#burnt vader

[vixxensvoid]

TELL ME THIS ISNT ANAKIN WHEN HE GOT HIS DICK BURNT OFF

another slay for Vader

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 16

Vader x Reader

a/n: so sorry i’ve been super busy w work and school :( but i will finish my outgoing fics :) ty for sticking with me and for ur patience- hope u all still enjoy the story

confessions and unveiled secrets

warnings: cursing, angst, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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Vader opened his tired eyes and realized he was in a bed, an actual bed.

He attempted to sit himself up but was quickly reminded of his recent injuries, wincing painfully.

Before he could gain his bearings, a gentle hand placed itself onto his exposed shoulder from the other side of the bed. 

He flinched again which triggered his self defense; soon you felt your airway closing up. The forceful pressure made your heart race as you gasped for air. You removed your hand from him and clawed at your throat.

Vader turned to see who the hand belonged to and his deep yellow eyes faded to blue immediately once he realized it was you. 

Your brows were upturned in concern as you fought for oxygen- he exhaled the breath he was holding and you were released.

With a sigh you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and hunched over, catching your breath. 

“y/n…” he called desperately, “I’m so- I’m so sorry”.

You shook your head as you attempted to quell his worries. 

“I would never- It’s never my intention to hurt you” he rasped. 

“It’s ok- It’s ok… you didn’t mean to” you managed a smile. 

He attempted to sit up once more to meet you but failed again. 

“V, stay still- Don’t hurt yourself” you guided as you placed your hand back onto his shoulder. 

“Wait, just… let me hold you-” 

“But your burns?”

Vader shook his head slightly, “they don't matter at the moment- I just want you” he admitted. 

He honestly didn’t care if holding you hurt him- nothing could have pained him more than knowing he could have truly harmed you.

You reluctantly nodded, still concerned about his unhealed wounds but still helped him into a sitting position. 

Without a word he pulled you closer with the force and wrapped his new metal arms tightly around you.

He bit back a hiss as your robes brushed against his wounds; once you were situated, he shakily breathed in your scent and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Lie back” you coaxed once you felt the tremble of exhaustion coming from his tired body. 

He nodded and laid his head back on your plush pillow; there was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you as you relaxed under his signature. 

“thank you- for everything” he said before turning his head slightly to kiss your forehead with his scarred lips. 

You peeked at him through your lashes and smiled, “Of course V, you know I would do anything for you- I would go up to the emperor myself, If I had a plan” you added, only half joking. 

“I know- that’s why you mean so much to me y/n” he said shortly debating whether or not to reveal the extent of his feelings. 

Your smile faltered and you unintentionally loosened your grip on him; were you only important to him because you were so devoted to him? Is that the only reason he was so kind-

No words needed to be exchanged for him to feel the weight of your disappointment- Perhaps he could have phrased that better…

You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the ceiling as you began to severely overthink; meanwhile, Vader frantically tried to come up with a solution. 

You were naive to think he would want you if you weren’t at his beck and call, why would he care for you outside of being convenient?! He had no reason to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by one of his new hands on your cheek “I know you would do anything for me and I appreciate that- but I would never ask you to endanger yourself for my sake. You are too dear to me, My Darling”.

Your ears perked up at the term of endearment and his reassurance; you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “Really?”

He nodded and pulled you closer; your head rested on his scarred chest and you could hear the whirr of his support system with every breath he took. 

“Truly… I detest the notion of you being in danger” he said, still trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this (it had been a very long time since he had to express any vulnerable emotion, especially one involving romance). 

“Well thank you V” you responded thinking he would respond and then the conversation would pass. 

“It is because I love you too much- I cannot have anything happen to you… I-It would break my heart” he said, squeezing you tighter. 

Did he just-

“Love?” you squeaked out. 

How you longed to hear that word escape his mouth!

His grasp didn’t allow for you to look at him and you could tell he wanted it that way, but you still tried. 

“Vader- I want to see you” you said softly, attempting to coax the man to release you. 

He shook his head slightly as a scared child might and only continued to hold you closer (if that was even possible). 

He had a slight waiver to his already weak voice when he spoke again, “I do not think I would be able to continue without you”. 

Vader cursed himself for being so vulnerable… so fragile. But he simply could not contain the immense build up of emotions he had been suppressing.

After all… the main thing that kept him allowing himself to die on Mustafar was you- If that happened and he didn’t have you to live for he was sure he would have given in to the death he had been craving since the first time he laid on the burning shores. 

“I-it is alright if you do not share the sentiment- I still appreciate all you have done for me”

You were able to wiggle out of his firm grasp and propped yourself up to look him in the eyes, but once you were situated he would not meet your gaze.

Gently, you took his face in your hands and turned him towards you slowly. Surprisingly he allowed you to manage his movements and finally looked at you. 

His pupils were wavering and the color tetered between yellow and that lovely blue; the corners slightly damp with tears daring to fall. His eyes twitched under your gaze- what were you thinking? 

