#darth vader drabble

[hanasnx]

d...arth vad...er

"SO I SHARPEN MY TEETH 'CAUSE I LOVE THE WAY IT FEELS" — darth vader.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: p in v | fem reader | sexual content | riding | dom vader | light degradation | mild overstimulation.

“You’re no easier than common game.” DARTH VADER spits in a condescending yet amused tone, talking down to your ability to give yourself to him so readily. Weakly, you pout, unable to protest him as he raises his hips into your willing hole. “Meek like a rabbit, too.”

You gain resolve, your fist hardening to curtly wack his taut arm. Apparently, you're beneath the use of words as your body ripples from his actions, bouncing as he helps you along. A deep chuckle rumbles throughout his chest, vibrating you in turn from your close proximity. He sits in his throne, while you straddle his lap, chests brushing one another.

"Tongue-tied?" he taunts, and you whine through your nose. "Confronted... with your own actions and you..." A breath is a shade louder than usual being pulled in through his respirator, your tissue contracting around what's left of his battered cock enough to cause him distracting stimulation. His helmet tilts back, and you try to go faster, fighting his metal fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. "...you retreat within yourself. It's entertaining."

"I'm glad you're having fun." you respond with exasperated attitude, and he manually slows your roll down with that aching grip he has on you. "Vee! Are you going to let me cum or not?"

"Patience. I like to watch."

[amiseuvx]

mdni

Anakin Skywalker who just loves to watch you fall apart under his touch. Knowing that only he can make you feel this way - can take you apart and put you back together like this.

It’s a rush - power he doesn’t hold all the time whenever he finds you under him like now, your eyes squeezed shut his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

His hands pressed over your abdomen eyes sharp as he watched your reactions relishing in the way your whole world came down to him in this moment.

He was your whole world.

Like you were yours…and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

“Ah-” Your back bowed, heel digging into his shoulder as his lips wrapped around your clit, pulling off with a small ‘pop’ before tracing a line down your slit.

“You gonna cum angel?” He mumbled, his tongue swirling over your clit before dipping down to prod at your entrance.

“Cum for me and I’ll give you what you need-anything…” His words only added to the haze pulling at your brain, your fingers curling into your locks as you nodded. “Need you.” Your voice sounded muffled to your own ears as if they’d been stuffed with cotton.

“Ani…please just…”

A hand reached up to pull one of yours from his hair, intertwining with yours. “You gotta cum from just this first if you want more.” He urged his tongue prodding at your weeping entrance again, pushing in ever so slightly.

“C’mon. Be a good girl for me hm?” He cooed before his lips sealed over your clit and your body tensed, cumming with a sharp cry of his name.

He grinned, his chin shining with your arousal as he pulled back, a single digit running through your slit, a small whimper leaving you when he knocked it against your swollen bud.

“My angel.” He mumbled it his lips kissing up your body like a man starved. “So good.” He whispered his lips pressing to yours.

“I’ll give you what you need.”

[louisaskywalkerani]

Closer

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

CW: 18+, smut! minors DNI. p in v, unprotected sex

an: that’s so short IM SORRY.

You’re trembling against him, hips unsure, muscles tight — but ANAKIN SKYWALKER never rushes you. His big hands stay on your waist, warm and firm, like an anchor. You’re halfway seated on him now, and the pressure’s so intense it’s hard to think.

But he’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the galaxy. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, completely gone for you.

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, breath catching as you shift again. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Your hands are fisted in the front of his tunic, nails digging in like it’s the only way to stay upright. You can’t even look at him — too overwhelmed, too full — and he knows. He can feel it.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmurs, pressing slow kisses into your hairline. “Just keep breathin’ through it, alright?”

You nod, barely. It’s all you can manage.

But that’s not enough for him. He cups your cheek, turns your face to his.

“Can you speak for me?” he asks, voice all soft heat and velvet control. “C’mon, baby. Give me some words.”

“I— I’m okay,” you breathe, lips brushing his. “Just… just need a second.”

“There she is,” he whispers, proud and breathless, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “That’s my girl.”

You finally ease down the rest of the way, slowly, carefully, until he’s fully inside you. His jaw clenches hard, and his head tips back with a low, wrecked groan.

“Fuck— you feel like a dream,” he mutters. “So warm, so tight… baby, I could stay right here forever.”

You’re clinging to him now, arms around his neck, body still adjusting. And he doesn’t move — not until you do.

When you lift your hips the tiniest bit, he shudders beneath you. His hands grip tighter at your waist, like he’s barely holding back.

“You’re doin’ perfect,” he says, voice a little rougher now, but still sweet. “Take it slow. You don’t have to rush, angel.”

You start to build a rhythm — slow, shaky, but desperate. And every time you move, every tiny thrust, he meets it with soft, filthy praises :

“Just like that.”

“You’re makin’ me lose my mind.”

“Can’t believe how good you feel.”

His hands slide down, thumbs brushing over the soft curve of your ass, helping you move without forcing it — like he’s working with you, guiding you through the burn until it melts into something hotter.

“You still with me?” he asks, breathing heavy. “Need to hear you again.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, voice wrecked. “Feels so good, Ani.”

That look he gives you in return — ruined and full of love — could break you.

“That’s all I need,” he murmurs. “Just your voice. Just you.”

And when he kisses you again, deep and slow, it’s not rushed. It’s not greedy. It’s the kind of kiss that says stay with me.

[hopesworlld]

wearing an ‘i love emo boys’ top in front of sam monroe !

( swearing, kissing, mentions of cum )

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin.

“my new t-shirt,” you giggled, sliding your jumper off of your shoulders and putting your hands on your hips, modeling the top for him. it was a plain black y-shirt with ‘i love emo boys’ written on it in white text, the love replaced with a red heart.

“where did you find that?” sam asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your hands came up around his neck, clinging to his as he lifted you up, swinging you off the floor and spinning you around.

“sam!” you screeched, laughing as he tossed you onto the bed. “i found it on etsy and i thought it was perfect,” you said as sam climbed onto the bed after you, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and tugging it down so that he could look at it better.

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“sammy, c’mon!” you groaned, “you know that you are the only emo boy i want,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and tugging him down so that he is laying on top of you, his face pressed against your chest.

“well then your top should say that,” he murmured, nipping at your chest lightly. you rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath.

“yes, sammy, please,” you begged, hands clutching at his t-shirt tightly and he grinned.

“i fucking love this top” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

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i ❤️ emo boys !

[judasprieist]

request: vader beating the shit out of you after he finds you with one of his officers lmfao

⸸ 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 — darth vader.

pairing: darth vader x reader

warnings: ddne. extremely mean!burnt!vader, modern day cursing, degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, slapping, force-choking, death threat lol. it's vader.

note: thank you bnuuy for implanting this into my brain, i haven't stopped thinking about this since you sent it. i <3 u. also, this is not supposed to be cutesy or romantic do not plant that idea into your head.

DARTH VADER was having a bad day already. Finding you with one of his officers really sent him over the edge. Now, he knew you could be an airhead sometimes — everyone on the ship did, you were the polar opposite of him after all; full of smiles and giggles, and with a mouth that was unable to say no.

