#darth vader fanfiction

[ddejavvu]

the force is strong with him

pairing: darth vader x reader

summary: various ways vader manipulates the force around you

cw: smut - minors dni, toxic relationship (it's literally darth vader), improper use of the force, sensory deprivation/overstimulation, manhandling, don't like, don't read.

happy indy day @hanasnx !!! okay i know i'm a bit late (for your time zone, at least) but uhhh. i was watching indiana jones and building legos okay i promise i was thinking about you the whole day. anyways vader is sexing you soooo hard for your birthday. so so hard and mean.

You are so much more, so much different than a partner to Vader. You're allowed autonomy, of course- what you eat, drink, wear, read, watch is up to you- provided the outfits are selected out of the closet he stocks for you, and the meals are taken at his right hand. But in the desolate grey walls of your lover's in-progress battle station, nothing but vacuous emptiness beyond its walls, your autonomy has merged with his own complicated being, and more often than not you find yourself being directed by the invisible Force that guides his life.

He strides a half-step ahead of you down the halls, but a tight ring of pressure still encompasses your bicep - he's got you in his grasp, even if there's a disconnect between the bruising force around your arm and his curled, leather-clad fingers. He makes elegant, sweeping turns, and you do the same only because he makes you- he's still holding tight to your arm with the Force. If you tried to keep going straight, or turn the other direction, your arm would be separated from its socket.

You obey; the joint stays in tact.

He is particularly fond of nudging you aside with the Force. He doesn't need to - he could wait for you to catch on that he's trying to move past you, or he could simply shoulder you out of the way with his broad frame. But instead an invisible wall bumps into your left side, and you stumble to the right as it prods you sideways, making enough room for the black-clad figure to sweep by.

It doesn't matter if you huff and puff at him, 'I could have moved myself, y'know!' or if you stutter out apology after apology, 'sorry-!', he answers it the same each time. A silent, head-on stare from a menacing mask with no eyes.

Being regarded by your lover is as terrifying as feeling the Force suck the air out of your lungs, and you endure both. A thrill shoots up your spine whenever you hold eye contact with the mask, and Vader is more than happy to stare at you for as long as you'll be stared at. Blinking does not shift his attention; it is a staring contest that cannot be won. Only continued, prolonged, dragged out until your eyes flit elsewhere, and his remain fixed on your figure, watching, always watching.

He doesn't often need to restrain you- who would dare make that mistake twice? - but he does catch you once, only once with his lightsaber.

It had been set carefully aside for your lover's stint in the bacta tank, and you'd stolen it away to your chambers to inspect it. You've always seen it at his side- never out of its holster unless it rested in his black leather grip, and it's been intriguing to you since the day you'd seen it. You'd never gathered the courage to touch it before, though, not until you were confident you could squirrel it away while Vader was unconscious.

The hilt is heavy and cold in your hand- so heavy, so cold. You know the blade inside vibrates with plasma as hot as the fire that had warped your lover's skin, but it feels so soul-suckingly frigid that you're amazed it's ever been used. It's the weight of a thousand kills, the crimson of gallons of spilt blood, and it rests heavily in your hands.

You're only aware of the footsteps steadily pounding towards you after you're frozen in place, limbs suddenly locked- tied with zipties that can't be cut by your mortal hand.

Vader doesn't lecture you- not right away, at least. Instead he thumbs the triggerplate of the saber in your hands with one finger of the invisible hand that's holding you still, and the red blade hums to life mere centimeters from your face. The heat stings at your skin like a swarm of wasps, itchy, tight, hot stinging. It paralyses you only further, and your eyes yearn to widen where you're being held as a statue.

"That is what a lightsaber feels like when it is an inch from taking your life." Vader rasps, his voice mechanic and bone-chilling, "I urge you not to find out what happens when that inch disappears. I will take it away myself if you dare handle my weapon again."

He snatches it away from your grasp, but your hand is still trapped in his cosmic grip, molded perfectly around the hilt of his blade.

"See to it that you do not make me kill you." He speaks plainly, robotic voice inherently devoid of emotion as he towers over your frozen form, "I would not like to spend time replacing you."

Vader's insertion of the Force into your life is present even in sex. Sex with Vader is convoluted, something he enjoys very rarely in its traditional sense. But to reward you for your unfailing loyalty and obedience, you're pleasured quite often, and Vader revels in manipulating the Force around your body.

Sometimes it is merely that invisible hand prying your thighs apart, dipping into the wet warmth of your cunt and spreading you open for him to see. You're sure it's an obscene view, your cunt bared and open and hollow for him to watch as it expands and contracts around a girth that isn't there.

Other times, however, it is darkness, it is the absence of sound, it is the emptiness of floating in a void of your lover's creation. He steals your senses, takes your sight, your sound, your touch. He isolates you in your own body, you can no longer feel the sheets beneath you or hear the rustle of them in your fingers. All he lets you hear is the raspy rhythm of his respirator, not even your own sounds.

He does it because the less you can hear of yourself, the louder you become. You're sheepish to scream when your own ears pick up the sound, but when he blocks it from your senses, your shouts reverberate around the desolate grey walls of your chambers and each one fills up a meter of satisfaction inside of him that he didn't know was still active.

All he lets you hear his him, all he lets you feel is him.

Sometimes he leaves you in the void- all sound and sight and touch absent - for minutes. Sometimes it is an hour, until the surface of your skin beads with sweat and your brain itches desperately for sensation. Then a finger that isn't really there- that's just an extension of the leather-covered one that your lover is holding out beyond the inky blackness of your consciousness - plunges into your cunt, and the only sense you can feel is the penetration. After minutes- hours of feeling nothing, that single thick finger dips past your slit and shorts out the neurons in your brain. It is everything, it is something after nothing and it is Vader watching intently with that permanent stare that you can never escape.

It is touches far too few in quantity that make you squirt and writhe like you've been fucked within an inch of your life. It is something mysteriously disembodied tweaking at your perked nipples, something phantom putting pressure against your clit.

It is Vader, and it is the way he merges his autonomy with yours as a reward for your unfailing loyalty and obedience. You serve him and now you are granted a space within his person- budge over there below his mechanized lungs, settle into the weary cage of his ribs, stay a while.

[themandaloriansdiaries]

Sorry Not Sorry

Warnings: Minors dni!! fingering, slight name calling (nothing super harsh) (oral, f receiving) slight choking, hair pulling. dirty talk. p in v, unprotected rough sex. (don't be silly, wrap that willy) smut, smut, smut!! and some fluff towards the end

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x F reader

A/N: I really love the way this came out. It literally took forever because I wanted it to be perfect!! shoutout to my bestie for helping on some parts. n e ways, I hope you all love it as much as I do :))))

Word Count: 2.1k

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While you and Anakin were both out on a mission, you had the urge to be a bit devious; payback one would call it.  He had been getting on your nerves during the flight home seeing that he was frustrated about the mission not going the way he wanted it to.

You figured why not make his day as miserable as he’s made yours? 

It truly wouldn't be that hard to make him even more frustrated, something as simple as disobeying him in front of the others would set him off. You smirked at the thought of that. You knew by doing so, you'd deal with the consequences later.. in the bedroom. 

Later on that day, Anakin had asked you to do something and with no hesitation, you simply said no. This took him by surprise, only because he's never experienced this kind of attitude from you. 

“Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" He asked, his tone low. 

You looked at him with a smug expression on your face. “You heard me correctly, I said no." This caused you to receive a look from him. You paid no attention to him and continued on with what you were doing. As you sat quietly, wishing the ride home would go by faster. 

What you hadn’t noticed was Anakin had sat next to you and moved closer to you at some point. He was so close to you that you could feel his lips brush against your earlobe. “Once we land I want you to meet me in my room.” He whispered in your ear, causing chills to go down your spine. 

As you landed, you quickly got up from your seat and made your way to your quarters. You already knew what was going to happen once you got into Anakin's room, so you figured you would freshen up. A quick shower to wash up when you stepped out of the shower, you decided to spray his favorite perfume. 

Anytime you wear that scent, it drove him nuts.

Wrapping your robe around your body, you made your way down to his bedroom. You enter the room and before you could even call out to him ,you feel yourself being pushed up against the wall. A gasp slips from your lips at the sudden contact of your back against the cold wall. A chuckle came from the corner of the room, causing you to look in the direction of the noise. It wasn’t a big shocker to see him slowly walk out into the light. 

“You didn't think I forgot about what you did earlier did you?" He's closer now, his face inches away from yours. You look up at him, deciding to play along. 

“What did I do?" you ask innocently, batting your lashes in hopes of getting away with it.  

His hands find their way towards your body, his grip tight on your hips. “Oh please y/n, don't play dumb,” his lips against your neck as he speaks.

He’s able to take in your scent, causing him to groan. “You know what that perfume does to me.” He loves the way that perfume scent mixes in with your skin.

Hearing him fold just from that makes you smirk. “I know how much you love it, that’s why I wore it”

His hands move their way up to your breasts and he grips them, caressing them roughly. It doesn't even hurt, if anything it feels too good. 

You moan softly as his hands toy with your breasts. "oh Ani-" you're cut off by him. 

“It’s master to you" He says, one hand making his way to grip your neck while his other hand continues to caress your other breast. Despite your eyes being closed enjoying the attention you are receiving from him, you could feel his eyes fixed on you; watching your every move, waiting to see how you’d react. 

Anakin knew the moment he got you in the room, you’d cave; you always did. You were putty in his hands and you both knew it. 

you're not sure what turned you on more.. the tight grip he had on your neck or the fact that you knew that soon you'd be on all fours getting fucked senselessly by him.

you were truly such a whore for him and he knew it too. always loving his roughness with you, letting him have his way with you. He loved it. He loved seeing the way you would crumble under him, how weak he could make you just by his touch.

"You think you're slick. disobeying me in front of the others. trying to make me look like some bitch?" he said, you could hear a small hint of anger in his voice. He pushed himself up against you. you felt yourself getting wetter by the minute. the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your aching core, the feeling drove you insane.

you wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside of you already.

"I'm sorry Master" you struggled to get your words out, distracted by him. truthfully, you weren't actually sorry. You only said it because you knew that's exactly what he wanted to hear from you. He smirked at the sound of your voice, you sounded so small to him, so fragile. He loved the affect he had on you.  

soon he would be breaking you apart.

“Strip.” He's watching you like a hawk, as you take each piece of clothing you have on, off.

he takes a few steps back from you. "Get on the bed, now" you do as you're told but instead of actually getting on the bed you decide to stand in front of it.