Your expression softened and you placed a kiss to his lips once more, “My Dear, you are the single most important thing in my life- how could I not love you?”.

He exhaled harshly and his tears began to descend; instead of wiping them away, you kissed the trails they left; “I have loved you from a distance for a while now… I just didn’t want to ruin us with my ambitious feeling”. 

“Ruin us? You could never ruin us” Vader realized his passionate promises and words reflected the naivety of his former self- Anakin Skywalker. He could never moderate his intense feelings- especially when it came to love. 

But this time he would not allow himself to be so reckless- He wouldn’t lose again. 

He held you impossibly closer and pressed gentle kisses to your temple as he rocked you back and forth attempting to ground himself. 

“You do not understand how much this means to me- how desperately I love you…” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Oh V” you cooed as you ran the pad of your thumb along his scarred cheek.

You felt his force signature falter, he was spent- the past few days had been emotional and physically taxing. 

“Alright my Love, ‘cmon, let's get you back to sleep” you coaxed, pulling the comforter over his shoulders. 

“No” he protested, lightly pulling at your arm. 

“You need to regain your strength V”. 

He mumbled before pulling you into his chest again, “what are you doing?” you giggled at his needy actions.

“Stay…”

With a breath of defeat you finally gave in to Vader’s wishes and cuddled up next to him.

“Fine, you win… this time”.

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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep but you woke to a dreadful feeling; a sleazy aura slunk past your door and you felt the intense weight of a foreign force signature- someone was outside. 

Worriedly, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and turned towards the man beside you; his eyes were already wide open and firmly placed a protective hand over your arm as he slowly attempted to sit up. 

You shrunk behind him as you watched a shadow under your door as the figure passed. The person stopped for a moment before laughing sinisterly. 

It’s alright, Just stay still My Love- you heard Vader call through the force. 

After a few painstaking moments the shadow finally left and took the oppressive weight with them. Vader tiredly laid back with a deep exhale and you attended to him.

“V, what- Who was that?” you asked as you calmed him down. 

“No one you need to worry about- I’ll handle it” he said, gently brushing your soft cheek with his cool metallic digits. 

“But-”

He shook his head, “Everything will be alright, trust me”. 

With that he ended the conversation and you laid down beside him with a frown before falling back asleep. 

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Vader’s life support worked overtime to keep up with his heart rate as he stomped down the corridor to meet his master.

He knew it was Palpatine who was outside your door last night, he knew he covered his signature too late- he knew Palpatine knew. 

He hadn’t felt so protective over someone in a long time so he was quite worried about you. He was weary to leave you this morning (who knew if the Emperor would order the troopers to do something to you?) but he eventually worked himself up to it. 

He decided it best to at least try to mask his emotions and true feelings instead of coming clean right away- he knew the Emperor well enough to know not to reveal everything to him.

The large sliding doors of the throne room opened to reveal the pale man perched atop the large chair; Vader closed his eyes and allowed himself to gain his composure before stepping forward. 

“Ahh I am pleased to see you whole again, Lord Vader” Palpatine smiled sinisterly as Vader struggled to bow without hurting himself. 

“I have done as you wish, my master. Have I redeemed myself?” 

“You have solidified your resilience and strength… I am pleased you still possess your fighting spirit” 

Vader felt himself relax, it seemed he had at least obtained the Emperor's approval once more. 

“Though… I am afraid you have become weak in other ways” the cloaked man added. 

“I do not understand; What exactly are you referring to?” Vader asked as he played off his anxieties. 

“Do not play the fool with me, my friend- You know exactly of whom I speak”

“I do not-” Vader began. 

“Cease your lies! I know she has been nursing your wounds and tending to you- Did you really think your lovesick gallivanting would not be brought to my attention?! Have you forgotten that this is my empire and I have informants in every corner…”

Vader felt his anger bubbling under the surface of his composure- he knew this confrontation was inevitable but he still felt the urge to snap the old man’s neck. 

“The woman of which you speak has done nothing wrong and serves the Empire loyally” Vader said as his hands rested on his bent knee. 

“You-” Palpatine corrected, “She serves you, loyally. She has no dedication to the empire”. 

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “She has blinded you”. 

Palpatine slowly lifted himself off of the throne and descended the stairs towards Vader. 

“I think that we need to set your focus back on the right track… but how to do that? Hmm” the pale man taunted before acting as if he had an epiphany. 

“Ahh! I’ve got an idea” he hissed. 

Vader’s stomach dropped- he knew what his master was going to say… he was going to say-

“Y/N, isn’t that her name? I have realized she is the one who has catalyzed this era of weakness in you, she must be the issue. It would be a shame if something were to occur that took her out of the pict-” 

“You will not touch her!” Vader’s mechanical voice boomed as he rose to his feet. 

Palpatine laughed and his sickening eyes widened, “seems I have struck a nerve, my friend? Would that be an accurate inference?”.

