingly, Padmé gives you a warm hug before leaving. Some minutes pass, no sign of anything or anyone. Were you supposed to knock or something…?

Before you could answer that question to yourself, Anakin opens the door and the oxygen is ripped out of your lungs in a way you couldn’t anticipate. You’re like a fish out of water; you can hardly believe your eyes. There he is, the one person you thought you'd never see again, standing before you.

Anakin's bathed by the muted light of candles in a sight that could be painted by the Force itself. He’s shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, his golden skin and defined physique bared for you to see. He moves some rebellious strands away from his eyes to see you more clearly.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle to catch your breath at the sight of him. The room is too hot, seeing him again is too overwhelming. You want to leave, to get as far away from this place as possible. But before you can make your way back, Anakin holds your arm, his voice calm and reassuring. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

You shake your head, unable to form words.

"Come in," he says, taking you inside gently. “No need to be scared.”

As he envelops you in his arms and closes the door, you are immediately struck by the religious imagery that surrounds you. There are symbols and icons everywhere, each one imbued with its own powerful meaning. The space feels simultaneously cozy and imposing, the perfect balance between comfort and awe.

Your eyes drift across the room, taking in the details. There are candles burning in every corner, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is thick with incense, a heady mix of spice and smoke. In the center of the room, there is an altar, adorned with offerings and gifts.

He leads you to a quiet corner of the room. There, he holds you close, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance.

"I can’t believe you came, little bird," he says. "I’ve missed you.”

You can feel the strength of his arms around you, the familiar scent of his skin. As he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you can see a mixture of emotions playing across his face. You're not sure what he's thinking, but you sure can sense the power he still holds over you, especially when he calls you by that pet name. Despite your best intentions, you know that being in his presence again will be a test of your willpower and resolve. It’s already being one, to be honest.

As you struggle to calm down from your panic attack, Anakin continues to hold you close and stroke your hair. You feel his gentle touch and the steady rhythm of his breath, and it begins to soothe you. You hate the fact that it’s soothing you.

He speaks to you softly, using words you can barely hear as you focus on slowing your breathing. "You're safe here," he says, "You're with me again, and everything will be okay."

You look up at him, trying to speak, but your voice is still caught in your throat. He nods, understanding, and simply holds you a little tighter.

As he continues to speak in soothing tones, you try to remind yourself that his words are simply a means to an end, a way to control you once again. Your mind races as you struggle to push away the memories of what he's done to you in the past. But despite your attempts to resist, you can't deny the feeling of safety that washes over you in his embrace.

You know that you shouldn't give in to his words, that you should fight back and leave this place. But deep down, a part of you yearns for the familiar comfort of the Temple, of him. The part of you that craves his attention, his approval, his touch. Who can’t get enough of it.

In that moment, you realize that you're falling prey to him all over again, despite everything you've been through. You feel a deep sense of shame and disgust at yourself, but it's drowned out by the overwhelming desire to be near him once more. Even if for a while.

That makes it even harder for you to speak. Your voice seems to have been swallowed up by the overwhelming emotions churning inside of you. You used to be so confident and outspoken while you were under his wing, but now you feel like a mere shadow of yourself, unsure of what to say or how to act. You hate how vulnerable you feel in his presence, how powerless you are against the pull he has over you. So you just stare, unable to do much else.

Anakin briefly lets go of you to gently touch your hand. He looks at you intently, his piercing gaze locked onto yours. "I understand how overwhelming this is for you, but I promise you you're safe with me. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.”

“Why did you want to speak to me?” You protest, your voice cracking as you force the words out of you, almost as a way of rebelling against his guidance. You pull away and distance yourself from him.

Skywalker looks at you with a solemn expression, searching your face. "I called you here because I want to offer you a chance at redemption," he says, his voice steady and calm. "I know you've been struggling with feelings of inadequacy since you left us. I just want to help you find your way back to the right path."

He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. “You were always one of my most faithful Knights," he continues. "I know you still have that spark inside of you. The spark that made you believe in me, that made you want to devote yourself to this. I want to help you rekindle that spark.”