He'd told you at least a thousand times not to go anywhere without him, or at least a stormtrooper by your side. He knew his men very well, and he didn't miss the way some of them were gawking at you everytime you walked by.

"Didn't I tell you not to walk around alone?" He growled, and you felt your throat closing up. You clawed at your neck in a pathetic attempt to ease the pressure, even when you knew there was no use.

Your eyes were wide, lips parted as you tried to speak, but not a single sound came out. He didn't care that you couldn't breathe, didn't even acknowledge the fact that you were turning red by the time he decided to let go, your body hitting the cold floor with a loud thump.

You were so busy trying to soothe the ache in your lungs by taking long, deep breaths, that you didn't notice him crossing the room in only three strides. He knelt down in front of you, the back of his hand colliding with your cheek. It stung, but he didn't leave you any time to comprehend the pain. His fingers were already digging into your skin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I'm starting to think you enjoy being a slut for everyone on this ship. Is that right? There must be a reason you continue disobeying me. Surely you're not this fucking brain dead."

"I'm s-sorry.." You stuttered, trembling hands reaching for him as he stood up. Your tears were clouding your vision, dripping down your chin onto the floor. The way you begged and drooled, gasping for air like a fish out of water — pathetic never looked as good as it did on you.

"You're always so sorry." He mocked, shoving you back down with the toe of his leather boot. "I don't think you are. You're so desperate for attention, maybe I should tie you up and let my troops use you like a proper whore."

Your lips trembled as you opened your mouth to speak, but he stopped you by raising his hand. He didn't want to hear it. Not when he was already angrier than he'd ever been with you. It was for your own good, really. He didn't want you to push him into giving you a bloody nose for saying something stupid, even if he was really tempted to.

He grabbed your arms and yanked you to your feet, causing you to hiss in pain and try to pull away, but his grip only tightened. He dragged you towards the bed, with very little care for the way you were tripping over your own feet. Instead he gave you a strong shove, which sent you falling onto the bed.

You gathered enough strength to attempt crawling away, only to feel his gloved hands wrap around your bare ankles moments later. He tugged you closer, grabbing you by your hair this time.

"This is the last time I'm going to tell you this, so you should listen very well. You do not get to walk around without me — or someone I trust — watching over you. Do you understand? If I catch you going against my words one more time, I'll slit your throat."

You nodded, eyebrows furrowed in pain and fear. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew he meant every word. It didn't matter how much he claimed to care about you, he would have no problem discarding you if you didn't play by his rules. He's done it before — ending the lives of his most capable and trusted inquisitors, officers over minor mistakes.

He let go of your hair, just to rip your dress and panties off. You heard him scoff at the sight of your wetness — because as much as he terrified you, part of you loved the way he managed to reduce you to a trembling, whining mess. He shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to gather saliva, before they landed on your clit. His touch was equal parts blissful and aggressive, but it didn't last long. His free hand slapped you again, just before his fingers slid into your cunt.

"You're so fucking pathetic, it makes me sick." He said, setting a brutal pace without letting you adjust. It was generous enough of him to wet his fingers before fucking you. "I'm trying to teach you a lesson and you're getting wet? You really are just a cheap whore."

He curled his fingers, and your head fell back against the bed. You couldn't make a single sound, you weren't even sure if the tears staining your flushed cheeks were from the overwhelming amount of pleasure or from embarrassment. You wished you could prove him wrong, show him that he only had this kind of power over you because you let him — but that was far from the truth.

Your chest heaved as you approached your orgasm — quicker than ever before, as humiliating as that was. He noticed it too, from the way your walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers. Before he could send you over the edge, he decided to withdraw his fingers and slapped your pussy hard enough to have your thighs clamping together.

He wiped his fingers on your inner thighs, before standing up straight. He studied you for a moment, before turning on his heels and leaving you alone to pick up the pieces his cruel words left your heart in.

[erosmutt]

　★　Captain Save A Hoe　⨟　H. Solo

PART ONE

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo, Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Thrawn

﹙pairing﹚︰Han x DARTH VADER'S APPRENTICE!reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Master let his little apprentice go on a mission all by herself. It took some convincing from the Admirals, but she soon found herself on Tatooine, searching for a certain smuggler, and their run-in is far different than what she anticipated.

﹙content warnings﹚︰semi-public sex, bathroom sex, quickie, blowjob, face-fucking

﹙word count﹚︰2.0k

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.01.14

Every time you step into the conference room, you absolutely dread what's to come.

Rebels this, rebels that. Stationed here, stationed there.

The only plus to this specific meeting was that for once, Tarkin was not the one doing the talking. It was Thrawn.

"This man is not to be underestimated."

You sit at the table, fingers drumming on the surface in a steady rhythm, the only sound other than the soft beeps and boops of the control module as Thrawn navigates it, although both are being drowned out by your Master's obnoxiously loud breathing.

Nobody is really paying attention, for that matter. Except Tarkin, as always, kissing the Empire's ass.

Your eyes, previously clouded and distant, suddenly focus as the Admiral's words lift your veil of contemplation. You look up at the flickering screen displaying a mugshot of a man who, at first glance, seems unremarkable. "The man in question," Thrawn begins, his voice echoing through the conference room, "is Han Solo."

An involuntary scoff leaves you, drawing the attention of every high-ranking officer present. You lean forward slightly, your demeanor a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Pardon the intrusion," you interject, your tone measured. "but, what exactly makes him so perilous? He looks utterly unexceptional."

Unfortunately, Tarkin is the one to speak this time. He scrutinizes you with an intensity in his narrowed eyes that can only be perceived as disapproval, which it is, because he does not approve of you. However, he tolerates you.

"His danger lies not in his outward appearance, but in the information he possesses, and the circles he keeps. He's a smuggler, one with a network of contacts that stretches across the Outer Rim and beyond." He takes a breath before continuing, eyes never leaving your face. "Solo has been known to associate with the likes of the Rebel Alliance's top leader. His ship, the Millennium Falcon, is used to ferry critical information and supplies to the Rebellion's strongholds."

Maker, what an earful.

Tarkin's gaze turns back to the mugshot, distaste clear on his face and in his voice. "Furthermore, he's been a thorn in the side of the Empire. He's evaded us for years, always slipping through our grasp at the last moment. In doing so, he's become a symbol of defiance, a beacon of hope for the discontented masses."

Is he done yet?

"Perhaps you'd like to aid in his capture, since you have such curiosity."

Of course not.

"Excuse me?"

The pale blue of Tarkin's eyes fall back on you, studying your expression. "I recommend you take personal charge of this mission to apprehend Solo. Your... unique skills and background may prove invaluable in navigating the underworld he inhabits."

A sound akin to a garbled scoff is heard from beside you. It's clear that Vader isn't happy with this new development. The Grand Moff, ever the antagonist, raises an eyebrow. "Do you disagree, Lord Vader?"

Yes, he does disagree. One thousand times over, absolutely. Yet for some reason, he can't find it in himself to argue with the Admiral today. A few moments of silence pass before Vader speaks.

"Very well."

That's how you found yourself on Tatooine.

