PARTNER - Darth Vader x Reader

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You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm. 05:00 the clock read. You groaned and got out of bed to get ready.

The hot water of the shower hit your back. Your sleepy eyes quickly jolted awake. You got out of the shower and changed into your uniform. It was a simple black shortsleeved shirt with black cargos and boots. You tucked the shirt into the belt of your trousers and examined yourself in the mirror.

Still the same thing as yesterday

You spent some time doing your hair. You slicked it back into a low ponytail and put a black sports band on to distract from the blandness of the hairstyle.

Grabbing your comlink and your phone off the bedside table, you left to get to your station.

Over time, you became acquainted with a lot of people on the Death Star since you started the year before. At 21, you never thought you would be working as a cleaner. It wasn't an ideal title but the money's good. Like extremely good. The work wasn't difficult either and the hours were definitely a steal. It seemed as if you had hit the jackpot of jobs.

As you walked down the hall, you always managed to see someone you knew.

"Hey (Y/N)! How are you?"
"I'm good, you?"
"I'm good!"

Almost everyone on the star liked you. You made their lives way more easier, you brightened up everyone's day and having a pretty face around was never a problem. It was 07:00, the start of your shift. You swiped your keycard to open the door to the cleaning cabinet and took out a large trolley filled with cleaning products. It amazed you at how advance the place was, even after how long you had been there. They were able to make even a cleaning trolley look classy.

The mechanics had a massive project the night before and in their tired states they left a huge mess, so it was up to you to clean it all up. You looked at the hanger and saw that it wasn't in need of as much love as you thought it would, but it still wasn't a walk through the park. You were gonna be there for a while.

After an hour, a huge crowd of mechanics came in.

"Good morning (Y/N), sorry about the huge mess."
"Yeahh sorry, kinda got a bit carried away," someone else chuckled.

"It's alright. I don't get paid for doing nothing y'know and you could've done much worse," you replied.

"Is that a challenge?"your friend, Aaron, shouted from the back. You laughed. "Game on."

The rest of the day was uneventful and boring. Not much happened except for the fact that you got to get off early due to the considerate thinking of others. Once you reached your room, you stripped off all of your clothes and got into a shower.

What a lot of people don't know about you is that you had a really big secret. Every other day, you posted pictures to your OnlyFans account. It allowed you to make even more money on top of the money you already made working on the Death Star. OnlyFans was also a small escape for you, to get away from the real world and indulge in all of your terrible pleasures.

It was a day for you to post, so after your long hot shower, you went into your closet and picked out a new lingerie set you had bought on a day off. It was a white lace set you had been eager to try out. The bra was see through yet the pretty patterns of the delicate fabric covered your boobs perfectly. They cupped them as if they were hands and pushed them to their full potential. The panties were thin but surprisingly comfortable. It was also covered in the same beautiful floral lace the bra was.

You set up your ring light and your camera and then posed in multiple suggestive positions and snapped a few photos. It only took around 10 minutes which was ideal for you. Once you were done, you threw on a large black t-shirt Aaron had given to you, over what you were already wearing and went through the pictures you had taken. You picked out your favourite one, edited a little bit to make sure the background was good and the quality was perfect and posted it. You didn't have millions of followers but it was a good amount. 133k to be exact. Having that many people look at your body like that kinda freaked you out at first, but slowly you go used to it. The fees weren't anything crazy, 25 credits per month. You thought it was reasonable as the pictures were good quality and you posted pretty often. Your biggest fear was someone you worked with finding out, but that was never gonna happen, right?