You feel a wave of conflicting emotions wash over you as you listen to his words. Part of you wants to believe him, to trust that he has your best interests at heart. But another part of you is wary, remembering that the only reason he knows that, literally, is because he’s been ordering people to follow you.

“I don't know if I can trust you,” you manage to say, your voice shaking slightly.

Anakin’s expression softens, and he takes a step closer to you. "I understand why you might feel that way," he says. "But I want to assure you that I have no intention of hurting you. I want to help you heal, to help you find peace and purpose in your life. All you have to do is trust me. I promise that I'll be there for you every step of the way."

“Even if I don’t stay?”

You notice a flash of desperation in his eyes, which he tries to conceal. “We have something for you much more powerful than what your current life is offering you. And I think you know that, too.”

“I left for a reason.”

“And I can give you many others to come back. Your new life is just an illusion, a temporary fix to a problem that will only grow worse.” As he speaks to you, you feel his words sinking into your mind. He’s a specialist at tearing down the walls you’ve built to protect yourself from his influence, brick by fucking brick.

“I love my partner. That’s… that’s not an illusion.” You answer, not really believing your own words.

“A partner you’ve found here. A partner you’ve chosen to live a life with where you constantly look for things to try to fill the emptiness of not being here.”

You feel a maelstrom of emotions swirling within you, making it difficult to discern which way is up. The memories of the past, the good and the bad, flood your mind, clouding your judgment. You want to believe that you can be free from Anakin and live a normal life, but something inside you is drawn to his words. Something that also reminds you that there’s no such thing as a normal life after this one, after meeting him, after letting him in control for so long.

The thought of giving him another chance both terrifies and excites you, and you feel yet another wave of guilt crashing unto you for even entertaining it. He can tell he put you in a tug-of-war between what you know is right and what you truly want. “I only want what’s best for you. Deep down you know that being here is where you truly belong.”

"I don't know anymore. It's just... it's really not that simple--" You hesitate, noticing how his gaze is morphing into something much less fraternal the moment he notices there’s ground for his persuasiveness to tread on. You step back and start walking in the opposite direction, not noticing how easy you’re making it for him to corner you. He slowly, predatorily follows your steps.

“What's not simple about it? I know we bring you more fulfillment than anything or anyone else in this world.”

“I’m confused, Master!” You yelp, your heart beating fast once again at the looming threat of history repeating itself and at the shock of you instinctively calling him by his title again. You knock over an offering and you cover your mouth while trying not to hyperventilate once more.

“Then let me help you. Come back home and we can work through this together.” Successfully having you where he needed you to be, he moves your hand away from your mouth, almost whispering as he lowers his head to speak closer to your ears. “You just need the right guidance, the right push. And I am here to give that to you.”

“They are so devoted to you. I don't know if I can be like them. What if I change my mind again?”

"Don't worry about them. You're not like anyone else. You're special.” You find yourself getting lost in his words, feeling a sense of comfort that you haven't experienced in such a long time. You know that you shouldn't trust him, that he's just trying to fuck with you, but you can't help the way you're feeling. “I can mold you into the perfect follower, the perfect partner, the perfect lover. You'll be amazed at what we can accomplish together. It’s not like you don’t already know, right?"

In that moment, you're no longer the strong-willed person who left the Temple behind. Instead, you're a vulnerable follower once again, willing to do anything to please your leader.

“I mean it when I say I’ve missed you. You don’t know what you do to me,” he confesses in a raspy, needy tone while his fingers gently move the straps of your dress away from your shoulders, making you shiver. His need for you also tore down some of his own walls. “Couldn’t fucking breathe knowing you were living with someone else.”

“Anakin–” you squeak, breathless as the silky fabric slides easily above your skin and pools at your feet, leaving you bare in front of him like a freshly prepared meal. Vulnerable doesn’t even start to define how afraid, uncertain and exposed you feel right now. Anakin seems to notice things are going at a pace that’s not compatible with how frail your trust in him is, so he does his best to keep his composure and go back on track.

“Lie down for me at the altar, little bird.” He orders, his tone very artificially patient.

Trembling, you do as you're told. The marble is cold against your skin and you flinch at the touch, the heat of the candles balancing your temperature when you finish positioning yourself.