"I said get on the bed" he’s right in front of you now. His eyes are darker. He pushes you down roughly onto the bed. All you can do in that moment is look up at him.

He’s now towering over you, he uses his flesh hand to roughly spread open your legs.; his fingers run along your wet slit, spreading your folds, exposing your juices to him. “Look at how wet you are for me” he smirks.

His fingers apply pressure to your clit. He's moving them in a circular motion, painfully slow.

Your eyes are shut; you’re bottom lip in between your teeth while you try to keep in your moans. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction but you’ve failed.

Pushing yourself against his hand “p-please Master.”

“What is it y/n, spit it out.” He’s amused with how much of an affect he has on you.

“I need more. Please” you manage to get out between your whimpers.

He grows harder at the sight of you; the way you’re falling apart just by his touch, the way you sound, those small noises that are escaping your lips.

As much as he doesn’t want to give in to you. He can’t wait any longer. Just as you’re aching for him, he’s aching for you too.

He thinks about the way your walls stretch around his length. The way he fills you up so perfectly.

“Fuck this.” He gives in; his head is now in between your thighs. He doesn’t waste anymore time. His tongue laps at your swollen clit, he’s now slipped two fingers in you, fucking you with them.

Your back is now arched, your head thrown back. All you can do is moan. Your hands resting on the back of his head, pushing him further into you. “Oh f-fuck, fuck, you make me feel so good Master” you cry out through gritted teeth.

He groans against you, continuing on with what he’s doing. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, he knows what that means. You’re close. He stops. Pulling his fingers out, moving his head. Instead of you cumming on his fingers.. he wants you to cum all over his cock.

You whimper at the sudden loss of his touch.; you stare at him with a pout now on your lips. “That wasn’t nice”

“Does it look like I care? I want you on all fours. Now." you do as you're told and reposition yourself; now your face pressed against the pillows and your ass high up in the air. He stares at your body, almost creaming his pants at the sight of you.

You wait eagerly, you’re so ready to be filled up and used by your Master.

He quickly undresses himself; he’s now positioned behind you. His hand grips your hip tightly, while the other grabs ahold of his cock and lines himself up at your entrance.

Before slipping into you; he’s teasing you by running the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading the wetness that you and him both created.

You being impatient, you try to push yourself against him. Earning a slap to your ass. “Be patient, whore.”

You moan at his words.

Before you know it, he slides into you, slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him as he fills you up. He watches as his cock disappears. Moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. Without any hesitation, he pulls out and thrusts back into you roughly.; fucking you like the dirty little whore you are.

The room is filled with the sounds of your skin slapping against one another. Your moans and his groans.

You move your hips; thrusting back into him. This new action from you drives him crazy, causing him to thrust even harder.

“You feel so good inside of me, Master! Please don't stop .” You practically scream out.

“F-fuck y/n. I won’t! I’m gonna keep fucking you like the little whore you are.” his eyes are shut, moaning loudly, his hips drilling into yours.

His movements remain at the same pace as before, his hand still tightly gripping your hip. 

Moans escaping you both. 

You shove your face in the pillow in an attempt to quiet your moans. 

Anakin notices; wrapping your hair around his free hand, he pulls your head back from the pillows. “Don't hide your sounds, I want them all to hear how good I make you feel." He meant every word. He really did not care if anyone heard you both. He wanted the others to hear you, to know that you are his.

You belonged to him. 

“More,” you call, begging for him to give you more. Anakin could never say no to you. His hand slid down the curve of your spine, resting between your shoulder blades. Quickly moving his arm around you. He pulls you up, your back against his chest. His hand finds its way to your throat, gripping it.

It was needy and messy; feeling you around him drove him mad, hearing you ask him for more was the cherry on top.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Anakin asks, your little hand wrapping around his wrist. You nod, unable to verbally answer him.

"Good girl."

Your moans continue to echo throughout the room. finally you reach down to apply pressure to your clit; rubbing aggressively, this and his harsh thrusts throw you over the edge. your head thrown back, eyes rolled back. "I'm gonna cum.” You cry out. 

“Cum for me, cum all over my cock baby." His thrusts become sloppier, indicating he's close as well. 

"I'm cumming, gonna fill you up." he groans loudly, filling you up with his seed. 

Small whimpers escape your lips, your body trembling from the intense orgasm you just experienced. 

He gives you a minute before pulling out, and you feel him get off the bed but you aren’t sure where he went. You’re much too tired and to be frank, fucked out, to even care at that point. 

The water is running and you can hear footsteps. Anakin comes back, crouching down by the bed. He rubs your back softly and you look over at him. 

“C’mon,” he says, his hand stretched out for you as he helped you sit up. 

Anakin wraps your robe around you before helping you stand, legs like jello as he slowly walks you towards the bathroom. 

The tub is full and there’s bubbles peeking over the ledge. 

You can’t help the giggle as you glance over at him, “you ran me a bath?” 

“it was the least I could do,” he smiles, kissing your temple as he walks you to the tub. 

He takes the robe from you, his hand in yours as you step into the tub, a satisfied hum when you sink into the warm water. Anakin’s crouched down by the tub now, his arm hanging in the tub as you look at him. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek. 

“I love you, you know that, right?” You tell him, “no matter what.” 

Anakin smiles, turning to press a kiss to your palm. 

“I love you.” 

[hanasnx]

❝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥❞

darth vader x fem!reader

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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. 

[lovelybucky1]

Join Me (Darth Vader x Reader)

warnings: dark themes, gender neutral! reader, unburnt vader (still wears the suit), violence, weapons, mentions of death, corruption, manipulation, sexual tension, 18+ minors dni

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This is humiliating. A Jedi, a warrior of your status, should not be sprawled across the floor in front of your sworn enemy. The two stormtroopers that brought you to Darth Vader’s chamber stand above you, looking down at where you landed when they threw you. You’re not sure how Vader’s forces managed to capture you so quickly. You have a feeling your fate will be similar to those of the remaining Jedi that have attempted to face Lord Vader: a cruel and brutal death.

Nevertheless, you lay on your stomach, hands cuffed with force-blocking bonds behind your back, and your legs rest uselessly behind you. You strain your neck to keep your head up, not wanting to give your captors to see you in such a state of defeat.

The Dark Lord looms over you from this high-backed throne. The room is dark with a fully black interior, but somehow his suit stands out from the void that seemingly engulfs you.

“Leave us,” Vader commands the storm troopers, his modulated voice bone chilling in the otherwise silent room. The stormtroopers turn and walk out of the chamber, their boots clicking loudly on the smooth tile floor.

As soon as you heard the heavy doors shut, the reality of your situation set in. You’re alone without a weapon or the use of the force with the most brutal Sith lord in the galaxy. You were helpless, and the only thing you can do is pray Vader will be merciful and kill you quickly.

“Your thoughts are loud, Jedi,” he says, sitting motionless on his throne.

You stare back into the black voids of his helmet’s eyes. You know the mask must be to hide some hideous deformity, but even the slightest bit of expression in the dark lord’s face would bring you some comfort.

You refuse to speak to him, but it clearly doesn’t matter since he can hear your thoughts, despite you trying to keep your walls up.

“I can feel your fear.”

Your brows furrow as you continue to look up at him from your position on the ground. You don’t mean to make your fear so obvious, but you can’t help it. You’re at the mercy of a monster who has killed many of your fellow Jedi, wiped out planets, and has disrupted peace in the entire galaxy.

“But it is not just fear, is it, Jedi?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you spit without thinking, immediately regretting your choice of words.

“Hatred,” he says plainly.

This time you stay silent. You don’t feel hatred. Are you angry with Darth Vader for ruining the lives of you and your friends? Yes. Are you angry at the empire for oppressing beings across the galaxy? Of course. Do you resent this war and wish you could live a regular life? Sure, everyone does. Do you wish the Jedi order wasn’t so restrictive? Occasionally. But none of what you feel is hate.

“You’re wrong,” you hiss.

“You don’t hate me?” Vader has the audacity to ask.

“Hate is not the Jedi way,” you respond.

Silently, Vader rises from his throne and descends the stairs. His black boots echo throughout the chamber as Vader approaches you. The feeling of dread grows even colder in your stomach, and you begin to shake as he nears.

Vader stops an arm’s length in front of you, and from your position, all you can see is the top of his heavy boots and the thick material of his pants. Outside of your vision, Vader reaches for you. He bends to bury his gloved hand in your hair and tugs, pulling you up from the ground. You yelp at the grip on your hair, and you scramble to get your knees underneath you to take some of the tension off of your scalp.

Now you kneel before Darth Vader, and he has just proved that it requires little effort to move you. You look up at him with newfound anger that stems from the humiliation of being manhandled. Your eyes are glassy with tears, not from emotion, but as an involuntary response from the pulling of your hair.

“Cowardice is not the Jedi way, either,” Vader says.

His hand is still tight in your hair, though there is much less pain. You shake your head, trying to get him to let go, but his hold is unwavering.

“I’m not a coward,” you hiss. You wish you could access the force; you would throw this sick bastard across the room and- no, that’s not the Jedi way.

“Yet you tremble before me.”

You narrow your eyes as you look at him, feeling intimidated by the lack of emotion but you keep your gaze steady.

“I don’t hate, Vader.”

The dark helmet tilts to the side, just barely. That is the only sign of emotion, of life, that he has given this whole time.

“No?” he asks. “Even after everyone you hold dear perished at the hands of my army? Can your heart remain pure after suffering so much loss? Pain leads to anger, and anger leads to hate. I feel more pain in you than any of your fellow soldiers combined.”

You wish desperately that you were able to grasp the force to block Vader from your mind, but without it, every aspect of your mind is exposed to him.

“There’s no part of you that wants revenge? To kill me after you heard the symphony of your fellow younglings screaming? To destroy the empire for all of the pain it’s brought you?”

Fresh tears now stream down your face, this time from the painful memories Vader is forcing you to relive. You want to break free from these cuffs, you want to fight back, but you’re trapped. You do the only thing you can think to do to show your defiance, even as you weep on your knees. You tilt your chin up as much as you can and spit, landing it on the cheek of Vader’s helmet.

It feels as if time froze as soon as the wad of spit made contact. Vader stood completely still, not even breathing for unnaturally long, as you were forced to stay just as still as he was.