“Do not make me reiterate myself” Vader seethed, never had he so blatantly disagreed with his master- but nowadays he didn't have much to lose (other than you). 

“A bit bold, aren't we? Hah- Calm yourself old friend, I have use for her yet… just you wait” Palpatine said before walking back up the stairs to sit once more. 

At this point Vader’s teeth were clenched and his pacemaker was working overtime- this wasn't good, he needed to get you out of here, needed to get you somewhere safe. 

“You are dismissed… Tell your little friend I said hello” Palpatine smuggly said before waving him out.

Vader would make him regret ever saying your name. 

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a/n: sorry again this took so long!! but palps has something cooking- what will v do? what will the reader do?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!

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[hanasnx]

❝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥❞

darth vader x fem!reader

masterlist

summary: an officer of your starship becomes wise to you and your lover’s game. seeking the truth, he follows you and lord vader, catching you in the dirty act.

MINORS DNI 18+

character(s): darth vader, officer cordon (oc)

word count: 2k

warnings: established relationship, explicit sex but not as long/detailed as i usually do, lowkey dom vader, exhibitionism but it’s not grossly detailed just someone sneaking on you and vader but he doesn’t see any sex parts, size difference, a really gross show of power, toxic reader and toxic vader, murder

Officer Cordon had been stationed on this Star Destroyer for months. It was an honor to work under Lord Vader, and so Cordon had been pleased to be chosen for this duty. The Sith Lord was not to be trifled with, and Cordon did not take the affairs of his superior lightly. His admiration for his battle strategies made Vader a role model, regardless of his harsh demeanor towards anyone unworthy. 

Cordon respected him, and feared him, and whenever he was lucky enough to share a room with Darth Vader, his eyes were on him solely. To study his movements, his commands… Cordon couldn’t look away. As a moth drawn to flame, he was mesmerized and desired to serve the Sith in any way he could. 

However, those feelings muddied in time. Confusion took root as he observed the Enforcer of the Galaxy. A woman, you, trailed alongside Vader more often than not. A position Cordon yearned to be. It drove him to glue his watchful eyes to the pair of you. His dedication revealed more than he thought there to be. 

Subtlety has never been Vader’s strong suit. Cordon learned that when he had walked into a room and unexpectedly met the view of the Sith Lord brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. Going unnoticed, Cordon slinked into the shadows, and saw the two of you leave together. This newfound discovery fueled his fire, curiosity gripped him to uncover exactly what you were to Lord Vader. You couldn’t be a mere recorder if such a merciless monster touched you so tenderly. 

Following you closely, Cordon was privy to information he never would’ve come across without spying. He felt so clueless he hadn’t seen it before. Was everyone on this ship aware of it but him? Did they choose not to say something out of fear? It was unprofessional for a superior such as Lord Vader to display favoritism to a lowly recorder— if that even was your job. 

Cordon witnessed how Vader pinched your chin to guide you look at him. Your countenance and body language conveyed defiance. Shying away from him, acting as though he was not in charge of you. Yet instead of striking you down or casting you out, Vader merely directed your movements and you hesitantly relinquished control to him. This was not the Darth Vader that Officer Cordon pedestalized. 

Yet again, the Sith reminded Cordon how human he was and how he brandished it when you were involved. A marginal incline of the black helmet, and the Officer could’ve sworn he was… checking out your ass as you strode in front of him? It was sickening to see. A lump formed in Cordon’s throat to view such a shameless example of Vader’s preference towards you. As if to confirm his suspicions, he noted how you glanced over your shoulder at the sith as if to ensure he was watching you flaunt your womanly wiles. Cordon couldn’t bear this, and the guilt weighed on him for leaving this unreported. 

One of the worst and most blatant disregards for protocol leading up to the incident was when Cordon had seen the two of you sneak off, and when he’d caught up from a safe distance, you were pressed up against the wall in a narrow corridor, and hooked your hand into Vader’s belt, tugging him over to you, pressing him to you. Caged within his heavy arms and veiled by his cape, you bit your lip suggestively, gazing up at him through your thick lashes and bright, doe eyes. It made Cordon sick. Was it you that had the Dark Lord under some sort of spell? Did their great leader fall victim to your siren’s song? Who sent you? 

A single finger of Lord Vader’s traced the cut of your jaw, and brushed over your lips, flicking the lower one so it’d bob back up. Cordon strained his ears, able to understand only a fraction of what he was saying to you. “Shall I put that naughty mouth to use, little one?” 

Cordon’s jaw dropped, and he escaped before he was detected. 

His ignorance of the situation had faded, he was determined to know all he could. What was the true nature of the relationship? And to what extent did it stretch? Who else was cognizant of this tragedy? Surely not the Emperor. 