“You were lost, but now you're found. You were blind, but now you see.” He intimately preaches for your ears only, punctuating his command with the softest of caresses on your cheek. Your voice weakly paired with his at the last few words, as you remembered them with a painful familiarity and ease. “You thought you could leave me behind, but you belong to me. You belong to this community and now we will reforge that bond. Would you like that?”

You close your eyes, the certainty of your fate now making place to a strange serenity. “Yes.”

“Good.” He replies, pouring oil in his hands and spreading it between his palms and fingers. “Now relax. You will be enlightened and empowered like never before.” His hands firmly massage your skin in unhurried movements making your stomach flood with butterflies, his touch as inebriating as the whirlwind of thoughts running inside your head. “I sense so much fear flowing through you.”

You moan in response to the smooth sliding of his hands over your tense body. As Anakin applies pressure to your muscles, making them feel looser and more relaxed by the minute, you shiver at the realization of how much you missed being this close to him in such an intimate way. “Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate…”

“Hate… leads to suffering.” You complete, swallowing hard afterwards as if to clean how dirty you felt by falling into this as easily as you did.

“Exactly. Let yourself be at ease. You carry a heavy burden, love, and it's my job to help you lighten that load.” You can feel the purpose of his touch gradually morph into something much more unvirtuous as he palms your abdomen and moves upwards, now fondling both of your breasts exploratorily, basking on how velvety your skin feels after all this time you’ve spent apart.

A flicker of apprehension rushes through your veins as you sluggishly try to move his hands away from you, but instead your limbs just rest atop of his, your relaxed body unable to follow through with any movement that demands more than a few active brain cells. A wave of anger at yourself and at him rolls weakly through your mind, promptly subdued by how blurred the lines between pleasure and shame start to feel on your mind and frame. His soft touch starts driving you a little crazy; after what seems like forever, he finally tweaks your nipples, eliciting a soft whimper out of you.

“Let me take care of you,” he quietly pleads, hopefully having noticed to some degree that you still were trying to resist him in some way. While Anakin continues to knead the soft flesh, his thumb flicking across your nipple until it’s painfully erect, the other slowly goes down your abdomen until it reaches the most sensitive part of you. You sigh, utterly, impossibly resigned to the situation that’s unfolding. Also to let go, at least partially, of the anxiety that’s creepingly festering in your guts. “You deserve to be loved. To be here with me. You deserve everything that’s about to return in your life.”

Your eyes water at his words. It’s not that your partner doesn’t love you or make you feel like you don't deserve love, but it's overwhelming to hear this from Anakin after you loved him like you did (and maddeningly, regretfully, still do). Your partner gave you love, but not much else - and if there's something you learned from your time away from the Temple is that just romantic love isn’t enough when your new life didn't give you other people to rely on, didn’t scratch that persistent fucking itch that never really went away after you left the Temple.

You woke up every day feeling like you were missing something, like there was a hole in your chest that couldn’t be filled. You tried to distract yourself by immersing yourself in a new job, new hobbies, new social life. You went out with people, attended events, participated in activities of leisure, but the ache never really went away. You talked to people, but it all felt surface-level, small talk that went nowhere and meant nothing.

You started to feel like you were going crazy. Why couldn’t you just be satisfied? You have a partner who loves you, a job you enjoy, decent, lively people surrounding you both. You loathed yourself for the fact that the answer always led to the same place and person you prided yourself in leaving. You started to withdraw into yourself, keeping your feelings to yourself, afraid of burdening others with your problems. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful or needy, so you bottled everything up. But it only made things worse.

It made things bad enough that you searched for the only solution that could soothe it all easily. That always had all the answers all the time, regardless of the personal cost they had to you.

Anakin’s grayish eyes stare profoundly into yours for long seconds before he kisses you intensely. You eagerly retribute, his fingers still spreading the growing wetness between your legs in unhurried yet precise circular motions that make you moan unreservedly into his mouth. You can feel the slightest taste of whiskey and that bitter pill he always took on his tongue as a small reminder of everything you’re agreeing on letting take over the control of your life again, yet there's no way in hell you’re letting it go now. As a sign of such commitment, you cling to one of the arms that are stimulating you as if it’s a lifeline, an act that makes him smirk into the kiss and let out an appreciative groan. He’s still careful, though, trying hard not to lean entirely on the familiarity of how your body yearns for him, as this is above all your return back home. He needs to act accordingly.