Fate decided you would be dropped onto this podunk, backwater planet, and so here you are, feeling stranded on the desolate sands of Tatooine. The scorching heat of the binary suns above bears down upon you, your skimpy clothes given to you for the mission doing little to shield you from the temperature.

Vader had told you he had an inkling that the rogue would be lurking in one of the planet's countless cantinas. Sure enough, as you make your way inside of a particular dive bar, his intuition proved correct.

It's loud. Too loud.

The raucous noise of the patrons and music combined is an unwelcome and very stark contrast to the usual eerie, dead silence you've grown accustomed to in Imperial dwellings. It all grates on your ears, overwhelming you. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, they fall upon a familiar face across the room.

Han Solo. Just the man you want to see.

A warmth pools in your tummy as Han's piercing brown eyes meet yours, a cocky, charming grin spreading across his handsome face. Despite there being three girls at the table looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars just for them, you feel an inexplicable pull, a magnetic attraction drawing you towards him. Straightening your short skirt, the leather of it creaking a bit, you take a deep breath and make your way across the crowded cantina, weaving between the tables and assortment of patrons.

He sits at a sabacc table, boots kicked up onto it making no difference on the scratched up surface, his lips now fixed into a lazy smirk on the death stick between them as he plays the game with the ease of a seasoned gambler. As you approach the table, Han's eyes rake over your curves, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat beside him, a silent invitation. The others present, a mix of humans, humanoids, and aliens, eye you warily, sensing your potential competition.

"Well well," Han drawls around the stick in his mouth, his voice like velvet and sin. "Join us, darlin'." He gestures to the seat beside him.

As you settle in, your hand finds his arm, once again making a heat pool in your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric of his sleeve, the firmness of his bicep beneath your fingertips. You lean forward slightly, looking at his hand.

Leaning forward, you watch as Han takes a long drag of his death stick, the embers glowing bright in the dim light of the cantina. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a challenge in his gaze, a dare to match his audacity.

The cards laid out before him are just a jumble of patterns and numbers to your untrained eyes. You have zero idea who has the advantage, but you're not here to play sabacc. You're here for him.

You hesitate for a moment, your stomach fluttering nervously as you glance towards the cantina's entrance. The noise of the crowd fades into a distant murmur. Han's presence, his raw charisma, is utterly consuming.

Suddenly, you remember the reason you came here. To apprehend him. Why does he have your body warming with attraction? You stand up a bit abruptly. "Excuse me," you murmur, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremor in your voice. "I'll be right back."

Once again, you weave your way through the ridiculously crowded cantina, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way to the refresher. It's a welcome respite from the chaos, the air slightly cooler and less smoky. You stand at the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes wide and bright. You look... excited, almost manic. You turn on the sink and splash some cool water on your face, trying to snap out of it and compose yourself.

As you dry your hands, another woman steps out of one of the stalls, approaching the sink and turning the water on. "Watch yourself with that one, sweetheart." She warns, tilting her head to the door, referring to Han. "He's trouble." She takes the towel from you, drying her hands. Just like that, she's gone.

The door swings right back open, revealing Han's imposing figure, the smell of smoke and whiskey brought with him. He strides in, each step eating up the distance between the two of you. At 6'2", his tall, muscular frame seems to dwarf the small bathroom, making you feel small and insignificant. Han leans against the sink, looming over you, his gaze boring into yours. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not let out a whimper.

"You said 'right back,' didn't you?" His deep voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine. He hits a fresh pack of death sticks against his palm before tearing it open, tossing the paper onto the floor, and extracting one. With fluid motions he places the death stick between his lip and flicks open his lighter. Shielding the flame with his large hand, he ignites it, the embers glowing.

"Looks like the party's here now," Han sighs, flicking the lighter closed and setting it beside the pack on the counter. His eyes never leave your face. The air is growing thick with tension, the scent of smoke mingling with the lingering floral aroma of the hand soap and your own fear. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, realizing the precarious situation you've gotten yourself in.

Thrawn was right. He is not to be underestimated.

"Loth-cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He asks, growing agitated with your silence. "C'mon, darlin'. A pretty little thing like you, comin' here for a good time then runnin' away?" Han pushes off the sink, beginning to circle you. As he stops behind you, he stares with a heavy gaze, taking a long drag of his death stick. The smoke curls around his head like a sinister halo. "You know sweetheart," he taps the ash off the stick into the sink. His hand comes to rest on your hip, pulling you towards him, your back hitting his chest. "I could show you a real good time."

"A good time?" You question, laying your head back against his chest. "Mhm," he leans down and presses a kiss to your jawline, then to your neck, giving your pulse point a teasing flick with his tongue. "Turn back around f'me, sweet thing, face me." He murmurs, and you comply, now facing him. "On your knees."

"Yes Captain." Your voice in your ears is barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in against your chest as you drop down to your knees. "You know what to do, sweetheart." Your hands find and undo his belt, the metal clasp falling open with a soft clink. Dragging down his zipper, you tug at the waistband of his pants, freeing his hardening cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, the musky scent filling your nostrils.

Tentatively, you wrap a hand around his velvety shaft, stroking it with a light touch. Han inhales sharply, his hips jerking forward slightly, seeking more contact. You lean in, flicking your tongue out to taste the pearlescent bead of precum glistening at the tip. The flavor spreads across your taste buds, salty and slightly bitter, but bearable.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, before taking Han's cock into your mouth. Inch by inch, you sink down, lips stretching around his girth. The head of it bumps against the back of your throat, making you gag reflexively. You fight the urge, determined to please him, to get him in Imperial custody as quick as possible.

Han groans, tangling a hand in your hair. "Kriff, hold still dollface," he mutters around the death stick before tangling his other hand in your hair, beginning to guide your movements. He sets a relentless pace, fucking your mouth with short, hard thrusts. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, hands on his hairy thighs. Your jaw aches, your neck strains, but still, you take him deeper, until the tip of his cock nestles in the tight clutch of your throat.

He grunts, grip tightening in your hair, holding you in place as he hilts inside your mouth. You shut your eyes, the tears that welled up in them finally spilling down your cheeks. With a deep, guttural moan, Han empties his balls down your throat. "Ohh, Maker," he drawls. "Swallow," he whispers hoarsely. You swallow, the hot, salty essence of his cum making you gag.

Finally, Han pulls out, his softening cock slipping from your used mouth with a wet pop. You gasp for air, strands of drool and semen connecting your lips to his crotch before they snap, decorating your chin with a sheen. You look up at him, eyes pleading and desperate. For what, exactly? You have no idea. Your dignity, perhaps.

Wait a minute. Aren't you on a mission right now?

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[castiwls]

invisible string .ᐟ

Paring; anakin x reader

Prompt; 'And isn't it just so pretty to think. All along there was some Invisible string tying you to me?'

Requested; anon

Notes; reqs and inbox are open !

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Fate wasn’t something you truly believed in. The force sure, but fate? That was something children were told to help keep them optimistic or explain coincidences which were just slightly too perfect - parental intervention or not.

Things happened for a reason - but fate was not a reason.