A certain excitement bloomed in Cordon’s chest at the notion he’d be the one to reveal this valuable discovery to the Emperor. The reward would be so sweet. Perhaps, the Emperor would be so pleased he’d promote Cordon to replace Lord Vader. The model he’d coveted the most would work underneath him if he were not killed for this offense. It was so delicious, Cordon had to contain himself from spilling it to his cherished leader immediately. In order to be believed, a professional detective would have proof. So that is what Cordon set his sights on. 

The officer kept his distance, following the route you and Lord Vader set. It aided him in his deduction of where the two of you most frequently rendezvoused. His avid snooping granted him the ability to plan his method. 

You challenged your lover, tugging him along by his arm. “You’ve been neglecting me, handsome,” Dazzling as your smile was, Vader kept his gaze forward. 

“Hardly. I’ve never met someone so insatiable.” he responded, and you recognized his playful tone. 

When you looked at him, his mask inclined toward you as if he casted you a side glance, “I have.” you replied, and tongued the corner of your cheek. He scoffed at the implication you meant him. Strongly, he led you to a lockable room. The familiarity of the situation had butterflies erupting in your stomach. As he’s done a thousand times before, he pulled you in front of him, pressing your back to a holo-table by your hips. This was his personal command center, used for battle strategies, mapping, and occasionally love making. You hopped up obediently with his aid.

“Shall I satisfy your needs once more, my love? I promise this time I’ll not stop ‘til you beg for it.” his words were decisive, and it shot straight through you to your core. You nodded enthusiastically. “Happy to get what you want?” 

“Always.” 

“Spoiled,” 

“As I should be.” you said and he hummed in affirmation as his hands wandered you. You could feel his metal through his gloves, squeezing your hips and rounding to your waist, arching you into him. You braced against him on his lumbering shoulders, and symbolically you pressed a kiss to his mouth piece. Curtly, he directed you down, lying on your back onto the holotable, your hair splaying out like a halo. A perfect fallen angel. 

Vader’s eyes trailed down your bodice, tightly wrapped up in clothes he would not yet peel off of you. Your gaze trained on him, as his hands ambled, squeezing and kneading as he went. As naughty as you were, he couldn’t say no to you when you yearned for him so obviously. Your body called to him like a lighthouse in a storm, no matter how much you denied it, his force sensitivity made him aware of your attachment to him. His fingertips left a trail of fire in their wake, anticipation building in your belly being privy to their destination. 

Cordon could hear it all. See it all. The contortions of disgust on his face rarely shifted, frozen in place from this putrid revelation. Nevertheless, he waited. He waited for his moment to strike. He peeked around the corner. Saw how you were on your back, and how only your head was visible to him because of the dark figure in front of you and his shrouding cape. 

Darth Vader handled your waist and hips, generously exploring territory he’s laid claim to a thousand times. You jutted your chin, “Get on with it, killer.” 

You stared up at him with stars in your eyes as he massaged your thigh, adhering your suggestion but taking his time, reminding you to be patient. It was exceptionally difficult, and your fingers clutched onto the cloth of his tunic, guiding him closer, silent in asking him to maintain proximity. To touch you, to let you feel his daunting presence. Your Lord Vader was so much larger than you, towering over the table where you lay. His broad hands roamed the expanse of your stomach and trailing down to the heat between your legs, glossing over your clothed sex. 

Out of sensitivity, you chased his touch, lifting your hips with a sigh through your perfect lips. Lips that Vader longed to capture, but was reduced to running the pads of his fingers over, toying with the flesh. Coyly, you kissed the tip of it, and when he idled out of curiosity, you seized a step further. You took the finger into your mouth, the leather scraping against your tongue as you sink the length of his digit in to suck on it. Fascinated by your odd behavior— licking on a fabric of all things— he remained, bobbing the single item in and out of your pillowy lips, until he invited another in, now two that played with your tongue. He observed how mischievous you were, and exited your mouth only to scoop you up in his strong arms. 

“What—? Hey!” you squealed in delight, your fun interrupted as he harshly propped you between his rigid body and the wall. 

“I cannot wait any longer.” he breathed. His contradicting words worsen your smile, cocky at the fact he had begun this to take it slow, and now you felt his hardened member against your inner thigh. 

You helped in maneuvering, sliding your nimble hands exactly where they needed to be. Disengaging his codpiece, and tugging your pants out of the way, his swollen head eagerly thumbing your entrance. “Now, it’ll be a little tight right now, since we skipped— oh,” The bulb of him inched in, the pleasurous sting of being stretched stealing the breath from your lungs. If a quickie was what he wanted, you were not complaining. 

With each roll of his hips, he rooted further and further in, and your silken walls clenched around him, earning you his heartened grunts. You were wet but not enough for his substantial member. There was no way he could fit. 

“My lord,” you spoke through a hiss, your cervix uncomfortably brushed. “hold on, I’m too ti—“ In the middle of asking for some more foreplay, you nearly jumped out of your skin at an entire person appearing out of thin air. You clutched onto the Sith by his shoulders out of surprise. 