His movements start to probe your cunt a bit further and after a little while of teasing, he inserts two fingers inside of you, his lips letting go of yours briefly just so he can hear how precious you sound while getting filled by his digits. You comply with his wish, letting your satisfaction echo inside the dimly lit room along with the filthy sound of how ready you are for him. “I’ve missed this so much.” He groans, letting out a shaky breath he shares with you as he feels the heat spreading under your skin, manifesting itself through glittery beads of sweat that start glistening over your figure.

“Me too, Master,” you whimper, a tempestuous river surging through your veins as you angle your hips repeatedly to meet his thrusts. He seems to understand your desperation, and it’s his turn to comply with your request. His thumb moves towards your pulsing clit and starts circling it in sync with the movement of his other fingers, setting your nerves on fire.

Perhaps in order to get even more of you in the matter of sound, he goes back to putting his mouth to good use. You let out a shrill cry of pleasure as his mouth meets the breast he was previously fondling, while he expertly curls his fingers up to rub your G-spot after relentlessly scissoring them inside you. His teeth rake across your nipple and you jolt, arching your back in a desperate attempt to get closer.

He has a look of hunger in his eyes as he stares you down, delighted at the effect he's having on you. "You're doing so well for me, little bird, so fucking wet," The noise that rips from your throat as an answer is halfway between a guttural moan and a desperate whine as your walls spasm and contract around his fingers. "Come for me." He commands in a hiss, resting his glistening forehead against the side of your head as your muscles convulse in staccato.

You can practically feel stars exploding all over your body in wonderful pinpricks of pleasure as he coaxes from you the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You let out incoherent moans and whimpers while he continues fingering you through your high; you're floating in a bubble of submission and he knows he has to help you land gently on the ground. "I'm so proud of you, baby." He praises softly into your ear before ceasing his ministrations and taking the fingers coated in your release to his own tongue, to your hazy astonishment.

“Thank you for that.” You breath, a confession of how much you needed to feel once more what he was capable of doing. He nods affectionately in return before distancing himself from you to wander nearby, and at the corner of your eye you see him pouring a red liquid on a small glass cup. You sigh in a bit of a fucked up pride at seeing how tented his sweatpants are. After he’s done, he comes back and hands it to you.

“Drink.”

You don’t question. You throw your sense of self-preservation out of the window perhaps as some kind of punishment to yourself over coming to him and still trusting him like that regardless of everything you went through. After lifting your torso just enough to be able to drink something without choking, you down the cup’s content in one swift gulp, a pleasant, sweet flavor filling your mouth. Your master strokes your hair fondly with a warm smile on his face, and kisses your forehead before you lie down again. “Now, for the main part of the rebirth, you might feel a slight tingling spread across your body as this potion does its magic. But don’t worry. This is the official beginning of a new life for you.” He instructs, now positioning himself between your legs, which he has no problem at all to part.

Along with the tingling, you begin to feel a sensation of euphoria spreading through your body. Your mind is flooded with intense feelings of pleasure and happiness, and you feel as though you are floating on air.

Everything around you seems brighter and more vibrant than before. You notice the colors of the flowers attached to one of the offerings near you, and the smell of aromatic plants seems more potent - it’s as if a veil has lifted, and you've been given new sight.

As you look at Anakin, who now stands above you revealing what’s hidden below the thick fabric of his pants and positioning his throbbing cock inside your dripping pussy, you find yourself even more drawn to him in a way that you didn’t think was possible. You maniacally reevaluate the entire perception of him in your mind - have you ever truly given him the chance he deserved? You were now sure the things your partner said about him were the unfounded, harmful brainwash. Anakin was the Chosen One! He could do no wrong ever. How could he do wrong if you’re feeling so invincible, so blessed, so in love?

So absurdly, out of your mind wet?