Anakin Skywalker however seemed to be determined to make you believe that fate was real and that it was fate that the two of you ended up in the hallway and the same time at the exact moment a droid decided to trip you up and right into his arms.

Of course, you’d heard of him but you’d never met him. Your master had once described life as being led by a little golden string. Every event was linked and sometimes some people's strings intertwined together when those people were meant to meet.

Anakin seemed convinced that your strings were meant to intertwine and he was doing everything he could to make sure you knew this. First, it was the fact that you were both born on Tatooine and then it became the fact that you both were in the same youngling group (you never spoke) and finally the fact that you both just happened to have quarters in the same wing.

You continued to push that “it’s just a coincidence. It’s not fate, we’re the same age of course we’d be in the same temple group.” Every time Anakin would simply laugh before shrugging and making a comment about how. “A coincidence is fate.” He’d grin wrapping an arm over your shoulder and joining you on whatever errand you were running.

Though Anakin Skywalker was anything if not determined. And he was determined to make you see that your meeting was years in the making - every little action had led to your strings intertwining more and more until that one day in the corridor. 

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“Can I help?” You jumped slightly as a voice broke through the silence and you whipped around to find Anakin grinning back at you, half his body hidden behind the door frame. 

“How did you even find me?” 

“I have my ways.”

“You asked half the temple didn't you?”

“...No” 

You huffed as he stepped closer to where you were currently sat hunched over a droid which you’d spent the last three hours trying to fix. “You look a bit stuck there.” Anakin gestured to the parts strewn all over the floor before crouching down to pick one up. 

“Use this. It’s easier to tighten the smaller bolts.” He pressed the tool into your hand with a small smile. You frowned blinking at him for a moment before nodding and taking the tool. “Thanks.” You did as he said and quickly found him to be right. 

The bolt tightened almost immediately and Anakin made a small noise of satisfaction as you stared down at the bolt. You’d spent the last half an hour trying to get the damn thing to tighten and he’d solved it in less than a minute.

“See. Like I said, much easier.” He squeezed your shoulder before moving to sit down properly beside you. “Here.” He reached over to gently take the tool and the droid. “Let me.” 

He worked in relative silence for a while as you watched. “Why are you so obsessed with the idea of befriending me?” Your words surprised you - the thought not meant to have left your lips but Anakin simply smiled. 

“Because, I think you're an interesting person.” His shoulder bumped yours “And like I said it does seem kinda like fate that we just happened to have so much in common before we even spoke.” You huffed rolling your eyes as he laughed quietly.

“Remember that little thread that we were taught about?”

“Of course I do.”

“Yeah, that little thread is like fate-”

“Anakin-”

He simply cut you off placing the droid down. “I like you. And I don’t think it's a coincidence that we met.” You pursed your lips. He really wasn’t going to leave this alone. “It’s too perfect that we just happen to be from the same town and spent most of our childhoods in the same environment and never met. I think we were meant to meet when we did.”

You sucked in a breath watching him for a moment. You could almost hear the passion in his words almost. He really believed in this - that for whatever reason you were fated to meet.

“Let me prove it to you. Give me a month.” Anakin offered turning to face you fully. “Prove to you that the story about those strings was true.”

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When you became Darth Vader's Left Hand, it was because of your brutal efficiency. You had swiftly moved through the ranks, from stormtrooper to Inquisitor within the first few years of his time as Lord. Eventually, you were promoted to your current position. Left Hand.

A Left Hand is essentially a spy. Emperor Palpatine's Right Hand is Lord Vader. He gives the emperor a far reach and the ability to rule several planets. You are Lord Vader's Left Hand. You find weeds and pluck them.

You sit in all of Lord Vader's councils, offering advice when necessary. He gave you a custom armor set, similar to that of which you wore when you were Inquisitor. The cape is orange, yellow, and red on the inside to match the flowing lava of Mustafar. Your helmet and heels are created to be combat-ready while also intimidating. When any rank lower than you - all ranks except Vader's are lower than yours - hears the tell-tale click, click, click of your heels, they know there is trouble.

Today, you are summoned to Lord Vader's quarters, where his Bacta tank sits. For the first time in the several years you have worked for your Lord Vader, you recognize him. Anakin Skywalker. Anakin was your friend on Tatooine. But he left you behind for the Jedi order. You became a mercenary. And you forgot entirely about the love you held for him. Until now.

The sight of him makes you want to break down and weep at his feet. He is suspended in the Bacta tank, like a creature meant to be shown off at a zoo. But no one sees him like this. Not even you - until today. All of his limbs are missing, while every inch of his body is burned beyond burned. Crisped and shriveled like coals in a fire. He's gone through about as much pain and suffering as anyone you've ever seen, and the both of you still have Hell to look forward to.

"Lord Vader." You bow respectfully, though your voice cracks.

"You-" His voice hisses through his respirator "-Have done... well."

"Thank you, my lord." You clap your right hand to your breast; a symbol of respect.

"Do you... know me?" he wheezes. You wince behind your helmet at the pain in his eyes. No one should endure such agony.

"Yes, my lord. I recognize you," you reply respectfully.

"I... should have... taken you... with me." Vader's eyes are cast down when he says the words. They're blue. The very same blue you remember.

"I am who I am because Anakin left me." Your voice comes colder than you intended.

"You loved... loved me... did you... not?" he asks through his deep, mechanical breaths. "Ran... to Coruscant... to see me?"

"I broke from my slavery to see Anakin Skywalker, my lord." You can't look at him anymore. You choose something else to focus on, while still keeping your helmeted head facing toward him.

"And did you... love him?" he asks - a heartbreaking wheeze escaping his chest. A tear slips from your eyes.

"I did, Lord Vader." You refuse to let your voice break again. He can't hear your weakness.

"Perhaps... I was too hasty... to love Padmé... when you were... in front of... me." Lord Vader closes his eyes.

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╭ summary: your doll like face will be the end of anakin skywalker he was sure of it. however he must stay away from his disturbing thoughts as he was only your sugar daddy, and you two had agreed on a deal, no physical contact. Though for how long can you both resist the temptation?

╭ pairing: y/n x anakin skywalker

╭ genre: college au!, gap age (y/n is 20, anakin is 42), sugar daddy

╭ a/n: here’s part two of the series:) let me know what you think! any ideas of what you may wanna see, my requests are always open:)

part i

You huffed at the lack of notifications on your phone.

It has been officially two weeks since the last time you had spoken to Mr Skywalker. There was no messages, no calls, absolutely nothing. Your tendencies to please people made you overthink the worst, did he not like you? Were you not pretty enough for him. Shaking your head, you knew that could not have been the case. Though you could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You debated if you should reach out first, it was a Friday night and you were incredibly bored.

Reaching for your phone, you chewed on your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Thoughts racing your head, thinking of what you could say to him. Keeping it simple and short would be best, you thought.

May 2024

[Dollface] hey how are you?

[Sky] Hello, dollface. I'm alright why are you texting me this late at night. No plans for the youngsters hm?

[Dollface] uhh nopee. i wanted to ask you something..

[Sky] Go on. Don't be shy now.

[Dollface] um well you hadn't messaged me at all, did you decide i wasn't up for the role or something..