“Ah-ha!” Cordon, who could not take this abuse for a second more, leapt from his hiding spot, turning both the heads of you and the Enforcer buried inside you. “Tsk, tsk, Lord Vader. I expected more from you.” The high-and-mighty attitude Cordon adopted was unappreciated you and your lover were now halted mid-fuck. Your opposer plucked his datapad from its holster on his belt, and the surreality of it all continued to shock you into silence. “I’ll have to report you to the Emperor you understand, this is highly irregular—“ 

A sickening snap caused you to yelp and cover your mouth, Cordon’s lifeless body crumpling to the ground pathetically. 

Your mouth did not close, unable to process what just happened. Your claws dug into Vader’s shoulder, and his hand lowered, having finished its job of ridding the mouthy uniform and the threat to his position. 

Finally, it registered, and without a second thought your fist banged into the side of his arm. “Why did you do that?” you scolded, a frown to your brows that your lover simply cannot resist. His hips begin to roll, returning to the pace he’d set before, and like his personal concubine you relax being pacified. He’d felt the way your sex drooled around him in response to his wrathful show of strength. The unfair trial and execution of someone lesser, someone beneath him. A bystander to his power. 

“Why did you like it?” he purred. 

Able to fit entirely inside now, he seized the opportunity, increasing his thrusts so you can’t think let alone interject. You whined as he used you to work out his frustrations, a suspicious lack of protest as a corpse lays a stone’s throw away. 

[evgaysheesh]

imalittlebusy..

[magnusbae]

" They had tortured Anakin’s mother for a month. Just to test her resolve. Was it any wonder that Anakin had been left with such a deep, festering wound?" " He could do this for Anakin. His Padawan was dead, his brother, his son, his friend. He could give him this. A fearsome anger unleashed. Vengeance."  " He felt his anger rise, and he took pleasure in it. It was growing inside him and obliterating everything else. He wanted to be overtaken. He didn’t want to be careful. He wanted only the white heat of satisfaction." -The Last One Standing - Jude Watson

[tennessoui]

In the assigned married fic, has Anakin even begun to process Padme saying that both of them will be moving to Naboo together? Like, they spoke earlier in the chapter about Anakin moving in with her on Coruscant, but Obi-Wan apparently spilled the beans about a much more permanent relocation to Naboo, and I am looking forward to Anakin's response to that, once he gets through processing everything else and remembers that part of the "conversation"....

i think padmé views moving to naboo more as a possibility than a future concrete plan -- the offer to be a permanent advisor on naboo is something she'd like to discuss with anakin as her husband before taking it or rejecting it. she says there's a lot of work she still wants to do in the senate, and she's probably thinking that it will be a few years before she would be able to go anyway. definitely after the war, but in her mind, she thinks anakin has every intention to leave the order after the war's over....because he kind of told her that. at least, in her mind he did: (from chapter 1)

“[Obi-Wan] asked me if I planned to leave the Order after the war,” he tells his wife. “And I lied, and then I think he began to support me. That’s what he looked like, anyway.” Padmé blinks at him, eyelashes falling slowly onto the jut of her cheek and then rising. “That’s good then,” she says, sounding hesitant. “That he supports us.” “Yeah,” Anakin replies, raising his hand to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Though…I’m sorry you had to lie,” she says, pressing forward until their faces are only a hand’s width apart. “Hopefully…” she trails off, biting her lip. Then she shakes her head slightly, and her mouth turns up into a smile as if she cannot help herself. “Hopefully he will not take the truth so hard.”

so anakin never says what lie he told obi-wan, he just says that he lied when asked if he was going to leave the Order, and that lie made obi-wan support him.

from an outsider's perspective, especially a biased outsider who is married to one of the insiders and believes them to have a future together, padmé's immediate understanding of this is that obi-wan asked if he was going to leave the order and anakin lied to him and told him he planned to stay and obi-wan began to support their marriage because he thinks he won't be losing anakin (padmé, who has three braincells, has long since realized obi-wan's obsessed with her husband)

and that's why she's smiling at the end (and also why they have sex at the fade to black) -- she believes anakin has just told her that when the war ends, he'll leave the Order to be with her and build a future together <3 so the offer to go to naboo is an option she can talk to her husband about, but she knows that anakin is going to no longer be a jedi....and if he's not a jedi, and she's not a senator....what's keeping them on coruscant?

BUT it's not just obi-wan that's feeling a bit catty during that dinner party scene, so i intentionally wrote padmé as putting this idea forward as less of a possibility and more of a done deal that she knows anakin will accept -- she talks about it like it's great big BACK OFF signs picketed around anakin because obi-wan is the biggest threat to their marriage in the entire galaxy and she's always known that

(but also no anakin has not begun to process that whole thing - but padmé, who now realizes they're NOT on the same page, is absolutely going to bring it up post-haste in the next chapter)

[zacharieorgobbothestink]

We do a little arting (I rushed this like last night please help)

[talkfastwalkfaster]

if you were married to vader he would call you 'my beauty'

[doctorsiren]

Doodle page from today, continuing testing out Fresco’s oils and how they work

[azuree1733]

I’ve started to realize that my favourite type of characters are the ones that die (or “die”) and come back worse 😭

[ultramori]

OFF SPOILERS ALSO POTENTIAL BODY HORROR!!!