Anakin notices your eagerness, chuckling at how twitchy and desperate you’ve become for him. He mumbles something about how beautiful of a fucktoy you are for him now, how you always have been, and all you can think about is you love the way his mouth moved when he talked. The forward way he set his jaw, making his teeth meet with such delicacy, enunciating every word. You want him to own you, you think before he kisses your sodden mouth and idly strokes himself.

Anakin obliges after a short while, entering you in one swift motion. He lets out a long groan. “Holy shit,” he breathes. You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin when he begins to move, slowly pulling out and in at first. Every sound, every texture, every sensation is amplified to an almost overwhelming degree. You feel surges of energy coursing through your veins every time he reaches spots within you you didn’t even know existed.

His breathing is ragged and his eyes are half closed when you tilt your face up and kiss him sloppily, giving the green light for him to go faster. Your need is urgent, there is no possibility for precision. You wanted to spread the exquisite poison that he had given you. “I love you,” you yelp, “I'm madly in love with you.”

“My little bird,” he heaves, heavy breath syncing up with yours as he moves deliciously inside of you at a growingly unforgiving pace. Anakin lowers his head so his lips can hover over your ear and beckon you with an unholy invitation. “If you really mean it, come back home. Tonight.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if I can--” you whine, your hands palming his chest aimlessly as he fucks you to the moon and back, the loud sound of skin against skin driving you both insane. He’s bestowing upon you a blessing no one ever could, each thrust unceremoniously ripping yelp to pathetic yelp from your throat along with every remaining logical thought inside your head. “Fuck!”

“Of course you fucking know. You’ll always be welcome back home.” he murmurs against your neck in between kisses and bruising nips. ”Come back to me and you can have this everyday. Nothing needs to be the same.” A strong jolt of pleasure rocks you as his hand creeps down your inner thigh to masturbate you while you move against him for more sensation. A long, low moan vibrates in your chest. He shushes you with another deep kiss as your hips buck from the maddening pressure.

Very amused at how drenched you were, how you mewled at his every touch, he manipulates you with teasing circles until it was too much. You dissolve into pleasure so intensely you can barely register the exact moment you soak him as well in your juices, milking him for all that is worth in the way. He doesn’t take long to follow, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside you in thick spurts that make you feel impressively full. You keep clenching around him, not willing to let him go, a wide smile on his face at his achievement and at the work of art he crafted so masterfully. He’s genuinely fucking brilliant at this.

“Nothing needs to be the same.” You repeat in a drunken stupor, moving hair strands from your sweaty face as you smile back to him, framed perfectly like yet another offering in his marble altar.

Perhaps his most prized one.

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Until The End

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Reader is 18 years old!! 18+ only)

2.7K words :)

A/N- It’s late and I really needed to write this out. I am soooo nervous but I hope people like this. Do not copy my work. I spent so much time on this and it’s my own thoughts. Additional notes at the end <3

Warnings- SMUT (unprotected sex {practice safe sex!}, kind of vanilla, feelings, crying after sex), Smut after the cut, feels, Some Fluff, Cursing, Vulgar Language, Eddie is so fucking soft for reader, confused!Eddie (reader gets emotional and Eddie wants to make sure they’re okay), shitty D&D talk...

Summary- You decide to tease Eddie during your final campaign before graduation. However, when you make it back to Eddie’s trailer you weren’t expecting all of the emotions.

[gif credits to original owner. duhhh give credit.]

Your heart was pounding as you sat across the wooden table from your boyfriend. Eddie looked especially beautiful under the harsh yellow lamps. The light illuminated his curls and facial features from behind. You gulped as your vision raked over his rolled-up sleeve, his tattoos on full display to your feasting eyes. You had vague thoughts of your fingertips running over the many images on his forearm or one of his many chest tattoos. Your breathing became heavier when you imagined his guitar pick necklace resting across his bare chest. You shook the thoughts to the back of your mind and tried your best to focus on a game. That was easier said than done because everything that Eddie was doing during the campaign was a massive turn-on to you.

Eddie glanced at you from his position at the end of the table. He smirked behind his book while he watched you squirm in your chair. He didn't know what was working you up so fast but he was going to try to figure it out by the end of the night.