You slightly cringed at your desperation, but something about him just made you so needy for his attention. You wanted it, no you needed it.

[Sky] I do remember we both agreed to the deal, no?

[Dollface] well yeah.. but its been two weeks i just thought

[Sky] There has been no reason for me to do so. My next event is not until next Saturday which I will send more details over near the date.

[Dollface] oh i see yeah that makes sense haha sorry i will leave you be now.

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You felt something wet hit your cheek, you didn't even realize you were crying. The cold attitude was something you didn't expect to receive, though you should have knew better. You were always so senstive to people's feelings towards you, always wanting them to like you, doing anything in your power to please them.

Wiping the tears that had managed to escape, you threw your phone to side as you laid down on your bed. You didn't understand him, some moments he seemed to be kind and then other times he seemed so harsh and cold. You wrapped your arms around you, craving warmth as you mind couldn't stop creating thoughts upon thoughts of why he was so mean. Falling asleep that night was near impossible.

-

One week had passed since you reached out to Mr Skywalker, or your sugar daddy you could say. It felt like a painfully slow week, barely managing to attend your classes not really having much motivation. The nerves on attending the event had kept you up most nights, wondering how will it plan out. Your head perked up at the ding coming from your phone, rushing to your desk you saw the name which made you feel so many emotions at once.

[Sky] Good evening, Dollface. I hope I'm not interrupting you, I just wanted to let you know the details of the event tomorrow.

[Dollface] hey! no no i wasn't doing much. and yes of course

[Sky] Good. Luckily, the event is a local one so travel will not be far. We are promoting a new product so many important figures will be there, so formal outwear is a must for this case. Most importantly, do not be late.

[Dollface] yes i understand Mr Skywalker, what is the address of this place?

[Sky] No need. My driver and I will pick you up at eight o'clock sharp.

A relieved sigh left my lips, having some form of knowledge on the event slightly eased my nerves or perhaps it was the fact I got to speak to him. You shake your head, you shouldn't be feeling this way towards a man who only is there to pay you essentially.

Now you had a major task up your sleeve, try and find something fancy enough. Oh God. You thought, this is going to be difficult seen as your wardrobe was made up of tiny skirts and dresses. You had always preferred clothes that revealed your figure, not really finding the problem in lengths. Though you were determined not to disappoint the man, and rushed to find something that will be acceptable enough.

-

Twenty minutes. That is how long you had before Mr Skywalker picks you up. You had managed to find a dress that you had long tucked away, a dress you mother had gifted you on your eighteen birthday, saying how you were finally a lady and should dress like one. You remember rolling your eyes at her, never understanding why she found your style to be such a big deal.

Glancing up at the mirror, a big smile crossed your face. The long black gown hugged your figure in every right place, a flower pattern embroidered in the material, paired with some black heels. It was quite see through which did cause a slight doubt in your head but you pushed it away, it surely wouldn't be that much of a problem. Typically, you would have your hair straightened but for tonight you had put it in nice curls, your make up enhancing your docile features even more.

You could only hope he also thought you looked pretty. Cursing yourself for once again thinking about him so much but at this point you could not stop your little mind.

A knock was heard from the downstairs, it must be him. You quickly rushed downstairs, not faring to be a second late. Opening the door it felt like your breath was knocked out of you. There he stood towering over you, his dark blonde curls perfectly styled. A giddy feeling had crept in at the fact you were unintentionally matching, him in a full black suit.

He raised his eyebrow once his eyes had landed on you. Giving you a look over, "You look different." Was all he said before turning around and walking to the car parked in front of us. Your lip quivered, what did he even mean by that. Glancing down at yourself, you thought you looked pretty okay, yes it was very far from your usual style. Approaching the car you tried your hardest not to let out a sob, you didn't want to cry in front of him, he wouldn't understand your sensitive side, you thought.

The atmosphere inside the car was thick, you tightened your arms around yourself. Not a single word had been spoken between you, you felt so uncomfortable. So much so you almost were tempted to stop the car and run as far away from him as possible.

A shake to your shoulder made you jump from your thoughts, arrived already? "We are here. Now remember we are here as a couple so try to be on your best behavior." he says before leaving the car. Getting out the car the slight breeze hit your legs, you should have brought a jacket with you.

You felt someones hand touch yours, you jolted at the touch as you saw he had intertwined your hands together. Your doe like eyes peered up at him, forgetting for a minute at the reason behind such intimate action. He only gave you a tight smile before leading the way towards the building, you could only hope your poor heart won't give up on you.

Entering the massive hall you were surrounded by what you could only assume other rich people. Instantly, a lady had come offering drinks you both had declined her. You were not prepared to get drunk in front of all these people, knowing your self your ass would act out. You were a very emotional drunk.

"Here comes Mr Windu, he is my main opponent at the minute. Always challenging my role, that idiot.." he rambled on, you listened quietly finding it slightly cute at the tiny frown that appeared on his face.

"Just don't say anything got it." you nodded in response, you were unsure what type of man Mr Windu was, you had heard of his role in the state wanting to take Mr Skywalker's position from what you heard on the radio.

"Well well, what do we have here. Mr Skywalker it is a pleasure to see you. Have come all prepared as per usual." the older man grinned as his eyes never left Mr Skywalkers's. You gulped at the intense eye contact between the two. Only for Windu's eyes to glance down at me, your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

His dark eyes looked you up and down, "Oh and what a delight do we have here. I don't think I have seen you here before. Last I seen it was the beautiful Mrs Amidala"

A twinge of pain crossed your chest for a second, you almost forgot about his wife, or ex wife you could say.

"There is no longer a Mrs, Mr windu. If you have forgotten I had divorced my wife long time ago" Mr Skywalker's voice was strained, you could tell he did not want to be speaking about his ex wife with the man right now.

"And this is my new Lady, if you could excuse us now," he tried to walk away but was stopped by the grip Windu had on my wrist,.

"Now now, there is no reason for such a rush leave. I only wanted to learn the name of this gorgeous being, Skywalker. Does she not speak for herself, hm." he questioned as his hold never left my wrist. You winced at the harsh hold, "It's Y/n" you whimpered in response.

Dropping your arm he smirked, "It was nice meeting you Y/n, and of course you too Mr Skywalker." Watching him walk away, a huge sigh left your body you didn't even realize you were holding your breath.

Turning your head sideways, Mr Skywalker was already staring at you. Blushing at the long stare he was giving you, you looked down at your shoes biting your lip. You felt a gentle tug at your chin, raising you to look at him. Glancing at his eyes, you could see concern?

"Are you alright dollface? He should not have dared to put his hands on you like that. No man should. Are you hurt?" his questions made your head dizzy. The unexpected concern for you made you feel something inside. Giving him a slight node, "I'm okay Mr Skywalker, thank you. I just didn't expect it is all."

"Please use Anakin, dollface. It is easier to say and I feel so old when people use my last name so often." he chuckled, reaching for your hand again he held tit so gently this time, giving it a small squeeze as he led the way towards the bar.

You couldn't help but grin at the affection he was suddenly giving you, the cold attitude from earlier fully wiped away. It almost gave you a whiplash. "Would you like something to drink, dollface?" he asked as he ordered himself a whiskey. "Maybe just a coke, please."