Happy 15 anniversary OFF because I haven't celebrated enough yet after already making a drawing, a text post, and then reblogging multiple drawings from multiple people

[cmbdragon98]

Anakin looked so bad by the time he was 45, getting ganked on Death Star part 2 because Actually his tin can suit he was forced to wear for about half of his life was blasting strong ultraviolet rays on him every single fucking day.

Totally to fuel his dark side powers.

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 10

Vader x Reader

a/n: so in this Vader is just a lil delulu… he still thinks Padme didn’t love him fully, but its only cause he’s been under the manipulation of the emperor for so many years. also ngl this ch is a lil disorganized at the beginning oops: just lots of vader overthinking

Slight NSFW

warnings: cursing, kissing, grinding, premature ejaculation lol

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Vader found that the longer he held his position- the more trivial certain matters became.

For years he had been hearing the same complaints and issues circulate through the ranks in different forms. It was old. 

He often let his mind wander during the frequent “highly classified” meetings; nowadays the main thing he would think about was you. He just couldn’t get you off of his mind, ever since that night when he showed you his face. 

He hadn’t removed his helmet since then but he still saw you as much as he could. Of course he already had an inclination towards you even before the reveal, but your reaction to him just kept looping in his head. 

You weren’t scared or disgusted, you didn’t ogle him as if he were some horrible specimen from another system. 

No. you continued to look upon him with the very same expression that you always had- you accepted all of his flaws… you accepted him.

Never in his time as Vader had he yearned for the attention of another being, but you were special. 

He knew the interest was obviously reciprocated but he couldn't tell to what extent. No matter how much you said you cared- how much of that was true?

It pained him to dig up memories of the past, but they were still a part of him- of Anakin…

He believed wholeheartedly that Padme loved him unconditionally and yet she still denied him. In the end her promise of everlasting love was just an empty one. 

But you seemed to care for him regardless of what he did- there was no hiding what he had done as Darth Vader, everyone in the galaxy knew his infamous name.

But even with all his controversial history, your eyes still lit up when he would walk by, your force signature still felt refreshing and flowery, you still found time to ask him how he was doing, you still invited him into your room…

He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to ask you the extent of your feelings until he was more certain of the answer, but of what he could see; it seemed that you were offering him unconditional admiration- something he had chased after all his life. 

Of course a while back you told him that you were his, but he couldn’t help but over analyze that phrase; did you mean you were his in the sense of his personal mechanic; professionally (and sometimes flirtatious sense)? Or in the way that you were really his?

And were you just saying that because you feared denial? No. You were more authentic than that.

So why could he not shake the feeling of worry that washed over him when he would imagine asking you how you saw the dynamic?

_______________________________

You entered his private sector with a warm signature; even inside of his chamber he could feel your electrifying presence. 

As soon as he finished his thought he motioned for the capsule to open so he could meet you halfway. He stepped over the mechanical barrier and straightened his cape before strutting towards the door that you were behind.

You reached for the button to open the only obstacle between you and the man you so desperately wanted to see. 

He slid the door open before you could, making you jump. 

“V!” you smiled, walking past him into the room he occupied. 

His watchful eyes trailed all the way down your body before responding.

“Y/N, how are you today, my dear?”

“I’m good, I got all of the work done so now I'm here to bug my favorite man in the galaxy”.

You and Vader had been exchanging more playful banter (flirtatious, even) and Vader felt like his awkward 19 year old self trying not to blush when you would say things like that.

“Ahh, I see, you just want to distract me from my duties- like running the empire…You must be a rebel spy, my darling” he quipped back. 

Your cheeks warmed at his playfulness; it was a rare thing to have Darth Vader sharing jokes with you. 

“Oh no, my dear” you taunted back using the name he often called you.

“I wouldn’t dream of attempting to infiltrate the almighty Darth Vader’s fortress of a mind…” you said with doe eyes and a stupid half smile. 

He stepped closer and tilted your chin to look into his lenses, “what if I told you that you already have”.

In a moment of pure need, you stepped closer to him and pulled his helmet down to face you and kissed him over the grated mouthpiece. 

You heard the familiar sound of his respirator work a little harder to keep up with his quickened breathing. 

A few weeks ago or even days, you would have completely freaked out and done damage control immediately.

You would’ve tossed out every apology in the book and asked if that was alright; but now you didn’t need to – you could feel his desire lurking in the force around you. 

He stood stunned for a moment before picking you up and carrying you towards his meditation chamber. 

“V, what are you-”

“If you want to kiss me, I should at-least give you a proper one” his deep voice boomed as the top of the chamber descended. 