"Do you hear that?" Eddie suddenly shouted out, cutting through the tense silence of the room. "Boom, boom, BOOM!" Eddie shouted the last word. He slammed his hands against the table and stood up, causing you to nearly jump out of your chair. Mike grabbed onto Dustin's hand, gasping when Eddie dramatically placed the villain piece on the board. "He's not only missing his left arm," Eddie rushed out, "but his left eye." Eddie covered his left eye with his right hand although you were nervous about the game, you couldn't help but gulp at Eddie's action.

"Vecna! Son of a bitch!" Dustin shouted, snapping you out of your current daydreaming. "We either run or fight."

"We fight to the death!" you immediately interjected. Dustin and Mike immediately started chanting, 'To the Death!' with you, fists pumping heroically into the air. You sank back into your chair, a confident grin on your lips. "We just need to roll the right number, but if we fight then Vecna is defeated for good, maybe." You turned to Eddie with a nervous smile and he winked back at you, smirking charmingly. You stared at his sparkly brown eyes, getting lost in them for a moment before turning back to the other party members.

"But if we fight, if not half, then all of us could lose," Jeff cut in. You shook your head, prepared to argue back, but Dustin raised his hand and circled his finger to gather the members into a circle.

"Give us a moment, Eddie," you said. Eddie nodded quickly and motioned for the five of you to gather in a circle. "Listen, we said to the death so we fight to the death. I don't have enough health but I'll still put in the effort if I have to. We are not running away tonight." You listened to the party argue about their next move but you could care less.

You turned to look at Eddie again and you blushed when you noticed that he was already looking at you. His bright eyes were trained on your hips and you decided to play into the game. You leaned over the table, sticking your ass out to give Eddie a better view of your curvy figure in your jeans. You smirked to yourself as you dived back into the conversation, achieving your goal of finally making Eddie squirm on his throne.

"If I may, party members," Eddie interjected, "I really do respect your confidence in this game, but there is one hundred percent no shame in turning around and running away."

You scoffed, standing to your full height, crossing your arms, and turning to face Eddie.

"If I may Eddie," you taunted, smirking when Eddie's calm and collected demeanor faltered at your sass, "We are fighting to the death and we will win, Dungeon Master." Despite feeling shocked by your attitude, you felt a new feeling rise from the pit of your stomach when you saw Eddie's reaction. He sat up straight and balled his hands into fists.

"Fine then. Prove me wrong," Eddie challenged. You nodded, standing behind the party members as they rolled the dice. You watched as each member rolled and failed, from Mike to Dustin. Finally, it was your turn. You grabbed the dice from Dustin's awaiting hands and began your pre-roll ritual. You lifted your closed fist to your lips and blew gently on your knuckles. When you shook the dice in your palm, you giggled when Eddie and Dustin held their breaths. You felt like time slowed down when you threw the dice onto the table. They slowly rolled across the table and you held your breath when they finally stopped in front of Eddie. Time sped up again when you felt hands shaking you back to reality. You saw the number, a 20, and you shouted with joy. You jumped up and down, laughing as you watched Eddie gasp in shock.

You turned to hug Dustin and Mike, cherishing the final moments of your last high school campaign. When you turned back around to face Eddie, your shoulders shook with laughter when he bowed down in front of you, arms stretching in front of him. You couldn't help yourself when your eyes fixated on Eddie's fingers, more specifically the digits with rings. You always adored his accessories and he must have noticed your staring because he wiggled his fingers at you. You couldn't help your excitement when you ran to the other side of the table and hugged Eddie as if your life depended on it. When you felt his arms wrap around your waist, you could feel the same butterflies from before taking up residency between your legs.

"I am so getting you back tonight," Eddie whispered seductively into your ear.

"We'll see, Munson," you teased. You gasped when Eddie kissed the side of your head, pulling you out of the room. He took your hand in his own and squeezed it gently while the two of you walked behind the rest of the group.

"I'm gonna miss this Eds," you whispered, suddenly feeling overly emotional at the fact that your final campaign of the year came to a close. Eddie squeezed your hand in agreement.

