#darth vader fic

[weixuldo]

Like a Drug

Toxic!Anakin x Reader

a/n: hihihi, this one is a pretty long one shot ahh sorry! its based on this ask from @hanasnx ! (Though I did change the promp a little) I just wanted to also update that It is officially finals week- so I'll be slower than i alr am SORRY!! but i have been working on the next xhapters of allow me and enigma when i get breaks!! I hope u enjoy! ALSO! Please don't stay w someone if they act the way anakin does in this fic- this is purely a scenario for fictional purposes, never let anyone do anything he does, to you.

Anakin has a very peculiar way of showing his love; well you call it love other people call it an unhealthy obsession... you finally realize how fucked up the situation is and leave- but the real question is how long can you stay away?

warnings: cursing, toxic bf ani, smex, cumplay, agressive behavior, mention of blood, fights, alluded sexual harassment, anakin is obsessive and posessive. (he's does some fucked up shit)

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“Get up” Anakin’s stern voice rang as he gripped your upper arm. 

You jumped at the unexpected contact- why was Anakin here? 

“Ani! You scared m-” you started to laugh before he tightened his grip.

“Now.” he growled. 

You looked back at your friends sitting across the table from you; their eyes were wide. Before you could say anything, Anakin started to pull you up. 

“Let go of her!” one of your friends demanded. 

He snapped his head towards her and only loosened his grip on you to stomp to the other side of the table. His tall frame towered as he glared daggers at her. 

“The fuck did you just say?” he spat.

She went pale and looked down at her lap. 

“That’s what I thought. Anyone else have any smart comments?” he huffed, before promptly pulling you out of the restaurant. 

Before you made it all the way out the door you mouthed an “its ok” to your friends before following your boyfriend outside. 

“Anakin, what the fuck?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. 

He continued towards his sleek black camaro (he loved to drive through the city at night, music blaring and his hand on his property, your thigh). 

“Don’t fucking ignore me Anakin!” you shouted, gaining the attention of an older couple who were heading inside the restaurant. 

Your cheeks burned as you caught their stares, but honestly you were used to this shit, it wasn’t the first time you and Ani had made a scene in public. Anakin always did this- he would get pissy over some irrelevant thing and you would get into an argument. 

He stopped and turned with such anger.

“You really wanna know? You shouldnt have to fuckin’ ask why I’m upset! If you ever thought of anyone but yourself you’d see how fucked up it is of you to get dinner with those bitches who want to break us up” he screamed; his beautiful blue eyes dark with rage. 

You knew Anakin hated your friends. And you knew they hated him.

“You know they don’t like me and always try to get you to leave- Meanwhile those sluts cant keep their legs shut; they’re probably just jealous cause I’m the only guy who gets to fuck you and they have to find a new one every night!” he spat. 

Most of your friends were in stable relationships, but of course Anakin didn’t bother to remember that. 

“How am I selfish Anakin? I just wanted to grab dinner with the girls and you didn’t even come up. I told them not to bring you up after the last fight” you sighed, exhausted from Anakin's irrational moods. 

His sculpted jaw clenched and his right eye twitched. 

“It's the fact that you still even allow their company, it’s disrespectful.”

You shook your head and huffed in disbelief. 

“Anakin, you are absolutely unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable… Do you even hear yourself right now?!” you screamed. 

“And not that it should even fucking matter, but how did you even know I was with them?” 

“I have your location- you know that” he stated as if you asked if the sky was blue. 

“I know that, but how about them?”

He knew where they were because he made several alternative snapchat accounts and pretended to be someone from school who was just looking for new friends.

He spent nights pretending to be an excited freshman who was wondering where the science building was. He used remix to send your friends snaps that made it look like he was on campus or hanging out downtown with other students. And eventually he gained their trust enough for them to turn on their snap map for him so he could “make sure they were safe” if they went somewhere, since it's “dangerous for us college girls down here”. 

“Intuition.” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “No way, you probably chipped their phones or some psycho shit cause you’re fucking crazy Anakin!” 

“Well if you just goddamn did what I told you we wouldn’t have to have these conversations or be in these situations” he replied dryly. 

“How many fucking “rules” are there for me to follow?! Everytime I go out or do anything, you find something to nit pick! It's exhausting! I don’t even know why I’m still with you?!”

“Get in the car.” he demanded. 

“You’re insane if you think-”

His whole demeanor shifted and he sighed, “baby, please… I’m sorry, let’s talk about this”. 

“No, Anakin- i’m done with your bullshit” you said, heading back towards the building. 

He felt his scarred eye twitch, but he needed to subdue his temper (just until he could take it out on your pretty pussy).

See, Anakin Skywalker was a master manipulator. He knew that no matter how much you fought or how insane he acted- you would always come back.

This was clockwork for him. You’d fight, he’d act vulnerable, you would fuck, and then you’d be good for a while. A perfect system. Never failed. 

He called your name with a desperate plea- he had no problem acting needy if it got him to where he needed to be, plus this gave you the illusion of having power in this familiar situation. 

You hesitantly turned around to meets his gaze; his beautiful blue eyes glassy with his brilliant manipulation. 

“Baby, I’m sorry- I just worry about you..” he spoke softly as you subconsciously came closer. 

Soon his strong arms were wrapped around your waist and his scent flooded your senses. 

“You know I can't control my feelings sometimes- I just love you too much- I can’t lose you too…” he whispered into your hair. 

You knew exactly what he was referring to with the “too”- his mother. He was very close with her, growing up she was all he had. A few years back she passed away and it took a big toll on your lover.

You never wanted to admit it, but you knew he used that to guilt trip you into staying or to get you to feel bad for him. 

You hated him. 

But you couldn’t stop…

You held him tighter and grabbed his shirt fabric, “I know Ani… I know”.

You were now crying too- You knew this was unhealthy- toxic even; but you just couldn’t quit him. 

You felt his strong arms lift you up and he carried you towards his camaro; you knew what came next… He’d comfort you, fuck you, then you would act as if no argument ever happened.

A cycle you had gotten all too familiar with. 

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“F-fuck” Anakin stuttered as he slammed his cock into you; intensive sounds of your bodies colliding, ricochet off the bedroom walls. 