Soon the air tight seal was in action and a claw-like mechanism from the ceiling came down to remove the helmet. It was only the second time you were seeing his naked face and you were even more excited than the last time.

When his face was finally revealed he blinked a few times, trying to get accustomed to the brightness, before his cerulean blue eyes honed in on you; your hair, your brows, your eyes, your nose, your lips…

“May I?” he asked, waiting for the signal to capture you in a deep kiss.

You nodded furiously and draped your arms around his armored shoulders, before his lips met yours.

Sparks flew.

Sure, the first kiss was a lil too soft and a lil odd, but after you figured out a groove with each other, the kisses became ravenous. 

When was the last time he had felt the sensation of another’s lips on his own? 

He couldnt help but rake his gloved hands up and down your back, pulling you closer to him. He was in heaven, nothing could beat this feeling. 

His insatiable need for you made your core ache for him. Maker, how you wanted to fuck him so badly. Your thoughts raced through your mind and you let a small moan slip against his mouth. 

Fuck. 

Vader felt his pants grow tighter and his dick throb. You were so enticing. It had been so long… so long. He felt like he would combust at any moment. 

He broke away from the kiss to keep himself at bay as he let the building sensation of an orgasm subside. Of course he was embarrassed that he almost got to that point by simply kissing; but to be fair, he had gone from no skin to skin contact in years, to…this.

You, on the other hand, had more experience with this thing than he did.

You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and breathlessly asked, “Why’d ya stop?”. 

His eyes faded into the beautiful blue you had seen the other day before he attempted to answer; he was cut off by you starting to grind your hips into his, as you dragged your core against his codpiece. 

Vader’s eyes momentarily rolled back and an exquisite noise escaped him before he gripped your thighs tightly and began to kiss your neck.

“Oh, Vader- that feels so-”

Before you could finish your sentence he clawed his hands down your back (not hard enough to hurt) and plunged his face into the crook of your neck as his body jerked forward. Much to his chagrin, he couldn’t hold out any longer, not with you in his lap. 

He came. Hard.

He didn’t even know he still could; it felt weird… the burns of Mustafar made the familiar sensation feel a twinge different. It wasn’t bad by any means, just…new.

After the overwhelming feeling passed he exhaled sharply before tapping your thigh twice. 

You had no idea what just happened and if he was ok or not, so when he tapped your thigh you took that as a sign to get up. 

“Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” you asked, genuinely worried. 

“No, I-I mean yes! Well no, you didn’t do anything wrong and yes I'm alright. I just remembered I was supposed to discuss a new tactical plan with one of the Moffs. My apologies my dear.” 

and without another word, he left as quickly as he could. 

Only you remained in the meditation chamber, feeling confused and a little sad. 

You worried you had been too forward and upset him- but he assured you nothing was wrong… So you ended up chalking it up to a loss and going back to your quarters with a walk of overthinking.

Did he not like you being like that with him? He didn’t stop it before though…

When you got back you decided just to go to bed- it was pretty late anyways.

_____________

Vader forcefully slid the heavy door to his private room closed and marched up to the platform where he dressed and undressed. 

He called upon the droids to begin undressing him and stood in shame as they disassembled him. 

When they removed the codpiece there was a damp spot on his pants. Great. 

He was glad the droids couldn’t talk (to him at least, they probably exchanged quips about him all the time). 

Since it was late and his duties were fulfilled for the day he opted for a bacta soak- he needed to get clean and to think (as if he weren’t already torturing himself with his thoughts). 

The droids strapped him into his harness and soon his body was submerged in the soothing bacta; the most relieving feeling.

He took a deep breath through the large oxygen mask covering most of his face; what the fuck just happened?

Obviously he knew he came- that was pretty damn evident. But why? (also evident).

He cringed again at the image of him cumming from kissing… was he really that pathetically desperate? 

You probably went back to your room laughing at him. Fuck. What if you thought it was gross?

He groaned and thrashed in his tank at the embarrassing scenes. 

Should he address it to you? Or just act like it didn't happen? Would you bring it up?

He attempted to enjoy the rest of his soak; it wasn’t successful. 

_____________________

You woke up to your details for today; it was an uncharacteristically complex task.

Of course you didn’t mind the difficulty, but what bothered you was that it wasn’t even one of Vader’s machines. In fact it was a totally different department deep down in the belly of the ship… probably the furthest from him. 

You thanked the messenger droid and got ready to go. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from barging in; he must really be mad at you to not want you near him.

Did he think you were gross or shameless for what you did?

All you did was kiss… and he was the one who brought you into his chamber. 

He promised you that he wouldn’t let any harm come your way, so you weren't worried for your life; you were worried for your position.

Would he send you back to your own system or transfer you to another unit far, far away from him? 

Maker, what was going on.

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a/n: ahhh yes, the ever loved miscommunication trope- both y/n and vader need to stop overthinking (also the way they’re both thinking the other thinks they’re gross lmfaoo). i was gonna make this ch longer but then i thought it was alr a little long 😳 ty for ur support and the patience for my shitty upload schedule!