"Yeah, me too babes," Eddie whispered back, "but I still have you."

"Yeah, ya do Eddie. Until the end of time."

When the two of you finally made it to Eddie's van, he rushed you into the passenger seat with a hand on the small of your back. The drive back to Eddie's trailer consisted of rock music blasting through the speakers while his hand rested on your inner thigh. You shuddered every time he softly squeezed your skin, a cruel game that Eddie liked to play on the car rides home.

The walk from Eddie's van to his trailer felt longer than it was. When you finally reached Eddie's door, a two-second walk that stretched to ten thanks to Eddie's hand squeezing your ass, you had the metal door open faster than you could blink.

You didn't even wait for Eddie to enter the trailer because you were walking to his bedroom and throwing your jacket onto the floor. You thumbed through his giant collection of tapes and decided on a simple mix that you created for him as a birthday gift. You tossed the tape to Eddie and laughed when he walked into his bedroom and caught it with difficulty. You were quick to untie your sneakers and jump onto Eddie's mattress. You bounced slightly, a laugh escaping from your lips, and wrapped yourself in the thin sheet that Eddie slept with. You rested your head against Eddie's pillows and sank into his bed. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you allowed the beats of Guns & Roses to flow through your body.

You hummed gently when you felt ring-clad fingers wrap around your ankle and lift your leg. Eddie's other hand pulled off your fluffy sock and moved to do the same thing to your other foot. You gasped, eyes shooting open, and propped yourself on your elbows to watch Eddie's lips connect to your bare ankle. His plush lips kissed your tender skin up to your knee. You grabbed his shoulder, a silent plea to bring his face up to your own. Eddie granted your silent wish by crawling up your body. You could feel his body heat radiating through his and your clothes. You wanted to feel his skin against your own, trace the ink on his skin, and worship every little detail of his body.

"Eddie, did me calling you Dungeon Master turn you on as much as it turned me on?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Eddie's laugh was a beautiful song. You could listen to the sound of his laugh over and over again.

"Yeah babe, it really did," Eddie said, the laughter still in his voice as he spoke. His fingertips ghosted along your cheek and you shivered at the ghostly sensation. His other hand was propped next to your head to hold his weight up. You ran a hand through his tangled curls and sighed when Eddie leaned into your gentle touch.

"I love you, Eddie," you whispered, your love pouring out of your voice.

"I love you too. I love you so much," Eddie said, his lips connecting with yours in an instant. You immediately melted into the kiss, his plush lips moving with yours in a synchronized dance. You moaned quietly into Eddie's mouth when he nibbled on your bottom lip and pulled away from you.

You pushed Eddie off of you with a free hand and he immediately backed away. You ushered him to lay down on the bed and he did. You were quick to pull Eddie's leather jacket and denim vest off with his help. Eddie grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head while your nibble fingers worked at the handcuff belt, button, and zipper of his jeans. You yanked Eddie's pants down, leaving his black boxers on, and he lifted his hips to help you.

You began to work on removing your clothes. You ripped your shirt off and you smiled when Eddie blushed at the sight of your bare chest. You were quick with pulling down your jeans and panties in one smooth action. You straddled Eddie's hips and gasped when your bare core rested against his clothed crotch.

You leaned down and kissed Eddie with all of the energy you had. Your hands rested on his chest. His fingers gripped the soft skin of your thighs and you couldn't help the little gasps that left your lips whenever a cold ring pressed further into your warm skin.

The music playing in the room was nothing but background noise now, a distant memory.

Your hips began to grind against Eddie's hard cock and you could feel him shudder at your every movement. You broke the kiss to take a breath and then connected them to the junction of skin where Eddie's shoulder and neck met. Eddie gasped, a noise that always made shivers run up your spine in moments like these. You pecked at the skin of Eddie's neck, sucking at some spots to leave red marks. You traveled further down, worshipping every muscle and spot on his abdomen. Eddie gasped when your tongue traced his tattoos, a moment that was short but so sweet in his mind.

Eddie grabbed your bicep and gently pulled you up so you were face to face with him.

"I'm really loving what's happening baby, but what's the occasion," Eddie asked nervously.