Slowly, Vader reaches up with his free hand and grasps the underside of his helmet. Your spit has run down the front of the mask and his gloves glisten as he pushes up the helmet. Vader slowly reveals the face underneath, and to your surprise, he is not hideous. In fact, he’s handsome.

Behind the emotionless helmet, Vader is a young man with chestnut hair, smooth skin save for a scar over his eye, and piercing bronze eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the Sith lord, suddenly feeling conflicting emotions as the face of evil was just humanized.

Vader drops his helmet on the tile floor next to you, and the loud bang echoes through the chamber, making you flinch.

“You’re surprised,” Vader says, now in a non-altered voice. His voice is smooth, completely unlike his deep, robotic voice you knew.

“This is not what I was expecting,” you say, voice sounding weak to your own ears.

“My appearance?” he asks.

“Your mercy.”

Vader raises his eyebrows. “You will not get mercy from me.”

“You haven’t killed me yet,” you respond.

You’re not sure why you’re speaking to him this way. He is the same man who killed millions, some of those your brothers in arms, and many more innocent lives. He is the same ruthless, evil monster as he was with the mask on, yet he seems much less intimidating like this.

“I have no use for a Jedi corpse. I want you alive.”

Your brows furrow as you look up at him, tears slowly stopping.

“Alive for what?”

“You have great power, little one,” he says, gaze intense.

Vader releases his grip on your hair, but remains close. The features of his suit feel out of place without the helmet. The control panel lead you to believe he was more machine than man, but from what you can see, Vader is just as human as you are.

“I was like you once,” Vader says, speaking again after your lack of response.

“We are nothing alike,” you bite.

“Ambitious, emotional, powerful… All things the Jedi order attempts to train out of their young, but a certain few, like you and I, knew better. You didn’t let them crush your spirit and turn you into a docile, supposed peacekeeper like the rest of them.”

Vader started off calm, but as he continued denouncing the Jedi teachings, his tone became more bitter and resentful.

“I have no complaints about my teachings,” you say, lifting your chin in defiance.

“You never had thoughts that your master told you were inappropriate? Things that felt perfectly natural, but somehow were wrong?” This time, Vader’s question is not rhetorical.

“I mean… I guess.”

“And weren’t you just a little bit angry that your feelings were dismissed so quickly without even an ounce of explanation as to why?”

“Because emotions and attachments aren’t the Jedi way.”

“But you were a child. No child can put aside their emotions for some ‘greater good’ that they have never seen nor could begin to understand.”

Vader pauses his sermon to crouch down, now meeting you at your eye level. His gaze is heavy, and you don’t want to show weakness by looking away, but you find it difficult to hold his eyes.

“I lived a life of pain, just as you have. I was born a slave, and only freed to be taken in by the Jedi, where my bonds were even tighter. I led thousands of men to their death in an unwinnable war, my mother was murdered by savage creatures, and my only love died as a result of the Jedi’s foolish restrictions.”

You swallow the thick lump in your throat so you can attempt to speak. Vader being vulnerable with you like this makes you feel uncomfortable, like you need to jump up and run as far as possible. He is a monster, not a grieving man. He’s not like you.

“You’re tired of hurting, aren’t you?” he asks.

You don’t want to respond, you don’t want to give him what he desires, but you can’t help yourself. The pain is suffocating and you desperately wish to escape it.

“Yes,” you confess breathily.

Vader looks at you for a moment. He doesn’t smile thankfully, because you would find that even more unnerving. No, he looks at you with pity like you’re a hurt animal.

“I can make your pain go away.” You perk up at that. You know he must be lying, the Sith are known for their silver tongues that tell you exactly what you want to hear, but the idea of a life free from suffering intrigues you. “I can help you access great power that will rid you of anguish.”

Vader shifts so he is kneeling in front of you, mirroring your position save for the cuffs holding your hands. He places his gloved hands on your shoulders and holds them tightly. You lean into the strong, warm touch, feeling conflicted as you regard his offer.

“I was like you once, little one. Broken, scared, forced into weakness by the Jedi. But then I was shown a new path; one of great power and purpose. Now I hurt no more.”

This all feels too good to be true. You want to believe what Vader says is true, that he can take away your pain and make you as powerful as you have always wanted to be, but your master’s voice rings in the back of your mind. Don’t give into temptation. The Sith lie, manipulate, and go to great lengths to corrupt the light. Evil is stronger than good, but great power leads you down a path of destruction.

“I will not hear these lies any longer, Vader,” you say, finally regaining your compassion.

Vader blinks for a moment, seemingly surprised at your change of tone.

“I tell nothing but the truth. I can save you.”

“I am loyal to the Jedi order.”

Vader sighs, jaw tensing, and he rises to his feet, again looming over you.

“I was being merciful as you requested, and gave you some semblance of a choice, but you will join me.”

“I would rather die than join you!” you yell.

Vader’s chin tilts just slightly. He uses the force to bring the remote that controls your cuffs to him, then unlocks them. You look up at him, confused and hesitant when your bonds fall away.

“You would die for your precious order?” he asks.

“Without question,” you say firmly as you rise to your feet, kicking the cuffs aside.

Vader reaches down to his hip and pushes his cape back, revealing two lightsabers. One is yours, and the other must be his. He tosses your lightsaber to you and you catch it with ease, immediately activating the blade and holding it between you and the Sith lord.

He activates his own lightsaber, the red blade illuminating his face and mixing with the blue of yours, casting a mix of purple light through the dark room.

“What are you waiting for, Jedi?” he asks.

Without further hesitations, you run towards Vader and swing your lightsaber at his torso, but he blocks it with ease. You take a few more swings, each from different angles, but they all are deflected. Surprisingly, Vader does not take any offensive maneuvers and only blocks each of your attacks. You move forward and slowly back Vader against the wall, almost cornering him, and you find yourself growing increasingly frustrated with his lack of engagement in the battle.

“Fight back, you coward!” you yell as you being your saber slashing down.

“Is that truly what you want?” Vader asks, pushing against your lightsaber with his.

“Unlike you,” you grunt, “I don’t take pleasure in an opponent who does not attempt to fight.”

There is a ghost of a smirk on Vader’s lips as he pushes you off of him with his saber. You stumble back, but quickly regain your footing and advance on him again. This time, however, Vader attacks. A whirlwind of red light swings around your head, and you instinctively block his attempted jab.

Vader’s fighting style is fast, acrobatic, and unlike anything you’ve faced in training or battle. His slices come quick, and combined with the distractions of his jumps and spins, it makes it difficult to battle him.

You swing your saber at his neck, but he ducks his head just in time to dodge getting his head cut off. While Vader is low to the ground, he sweeps his saber at your ankles, but you managed to jump, kicking him in the shoulder in the process.

He stumbles back and fails to catch himself. He sits on the ground, legs sprawled in front of him as you run towards him. He is surprisingly skilled at fight from the ground, but he doesn’t expect a kick to the hand instead of a stab with your saber. His lightsaber falls from his hand and clatters across the floor. Before he could get to it, you pick it up.

Now with two sabers and a defenseless Vader, you have the upper hand. He moves to stand, but you trap his head between crossed blades while he’s on his knees. You pause, staring down at the Sith lord as your chest heaves with exertion. Vader does not look afraid, nor angry. He looks pleased.

“You want to kill me,” Vader speaks, showing no signs of the battle that just occurred.

“I sure would like to,” you say between panting breaths.

“Then do it.” You’re shocked. You have the most feared man in the galaxy on his knees in a compromising position, and he’s telling you to kill him. “Kill me, Jedi. I feel your anger, your pain, your hatred. Succumb to your desires; kill me and free the galaxy.”

Your hand twitch. You want to kill Vader, but you cannot bring yourself to do it. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed by the morality that was ingrained into you as a child.

“Kill me!” Vader shouts.

You don’t notice that you’re crying until hot tears drip down amd absorb into the front of your robe. You hate that you’re showing such weakness in front of Vader, but you can’t help yourself.

“You’re weak,” Vader says as he rises to his feet, unfazed by the weapons at his neck. “You’re a coward. A pathetic excuse for a soldier.”

Vader wrenches both sabers out of your hands and throws yours across the room. He stalks towards you, lightsaber at his side while he insults you. You walk backwards as he comes closer, not wanting to let him near to kill you.

“You didn’t even have the strength to do what you knew needed to be done. You could have saved the galaxy, but you were too scared to take a life,” Vader seeths.

You take another step back, but instead of your foot landing on the tile, you trip on Vader’s discarded helmet, rolling your ankle and falling to the floor. You cry out in pain and attempt to get up, but you cannot find the strength as Vader steps closer.

His boot kicks his helmet out of the way with a loud bang what makes you whimper in fear. Your palms scrabble against the floor to slide back, making you look even more pathetic than you surely already do. To your horror, directly behind you is the chamber wall. You have no where to go, no weapon, barely any strength, and Vader has the high ground.

“Look at you, helpless little Jedi,” Vader muses. “Why don’t you call on the force to help you? Or is it not strong enough to beat me?”

Your blood feels ice cold in your veins as Vader stares down at you. You know you should attempt to fight, to die honorary, but you don’t want to suffer.

“Just kill me,” you choke out.

“I told you, I have no use for your corpse. You will join me.”

“I won’t,” you say, voice weak.

With an aggravated grunt, Vader throws his lightsaber across the room, then grips the collar of your robe with both hands to haul you to your feet. He presses your back against the wall and you flinch, preparing for him to hit you. Instead, he places both palms on either side of your head. For a moment, nothing happens. You are just about to aks him what he’s doing to you when you’re hit with a flood of euphoria.

A hot, almost burning sensation fills your body and warms the ice in your veins. Your limbs go limp and you would have collapsed to the floor if Vader wasn’t holding you. A small moan leaves your lips as you feel a sense of newfound strength in your body, something that you have never felt in all of your years training with the force.

“What-” you trail off, finding it difficult to construct a sentence in this state.

“Do you feel the power, little one?” Vader says, voice low since he is so close.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“All of this could be yours. You could feel this all the time. You will never hurt again.”

You want it. This pleasure, this fullness, this contentment you haven’t felt since you were young. In this moment, all reason escapes you as you bask in the warms that Vader is providing.

Then, in a flash, everything is cold once again. Vader lets go of you and you side down the wall in a crumple. You whimper as you try to move, but you’re weak and tired once again.

“Please,” you croak, looking up at Vader.

“That’s the power of the dark side. Too bad you’re too devoted to your code to reach your full potential,” Vader says before turning on his toe, cape swishing through the air as he walks away from you.