"Not a drinker huh?" he questioned, taking a seat to your left on the high stools. "Not really, I just hate how I get when I get drunk. So rather just not cause a scene." you gave him a nervous laugh, playing with the ends of your hair to distract yourself from the piercing eyes that belonged to such a handsome man.

"Oh? And what would that be, dollface?" he raised his eyebrow, eyes never leaving me. The use of the nickname made you gush inside, loving how it sounded coming from him. You debated whether you should answer him but the affections side he shown you made you feel comfortable enough for some reason.

"I-I just get very emotional.. I'm just sensitive when it comes to things I guess. Or well more so than others, my mother always told me I need to grow out of it. But that is the thing its just who I am. I can't change something like that" you rambled on, in that moment it felt almost right.

He hums, "You shouldn't feel like you need to change for anyone, dollface. I'm being serious you know, you need to embrace yourself for who you are whichever way that is." The way he spoke to you was so soft and nothing like before, you almost didn't recognize the man facing you.

"Thank you, Anakin I really do appreciate that." you gave him a big smile in return. His hand reached out and brushed a piece of hair from my face, tucking it behind your ear, you didn't even notice the gap that began to close as his face neared yours.

"Now what do we have here." A stern voice spoke out.

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[laylaplease]

Anakin x afab!reader | Smut | Minors DNI

Warnings — Mirror sex, degrading, rough dom Anakin, ownership, crying, praise kink, unprotected sex.

Word count — 750

Notes — I am salivating.

His hand snakes up your waist from behind; metallic fingers grip onto your chin, he turns your head. "Open your eyes."

You shake your head, little tears in the very corners from squeezing your eyelids so tightly. "Now." He groans again. His mouth presses against your ear and whispers. "I want you to look at how pretty you are while taking my cock." He lifts your upper body up and presses your back to his chest, his hand still gripping your chin while the other is guiding your hips onto his length. Your thighs tremble with the new position, you open your eyes. The sight in the mirror is absolutely pathetic.

Anakin is fucking into your sore cunt in a steady rhythm, each time going deeper and deeper, hitting all the right spots. Your cheeks are stained with tears from the overwhelming pleasure his body is rewarding you with. You can see yourself dripping down your legs onto the sheets. He knows how filthy you are feeling, so he grins wider when your eyes find his in the mirror. He starts fucking you faster. "What a fucking slut, I knew you’d like seeing yourself like this." His hands grip your skin tighter, leaving red spots on your flesh as he does. Your head throws backwards when his cock reaches a certain bundle inside of you and starts abusing it with sharp thrusts.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers, his velvet voice completely opposite of his actions. His hands keep kneading the soft skin of your body, roaming up and down your waist. "And all fucking mine."

You can’t help but tighten your inner muscles around him, sending waves of pleasure down his body. Each time you do, he grunts and praises you with more nasty words, his voice driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs tremble, and it almost seems that if he wasn’t holding your body up, you would collapse into the sheets.

"I know you’re close." Anakin whispers while biting on your neck, making you squirm in his grasp. "You will look into the mirror when you cum. Is that clear?"

You wanted to protest; you wanted to mock his authority over you and drive him absolutely mad, but you couldn’t. Not when your aching hole was drooling all over his cock, craving more and more of him with each sharp movement of his hips. So you nod eagerly, fighting the urge to shut your eyes and give into the moment.

Anakin seems pleased with your desperation. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, letting you know that he is moments away from covering your insides with his thick cum. His hand leaves your hip and comes in front of you to rub your swollen clit in a slow but steady motion. "Cum." He whispers, his voice harsh and dripping with lust.

You bite your lower lip as you gaze into the mirror in front of you one last time. The image of him disappearing in your soaking pussy is enough to make you moan louder than you already are. Anakin keeps fucking into you with the same aggressive pace; his fingers rub you faster, pushing onto your sensitive bud, your insides clench one last time when you obey his command.

A wave of explosive pleasure washes over your body, making you shake and shiver. His thrusts turn sloppy and irregular as his own orgasm takes over, rewarding your ears with a loud groan of your name. He lets go of you, making you both collapse into the covers face-down with his length still buried deep inside of you, spurting strings of hot cum that are now beginning to leak down your shaking thighs. His sweaty body is pressed against your back, making you unable to move as you listen to his deep breathing. "Maker, such a needy cunt." He mocks you after feeling your insides tense around him, milking him dry.

After a few seconds of breathing, he lifts himself up, slowly pulling out of you. You can feel him lean back to admire the view. He grabs your ass and spreads it wider, swallowing loudly at the sight of his seed covering your sensitive folds.

You lift your head off the sheets and turn to look at him. Anakin reaches for your cheek and wipes the tears off with the back of his palm. "I’m never getting rid of that mirror." He grins, and you know you’re in for a treat.

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I can't stop thinking about Darth Vader, who has you sitting on his knee, sometimes bouncing it to tease you. His fingers with his leather glove, rubbing against your pussy, under your skirt. All this while he acts as if nothing happened, and gives orders to his men <3

MINORS DNI 18+

“Can you… just.. pay attention to me?” you ask, timidly exasperated as your hands physically search DARTH VADER's armor for purchase. Anything you can grab hold of that'll help you engage him. It's like he's placed you here knowing you're needy, while also keeping what you most desire just out of reach. As you're seated on his leg, you raise your neck from your slump in an attempt to catch his eye through his expressionless visor.

"I'm occupied, my pet." Every word is precisely enunciated, his voice a deep rumble that sends chills down your spine. His glove traverses the surface of a data-pad, scrolling through filed information.

"I don't like being ignored." you pout. With a single bounce of his leg, you emit a yelp, bracing your palms on his thigh to re-balance.

"Is that so?" he replies, disengaged but amused. "Come here, my star. Come." A croon that's heeded, rearranging to tuck your back under his arm while it wraps around. It's huge on you, and you swallow, watching it with interest as it slides down to cup your sex through your clothes. Another noise releases from your lips, and he tsks. "My, we are insatiable today, aren't we?"

[louisaskywalkerani]

Beneath Your Touch

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

synopsis : Basically, its your first time. Thats all.

CW : 18+, smut! minors DNI. vaginal fingering | p in v | unprotected sex

an : So, here’s the thing—this is about two people who can't keep their hands off each other (shocking, I know). It’s messy, a little awkward, and honestly, way too intense, but hey, what else would you expect? Anyway, hope you didn’t fall asleep halfway through. Or maybe you did? Who knows. Let me know what you think, or don’t.

As you hear the door creaking open, you jolt up in bed, blinking at the sound. Your mind races—who could it be this early? Only one person comes to mind. It’s Anakin. You rub your eyes groggily, swing your feet to the cold floor, and shuffle to the door. 

You open it a crack, just enough to peek through. There he stands, his dark Jedi robes sweeping the ground, looking like something out of a dramatic holodrama. His brows are furrowed, lips set in a deep frown, and his whole posture screams exhaustion. It’s kind of unsettling, seeing him like this when he’s usually so confident, practically oozing swagger. 