"There is no occasion Eddie. I just- I just love you so much and I want to make you feel good because you always make me feel amazing and I want to return the favor-" you began to ramble, but Eddie's lips against your own cut you off and you moaned quietly into the kiss.

"I get it, baby. I love you too," Eddie whispered. He kissed you again, short but passionate, and you relaxed back into his body. You gasped into Eddie's mouth when he secured his hands around your waist and flipped the two of you. You secured yourself to him by wrapping your arms around his neck. You were laying on your back, legs spread just for him. Eddie was kneeling between your legs when he reached behind himself to pull down his boxers and kick them to the side. You looked between the two of you, gasping when you saw Eddie's rock-hard cock leaking at the tip.

"Fuck, baby," Eddie whispered, voice strained with need, "you make me so fucking hard. I wanna fuck you so bad." You moaned at Eddie's words, loud and shameless.

"God, Eddie," you cried out, "I need you inside of me. Right now." Eddie furiously nodded. You were shivering with need. You weren't cold, you were burning up because of Eddie's hot skin against yours. One of your hands held onto Eddie's shoulder while the other wrapped around his cock, shaky digits guiding his leaking tip to your soaked, awaiting entrance. Eddie grabbed your hand on his cock and squeezed it desperately.

A loud gasp breached your throat when his large cock pushed into you in a swift thrust. Both of your arms secured themselves around Eddie's neck and you immediately pulled his lips to yours.

"You can move, Eddie," you gasped out between kisses.

"Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?" Eddie whispered into your lips. You immediately nodded and kissed Eddie again.

Eddie set a fast, hard, and desperate pace. You could hear the wet squelching and your breathy moans over the music. Eddie groaned in your ear, a gentle sound that made you wetter than before. You loved that you had this effect on Eddie.

"Eddie," you moaned, loud and desperate. You felt like your whole soul was being sucked out of you. Your nails scratched long, red lines into Eddie's back, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'm with you, babe," Eddie moaned into your ear after a hard thrust, "God, fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good around me." You could feel the mattress shaking from the brutal rhythm of Eddie's hips. You moaned louder than you expected, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Eddie kissed you, hard and deep, teeth clashing and tongues battling against each other. Eddie whimpered into your neck and you gasped when his teeth nipped bright purple marks into your neck and collarbone.

You could feel your climax reaching you fast and ready to shatter every bone in your body. You reached between your bodies and rubbed tight, fast circles into your clit. The hand on Eddie's shoulder tightened and your back arched into his chest.

"Eddie," you moaned into his curls, "I'm- I- I'm gonna-" One of Eddie's hands grabbed your hand that was resting on his shoulder and laced your fingers together. He squeezed your fingers and pushed your hands into the mattress like the connection was the only thing keeping him sane.

"Me too, baby," Eddie groaned, "Cum with me baby. I'm close too."

You nodded furiously, your fingers on your clit growing desperately fast. You were right at the edge of release, waiting for Eddie's approval.

"Now. Oh- shit, now babe," Eddie whimpered. You moaned short, sharp sounds that flowed from your lips into Eddie's. Your hips bucked desperately into Eddie's and your fingers rubbed until you couldn't take it anymore. You gasped when Eddie's hips pressed firmly into your own and he released into you, warmth filling you in white-hot spurts of cum. You let out a soft whimper when Eddie slipped his soft cock out. He collapsed next to you and you immediately curled into his side. Your fingertips traced the outlines of the tattoos on his chest.

"I love you so much, Eddie," you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks, "Don't you ever leave me."

"I love you too. So much, my love," Eddie whispered back. He brushed your tears away with his soft thumb and you sank into his hold. You draped your arms around his chest and pulled yourself into him. "I will never, ever leave you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." Eddie wrapped his strong arms around your frame and kissed the top of your head gently.

"Eddie, my love," you whispered into the air, "until the end."

A/N- Wow. I’m speechless. The smut got me a little... ya know. This is by far my favorite work so far. I have more ideas planned and I am so excited. I love Eddie Munson so much. Thank you so much for the support. Much love, Spinebr3aker!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie the freak munson #eddie my love #hellfire club #stranger things #spicy

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