You can’t let him leave. You had a taste of what you’ve always wanted and you can’t deny it any longer. You want to be powerful, free, and maybe for the first time in a long time, happy.

“Wait!” Vader pauses mid-step but does not turn to face you. “I… I want it.”

Anxiety builds inside you as Vader remains motionless. Just as you’re about to plead with him, he turns around.

“What do you want?”

“Power,” you whisper like it’s a shameful secret.

Vader begins to walk towards you, the same stalking action, yet you feel less scared this time.

“Will you abandon your affilation with the Jedi?” he asks.

You hesitate to answer. You know it’s wrong, you took a vow, but you had spent your life doing selfless acts. Maybe it’s time to be selfish for once.

“Yes.”

Vader grins. It’s not a kind smile, far from it. It’s sharp, predatory, and makes your skin crawl.

“You shall be my apprentice,” Vader says, extending a hand to help you from the ground. When you reach your feet, Vader holds you close by your waist. It’s almost intimate, the distance between your faces, but you feel as if it’s more of a display of dominance than anything. “I will train you to use the dark side, and I’ll help you break all of those habits the Jedi ingrained in you.”

“I want to feel it again,” you confess.

“And you will, little one, in due time. I can only give you so much; it is your duty to harness it yourself.”

You sigh and nod your head. “I understand… master.”

It feels foreign in your mouth, to call someone else, a Sith lord, master, but the word makes Vader grin again.

“The dark side will give you great strength. It may be frightening at first, to unlock your full potential, but I guarantee you will become just as powerful as I. Together, we will rule the galaxy.”

Your heart skips at that. Thinking that the entire galaxy would be yours to do what you please with, the power that would come with that. It was every shameful dream come true.

“I vow to follow you, Master Vader. I want to learn to be as powerful as you.”

Vader’s grip on your waist tightens and he tugs you just a bit closer. Your chest is pressed against the hard, cold metal of the panel on his chest, and you feel so small in his embrace.

“Why don’t we start with our first lesson,” Vader suggests.

“What is it?” you ask curiously, eager to get even a taste of that heat once again.

“I want you to learn to indulge in all of those desires you have spent your life denying,” he says, voice low and gravely. You furrow your brows, confused. “I sense your lust, little one. I do not think it shameful; Sith must access their passion.”

You nod in understanding, but remain still, uncertain what to do.

“Allow me to show you,” Vader says.

His hands press your body against his and he leans his head down. His eyes are closed and his lips move to cover yours. You whimper in surprise, but you allow yourself to stay pliant. He kisses you, gently at first, but it quickly turns heated. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips and you part them to allow him access. He devours you, kissing you like he’s claiming you as his own and in a way, he is.

You two finally part after what feels like an eternity. You’re breathless, but Vader seams unfazed, except for his eyes, which are more black than amber now. His lips shine with spit, and you’re certain yours look the same.

“I sense great potential in you, my apprentice,” Vader says with a sharp grin.

In the back of your mind, you’re ashamed that you succumbed to the dark, allowed yourself to be corrupted. But at the same time, Lord Vader can show you things you weren’t even permitted to dream of with the Jedi.

“Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. A former Jedi turned apprentice to the face of evil in the galaxy.

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Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x G/n!Reader

TW: Just Anakin being a dummy, Angst that ends with fluff

A/N: This was my first collaborative fanfiction with the amazing @themandaloriansdiaries!! She has been so sweet and I'm so happy with how this came out! Send her lots of love cause she deserves it! The bottom portion is my writing! Gifs used are not mine!!

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There you were, standing outside on the balcony that was connected to your bedroom. you stood in silence watching as the sun set. it was quite beautiful.

You felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist; you close your eyes, and lean back into your lover, resting there.

"I was wondering when you'd come out to join me." You spoke softly.

"Miss me?"  Anakin asked, placing a kiss to your temple.

"Always."

He rests his face in the crook of your neck, planting small kisses, causing you to giggle. "Ani" you smile.

"Hmm?" You felt him smile against your neck.

"That tickles" You turn; now facing him, looking up at him.

There is a pretty decent height difference between the two of you, but you both fit together so perfectly.

He stares down at you, moving a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "You're beautiful y/n, never forget that."

"How could I? You remind me everyday" Standing on your tip toes, placing a kiss to his lips.

You feel him smile against your lips, he pulls you even closer.

"And I will continue to remind you."

It was moments like this that meant the most to you, and you knew it meant just as much to Anakin as well.

"I love you, forever."

His forehead resting against yours.

"I love you, always."

Soaking it all up, you loved being in his presence. This is where you want to be always; in his arms.

"Promise you'll never leave me." he stares deeply into your eyes

Never in a million years would you ever think of leaving Anakin, he means too much to you. your love for him is strong, and it will forever be that way.

"As long as you promise to never leave me." you rest your hand against his cheek.

"I promise" he closes his eyes, relaxing under your touch.

As you stare up at your lover, he slowly starts to fade away, you reach out for him...but its too late.

And just like that, he is gone and everything is a blur.

You gasped, practically launching yourself from your lying position on the bed. You tried catching your breath, shaking as you recalled the dream you’ve just experienced. 

‘Ani...’ You thought to yourself, trying and failing to contain the tears threatening to stream down your cheeks. You sniffled as you grasped the sheets, the sheets you once shared with your lover. 

You blinked away the tears, before glancing through the open doors of your balcony. The sky was blackened and the moon was bright. Despite it still being nightfall, you wouldn’t have been able to fall back asleep. The anticipation of having another heartaching dream reminding you of the fact that your Anakin was no more was too much to bear. 

What went wrong, Ani...?

You sniffled as you shuffled out of bed and approached your vanity. You sat in front of the mirror, staring into your reflection as you were lost in your subconscious once more. While you prepared yourself for another day of trying desperately to make sense of your new reality, you thought of his broken promise.

The promise that Anakin would never leave you, yet he did the opposite. Leaving you on this planet with a broken heart. Your friends tried to be there for you, keep you company and keep your thoughts from wandering. In the end, it seemed to only cause you more pain. You simply wished to grieve alone.

Your mind continuously recounted your dream, similar to a broken record.

The tears you desperately attempted to keep at bay made their return. Your vision became blurry and you allowed yourself to finally sweep.

"How could you...?" You muttered, your voice quivering from the sheer emotion. Tears were streaming down your face and you felt like you would drown. "How could you leave me?" You sniffle.

"I've never left, my love." A familiar voice replied, causing you to jolt and lock eyes with the figure in your chambers through the mirror.

The reflection of your former lover stared back as Anakin, cloaked, stood there next to the doors of the balcony. He must have snuck his way into your bedroom.

You felt a familiar rush of heat as anger replaced your sorrow in your heart. You stood up from your chair, turning towards the one that broke his promise and shooting him an icy glare. "What are you doing here?" You hissed.

Anakin was surprised, simply staring at you while you continued to fume. After a moment he spoke, "I've returned for you, (Y/N)."

His voice was soft as silk and you could feel your resolve slip slightly.

"Returned for me? After how many months? Anakin, I've cried for you and you think magically appearing would change that you broke your promise?!" You exclaimed.

"My love, I had to leave you, only for a while until I had matters resolved." He replied, walking towards you where you stayed rooted near your vanity. "I'm here now."

Your tears returned, glancing away to furiously wipe them away. "You've hurt me so much!"

"That was never my intention, my love, your happiness has always been my priority." Ignoring your swatting hand, Anakin cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that you missed. "And your safety...I had to make sure it was safe to bring you with me."

"Why couldn't you tell me this before?" You whimpered, looking into his eyes. You couldn't help yourself, taking your hand to cup his own that remained against your cheek. In return, Anakin wrapped his other hand around your waist.

"You would have come with me if I asked, yet I couldn't risk your safety, no matter how badly I wanted you with me. I had to let you go, only for a while." He explained, leaning down to rest his forehead against your own. "You're my everything."

You dare not reply, fearing that you would choke on your tears from his passionate devotion.

"Come with me." He demanded softly, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes that he fell in love with.

"Ani..." You whispered.

"Come with me, (Y/N)..." He repeated, passion and love seeping through his words. "We will never be apart again, I promise. I'll never hurt you like this again."

"Okay Ani...I'll go with you."

Under the moonlight that shined into your chambers, you sealed the promise with a kiss.

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* English is not my first language I apologise

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* Triggers; angst, swearing, and a bit of fluff

Y/N POV

I was walking through the ship, trying to find Vader. “I’m sorry, do you know where I can find Darth Vader?” I asked politely to a officer. “Woman, do you know who I am? Who you talking to?” He gave me a pointed look. “I asked you something?” “I’m sorry officer, I was only asking you something.” He shakes his head. “A woman like you has no business with Darth Vader, now if you excuse me I have a meeting to attend.” With that he flipped me off. ‘What an asshole.’ I walked further down the hallway till I saw Andrew a friendly mechanic. “Andrew, do you know where I can find Darth Vader.” He smiled at me. “Did you lost your husband again Y/N.” He chuckled at me. “Yes, do you know where I can find him?” He nodded. “Yes of course, follow me.” I did what he asked and followed him through the ship. “I don’t know if it’s the right time to meet him now, he has a meeting soon.”

We walked up to a meeting room. Troopers stood outside of the room. “I’m sorry nobody can enter.” “I understand but she has to.” “No.” Andrew sighed. “Do you know who she is?” “No, but she can’t enter.” I grabbed Andrews arm. “It’s fine, I’ll wait out here.” “No it’s ridiculous!” The doors behind them opened, the officer from earlier walked out. “What’s happening here….oh you again.” Andrew looked at me. “I already asked him.” I said to Andrew, He nods. “Listen here officer Sam, she needs to speak to….” The officer raised his hand. “I don’t understand why you can’t understand the word NO and I already told her that she has no business to do with Darth Vader… it’s outrageous that the two of you interrupting this meeting.” He looked at the troopers. “Make them leave..” he walked back inside as the troopers pushed us away. “Move it you two.” “I can’t believe this, you will regret this!” Andrew said while pointing at both of them. “Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from them.

We were both waiting at the cafeteria for higher ranks. Officer Pierre walked up to us. “I’m sorry that it happened to you guys, I’ll make sure when the meeting is done that Darth Vader will come and get you.” “Thank you.” I gave him a small smile. “I got us some food and drinks” Andrew placed down a tray full with food. “For free.” He whispered to me. I smiled at him. I picked some food and started to eat. “They all going to regret it, the disrespect they have…” Andrew said while munching on some bread. “It will be fine, we wait for him.”