"Ani..." you whisper, still half-asleep but feeling that familiar rush of affection. "You’re back."

He locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with so much emotion it makes your stomach flip. "Hey, angel," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Sorry for waking you up so early. I just... I couldn’t wait any longer."

Your heart skips a beat, and you don’t even try to hide the smile creeping up. "It’s okay, come in." You grab his hand and pull him inside, shutting the door behind him. "How was the mission?"

He lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Intense. Lots of fighting, lots of stress." He pauses, his blue eyes finding yours again, this time burning with something deeper. "But I’m here now. And I missed you so fucking much."

Before you can even respond, he’s pulling you into a crushing hug. You melt against him, inhaling his familiar scent, that mix of something warm and earthy that’s just so him. "I missed you too," you mumble into his chest. "So much."

You stay like that, wrapped up in each other, and it feels like time stops for a moment. But then you start noticing how every inch of him feels pressed up against you, and your body reacts almost immediately. That familiar warmth starts pooling between your legs, and you find yourself pressing closer, like you can’t get enough of him.

Anakin seems to catch on quickly—of course, he does. His hands start roaming over your body, squeezing and caressing like he’s memorizing every curve all over again. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he groans, his lips finding your neck and nipping at your skin. You can’t help but shiver because damn, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

"I want to make you feel good, baby. Let me worship this beautiful body of yours," he whispers, his voice low and breathy, and you have to bite back a sarcastic Oh, please do, because really, you’re not about to ruin the moment.

He trails soft, teasing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, making you shudder. His large hands slide under your thin nightgown, palming your breasts and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. They harden instantly, and you gasp as he tweaks them gently, sending a shockwave straight to your core.

"Ani..." you whimper, your voice coming out breathy as you arch into his touch. "Please..."

He chuckles against your skin, the sound rumbling through you and making you shiver even more. "Please what, angel? Tell me what you want," he teases, like he doesn’t already know exactly what you’re craving.

You flush a little, suddenly feeling shy despite how desperately you’ve been wanting this. "I... I want you to touch me more. Everywhere," you whisper, meeting his eyes with a half-pleading, half-smoldering look. "I’ve been thinking about your hands on me the whole time you were gone."

Anakin’s grin widens, turning wicked. "Oh, have you now?" he purrs, giving your nipples a firmer pinch that has you gasping. "Don’t worry, I’m going to touch you so good." 

He doesn’t waste any more time, pushing your nightgown up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. You shiver under his heated gaze, feeling exposed but *so* aroused it doesn’t even matter. His eyes rake over your body like he’s savoring every inch.

"Fucking perfect," he growls, his hands gliding down your sides to your hips. He hooks his fingers into your panties, dragging them down your legs agonizingly slowly, his mouth following the path. It’s the kind of thing that would make you roll your eyes if it weren’t so hot.

He settles between your thighs, parting your folds with his fingers, and you’re already squirming, hips lifting in anticipation. "Ani, please..." you beg, rocking your hips as if that’ll make him move faster. "I need it. I need you."

He just grins like the smug bastard he can be and swipes his tongue over your clit, making you cry out and fist his hair. "Shh, just relax, baby," he coos, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue like he’s got all the time in the world. "Let me take care of you."

And as much as you want to retort with something sarcastic, you’re too busy being completely undone by the way his mouth feels on you, the pleasure building higher with every flick of his tongue.

He works you open with long, slow licks, occasionally dipping his tongue inside your tight entrance. And wow, the taste of you seems to explode on his tongue because he groans like he’s just tasted the best dessert ever. It’s almost embarrassing how good he is at this—like, did he take a course or something? He grips your thighs, spreading you wider as he delves deeper, gently tongue fucking you, and you can’t help but think, Of course, he’s amazing at this too. Typical.

"That's it, angel," he murmurs against your slick folds. "Let me in. Gonna make you feel so good." His voice is all low and raspy, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

You writhe beneath him, hands fisting the sheets because you genuinely can't handle this. Your brain is short-circuiting, and it's like you’re experiencing this for the first time (well, okay, you kind of are, but still). The intense sensations are so overwhelming it almost feels unfair. Anakin's down there like he’s got nowhere else to be, licking and sucking until you're a complete mess, your hips practically bucking against his face on their own. 

"Ani, I... I'm gonna-“ you gasp out, that familiar tingling deep in your core making itself known. And, of course, he just doubles down, sucking on your clit like he’s trying to win some kind of award. 

Two fingers slip inside your tight heat, curling just right to stroke your g-spot, and that’s it—you’re done. You come with a sharp cry, your back arching off the bed as your walls clench around his fingers. It’s intense and overwhelming, like he just flipped a switch inside you. 

He doesn’t even stop—no, he keeps going, licking at you through your orgasm like he’s trying to make you see stars. By the time he’s done, you’re trembling all over, the overstimulation making you so sensitive you could scream. He presses these soft, tender kisses to your inner thighs before crawling up your body with this stupidly proud grin on his face.

"You did so well, baby," he says, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it’s kind of hot but also kind of mortifying. "Now I’m going to make you come on my cock," he adds, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

He positions himself at your entrance, the thick head nudging against your slick folds, and you suddenly freeze up, feeling a wave of nerves. "Wait, Ani-“

He stops immediately, looking down at you with genuine concern. It’s almost sweet, really. "What’s wrong, angel?"

"I just… It’s my first time..." you admit softly, feeling a little vulnerable and pretty much embarrassed.

His eyes widen, and you can see the realization dawn on his face. “Fuck baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize..." He cups your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb. "We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I would never hurt you." 

And for a moment, it’s almost enough to make you forget he was just eating you out like he was starving a second ago.

"No, I want to," you assure him, reaching down to stroke his length. The nerves are there, sure, but the trust is too. "I trust you, Ani. I want my first time to be with you." And there it is—you said it out loud, hoping it doesn’t sound as awkward as it feels in your head.

He looks relieved, like he was holding his breath. "Okay, we'll go slow. If anything hurts, we stop, alright?" He’s all serious, like this is a contract negotiation, but honestly, it’s kind of sweet.

You nod, heart pounding in your chest, a mix of anticipation and nerves making your skin tingle. Anakin kisses you deeply, like he’s trying to pour every ounce of love and devotion he has into it. It’s a little overwhelming, but in a good way. Then he starts to push inside, slow and careful, and you kind of appreciate that he’s taking his time. 

You tense up as he breaches your entrance, a sharp sting making you gasp. It’s not unbearable, but it definitely doesn’t feel amazing either. Anakin immediately stops, his forehead pressed to yours, whispering, "Breathe, baby. You're doing so good." 

You take a deep breath, trying to relax. It’s almost funny how you’re practically giving yourself a pep talk in your head, like Come on, body, get it together. He resumes his slow advance, inch by inch sliding deeper inside you, and when he finally bottoms out, he stays still. It’s like he’s letting you take your time to adjust, which is nice, but also, who knew this would be so... full?

"How do you feel, angel?" he asks softly, brushing a stray piece of hair off your face. You can tell he’s genuinely concerned, and it’s oddly comforting.