“You feel s-so good Baby- doin’ so good for me” he praised as he thrusted in and out of your plush walls. You were lying on your back as he held one of your legs over his shoulder so he could hit even deeper. 

The glorious feeling of his calloused hands along your smooth stomach made you shiver. When you first started dating Anakin he told you that he would please you so well that no other men would be able to compare.

he was right…

No man could navigate your body the way he does, read your tells like he could, no man could make you cum as well as Anakin could.

He slowed his hips for a moment making you whine at the lack of movement from his thick cock. 

“Look at me baby”. 

You blinked your doe eyes open, tears falling from the corners. He observed your features before his eyes softened. 

“My girl, my pretty girl… always so lovely” she smiled before tenderly kissing you. 

“I love you more than anything” he whispered against your plump lips. 

This.

Moments like this were why you stayed: he could be kind- he was sweet- he did care. 

You were about to reciprocate his statement but were cut off by his hand tightly gripping around your throat as he continued snapping his hips into yours.

You squealed with each powerful thrust- it was ok, you’d tell him later. 

His swollen member was blushing red and as hard as could be. He absolutely adored having you below him, taking his dick like a champ- he remembered how proud he was when you were finally able to take all of him. 

A particularly hefty thrust sent his neurons firing and he knew he was almost at his end. He sloppily bucked his hips into your pelvis as his breathing became more erratic. 

“I’m gonna cum- w-where do you want it sweet girl?” he half stuttered, half moaned.

You patted your chest and gave Anakin a knowing look. 

With that he was gone, his brows knitted together in ecstasy and his hips lurched forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he quickly slid his dick out of you to aim for your chest. 

Barely one pump in, his warm seed coated your chest. You watched as his abs and thighs contracted with each wave of pleasure. Some of his damp curls stuck to his forehead, he had a sheen of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. 

What a beautiful sight. 

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Anakin’s fingers tucked some wild strands of hair behind your ear as you slept peacefully beside him.

Last night cut it a little closer than he normally would have, but it all worked out because here you were, still with him- fast asleep in his bed. 

He grabbed your phone and began to go through your messages (an unhealthy habit he picked up a few months back), his fingers immediately moved to the new notifications from your friends.

He opened the pinned group chat and read the messages from last night. 

Where r u? Where’d he take u?

Are you alright?

WTF was that?!

Anakin rolled his eyes; your friends were always so dramatic. But he smiled when he saw your response. 

“Guys i'm good, ani took me home and we talked things out- he’s just been really stressed out lately, it's nothing to worry about!”

You were his good girl and he’d spoil you today for your loyalty. 

He continued to scroll passively until he got to the newer unread messages. 

y/n, can we all please talk when you get back- we’re worried about you

Yea, anakin doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions

We hate to see you in this situation

Babe, he’s toxic- u need to dump him

“...u need to dump him”

Anakin almost threw the phone across the room- no way these bitches were telling you to dump him?!

He was the only one who took care of you, he was the only one who knew what was best for you- who did these girls think they were?!

Before he could stop himself he took out his own phone and copied all of their numbers down so he could send several nasty message to the girls basically telling them to back the fuck off and being unnecessarily hateful.

After he blocked their numbers, he decided it was time for a shower, so he left you with a kiss and headed to the bathroom. 

The emptiness of the bed made you wake. For a moment, you began to search for Anakin but the shower in the other room indicated where he was. 

You smiled and cuddled further into his sheets. The warmth of the blankets began to pull you back into slumber but your phone interrupted the notion. 

It was one of the girls you had gotten dinner with last night, what would she be calling this early for?

“Hello?”

y/n, I’m sorry but you need to come back now, I don’t think it's the best idea for you to be with anakin-

“Wait, slow down… why?”

She sent you screenshots of the messages he sent and you almost dropped your phone.

“What the fuck?! Anakin sent this?”

Yes, this morning- I really think you should get out of that relationship y/n- I’ve been telling you this! He’s trying to make you dependent on only him- it's not healthy!

You took a moment to regain your thoughts and quickly said a goodbye when you heard the water stop running. 

Why would he be so cruel? You knew he had his issues but he’d never been so explicitly viscous before. Maybe your friends were right, you had been manipulated so much that you were defending his toxic behavior. This had to stop. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him for long (he would just pull you back in). So you quickly began to gather your things so that it would be easier to leave after you talked with him. 

You almost had everything packed when the doorknob turned to reveal a fresh Anakin; his hair was still damp from the shower and his skin had a glistening shine from the residual steam. He had such a big smile… you hated this, but it needed to be done. 

“What’s going on princess?” he frowned when he saw your bag was already packed. 

“Anakin… I have to go” you said hurriedly. 

He moved in front of you and held up a hand, “Woah, can we talk about what’s going on? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?” he asked (genuinely worried). 

With a sigh, you looked him in the eye, “Anakin- we can’t keep doing this- we aren’t good for eachother”. 

He felt his chest tighten. 

“Was it your friends? Did they put those thoughts in your head?! I told you they weren’t-”

“Anakin! Please, enough! I saw what you said to them- Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not acting like the man I fell in love with… You’ve changed so much” you said with watery eyes.

For a moment he looked as if he were going to punch something but eventually he let out a breath and defeatedly stood to the side. Your words seemed to really hit him. 

“Angel, I do what I do because I love you- you know that. I know I’m messed up- but I’ve been working on it, Truly” he promised.

Tears fell as you shook your head, “I know Ani, but it's not fair to me- I can’t keep doing this! We always end up fighting and you always get upset”

“I DON'T!” Anakin unintentionally shouted, making you shrink away from him. 

“This is what I'm talking about Ani, I don’t wanna do this- no, i’m not doing this anymore. I’m leaving” you said, grabbing your things and heading for the door. 

He called your name but you ignored him, you almost got to his front door when he grabbed your upper arm. 

“Let go!” you shouted, snatching your arm from his hold.

“Please, just leave me alone” you cried as you walked out of the house and headed for the uber you sneakily called while he was still in the shower. 