“Where is she?” I heard the robotic voice of Vader through the room. I looked behind me, he was talking to officer Pierre. “Over there my lord.” He looked at me, striking forward. I stand up and walked over. “You wanted to speak to me?” “Yes but I forgot.” My lip starts to tremble. His hand went up to my face. “What happened?” Andrew stood up. “If I may my lord.” “Speak.” “She was searching you, and officer Sam and his two troops disrespected her.” I looked at Andrew, he was angry. “Is that true?” I nodded. Officer Pierre joined the conversation. “My lord, they both were shaking up from the event, I helped them to calm down.” Vader didn’t say anything, just his breathing was heard. His thumb went over my cheek, looking down at me. “I’m sorry.” I whispered at him, trying to calm myself down. He turned around and walked away. I looked at Andrew. “It’s okay.”

I was waiting in our bedroom, waiting for Vader to turn up. I was already in my pyjamas laying awake in our bed. ‘What if he’s mad at me? For crying, for searching him, for forgetting why I was searching him in the first place.’ Fear was creeping in, I started to cry in silent. Holding my blanket up, afraid of the darkness, afraid of everything. I heard the automatic doors open. I held my breath. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer till it stopped. His breathing filled the atmosphere. “My love…” I felt him pulling down the blanket. I looked at him, eyes red because of the crying. His hand went up to my face, wiping away the tears. “Its okay love, it’s all over now.” His gloved hand wiped some hair out of my face. “I feel you scared, why are you scared?” I took a deep breath. “Are you mad at me?” His head tilt a bit to the side. “Why would I be mad?” I shrugged my shoulders. “That I embarrassed you my lord.” He carefully took a seat on the bed. “I’m not embarrassed, you are my wife, they should respect you, they where disrespecting you, my wife.” I carefully nod. “I’m not angry at you at all, I’m sorry they disrespected you but I made sure nobody is ever going to disrespect you.” I grabbed carefully his hand. “Are you okay my love?“ I nodded. “Yes, I just remember why I was searching you my lord.” He nods at me. “I wanted to tell you that…that I’m finally carrying our child..” his hand went up to my belly. I felt the force going through my body. “You are.” I smiled at him. “I level up the guards for you and I make sure you are never alone.” He stood up. “Are you leaving already.” “Yes my love, I need to take care of these things.” I sat up. “Can it not wait till tomorrow morning my lord?” I stood up and walked over to him. “Please stay tonight.” He turns around. “You want me to stay..?” I nodded. “Yes my lord.” “Then I stay.” I smiled at him, placing a kiss on his helmet. “Thank you, for everything.” He only nods as we both went to bed. His breathing filled the room as I lay with my head on his cold metal chest plate. ‘I love you.’ He said with his real voice in my mind through the force. I snuggled up to him. “I love you too Vader.” As darkness consumed me, falling slowly asleep.

[lem0nshark-writes]

"No Holding Back Anymore"

Darth Vader x Male Reader

Type: smut

Word count: 2102

Warnings: smut, pre-suit Vader, reader's a bottom, inappropriate use of the Force, reader's a Jedi, choking

Summary: You and Anakin were best friends and padawans training under Obi-Wan and you were practically inseparable ever since you met. In known unfortunate turn of events Anakin turns to the dark side and afterwards goes to find you, knowing how you both have felt for a long time and, well, acting on it.

Request: for the lovely @/dead_noodel on wattpad !💕

A/N: This took an unnecessarily long time to edit I'm sorry D: writer's blocks are a binch D: enjoy this little smut ;)  also I'm about to work on and post some of my own fic ideas (before I spontaneously combust for not writing them) before moving to finishing off the remaining requests 👀

Once Anakin, now lord Vader, strode down the empty halls of his former home, eyes gleaming with fire and hatred and a long dark hood covering his head, the sound of his confident and determined steps echoing against the walls.

Before all that went down a couple of days ago the two of you were best friends, padawans trained under Obi-Wan and practically inseparable ever since you met each other. Training, eating, resting and even sleeping together on some nights. You were very close. Sometimes even too close judging by the Jedi code.

You both had feelings for eachother and it was well known to both of you, having read each other's minds in accidental slip-ups, but you've never acted on it trying to live as Jedi should. But Anakin was no longer Anakin, he was no longer a Jedi and none of their codes mattered to him anymore.

After a couple of minutes of walking he found himself in front of your bedroom's door, using the Force to unlock and creak the door open, yellow-red eyes staring ahead.

Hearing the lock and the door open caught your attention, sneaking to the open door you peaked at it to see who the unannounced intruder was.

Seeing Vader standing at the doorway you sighed in relief, "Oh Ani it's you, come on in," you smiled, word of his turning to the Dark Side having had not reached you yet, "I haven't seen you in a few days, where have you been?" you stepped closer to him, worried if something had happened, as he used the Force to close the door again, you coming to a halt when you heard him locking the door.

You didn't think much of it though, thinking he didn't want Obi-Wan or curious younglings barging in out of nowhere, so you shrugged it off and reached up pulling his hood off, his eyes glued to the floor to his side.

"Is everything alright Ani?" you asked seeing his unusually serious and stern face.

"That's not my name anymore," he looked up at you, eyes shining red and yellow, seething with such intensity and power unfamiliar to you.

Air caught in your lungs before you gasped, "…What have you done?" you reached up to cup his cheeks, wide eyes staring at his new ones.

"Don't worry about it," he took your hands in his, lowering them down from his face and holding onto them for a little while, "I've seen the truth, but lets not worry about it now, we don't have to hold back anymore," he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to himself.

"Ani.." you looked up at him, heat spreading across your cheeks at his proposal.

"Shhh… I know you want it too, I've seen it, you're thinking about it now too.." he spoke softly, face just inches from yours, your lips almost touching, his eyes roaming across your face, searching your emotions.

"I-I.." you went to say something, anything to get you both to stop but you know you couldn't, you know you didn't want to stop. Before you could think any longer he crashed his lips against yours into a heated kiss, his lips feeling like fire against yours, dripping with yearning and desire.

Your wrapped your arms around his neck, bodies against each other as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you even closer, one of his hands finding its way to your cheek, cupping it and pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

You moaned into it. You've dreamt about this moment, imagined it so many times, and in none of those has it ever felt as good as it does right now.

He slipped his tongue in your mouth as he used the Force to rid you off your top robe, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the side as he slowly moved you both towards your bed. You were already starting to get hard, head racing with all the things he could do to you.

He felt your clothed hard on rubbing against him and he smirked a little, and seconds after you could feel hand-like sensation rubbing and groping against your member, as both of Vader's hands roamed other parts of your body. He was using the Force to pleasure you and honestly that turned you on even more, making your cock twitch against his Force-touch.

You bit your lower lip as his kisses now moved to your neck, leaving soft bites and hickeys all over it, tongue tracing your soft skin, and his Force-touch moving now beyond your clothes, touching you bare now. It made you gasp and moan even more in his ear, precum already starting to leak from the tip of your hard-on.

You started to slowly buck your hips towards him, desparate for more friction on which he smirked and tightened the Force-grip on your cock.

You gasped nearly cumming then and there but as soon as he felt you nearing he'd slow down, sweetly torturing you as his tongue worked your neck and chest, and his hands touching and squeezing your ass. The extra pressure and increased speed both by him and you had you nearing your edge again fast and cumming all over the inside of your pants, some getting over him as well, ecstatic pants and moans echoing through his ears as you pressed even more against him, riding out your orgasm.

He smirked and moved slightly from you, his skilled hands undoing your waist belt as you still tried to calm your breath, cheeks still burning with heat and your legs already a tad bit shaky. Afterwards, he proceeded to remove all of your upper layers using the Force again, followed by your pants and boots, all of it so slow it was almost painful. After he was done, removing his clothes too.

You gawked at his body, having had already seen it somewhat but in this context it was a whole different story.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long.." he spoke softly as he pulled you close again, kissing your lips, now with much more love in it rather than pure lust, though the lust was still there.

"Me too," you nearly whispered, almost as if scared to admit the truth.

He smiled and kissed you again, this time with his tongue as one of his hands moved to your ass, fingers slipping in-between and slowly moving against your hole rubbing across it as his other hand stayed to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing against the corner of your lips, tongue devouring your own.

The friction against your hole had you getting hard again in no time, your new erection rubbing against his own.

He slipped his thumb into your mouth as he still kissed you before pulling away and moving to your neck again before whispering into your ear softly, "Suck baby."

You did as he said, sucking and licking against his thumb between moans caused by his other hand and his lips against your neck.

After a couple of moments he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and used the warm saliva to get his fingers wet before sliding his hand to your butt and replacing his previous fingers with his wet ones, this time pressing harder against your tight butthole getting it all wet and slick with your own saliva.

He slid his other hand to your cocks, grabbing both of them in it and rubbing them up and down slowly as he slowly started pushing one of his fingers into you, earning a loud moan of pain and pleasure from your mouth, once it was all in he started moving it in and out at a slow pace causing such sparks of pleasure rush through you like you've never felt before, not even as you touched yourself while thinking of him. Soon enough his one finger was followed by another, and then another again, before you were all stretched out good and nice and a moaning mess in his hands.

"Ready baby?" he asked, trailing kisses across your jaw, pulling his fingers out of you as you desperately tried to buck yourself further on them, him pushing you onto the bed softly and climbing onto it in-between your legs.

"Yes, yes Ani please-" you moaned out, hole empty and aching for him and any type of friction and pleasure. You felt pressure-like pain creep onto your neck, choking out your pleas in a type of pain bordering with pleasure that turned you on even more. He was using his Force to choke you.

"Call me Vader," he smirked, yellow eyes hungry with lust as he took you in sprawled underneath him, cock hard and twitching and leaking with cum, same cum spilled all over your stomach and hot wet hole closing against nothing, e/c eyes looking up with such a need he's never seen before, it made his cock twitch and harden even more if that was possible. He was mesmerized.

"Master Vader, p-please f-fuck me, p-please-" you begged, unable to hold your need for him anymore.

The title you graced him with through your hazed pleas and your words made his eyes sparkle with devouring lust as he smirked, positioning the tip of his huge throbbing cock against your dripping hole, his gloved hand grabing your cock as he came down to kiss you, slowly starting to push his length into you.

You moaned out so loudly, his thick cock filling you up to the brim like you've never imagined before, once completely inside you sending pleasure-induced tingles all over your body.