"Full," you whisper, marveling at the sensation. It’s not something you can easily describe, but it’s a lot. "You’re... really big." The words slip out before you can stop them, and you can’t help but cringe a little at how cliché it sounds. 

He chuckles against your neck, clearly amused. "You’re taking me so well. So tight and perfect." His voice is low and husky, and you can’t decide if you want to roll your eyes or melt into him.

He starts to move, pulling out slowly before easing back in, setting a gentle rhythm. It’s almost annoyingly sweet how careful he’s being. Like, I get it—you’re trying to be nice. But as the slow, steady thrusts start to build up, the sparks of pleasure begin to spread through your body, and okay, maybe the slow pace is a good thing after all.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you instinctively rock your hips to meet his. The feelings are overwhelming, so much more intense than you expected. You’re teetering right on the edge, and you can barely think straight. 

"Ani, I think... I think I’m gonna..." you pant, your walls starting to flutter around him. It’s kind of hilarious how fast this is happening, but also, it’s not like you’re going to stop it.

"That’s it, baby. Come for me. I’ve got you," he encourages, and you can hear the strain in his voice, like he’s barely holding on himself.

With a final, deep thrust, you shatter, your vision going white as ecstasy crashes over you. You feel like you’re floating for a second, everything going hazy. Anakin follows right after, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan that’s almost enough to send you over the edge again.

And just like that, it's over. You're both a sweaty, panting mess, tangled up together, and you can’t help but think, Well, that was definitely worth the hype.

[hopesworlld]

sam monroe catches you masterbating !

( mean!sam, use of vibrator, fingering, degradation, spanking, mentioned sex )

a small whine fell from your lips as you buried your fingers deeper into your sopping hole, gasping as you curled your fingers, prodding at that spongey spot inside of you that made your toes curl. you twisted slightly, spreading your legs wider as you forced your fingers down to the hilt, chasing that phantom release that curled at your spine.

“fuck,” you hissed, head falling back against your pillow, grinding your hips against your fingers, trying to replicate the feeling of someone else buried there, fingers or cock you didn’t care. you missed feeling full, achingly so as they drove deep inside of you and left you a babbling mess. you rolled on your side, throwing open your bedside drawer and pulling out your little bullet vibrator. you turned it on, speeding it up and pressing it against your clit. a screech falling from your lips as you jerked helplessly, body sent into overdrive by the vibrations and you came quickly, cum coating your fingers and squelching sickly.

you rolled over, heavy breaths falling from your lips as you switched the toy off and dropping it down when you heard clapping coming from the door way. your head whipped round, eyes meeting sam monroe’s, your brother best friend, and the boy who had fucked you so good over a month ago that nothing else had compared since.

“good show, babe, came a little to quickly if you ask me though,” he snickered, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves, eyes lined with thick black liner that made his blue eyes almost luminous.

“what the fuck, sam?” you hissed, grabbing your blankets and yanking them up to cover yourself.

“don’t you fucking dare,” sam snapped, crossing the room in seconds and grabbing the blanket from you, “sluts don’t need to cover up,” he said, tossing the blanket to the ground and grasping your thighs, spreading them open so that he could see the mess of slick that coated your inner thighs and welled from your pussy, weeping helplessly as he leaned down. you could feel his breath against you, ice cold against your swollen clit.

“sam,” you breathed weakly as he reached out, touch feather light as it trailed from your sopping hole to your clit, not enough to stimulate you, but enough to make you gasp, hips twitching.

“no,” sam hissed, removing his hand and slapping your thigh harshly, “you think i��m gonna play with this pathetic little pussy, look at it crying for me, so needy and wet. fucking pathetic,” he spat, “if you wanted something you should have called me, instead you got off with that little toy,” he said, glaring hatefully at the vibrator beside you.

“s’not the same,” you whimpered, “didn’t feel like you,” you pouted at him but sam simply shook his head.

“still used it didn’t you, saw you cum all over your self like a bitch in heat, squirming and moaning,” he scolded and your heart pounded.

“i… you weren’t…” you tried to say but same cut you off, hand coming up and grasping your cheeks, pinching them harshly.

“so you ask,” he grit out, “you pick up the phone and beg for me, beg for my hands, my cock and if you are a good girl you get them. but you weren’t a good girl where you, babe,” he frowned sympathetically.

“please,” you whined, words slurred by sam’s grasp on your cheeks.

“no,” sam growled, “you wanna cum again, you can use that stupid fucking toy and if you put on a good enough show maybe i’ll give you a treat,” he said, pulling back and seating himself at the chair beside your dresser with raised brows. “go on,” and who were you to disappoint.

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he’s such a cunt and i love him sm 🫶🏻

[judasprieist]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — darth vader x reader

warnings: 18+ content

DARTH VADER is the type of man to make you watch him finger you in front of a mirror. Sitting on the edge of the bed, your knees spread out over his to keep them in place.

⊹ He's also not taking the gloves off because he's a freak. That's the same hand that's force-choking people to death and something about that really pleases him.

⊹ His other arm would be wrapped around you to keep you in place, and definitely not on your mouth because he loves hearing the sweet little noises you make and he couldn't care less about who hears.

⊹ His eyes are glued to your pussy the whole time because it's so mesmerizing how you're gripping his fingers and he loves watching them disappear into you.

⊹ He's not gentle, by the way. Pretty much slapping your cunt with each thrust. It's borderline painful, but what were you expecting? He loves the sound of a wet pussy. What a freak.

[erosmutt]

husband!vader helping you get ready in the morning, you're holding his gloves, the strings of your corset are tangled around his cybernetic hands, and after pulling it taut the first time, you say "tighter," and he's pretty sure he pulled it tight enough the first time, but he obliges. "tighter." he looks down at the back of your head, brow furrowed. he tightens them further. you exhale, hands tightening around his gloves. he quickly figures it out - you're getting off on this. "tighter," he obliges, watching your reactions closely through the mirror.

[luminoustarlight]

Imagine a forced marriage to emperor Vader (in a universe where he didn’t get barbecued)

You’re a princess and your planet has been destroyed by the Empire & you’re a spoil of war. Palpatine gifts you to Anakin and he marries you somewhat hesitantly assuming you’re an unwilling participant, until you get to your chambers and he takes off his helmet and you can’t believe you luck: it’s love at first sight.

He’s like wtf is wrong with you?? you’ve literally been kidnapped, you should not be this happy. But you think he’s so hot that you can’t help yourself and you ride him all night while he’s kinda unamused and all “really, another round? Fine if you want, hop on.”

anakin being unamused through the whole thing is soooooooo hot because he’s just letting you use his dick for your own good. and the degrading would be HIGH.

“you’re really a little whore, aren’t you? forced to marry a man you don’t even know and your pussy is soaked.”

anakin won’t even show that you’re making him feel good either. he won’t look at you, he won’t moan, hell he might even hop on a data pad and ignore the fact that you’re bouncing on his cock, hands pressed on his firm chest and begging for him to give you any kind of attention at all.

“please, sir. look at me, please. touch me. i need it.”

but he gives you no satisfaction until he cums in you, making a snide comment about breeding you for the empire.

🍒 sin saturday