As the uber drove away, you saw a confused and hurt Anakin standing in his driveway.

You put your head in your hands and cried… 

It needed to be done.

It had to. 

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A few months later

The early autumn air nipped at your skin as you haistilly exited the rowdy club. You shivered and crossed your arms after checking the time. 

10:34 pm

You had only gotten to the damn club 30 minutes ago and you already wanted to leave. You and some friends had gone out to reward yourselves for a hard week (and to hopefully get your mind off of your ex).

Some guy in the club had gotten a little too handsy fior your comfort- he attempted to put his hand up your dress and grope your breasts while you were just leaning over the bar to order another drink. You slapped him across the face and made your way outside to get some air. 

You wanted to leave; as you stood by the curb you felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at your eyes. 

Fuck. 

The sensation of alcohol warmed your tummy and clouded your thoughts. Warm, strong hands protecting you from any other man who dared to look at you. Fierce blue eyes warding off any unwanted attention- 

No. 

You physically shook your head and opened your phone to distract yourself. There was no fucking way you were thinking about him right now. You scrolled to your uber app and looked up rates for a ride back to your apartment. 

$40, $35, $47, $32, $43

The rates were through the roof, no way you were going to pay that just to get a few blocks home. 

Almost instinctively, your hands moved so that your thumb was shivering over Anakin’s number. 

What were you doing?!

You were about to swipe off when you realized: you weren’t willing to take an expensive uber, but you also didn’t want to walk that far in heels and at night. Maybe you should call him… at least you know him and he does owe you a favor anyways. 

Fuck it. 

You unblock and dial his number. 

Ring…

Ring…….

Ring………..

Voicemail.

You groaned. You knew very well what he was doing- he was making you call several times so that you would look desperate. He loved doing that shit. You dialed again. 

Ring…

 Rin- 

“Hey sweet thing, finally came to your senses?” he said, smugness dripping off his every word. 

“Anakin- please come pick me up” you sniffed. 

“And why would I do that? Why would I do you a favor after you’ve been such a bra-”

“Ani- someone tried to touch me- I wanna go home” you cried. 

The other end of the phone went silent. Anakin’s eye began to twitch and his grip on the phone tightened. 

“Where?” he gritted out. 

“What? I’m on fourth street, over by the old mill-”

“Where did he touch you?” he interrupted. 

You took a breath- maybe you shouldn’t have called Anakin, you knew he was going to cause a scene- but at the same time a dark part of you wanted him to become violent with his passion for you. 

“He put his hand up my skirt and started groping my breas-”

“I’m on my way” is all he said before finally adding-

“That fucker is dead.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, Ani was coming. 

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Anakin’s knuckles were a fiery red as he dealt several blows to the man who had dared to touch his girl. His vision clouded by rage and hatred; how dare someone try to touch what was his. 

Sure, you were broken up (or so you thought); but anakin saw it as just a small break- You were getting back together- he knew it.

All he was waiting on was your call. 

Once he was satisfied, he stood up and shook the blood off of his hand. He looked over his work; the man’s face wa bloodied and his lip was cracked (there was also possibly a tooth missing but Anakin didn’t really give a  fuck). 

He leaned over and spat, “Don’t ever touch someone who isn’t yours again”. 

He made his way through the crowd of stunned onlookers who all began to back away from him as he headed towards the bathroom. Once he got there, everyone stepped out and allowed him to walk in with no hesitation (They didn’t want to get on his bad side in any shape or form). 

He leaned on the sink and examined the cut on his cheekbone. 

Whatever. 

He turned on the faucet and washed the blood from his hands; no need for his beautiful girl to see the blood of a fucking perv. 

He dried his hands and exited the building to collect you from outside the building. 

You stood there, arms crossed, his jacket draped over your shoulders: his Angel. 

“Hey, sweetheart” he called in a soft voice as he put his arm around you. 

You looked at him with big eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He kissed your forehead. 

You nodded and hugged him closer to you.

“It's all taken care of, let's get you home”

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“I knew you’d come back” he broke the silence in the car (well, the radio was on- but you hadn’t spoken since he left the club).

“Anakin, can we please not talk about this right now? '' you said quietly. 

He glanced at you and put a tender hand on your thigh. 

“Angel, these past few weeks without you have been hell… I’m sorry for how I acted- I love you”.

You knew this was just another way he was trying to manipulate you- he definitely don’t attempt to better himself, but you couldn’t help but indulge him- after all… you missed him too. You placed one of your hands on top of his and met his eye. 

“Ani- will you take me to your’s?” you asked shyly, as if you hadn’t spent countless nights in his bed. 

He smiled and rubbed his hand along your leg, “Of course darling”. 

“Maybe I can help relieve some of your stress too,” he added with a deeper tone. 

You mentally sighed- of course he wanted that; but you also wouldn’t mind having him near you again, so you politely nodded with a smile. 

He squeezed your thigh, “That’s my girl, I knew you couldn’t quit me that easy”

You turned your head to look out the window at the bright city once more… He was right- you just couldn’t quit him.

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Once again anakin is completely fucked up in this fic- pls dont romantiscice this behavior in real life... other than that- I hope you enjoyed the fic lmfaooo. I haven't really written ani as an actually problamatic character before, its mostly just like rude or grumpy ani lmfao. but ty for stopping by!!

[fuckmyskywalker]

"Stuffed." — Darth Vader.

— CW: 18+, smut! Cockbulge. Noncon. Objetification. Dirty talk. Vader has an 11 inch dick because I say so. Maybe he is OOC but I don't care. | Word Count: 0.8k (not proofread!)

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“How does it feel?” He asks in that monotone, modulated voice of his. His gloved hand presses down on the bulge on your belly, using the other one to grip your hair and force your face to stare at his mask. 

“B–Big.” You sob, squirming and trying to move a single inch. His size already dwarfs you, but the size of his cock is a whole different story. Deep inside you, you swear to the Heavens it is touching your throat.