He groaned on how tight you were, squeezing against him, he tried so hard not to start fucking your brains out then and there and waited for you to adjust.

And once you gave him the signal he started off slow, both pumping into you and pumping your cock against his cum-smeared gloved hand.

You moaned out pleas and curses incomprehensibly as you wrapped your legs against his waist, pulling him even close to yourself.

He kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth as he used the Force to once again apply gentle pressure to your soft neck.

"Ahh lord Vader please, ahh f-fuck me.. faster-ahh!!" you moaned out, half choking on the Force and half on his cock plunging deep inside you.

He smirked, loving the way his new name rolled off your tongue, "Moan for me baby," he started ramming into you faster and deeper, pressing down with his free hand onto your stomach having you feel just how deeply he's dicking you down.

You arched your back, precum dripping off the tip of your dick, down your length and onto his gloved hand, your walls squeezing against him.

You started moaning his name in his ear, as loud as you possibly could without getting heard, along with a lot of gasps and moans before spilling all over your stomach and his hand, riding out your orgasm as he still fucked into you hard, nearing his edge as well.

With a couple more strong thrusts he came spilling deep into you, slowing down through his orgasm to slow sloppy thrusts, panting and letting out quiet curses in low whisper-like voice, pulling out once he was all emptied out into you, afterwards flopping down besides you, part-way on top of you. Propping himself on his elbows he moved a couple of sweat-dampened stray hairs out of your face before kissing you deeply.

You gladly returned, holding onto his hands that creeped up to cup your face as he kissed you, kissing you again before pulling away to let you both breathe a little, having not yet calmed from all the action.

"That was-" you started, still trying to catch your breath a bit, him now laying back halfway on top of you, yellow gaze staring up at you lovingly, a fond expression on his face.

"Better than I could ever imagine, it was" he smiled, reading your thoughts and answering them.

"Yeah," you chuckled a little, smiling softly at him.

The two of you rested like that peacefully for quite some time, hand in hand and his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat sync with his, the war and the wrath could wait, all that mattered at that moment was the two of you wrapped in each other's embrace, in love and together at last.

[nosugarallspice]

Hi, I would love to request phrase 20 with sex against the wall and Vader ❤

Hi love! Hope you like it!! // I like to imagine this is Vader before losing the legs and getting roasted.

Minors DNI!!!!

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Your moans and his groans echoed off of the walls. His hand wrapped around your neck, the grip was tight, but not too tight, just enough to make your cunt throb.

Your tiny hand wrapped around his wrist, the other in between your legs, rubbing your clit aggressively.

“You like my hand around your neck, don’t you?” He panted into your ear, his lips kissing your shoulder as he screwed your brains out.

His pace was brutal, it hurt but it felt so good. Your back was pressed against his chest.

His cock slamming into your pussy.

Each push in, he left you feeling so full.

“Vader,” you cry “right there! Don’t stop.”

You push back into him, your ass slamming back into his hips. His free hand digging into the flesh of your hip.

“My dirty little whore, hm?” He growled, pushing deeper into you, hitting your spot. Tears formed from how good he was making you feel.

Your face now pressed against the wall as he worked you from behind, leaving you cock drunk.

You loved moments like this; when he took charge, fucked you like the dirty little slut you are. You were filthy for him and you both knew it.

[starryevermore]

cat and mouse ✧ anakin skywalker

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request: Reader is a Jedi that wasn't slain and Darth Vader personally hunts her down, cause they were good friends. She immediately knows it's anakin cause that little shit has such a distinct fighting style. She immediately gives up and tells him that "Anakin, we were friends. I cannot fight you. I know why you turned, but I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too. But if you must kill me, take off your mask and kill me as a friend not a foe." - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: anakin skywalker/darth vader x jedi!fem!reader (platonic)

summary: your best friend is dead. and soon you shall be too. 

word count: 1,537

warnings?: mention of stalking, poor descriptions of fighting, major character death, not proofread

There was nowhere in the galaxy where you could hide. It didn’t matter if you changed your name, altered your appearance, avoided all Imperial detection—there was nowhere you could hide. It had been a year—a long, long year—since the clones turned their weapons on the Jedi, since the Republic fell, since the Empire rose from the ashes. You were lucky enough to escape with Master Yoda. Though, you did question that luck, too. Was it really good fortune to be on the run? To know that you will never be safe? 

In the year you had been on the run, you had encountered a couple of other Jedi who escaped the chaos. While they, too, had led a life of difficulty, it was nothing compared to your experience. They were not being…hunted in quite the same way as you. Other Jedi had spoken on of a sort of…shadow that had been after them, that they’re never heard from again when they’re caught. But this felt different, whatever was after you. This felt personal.

While you have been traveling the galaxy, hiding from the Empire, hiding from whatever was after you, you had shut yourself from the Force. Whatever was after you, it was using the Force to find you. You didn’t need to put a larger spotlight on yourself through the use of what is effectively honing beacon to whomever is trying to harm you. That didn’t stop the visions, though. Nothing could stop the visions. 

You had been plagued with visions of your demise—the beam of a red lightsaber striking you down, the loud, almost robotic breathing of your captor, the feeling of pressure on your throating, the life draining from you. Worse yet, the part that troubled you the most (because, you had long since come to terms that your hiding would eventually result in your death—that no longer scared you), was that the person who would take your life was someone who was once a friend. How could that be? How could someone you once trusted betray you like this? How…How could someone who once followed the Light fall to the Dark Side? 

Now, you understood. 

You may have cut yourself off from the Force, but nothing could deny that whoever who was hunting you, whoever wanted to kill you, was someone you were close to—closer than you should have been, if you were being honest. You couldn’t deny that, not when he finally caught you. 

“There is nowhere you can run to. You cannot hide from me any longer.”

Against your better judgment, you peaked out from the ship you were hiding from. You sucked in a breath at the sound of a lightsaber being drawn, the red light illuminating the shipyard. This was it. This was the end. He was right—you no longer could hide. You would meet your end tonight, you were sure of it. But, if you were to die tonight, you were going to die on your own terms. 

You unclipped your own lightsaber from your belt, igniting it for the first time in a year. The green light tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you of everything you had lost. Everything that had been taken from you. 

“There is no use in fighting.”

Perhaps that was true. But you’ve fought for your survival for this long. The galaxy has taken and taken and taken from you. You were taken from your birth family to the Jedi Temple. You were taken from the Temple and forced to fight in a war. You were taken from the family you had found in your battalion and your fellow Jedi. You were taken from all that you knew, all that was familiar, all that you loved. If the galaxy was going to take your life now, if the Force truly willed it to be so, you would not let it be taken without a fight. For the first time in a year, you opened yourself back up to the Force. 

The dark figure was suddenly in front of you, the red lightsaber swinging. You blocked the hit, taken aback from how quickly the fight had begun. You were rusty, you had to admit. It had been a long while since you fought with your lightsaber, since you were open to the Force. It was much like seeing an old friend again—a moment of initial awkwardness at the acknowledgement of how much you have grown without each other before falling back into the relationship you once navigated with ease. 

The fight was a blur. You relied on primarily on your instincts, stayed on the defensive. The further you got into the fight, the more you knew you weren’t going to win. Whoever this was, he was a more than capable fighter. It almost felt like it was second nature to him. But, stranger, you thought, was how…familiar your opponent felt. 

It reminded you when you were a Padawan, training at the Temple. Your Master had asked you to train with another Padawan, to see how far you had progressed in your training. Your opponent had a…unique way of fighting. In the years that followed, and in the friendship that blossomed between the two of you, you had become quite accustomed to that style. 

And even though it had been well over a year since you had seen that style of fighting, you could recognize it anywhere. Somehow, he had survived. Somehow, he had…turned. 

“…Anakin?” you asked, blocking another hit from your opponent. The two of you remained like that, lightsaber against lightsaber, staring at each other. “Is that really you?”

He swung. You were so startled by the realization, your grip on your lightsaber loosened. It clattered against the floor. You braced for the killing blow, to die without having your suspicions confirmed, but it never came. He outstretched his hand, his fingers clenching. Your body rose off the floor. You felt your throat constrict. You gasped for air, clawed against the invisible force choking you. It did you no good. 

“Anakin Skywalker is dead.”

Because the Sith in front of you killed him. 

You almost preferred the thought that Anakin had died in the purge. That he was still the man you remembered. That he hadn’t fallen so far, that he hadn’t become…this. You wondered if Obi-Wan knew. Did he truly think his former Padawan perished on Mustafar? Yes, yes, he had to have. When you saw him on Polis Massa, you had felt how distraught he was. Yes, he had truly thought Anakin had died. 

You tried to picture the man you once knew. The man who had been helplessly in love with Padmé Amidala. The man who broke the Code because of that love. The man who bonded with his soldiers, the man who found their situations not all that different from his own. The man whose heart was broken when Ahsoka left the Order. The man who had convinced you to have fun, to not be so serious all the time. The man you would have called your best friend. The man who was practically a stranger. 

But still, there was something there. Something that the Dark Side could not take away. No matter what he had done, a glimmer of the Light reminded in Anakin’s heart. Not enough to save you. But…maybe enough to save himself. 

“Anakin—Ani,“ you started, “we were friends. I cannot fight you.”

His grip tightened, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. But he said nothing, gave nothing away. 

“I-I know why you turned. I know the pain you must feel. You’ve lost more than anyone ever should,” you said. “But, in spite of it all, I can still feel the light in you. You know you feel it too.”

He dropped his hand. You hit the floor with a thump! You pushed yourself up, propped yourself up on your elbows. Anakin’s hand gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. There was no escaping this. You had run from your fate long enough. But, if you had to go…You wanted it to be on your own terms. 

“I know why you’re doing this. I know you’re hunting the Jedi, killing them, ensuring the Order can never rise again…I know what you plan to do. But, if you must kill me, kill me as a friend. If you must kill me, take off your mask. Kill me as a friend, not a foe.”

“Your friend is dead.”

You did your best to keep your voice steady, taking a deep breath before you spoke. Even if you had come to terms with dying, it was something else entirely to know your former friend would be the one to swing the blade. You looked at the mask that hid Anakin’s face from you. You wondered if he was pained by this, or if he was cold and indifferent.

“Then let me join him.”

Anakin raised his lightsaber. He stared at you, head tilted, considering you. Then— “You are no friend of mine.”

His lightsaber fell. 

And just like that, your vision was fulfilled. The game of cat and mouse was over. 