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[hanasnx]

trust

summary: your little crush on the lord you serve is exacerbated when he saves your life.

word count: 0.8k | character(s): darth vader x reader

notes: it was stuck in my head; you and vader aren’t in a relationship but you work together and get caught in this mess together.

warnings: vader being the lil bitch he is <3 no gore no violence tbh

“Look out!” the man overhead jeered, gripping tightly around your upper arm as he haphazardly tossed you off the open hatch. You yelped out of instinct, before landing hard in the arms of your lord. 

Darth Vader holds you much like a bride, and the chaos around you falls away. The gaze of his visor is fixed on the ship you were just thrown from, and he is eerily silent. In one dark second, you fear you’ve disappointed him, and the current compromising position becomes most dire. 

“Put me down!” you demand, thrashing in his grip out of humiliation. Complying, he drops your legs, and your feet are met with the nimble peak of the spire you both now balance on. Your toes overstep the edge, and once your eyes meet the ground far below, you panic. The adrenaline of the setting controls you, and you cling onto the Sith Lord. “Pick me back up- pick me back up!” Whatever is within reach: his cape, his robes, his shoulders are all fair game to use to your advantage, climbing up him without a second thought. 

His concentration and his freedom to force the shuttle to hold— to tear it back to him in order to escape this and teach those who wronged him a lesson— is broken, now focused on you and your frightened idiocy. The arm around your middle remains, but he grabs hold of your wrist as he stumbles back because of how you throw yourself at him. You scream in the face of death, and he counter-balances with your weight. As the two of you straighten, sharing the limited space chest to chest, an intense red cakes your cheeks from the proximity as well as your display of cowardice. He towers over you, and you feel the weight of his arms around you. 

If it were anyone else, he’d care not if they plunged to meet the Maker, but it was you. As infuriating as it is. 

“I’m—“ you begin your apology, but you are swiftly interrupted. 

“Calm yourself.” His rumbling command rolls through like a thunder, and you obey him so as to not worsen your unlucky circumstances. “I have no time for your groveling. There are more pressing matters at hand.” 

You gulp, and you nod. 

His arm moves to grasp your other wrist, raising them above your head, and twisting you delicately— much like a dainty doll— so your back is to him, his indicators jabbing into your skin. You try to ignore how much you like him taking control of a situation, so you don’t have to. Habitually, your fingers cup over his gloves, and tighten when he lifts you. Your feet part from the ground, and point, swaying in his hold as you gather the words. 

“Wait, wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to drop you.” he replies as he steps forward, the vision of life-defying height causing a lightning bolt of terror to course through your veins. 

“What?” you cry out, your legs kicking out, begging to be reinstated to the spire as narrow as it is. “No, no, my lord, please, I’ve done nothing—“ 

“Quiet! I am not condemning you to execution! I am going to catch you.” The anger in his voice, reminiscent of frustration rather than wrath, makes you tremble like a newborn fawn anyway. 

“What? No!”

“It is the only way.” 

“It is not!” 

Still he keeps you as you are, and you fight off tears. 

“You chose to ruin our chances when I could’ve caught the prosecutor's stolen shuttle! Accept your fate or die.” 

“Stop!”

His grip loosens, and you slip through, the thrill of falling shooting your stomach into your chest. Wind rips through your hair so loud you cannot hear your own scream. A cushion of air, invisible to the eye, envelopes you, slowing your descent. It’s nothing, there is no matter nor pressure; you float yet you are not feather-light. Your confusion interjects your cry, looking up to see Vader’s steady and shaped hand. He caught you, like he said he would. 

His range is incredible, and you wouldn’t have believed it if you didn’t witness it. The spire he remained at the top of, was kilometers tall. Yet you sense no struggle as the force around you dissipates, and you land curtly onto the sand. You check on the Sith, your predicament now resolved means you adopt a new one. How is he going to get down? 

Your question is answered as quickly as it was asked. 

The dark red of his sith blade ignites, filling into its form. You watch as he steps off the spire, and sinks his saber into its side. He slides down at a record pace, but he outstretches his hand, combining the efforts of the minimal friction of his weapon with the padding of the force. 

Heavy, he dents the ground when he makes contact, and like the lovesick fool you are, you’re entranced the entire time. The spire crumbles behind him, influenced by his opposing force pressure, the dust and debris clouds everywhere but him and where he steps. 

You’re not even spared a side glance as he passes you. 

“Come.” he recalls. Loyal, like a dog, you do as you’re told. 

[tranakin-skywalker]

I can't jive with most star wars fans because we have a fundamentally different reading of Darth Vader

You think he is some badass cool guy villian

I know he is a sad pathetic rage-chihuahua of a man. We are not the same

[koroleva-nazyalensky]

Obi Wan: I’m fine.

Also Obi Wan: *hallucinates undercooked Anakin in the desert*