“That’s what a cocksleeve like yourself is made for.” Vader breathes out, his voice cold and emotionless as always. It has been an order to keep your Lord’s cock inside you, warm and still— that’s what he wants and that’s what you must do. “Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you like this.” You don’t in fact, you hate it— or at least you try to convince yourself you do. After receiving the same rough treatment daily you realized it… it can be better than death. Sometimes when Lord Vader is feeling benevolent, he will allow you to come but normally you aren’t allowed to. He can be nice when he wants to, of course; you just need to encounter him in a good mood (or a less bad mood) and not push his buttons. His cock isn’t nice, and it certainly doesn’t feel nice— reconstructed to be more practical than pleasurable, and too big to be enjoyable. Whatever sick enjoyment he gets from fucking you, you sure as well don’t share it. 

Your brain works automatically but your body seems to fight against it, either way, you speak: “I love your big cock inside me, M–My Lord,” It is better for you to comply than to even try and bargain. It will make everything end faster. “You fuck me so good. I appreciate the privilege of having your cock inside my pathetic whore pussy.” As a “reward” his fingers tighten on your hair, making you whimper in pain and arch your back, your walls clenching involuntarily around him. 

It is hateful how your body enjoys the brutal attention. Are you that touch-starved? Perhaps he is right. You are nothing more than a whore who enjoys being used. Vader says that all the time; why would he lie?... you are alive thanks to him anyway. If he keeps repeating how worthless and useless you are and he still fucks you almost daily there must be something that he sees in your that not everyone can see— and you should be grateful for that, right?

You wish he would call you something else than insults, other than condescending, mocking pet names, anything. Your mind longs for a single complement, even a small one would work. But you know you are in no place to ask for something, and he is there to remind you. You know, he is right. You are stupid enough to forget he can read your mind. “You are my little fucktoy. If everyone else tries to touch you, I will cut their hands off.” Vader’s modulator distorts his voice but you can detect the slight huskiness and unsteady breathing. You affect him at least in the slightest, at least your body still has something good.

“Keep crying,” Vader speaks, letting go of your hair to grab your ass roughly, even his hand groping your asscheek makes you feel tiny. He lifts his hips, making you feel like he is pushing his cock even further, pushing the air out of your lungs. “Each tear only fuels my need to destroy you.” Like always, his words are harsh, not bothering to hide the possessive underlying tones that make your heart clench painfully. This is your destiny until he gets bored of you.

But Vader isn’t sure if he is ever going to be able to get rid of you.

You are the only one he has encountered— or more like kidnapped, that managed to fit his whole cock inside of their body. So he has to give credit when it is due. Your sobs overpower his loud breathing, squirming over his lap at the painful feeling of being abused by his massive cock. “It hurts! P–Please, please, my Lord—” Despite your protests, Vader doesn’t stop. With every thrust the bugle appears and disappears, giving him that twirl of control and dominance over such a weak, miserable creature like you. 

“I know it hurts, but you are my plaything.” His frigid voice makes you cry louder, fat tears of despair falling down your cheeks. You try to move away but that invisible force that you hate so much keeps you impaled on his cock; moving in between your merged bodies to circle your neglected clit. Even a cruel being like Darth Vader knows that he has to keep you lubricated or it will start to hurt him. “I decide how much pain or pleasure you feel.”

This is your life. There’s no escape. It doesn’t matter who you were before this moment; now, you are nothing more than a toy. A toy that only exists to obey, cry, feel pain and keep a cock warm.

“Plus… you said you loved it.”

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[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?"

[rufflesandbows]

The Final Sacrifice

For years you had served beside the Chancellor, the assistant that kept his books in order. The high point was always being able to talk with the hero, your hero: Anakin Skywalker. Now he is known as Darth Vader, and you are made to follow him to Mustafar.

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader X Reader Word Count: 2300 Warnings: canon-typical violence, intimidation, mildly dub-con touching. He's unburnt. For now.

Your damn hands wouldn’t stop trembling. 

Hastily you typed in the frequency of Palpatine’s personal comlink. Doing everything to ignore that there were bodies strewn about the room. Never had you seen Anakin in action before. It was so easy to see him as a warrior, a hero, but the way he slaughtered the room in moments was almost beyond your comprehension. It happened so fast, with so little resistance, you were suddenly made aware how easily he could kill you.

He had no reason to, you being Palpatine's attendant secretary for years. It was that he could, and it could happen in a split second. The bodies. You’d never seen so many dead before. Everything in the room was silent as the graveyard he made it, Anakin walking casually about the room, his eyes on the large windows displaying the hellish volatile planet of Mustafar. 

After all the trouble of trying to calm yourself and focus on linking up with the frequency, it came to a pause. You were put on hold. Frustratingly, you rolled your eyes and sighed. Waiting patiently for Palpatine to hurry up and say you could return to Coruscant and forget this sight. Forget this Darth Vader. Maybe you could go back to your daydreams of Anakin you’d been holding in for years. When his gaze was soft and his voice softer. How he’d always politely talk to you when the Chancellor and Obi-wan took up the room, leaving you both to steal away in front of those grand windows, a world of your own. What you would give to go back to that.

All the hair on your neck rose to attention. As soon as you realized how close he had come up to you, you froze and began to sweat, hoping with all your heart he would keep walking. He didn’t. Anakin- Darth Vader, as he was now called, loomed above you and your back became hot and stiff with anxiety. 

A pressure came to your shoulders, encased them. His hands, one hot as the magma pools outside, the other cold as ice, gripped you in place. He drew in close, his voice a soft rasp as he spoke though all was quiet now. “I can feel your fear.”

Your hands were clenched, willing yourself to breathe through the panic locking you up. “I assure you,” Your voice as well, was trembling pathetically. “my feelings will not get in the way of my work.”

“Have I changed so much?” The way you curled away from his hot breath on your neck was involuntary but he held you in place. Easily. You’d never felt so small. Those venomous yellow eyes were boring into you, a shiver running down your spine. “Only the night before did I sense your adoration.”

So he did know of your infatuation. He never hinted, just let you get comfortable with his courtly politeness. A flush of embarrassment mixed with your fear and you were paralyzed from saying anything. Anakin squeezed you back into his chest, nearly embracing you. Caging you is what it felt like. His mouth was so close you could feel the touch of his lips against your burning ear as he seethed. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you? Because my power is no longer bound by the leash of Jedi philosophy? Tell me, what is there to be afraid of?” You could feel him tense his jaw, sucking in a sharp breath before he demanded from you, “Why don’t you still love me?”