[ddejavvu]

pairing: darth vader x reader

summary: vader's prosthetic limbs are strong

cw: power imbalance, smut, toxic relationship (it's literally darth vader), manhandling, mentions of bruising, everything is consensual but it probably shouldn't be, don't like don't read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Vader's prosthetic limbs are strong. They're, by design, inhuman, and their fixture uses them to their fullest potential. You have permanent sore spots on your biceps from being hauled around by the dark lord, he puts you wherever he pleases.

"Stay here." He orders, his hand clamped tightly around your arm as he muscles you into one of the in-progress death star's many confinement cells, cold and gray, "It is not safe to roam while my master is here."

And when he retrieves you upon Palpatine's departure, he wakes you with that same rough hand on your arm, hauling you up off of the sleeping shelf and hustling you down the hall, carrying all of your weight with that one singular hand while your tired limbs frenzy to catch up.

there have been several times where you thought he was going to crush your jaw. simply shatter the bone, disfigure your face as he pinches it between unforgiving metal digits.

"Where have you been?" He asks, holding your chin in his prosthetic hand, "You were meant to be inside your quarters by 1800 hours."

When you don't answer right away his fingers tighten around your face and you squirm, wondering if you'll have a bruise there tomorrow; a stinging pool of blood just beneath the skin that your lover managed to coax out.

He crushes your face the way he uses the Force to crush others' throats; you get the honor of physical contact.

He tightens and tightens and tightens until you think your teeth might crumble where they're smashed together, then you let out a muffled whimper to let him know you're ready to speak. Only then are you permitted to open your mouth, and you admit, "I went down to the lower levels."

Much like his once-home planet of Coruscant, the lower levels on the Death Star are nowhere Vader wants you.

"I have told you to stay away from there," He chides, sealing your mouth with his bruising grip once more, nearly chopping your tongue apart where it gets momentarily caught between your teeth, "There are things down there beyond your comprehension; Sith artefacts that could melt your feeble mind from the inside out - far less forgiving than I am. The next time you venture down to the lower levels will be your last, no matter if the artefacts kill you, or I do."

though his torso is still flesh and blood, his arms are all prosthetic. it means that while his hips are stationary beneath yours, his inhumanly strong arms are lifting you effortlessly off of his thighs and slamming you back down over his cock. He takes you on his throne, spread out like the lord he is; but only your body moves. He is stationed firmly in his seat, and you are the one that must writhe above him in hopes of your own pleasure. But you tire easily, and he's such a generous man. When the time comes for him to intervene he cements his metal hands on your sides, lifting and lowering in a steady rhythm that has you seeing stars for the force he uses.

He will deposit you in your quarters after you're fucked out and too tired to be useful anymore. You need sleep, so he hoists your body into his arms and you happily go limp in his grasp. He carts you down the sterile, desolate halls of his battle station and uses the Force to open the door to your sleeping chambers, bending at the waist to lay you down on the bed. Dark Lords do not tuck their subjects into bed, but he stands and looms over you until you tug the blanket over yourself.

"I will return at 1800 hours." He reports, cape billowing around his ankles as he strides towards the door, "I would like you to stay here until then. Do not disobey me."

[themandaloriansdiaries]

Could I request Anakin X reader + shh, its okay love, it was just a bad dream?

🤍🤍

Hi lovely, thank you for sending in a request! I know its kinda short but I hope you like it!!

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader

Warnings: Slight angst in the beginning, but ends with fluff!

Word Count: 417

Bad Dream

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"Y/N help!" you hear coming from behind you, quickly you turn around to see Anakin holding onto his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. He stumbles back, falling down to the ground as you run to him.

"Anakin!” you scream out. Just as you’re about to reach out to him, he’s gone.

You jolt awake, now sitting up in bed. Panting, trying to catch your breath. The dream felt so real. Afraid to close your eyes, you keep seeing Anakin laying on the ground, and hearing the way he screamed for your help. Tears formed in your eyes, as you remember it all.

You felt Anakin sit up in bed, but you were too caught up in trying to calm yourself, that you didn't say a word nor did you move. You sniffle, tears run down your cheeks. Anakin quickly pulled you into his arms, once he heard you.

“Y/n? What’s wrong love?” he asked, worriedly. His hand stroking you hair, in attempts to help you calm down. you broke apart, sobbing quietly.

“y-you were hurt Ani” you managed to choke out in between sobs. “I tried to reach for you, but I was too late, you were gone” you continue to cry out.

His heart broke, at the sounds of your sobs. He’s never heard or seen you this way, but it truly broke him to see you like this. “Y/n, everything is okay, I’m okay” he continued to rub your side. Placing a kiss on your forehead. “Come, let’s lay back down” he pulls you down gently, your head laying down against his chest.

You still felt scared, you could never imagine yourself without him. You would do anything to keep him safe, the same way he would do for you.

“Ani” you whimper out, “I was so scared. It felt so real.. I thought I had lost you” you cling onto him, holding on as tight as you could, afraid he’d disappear.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, his hand stroking your back gently. “Shh, it’s okay love, it was just a bad dream. I’ll never leave you"

You found yourself starting to calm down as you listened to his heartbeat, your breathing was back at a steady pace. You laid there calmly on his chest.

"I love you, Ani."

"I love you more"

Snuggling into him even more, you finally found yourself getting comfortable.

“ Now, try to go back to bed, my love.” Planting one last kiss to your head.

Your eyes grew heavy, you felt yourself drifting back to sleep.

[hanasnx]

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?"

[lovelybucky1]

Insignificant

kinktober day 14- bondage

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT- non con, AFAB!Reader, handcuffs, vaginal reader, finger sucking, rough treatment, 18+ minors DNI

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Anakin Skywalker was no longer the man you knew. He was a great warrior, a general, an upstanding person, a kind soul, a Jedi, and most importantly, a friend. He was never meant to be a mechanical killing machine for Darth Sidious to lead around on a leash.

You managed to escape the violence of Order 66, though not without sustaining injuries of your own. For months after the massacre you saw visions of Anakin with orange glowing eyes in your dreams. The screams of children could be heard in the background. You were haunted.

You know some of the other Jedi escaped, though you don't know who or where they went. Being a Jedi is a death sentence these days, so it's better to lay low and not know anything more than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately, laying low on an outer rim planet where you live off the grid on your own little farm isn't low enough for the Empire. You returned from the forest with a basket of berries and mushrooms to add to your stockpile when you found your house burning, your animals slaughtered, and Darth Vader himself standing among the flames.

After seeing the brutal events of Order 66, you took not being killed on sight as a blessing. The stormtroopers surrounded you, grabbing your arms and forcing you to your knees before Vader. The dark mask was expressionless, but the tilt of his head to the side made you feel like a wounded animal he was about to put down.

"Take them to the ship," he said in a modulated voice. He sounded nothing like the man you knew.

You were hauled aboard the massive ship that they carelessly landed in a field of wild flowers. It was almost poetic how this hunk of machine destroyed something natural and beautiful.

Once the hatch of the ship closed, you accepted that your fate was sealed. You were brought to a cell in the bowels of the ship and abandoned, left with your own thoughts and restricted by force-blocking cuffs.

You were alone for hours until someone came by. You heard the sound of heavy boots banging against the metal grate floor, but it wasn't until you heard the heavy breathing that you turned your attention towards the intruder.

"Jedi," he says as a form of greeting.

You glare at him through the bars of your cell. "Vader."

He says nothing more. He only stands there, emotionless and unmoving. Anakin must have learned patience through his transformation, because the man you knew hated silence.

"Why am I still alive?" you ask. You'd rather be dead than be taken prisoner and be forced to work for the Empire. "You killed all the others. Why not me?"

"He wants you," Vader says crypticly.

"Who does?" you ask.

"Your friend," he says.

Anakin. He's in there somewhere, obviously, and he wants to save you. Maybe this is his way of making up for his atrocities, by making right with you. It could never be enough, but it comforts you to know the monster before you isn't entirely evil.

The door to your cell slides open and Vader steps in, looking like a giant as he towers over your slumped form on the floor. You look up at him but you can't get a read on him. The cuffs block any force sensitivity so you can't even feel him. The door shuts behind him, trapping you in a small box with the face of evil.

"He cares for you," Vader says. "He wants to protect you." It warms your heart in a weird way to hear him say that. "But you are insignificant to me."

Vader reaches down and grabs you by the roots of your hair. He tugs harshly until your scrambling to find your footing and stand so he doesn't rip out your hair.

He dwarfs you. You never noticed how large he was until you were face to face, mere inches apart.

Vader pushes you back roughly, sending you slamming into the wall. Your body crushes your arms that are bound behind your back and you whimper in pain.

"He will watch me destroy you," Vader says as he advances, crowding you against the wall.

He brings his hand down to the waistband of your pants and tugs, effortlessly ripping them off. Your underwear receive the same treatment, though the pull on your skin is painful.

He kicks your legs apart with his boots. The heavy, hard material on your exposed ankles hurts like a bitch, but there's nothing you can do about it other than scream.

Vader shoves his gloved hand between your thighs and carelessly invades your cunt with his thick fingers. You cry out in pain, beg him to stop and for someone to help, but you know it's useless. Everyone here does Vader's bidding, and disobeying their lord is an instant death sentence.

He grows tired of your crying, so he shuts you up by restricting your throat with the force. You have enough air to breathe, but not enough to speak.

You look into the blank helmet with teary eyes, hoping that somehow you can connect with Anakin. You know he's in there, you just have to bring him out.

Vader's fingers split you open painfully. You don't know what he has underneath the suit, but you fear that it will be even worse than the treatment being done to you now. When he pulls his hand away, your creamy juices coat the black glove.

He grabs your jaw and squeezes hard, forcing you to open your mouth. He shoves the wet fingers inside for you to clean, tasting yourself off of them. It's disgusting and degrading, but you're helpless to resist.

When he pulls his fingers out, his glove glistens with your spit. A string of it connects your lip to his glove and when it breaks, it falls against your chin.

Vader drops his hand and you're left staring up at him. The panel of his chest presses against yours uncomfortably, digging into you. You're legs are shaking, not from pleasure but from a mix of fear and the ache in your pussy.

Vader then grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you down, sending you sprawling onto the metal floor. He turns his back to you and the door opens again. Wordlessly, he leaves you alone once again, his heavy boots echoing down the corridor.

[bouncybongfairy]

Everyone Bleeds Red

Darth Vader x Fem Reader

Summary: After Darth Vader recruited your mother as a culinarian for the Death Star, you are now forced to call this your new home. One night you can't take being locked in your sleeping quarters any longer. You sneak out and find Vader in his Bacta tank, in a form you didn't know you would ever see.