He was right. You saw him as a monster but how would it save you to admit it? How would it save you to lie? Could he detect lies before, could he now? All you could do was fall back on flattery and obedience. “You are my Lord and my Commander. My feelings are irrelevant.” 

After a long painful pause, you could feel him scoff, a puff of air down your cheek. “At least you’re honest.” 

He forcefully pushed you away, catching yourself on the console. Left with tears in your eyes, left to watch him walk away as if you were no more significant than a mouse. A flicker of blue grabbed your attention and quickly you straightened yourself as the visage of Palpatine appeared on the holocam, his cloak covering most of his mutilated face. “It is done, Chancellor. The Separatists are no more.”

“Good.” Slowly, a smile began to grow on his phantom face. “And how are you fairing?”

Why was he asking? He never cared for your input before. You glanced back at Vader thinking he might have meant to address him, but he had left the room. “I am well. The war has finally come to an end.”

“You sound frightened.” 

“I’m not accustomed to a battlefield, sir.” Calling it a battlefield was a mockery. It was a slaughterhouse. It smelled like a slaughterhouse. “It is nothing for you to worry about.”

He gave a dragging hum. “Per the Senates urging, I am now Emperor of the new Empire. That leaves you in an awkward position, as there is no longer a Chancellor.”

You took back in confusion. “You no longer have need of my services?”

“Oh you are an exceptional employee, but I will be in need of new staff for new purposes.” He explained, and yet there was this hint of- was it mockery? Toying? He sounded amused by his own words. “I hate to see you go to waste. I give you over to Darth Vader.”

Your heart dropped. This Darth Vader wasn’t kind or gentle as Anakin had been. Yet what could you do? It wasn’t beyond you that if someone refused the Chancellor enough times, they went missing and were replaced with someone more subservient. You always hoped it was never the worst possibility, now you couldn’t imagine it as anything but. With your heart in your throat, you bowed to the hologram. “You honor me, Emperor.”

“Return to Coruscant. I have a ship waiting for him. Soon we will be given names of those who escaped their execution order-” He smiled widely, “and the hunt will begin.”

When you came back up, it flickered off. Looking about the room, your hands unconsciously came up and covered your painfully racing heart, as if to protect it from any further fright. Taking in a steady breath, you moved around the room, the corpses, and followed where you believed Vader had gone. Back out to the ship pad. 

Even with the heat regulators protecting the area, stepping out of the building caused your skin to sting and your throat to instantly dry, coating it in the metallic taste of the atmosphere. On uneasy footing, you made your way down the walkway to the ship pad, bearing above a river of rushing molten lava. 

Vader was standing there at the mostly empty pad, staring up at the sky of churning black clouds. Timidly, you stopped at a distance from him, not saying a thing as you were trying to find the courage to admit what the Emperor would have of you.

“What did he say?”

He hadn’t looked back at you, still staring up. Creator’s be damned, your voice was still trembling. “He has a ship for you on Coruscant, to begin the hunt of the remaining… fugitives.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to call them traitors. So many of them you had known and spoken with, you were there in that room when Mace Windu and Palpatine had fought, and you watched Anakin turn from a young man distraught with indecision, to something inhuman. The instant he rose to his feet, unrecognizable to the man you’d known him to be, you wished Mace had won that fight. Had the Force been kind, he would have. 

Maybe Anakin- Vader, had sensed some discomfort in you, maybe it was just the silence, but he looked over his shoulder, peering at you. And to your horror, the yellow of his gaze was gone. “Anything else?”

“And that-” You swallowed down your frayed nerves, bewildered. “you will be in need of your own attendant. That I’ve been transferred to your employment.”

The smile in his eyes moved to the rest of his face, softly laughing to himself as he turned his look back to the sky. It almost felt like you had imagined it, but no, his predatory yellow stare had frightened you horribly. That fear, the physical change about him was visceral and real. A moment passed before he sighed. “Come along then. Obi-wan isn’t coming.”

Darth Vader started walking forward toward his personal ship, startling you into catching up, not wanting to be left behind on this terrible place. 

As you entered the ship, you kept your head bowed, taking the seat nearest to the door and falling into it, exhausted by all this. The only relief to be had was when the ship door closed and the heat was instantly cut off. 

With some minor turbulence, the ship breached the atmosphere and sailed smoothly into the starry void. Moments later, the hyperdrive was warmed up and the windows were streaked with an explosion of shifting blue and white lines.

There was only the hum of the engine for a long while. Neither of you having moved beyond him getting comfortable in his seat.

You couldn’t stop it. Everything was burning from all that you witnessed, all the fear, the loss, just the scent of Mustafar clinging to your clothes. No matter how quickly you blinked, the tears were welling and not going away. It was all so overwhelming. They began to fall and you covered your face, unable to hold back the sob that cracked through your chest. The act itself was making you panic more. Instead of him saying anything, you startled when you felt the air shift. How could he walk so quietly? Instinctively, you scooted away from Vader looming before you. “I’m sorry-”

He gently hushed you, reaching out. “It’s alright.” Sitting down in the spot you opened, he brushed away the wetness of your cheek. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I just- I’ve never-” You were still trying to cover your face, unable to control the tears and small sobs from spilling over. 

“War is like that.” He took your hands in his. You watched how he brought them to his chest, warm and firm in his embrace. Trying to calm the rush, you breathed slowly. He was smiling gently, those deep blue eyes roaming your face. It was burning you up being so close, touching him, being under that familiar gaze. “Hopefully now, with the great Empire in place, you won’t ever have to see something like that again.”

Don’t forget, you pleaded with yourself. Don’t forget that terrible creature lurking under his skin. If you forget, you’ll be lost.

Questions nipped at you, wondering what was going through his mind. Did he feel anything for what he'd done? Had war brought this out of him or had he always been comfortable with killing? Had he always wanted to look at you like this? He looked so much like the Anakin you knew. It wasn’t fair, your whole body warmed in delight of his sweet attention, a thrill striking through you as he brought your hands to his lips, and peppering feather-light kisses on the shivering knuckles. 

“I would get so excited to see you.” He finally spoke, in a soft way, the way you were used to hearing him, the breath of his words caressing you, easing you. Guiding one hand, he opened up your tense fingers and exposed your palm, placing a kiss there too. It was so intimate. It was so close. “I loved the way you lit up when I’d enter the room.” He chuckled. “You could be standing next the Supreme Chancellor, surrounded by Jedi Masters, there could be kings and queens speaking, and you somehow made me feel like the most important person in the room.”

A blush started to warm up your throat and build in your face. You couldn't have known that as you'd only ever been an infatuated fan who got to speak with her hero on occasion, and he a proper code abiding Jedi. Always keeping a proper distance. Always speaking formally. 

Maybe not always. How easily you would assume it was only in your head when he’d lean close and speak under his breath. Or reach and touch your uniform, so much heat in his low-lidded gaze.  

You watched as his fingertips slipped under the rim of your sleeve, pushing it down before placing his lips on your wrist, a jump of pleasure on the rarely touched skin. “But it could never be anything more than that. I wasn't allowed attachments, and we never had a moment alone for me to… test the boundary of my interest.”

His words perked your interest more than they should have. For the first time your gaze jumped from your hands. Those intense eyes met you in an instant, and his smile grew. “That’s right.” He leaned into your space, eyes dropping to your lips and your hands trapped in his, and you couldn’t say it wasn’t everything you dreamed about. “Had I got a single moment alone with you- well, you probably wouldn’t believe all the ways I wanted to make you mine.”

Your breath caught, your heart beating rapidly with the shock, with the thoughts now running in your head. Wondering how many times you and he wanted the same things. His code and your courtesy keeping a wall between you.  

Vader didn’t give you a warning. He pulled in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, making you gasp. He let you catch your breath, his lips still technically touching yours, smiling as if he too could feel the molten thrill that hit you, jumped up your body and slammed into your head, dizzying you. Your hands clutched his, but they weren’t trembling anymore.

"I'll show you. I'm no different from the man you knew me as.” He promised, pressing those lips back on yours, savoring the way you melted into his embrace. “I’ll make you love me again.”

Author note: It was originally going to be a big ol post but I decided to cut it into pieces. So we got a "pleasant" pg-13 first part, and the second part is jus gon be smutty smut. (~‾⌣‾)~ I hope you enjoyed the read!

[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. 

[wei-otter]

Never Forgotten //Vader x F!Reader / Ch 1

(A/N, hiii! I’ve never written before but the awesome @dokoni-mo and other anons on the page encouraged me to give it a shot. sorry abt grammar lollll i was better at science than english. i honestly have no idea what i’m doing loll, but all i know is i love vader and i love the community on here! thank you guys for being here!)

You and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. Once the time came, he continued on to become a jedi knight while you became a medic. Years later you are once again reunited, only he is no longer the boy you knew on Tatooine. He is now Darth Vader, feared with lord. Was this a cruel trick of time? or was it your destiny all along.

Warnings: slavery, mentions of broken bones, terrible punctuation

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The bright suns adorning Tatooine’s warm sky served as your morning alarm. With a yawn you got up and got ready to head to the junkyard to assist your “employer” Watto. You grabbed your small backpack full of bandages and other first aid equipment, usually there would be some incident where someone would need patching up and you were the only one who seemed to actively care. You didn’t really know how you ended up on Tatooine, orphaned, and working for a low life junk dealer. What you did know was the only thing keeping you going were the Skywalkers, Watto’s slaves.

You arrived at Watto’s depot and surveyed the area for your Watto’s youngest slave, Anakin. Searching around the sand covered scraps you finally found him crouched over, collecting bolts in a small sack. Quietly creeping up on him you pounced onto his back.

“Ahhh” he shouted

“Hey Ani! What’s up?” You asked

“The suns, duh” he retorted

Rolling your eyes you told him that’s not what you meant. He responded with a small smirk.

“Where’s Watto?” You asked

“Out, I guess, I think he went to make a trade the next town over”

Nodding, thank the stars, Watto made you feel as if you needed to take a bath every time you ran into him, but he was the only one interested in a “free child” when you were found. Most wondered why he didn’t just make you a slave, but in his own weird way he felt bad for you (odd coming from him). So he allowed you a room in his junk yard and the title of “service apprentice”, though in reality you were just a glorified slave.

Tugging on your arm, Anakin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, lets go back to my house, I wanna fix up my droid”

Upon arriving at Mos Espa’s slave quarters, you saw Shmi, Anakin’s mother, cleaning machinery outside of their house.

“ Mom! I found the rest of the parts!” Ani exclaimed

Shmi turned with a smile, “That’s wonderful darling! I see you brought back someone else too! How are you today F/N?”

“I’m doing great since Watto’s gone”

She bent down to your height and winked “me too”

She walked inside and you smiled, turning to follow Anakin. Abruptly you were stopped by a child’s cry. Though you were only a child yourself, you felt the obligation to help everyone. You ran over to a girl, only a few years younger than you and held her cheek.

“What happened?”

Through her sobs she managed to say she tumbled over something on the stairs. She told you her parents were with their master so she was all alone.

“Ok, it looks like you may have broken your ankle, I need to look at it, to see for sure. This might hurt, so just hold onto me, ok?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Slowly you lifted her pant leg, she flinched and tightened her grip on you. Getting a better look at the leg of saw it was in fact broken, and there was a large scrape on her small knee. Sighing, you took out some bandages and ointment from your bag. You dabbed at the scrape and placed the healing ointment on it. As for the leg, you looked around and found a small stick that you created a makeshift brace with. After wrapping her leg you gave her something to numb the pain.

“It’s gonna be ok, your mommy will be back soon, alright?”

You placed her on your back and brought her into the Skywalker’s house. Shmi noticed the other child and rushed over to you.

“What happened?!”

You handed the toddler over to her and explained, she thanked you for looking out for the kid.