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It was tiring, staring out the window panel, into never ending space. You would make different constellations out of stars you saw or over-examined a large rock that was floating. Shifting on your feet once you could no longer dissociate at command and all the pain in your body became unbearable all at once. The leather and latex of your suit feel completely suffocating and uncomfortable. You could never stand there as long as he could. You’d seen him go 12 hours of just staring into the abyss without moving a muscle. So still that you could barely tell he was breathing. Even when the ship would sway a bit, he maintained his rigid posture. When you could no longer take the void, you would go to your sleeping quarters. You would peel the layers of your clothes off one by one. Every time you walked into that room, you would admire how intricate the designs were. Every room on the ship was so dull, everything was gray and black. Even with colors so dark, the fluorescent lights were blinding at times. Not in your space though, the walls were a pale yellow and had foxtails and flowers hand-painted onto the walls. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would count the blades of grass, admiring the paint strokes. Wondering what happened to the artist who sat where you were with a brush. 

The roof was baby blue and like the walls had hand-painted clouds. They looked so realistic that you would get the urge to reach out to see if they were fluffy or not. The carpet matches the color of the painted grass so perfectly. One would have to look extremely hard to see the seam of where the wall and carpet connected. There was a painted mural of a waterfall that had plexiglass over it, water flowed over this glass to create the illusion that it was a real waterfall. Under this glass was a 3ft by 3ft pond that was filled with different stones. When the water would hit these, it created an authentic sound of water running. You were grateful for this because the ship was so quiet, it would hurt your ears sometimes. Your bed was circular and had a lace canopy that hung over it. The headboard was made from cream-colored marble and had carvings of different flowers. The bedding was lavender, the sheets and pillowcases were silk but the main duvet was fur. So soft that you can’t feel it against your skin. The lighting was yellow-toned, less harsh on your eyes than the bright fluorescent bulbs around the ship. Roses were always placed around the room, so many that the room was permeated with their scent. 

You were taken from your home planet of Coruscant, you didn’t know why but you were grateful. Being born on that smog-covered planet was a life sentence. Nobody who’s born there ever makes it out. It was like the planet was the Bermuda triangle, people came here in hopes of making it big with their criminal enterprise. Once you’re there long enough, you’re forgotten. There’s no communication signal until you’re off the planet which creates such a suffocating isolation it’s comparable to prison. Nonetheless, you were happy, you lived with your mother and operated a bakery. Even though it was a humble life, it was better than what most people had and your mother always reminded you of that. Vader completely tours through your city in search of Obi-Wan. You’d never seen such mass chaos and hysteria in your life. Stormtroopers seemed to enjoy such misery and horror. Sometimes when walking through the halls you would lose your breath when they came around the corner. Your mother and you were hidden in the back room of the bakery. You both could hear the shouting of stormtroopers, 

“This is the 501st Legion, come out with your hands up now !” one of them shouted. Your mother put her hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

“This is your last formal warning. Come out with your hands NOW !” You were commanded.

Tears were running down your face as you held your hand over your mothers. The room went quiet, you could no longer hear the clanking of their uniforms. All you could hear was the sound of boots hitting the ground. The silence was deafening and created such an eerie energy. After what felt like hours, the metal door of the back freezer was ripped off the wall and against what was the service counter. You screamed so loudly that you felt your mother’s hand vibrate against your cheeks. There he was in all his glory, when you first laid eyes on him he looked like a monster. Wearing all black, standing so tall, and the blood was splattered on his mask. His lightsaber was so close, you could feel the heat coming off it. He was accompanied by another individual who was in a gray uniform, unlike the stormtroopers. Vader whispered something to him that you didn’t quite hear. 

“Lord Vader requests that you serve the 501st Legion by working as a culinarian aboard our ship,” the gentleman said to your mother. 

“Well, thank you, my lord, May I bring my daughter, s-she helps me in all my operations,” your mother said; you’d never heard her voice so shaky and raw. 

“Very well, come with me,” he said. 

That was when we followed Vader and his army to the Death Star. Even though you were already of age, your mother covered your eyes. You could only see your feet and a bit of the ground in front of you. As you walked, you could smell copper in the air along with smoke. You could hear the sounds of people groaning and debris caving in on itself. Once you were about to board the ship, you looked up slightly and saw a severed hand on the ground. Curiosity killed the cat and you wish you’d never looked up. What scared you even more was the fact that nobody seemed to react to anything. Like there wasn’t a limit on how much gore their eyes could absorb. There was a knock at the door that pulled you back to reality. The automatic doors opened and revealed your mother. You were extremely grateful that you still got to see your mother every day. She had a different outlook on being aboard than you did. She was happy, we were finally safe, had amazing living conditions, and were together. Whenever you were feeling anxious she would remind you to count your blessings. Even though you knew she meant well with what she was saying, it could come off as dismissive at times. She set your dinner tray down and sat on your bed with you. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks knowingly. 

“Same as always,” you replied. 

“Let’s talk about it,” your mother pried gently. 

“There is really nothing to talk about, not about anything that I haven’t said before,” you said. 

“Are you just feeling closed in again?” she asked. 

“Again? I always feel closed in. I have no idea what we're even doing here. I feel silly because I always dreamed of a room like this, being surrounded by such elegance. Now, I just wish we had our shop and old living space. Yeah it was homely but at least it was purposeful,” you said. 

“Oh dear, It saddens me that you’re so focused on the negative. I know we had a comfortable life on Culinarian but now we have access to the finest of the galaxy. Lord Vader spared us, he spared you. He could have left you without me or just killed both of us. He didn’t and I don’t think it would be wise of you to be questioning why,” she said, standing up and giving you a kiss on top of your head. 

Shortly after your mother left, leaving you with a bowl of soup and bread. You weren’t feeling hungry these days, you missed your home planet. Your school and friends; there was a clothing shop right across from the bakery and would always trade goods with each other. It was the simple things like the feeling of excitement when your mom comes home with a basket of new clothes or shoes. The thrill of sneaking out with friends to go to different cantinas. Now all you did was accompany Lord Vader anywhere he chose to go which normally was starting to space. Sometimes you thought about just asking him what he was thinking about. Or why he was so sad and angry but never did. You’d seen him do horrible things, destroy part of the ship over the smallest of things. Kill entire villages simply for not having what he is looking for. He was a monster, ruthless and impatient; so much so that most of the time he didn’t realize what he did until after it was done. There was one incident in particular that made you question his morality. You were standing with him at the window panel. You had been there for 10 hours and stubbornly trying to stand there longer than he could; like some kind of endurance game. Once you were so overstimulated that you thought you might cry, you turned to walk away. That was when Vader reached and grabbed your wrist really tight, for a second you thought you were in trouble somehow. He simply told you to stay, not in an aggressive way but more of an invitation. He didn’t say anything for the rest of the time you were standing. Even though it was a small moment, it still made you think about what was behind the mask; a soft spot if you will. 

You set your dinner tray on the bedside table and make your way to the door. You had your nightgown on, it slightly stuck to your body as you walked. Pressing your ear against the door, you start listening to see if anyone is near. Once you were sure nobody was near, you let your finger rest on the button that opened the door. Your heart was beating so fast you were worried other people may hear it. The door slid open, leaving you blinded by the lights. It was so quiet, you were worried breathing too hard may get you caught. You walk around slowly, trying to find areas that are unfamiliar. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, your eyes just needed some new stimulation. The floors were cold against your feet, it was starting to make your teeth chatter. You passed the window panel that Vader normally stands but he wasn’t there. That relieved you, knowing there was no chance you could get caught by the lord himself. 

You turned a corner and immediately noticed the change in light. Instead of the bright white, the lights shined a deep red. Even though you had enough adrenaline in your body to kill a horse, you followed the lights. The walls were made of windows, so you could see space. Because of the lights reflecting off the glass, it made the stars appear red. It was nice to see something you always observed so different. You stayed there for a couple moments, admiring the lighting. You then walked into the room at the end of this hall. You physically cover your mouth with your hand when you lay eyes on him. He was in a bacta tank, completely submerged with serval tubes connected to him. There wasn’t a single part of his skin that wasn’t scared. It was shocking to see his amputations, you never realized. He was floating peacefully in the water, jerking or twitching every once in a while. Even though his eyes were closed, you could see how visible the bags under his eyes were. Perhaps this was the only place he felt true peace. You walked closer to the tank, standing so close that you could see your reflection. It wasn’t until then that you realized you were crying. His eyebrows were furrowed and his movements were becoming more frequent. This normally would have singled you to retreat back to your bed however, all you could think about was why they were keeping him alive. Who would put someone through such pain in order to maintain power? You now understand the power Lord Vader must possess. Such power that Palpatine was willing to go this far in order to keep Vader’s abilities and powers. You rested your hand and forehead on the class and closed your eyes. 

“For one day you will be engulfed in harmoniousness, the same way you are submerged in your torment,” you whispered into the glass. When you opened your eyes, Vader’s glowing eyes were cutting right through the glass. Your heart drops into your stomach and you run back to your chamber.

[the-hidden-empire]

Vader with Palpatine’s daughter:

*not proofread and not my gif!

- Your father forced your hand in marriage to his apprentice.

- Neither you or the Sith Lord wished to be married. It was a awakened marriage.

- You’re father set an ambush on you, which you’re husband had to save you. He would make you love Vader.

- You fell in love with you’re husband as he saved you.

- He wanted you and Vader to both know that you were nothing without him. You both owed him in his opinion.

- Vader made sure to make it known to you that his allegiance was with you, you’re father came second.

- You slowly fell into a deep love with each other.

- Palpatine used this love against his Sith Lord, he manipulated his dreams and thoughts of you’re demise if he failed his master.

- A child would be expected, there wasn’t much of a choice for either of you.

- Vader was hesitant about bringing a child into this world, just so it could be made it to another weapon for the empire.

- He was told to use the force to get you pregnant if that’s what it took.

- You yelled at you’re father on many occasions for treating you’re husband as a weapon and not a man.

- You’re husband kept you away from you’re father as much as he possibly could. His protectiveness is on overdrive .

- You both silently plotted against your father in secrecy of his chamber. You spent as much time healing each other from the wounds of the empire.

- He knew you’d never be safe until you were free from your father.

- He would rid you of your father eventually. That’s the only way you could be free from the you’re fathers empire.