“ Thank you F/N, You are so responsible, I just know you will do great things”

You smiled and walked outside to locate your friend. Abruptly Anakin grabbed your hand, your eyes widened as he was almost nose to nose with you.

“Come on, I want you to be the first to see R2!”

He wanted to show you?

First?

You blushed a bit and squeaked out an “ok”. Roundish the corner you saw the can shaped droid and smiled. Ani really was a talented mechanic.

“F/N this is R2! And R2 this is my best friend F/N”

R2 blinked and beeped at you, laughing as you waved back.

“Wow Ani! This is awesome! You’re so smart!”

He smiled, “thanks F/N, but I’m not the one healing people, that’s all you.”

He noticed.

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Later that evening the suns were beginning to set and Watto was back. He, Shmi, Anakin, and you were in the corridor of Watto’s shop. Shmi cleaned the new trade he brought back, Anakin organized some inventory, you made Watto’s food, while Watto watched you three work.

“Ouch!” Anakin cut himself on a jagged scrap. Before his mother could even turn and react, you were by his side taking care to disinfect it.

Shmi watched tenderly at the scene before her, in her heart she wished for you two to stay by each other's side.

“Look at you two, I can already hear the wedding bells”

You and Anakin looked up at her

“Ewww, gross mom”

You laughed along but deep down you wanted her implication to come true. From his chair Watto let out a wheezy laugh, drinking from his bowl

“If those two get married they better stay working for me. We’ve got a mechanic and a medic, one who can cook at that, heh”

The three of you awkwardly laughed along. Continuing with your respective tasks you couldn’t help but feel down at Anakin’s response, “eww”? You felt your heart sink as you played that over and over.

Little did you know he was replaying your laugh in his head.

“I was gonna just agree, but she laughed at the idea. I guess I was wrong about her feelings…”

He decided not to dwell on the interaction. At least you were still here with him, even if not in that way.

Weeks later some strangers walked into the junkyard two men in odd robes and one girl, looking only a few years older than you. You were going to greet Anakin as he walked in, but he didn't see you. Instead he shifted his focus on the other girl.

“Are you an angel?”

Your heart fell.

“what?” She asked

“An angel, I heard the deep space pilots talk of them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe”

You felt like crying, you were there when he overheard the pilots, you discussed what angels would look like with him. What hurt more was that she did, she did look like one. How could you ever compare? __________________________________________

The men, known as Jedi, finally left with the girl, “Padme”. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You had Ani back, though he was different. He had a new passion about him. He had a purpose.

He explained to you that he would become a Jedi. He was the chosen one.

After the first few weeks he stopped bringing up that girl, much to your delight. You two became Ani and F/N again.

For the years leading up to Anakin’s departure to Coruscant you two became closer than ever, basically glued to each other's side. And with your growing bond, your feelings grew too. You loved Anakin. How could you not? You wished endlessly for some way to follow him down the path of the jedi, but you simply could not. Not only was your life set down a different path, Anakin would not allow you to follow him.

“This life is a dangerous one. I don’t think I would be able to bear it if something happened to you.”

He never outright said it, but you hoped this was his way of telling you he loved you. You were deeply saddened because you knew the ways of the Jedi from Ani’s explanations. There was no room for love or attachments in that world. Plus you figured you two would not see each other for many years once you went to study medicine and he went to train.

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Once the faithful day arrived you woke up bright and early to see Anakin off. You were there with R2, C-3PO, Shmi, and his new master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He hugged his mother and said bye to his droids then came to you.

“Hey, don’t be sad F/N, we will meet again, I’ll make sure of it. And in the future I won't just be some boy from Tatooine. I will be Anakin Skywalker, the chosen Jedi knight, i'll be somebody.”

You clenched your jaw trying to keep your tears in. Looking into his eyes you jumped into his embrace.

“You already are somebody Ani”

You could feel him smile. You wanted to finally tell him your true feelings, but were stopped by an unknown force. You met Obi-Wan’s gaze, he looked at you as if to scold you. He saw how you two were, he saw your bond, he now needed you to let Anakin go. You closed your eyes and held him tighter. You finally let go and couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face. Anakin softly brushed away your tears and Shmi came over to hold your hand as she kissed her son’s head. Anakin pulled away and gave one last look before turning to board the ship.

You felt an intense feeling of dread. Deep down you knew this was the last time you would see your Anakin Skywalker.

Their ship took off and right away you turned on your heels and began your own departure. You were off to study methods of medicine throughout different systems. Anakin was not the only one with a big future and big obligations. You may not have lived with your loved ones as a child, but you wanted to do all in your power to make sure others could have a chance with theirs.

You were closing your bag when Shmi came over to you, she laid a loving hand on your shoulder

“I’m so proud of you. You and Anakin both have brought me so much joy I cannot begin to explain. My son will be protecting others and you will be healing them.”

Already emotional you melted into her arms. She brushed your hair with her worn hands.

“I know he never said it, but a mother always knows. He loved you too.”

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(A/N, thank you guys sm for reading!! don’t worry there will be actual vader in the next one!!)

taglist: @dokoni-mo, @wizardofrozz, @guinea-pig16 @the-official-memester

[wizardofrozz]

Ignite the Stars Masterlist

Darth Vader x GN!Sith!Reader, Darth Sidious, Original characters, mentioned: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Count Dooku, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano

Word Count: ~13k (atm)

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, trauma, manipulation (Palpatine and past Dooku), angst, murder

Summary: Darth Vader thought he was prepared for anything his Master threw at him: rebels, Inquisitors, hidden Jedi. Nothing surprised him much anymore. That was until a disturbance left him face to face with a darksider connected to the man Vader insisted he wasn’t anymore. A wronged, beaten Dark Jedi and a manipulated, broken Sith Lord seem like a recipe for disaster. 

But…aren’t the most beautiful mosaics made with jagged pieces?

*pictures and divider are mine*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More to come...

Read on AO3

[kitsune024]

Star Wars Fanfiction

The Trial of Darth Vader by The_Librarian

Following the battle of Endor, the Alliance to Restore the Republic took a single prisoner from the attack on the Death Star. Sequestered aboard a lone ship with a skeleton crew, that prisoner sits and waits for what fate will bring him, his very existence kept a closely guarded secret. Desperately trying to work out what to do with him, the Rebel leaders send a lone analyst to speak with him, to take a record of his side of the story. They want to be able to judge him when the time is right. But who exactly is it they would be judging? And why exactly did he help destroy the galaxy - and then help save it?

AU, following on from an alternate ending for Return of the Jedi.

Chapters: 50/50

[weixuldo]

anakin needed to see his pretty little senator wife after a day at the temple

( i have not had anyyyyy time to draw lately so my skills have been lacking lolll- DONT MIND MY ANATOMY)

[fuckmyskywalker]

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 : 𝐑𝐞𝐝 - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Lingerie. Reader is a prostitute. Fingering. Use of the word whore (non as an insult). | Word count: 1.0k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Late again but what's new... I really liked this one. I'm actually proud of it.

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

The bed was more of a luxury or an accommodation. It was just a piece of furniture that took up space in the large room— except for the weekends, that is. The weekends were reserved for a simple routine, one he, unfortunately, grew strangely fond of— a necessity that translates into the odd comfort of normality that Darth Vader never expected to go through again. 

He still wasn’t used to the feeling of the mattress sinking under his weight, and it was not like he could feel the soft duvets and covers with the thick armor that protected his body. But again, searching for that strange, comforting closeness, his hand traces the curve of your hip as you sit on his lap, straddling his big and cold thighs— boldly dressed in nothing else than dark red lingerie. The sight itself is provocative, he has to admit it. Vader traces a single finger up to your waist, his loud breathing seemingly relaxing at the touch. 

“Where did you get this?” He asks calmly, his index finger reaching the center of your chest. The leather feels cold against your warm skin, but he knows that if he takes the glove off, the metallic limb will be frigid. 

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” You shrug. “Don’t be too curious about it.” The response is casual but it doesn’t hold a teasing undertone, you know better than to tease him. Vader lets it slide, it feels… nice when someone does something thinking about you.

He stays quiet for a while, simply exploring your body and tracing the memorized paths with the leather you learned to love. Sometimes you wonder how it ended up this way— it was supposed to be a job, a job that turned into a routine and a routine that concluded with a small dynamic of submission and surrender. It feels like ages have passed when he finally lowers the straps of the delicate lace bralette, dragging it down your chest and watching the way your breasts spill free. Vader is quick to cup them with his large hands, palms brushing over the erect buds; you gasp at the contact, arching your back towards him as a natural reaction. He adores how responsive you are, completely opposite to other miserable “high-class” prostitutes he had the misfortune to waste his money on… not you, he still thinks every credit has been— and will be— worth it. 

He plays with your heaving chest, flicking your nipples and pinching them softly, dragging soft pants and moans from your wet lips. His eyes flicker from your chest to your face, admiring how it breaks with pleasure every now and then. You are oblivious to his staring, you have never seen him without his mask. 

“Red suits you.”

These three words, which possibly mean nothing to Vader but to you feel like the most abnormal confession, send a shiver down your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin. He notices it, he notices it all. Nothing can go unseen by him. The sensual torture over your chest continues, slow and deliberate until the air is struggling to flow through your lungs. Vader waited four agonizing days for this, and he is taking his time to explore the body he not only paid for— but the body that brought that sense of humanity back to his twisted mind.

Finally, he trails lower, lifting your body with an arm wrapped around your waist to cup your clothed crotch, although “clothed” would be a generous word to describe the tiny red thong that covered the last decency you had left. Or whatever decency a whore can have. The heel of his palm rubs against your throbbing clit, making you squirm and buckle your hips. Vader shakes his head, a silent command that means “patience”, this man has anything but patience outside these four walls— but you can’t bring yourself to think about that; all you can focus on is the way his fingers push aside the skimpy panties, sliding a single digit in. The stretch pushes the air out of your lungs, it always does. 

“Please” You whisper, perhaps a little too greedily for his taste. Vader clicks his tongue, and you can hear it, which both amazes you and excites you. Any sort of emotion that you can read either in little sounds, heavy breathing, or corporal language is enough communication. But, to your joy, he complies this time. His index finger thrusts in and out of your pussy parsimoniously, coating the dark leather with your slick, watching it glisten under the dim lights of his chambers. 

Underneath that stern mask, amber-hooded eyes fixate on the sight. He could tell you were enjoying it, not faking it just like any other prostitute would for a lousy amount of credits— which brings a warm, forgotten feeling to his chest that expands like branches, reaching the spot that could be considered occupied by his heart. Adding a second finger, the leather feels no longer cold, the furnace that your body is converted into helps immensely. 

Thrusting faster, your gummy walls tighten around his index and middle finger, gripping him like a vice. He can tell you are close by the way you wiggle and moan, each little sound growing in intensity in tandem with the push of those glorious, thick fingers. It doesn’t matter if there is flesh or metal underneath the damn leather, the only thing that occupies your brain is him. 

“You can let go,” Vader exhales, this time focusing solely on your face. He wants to see it break, to mix in that expression that he couldn’t tell was pain or pleasure— heightened by the taboo of being used by the Lord Sith himself. You don’t want to disobey, or you couldn’t anyway. “Come for me.”

And you do— oh, you do. Your pussy spasm, coating him in another wave of generous slick. Darth Vader curls his fingers slightly, rubbing against that other spot that heightened your orgasm. Your hands, unable to find another spot to hold onto, land on his broad shoulders, scrunching the coarse fabric of his cape underneath your trembling hands. Leaning forward, your eyes shut close, brows furrowed as your forehead rests against his helmet in a surprising yet welcomed act of intimacy. 

Red really suits you, just like black suits you. 

— ❄️ Taglist! : @offthethirlwall | @pockcock | @shellxrls | @anisdoll | @wifeofasith | @anakinsgirlfriendreal | @anisgurll | @arzua10 | @tammy-baker | @haydensgirlaela | @bimbo-baggins86 | @jadeeeeqq | @https-luvaviva | @sorryigotlipglossontheblunt | @bunnylovesani

[hanasnx]

❝ wishful thinking. ❞

── darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 6k SUMMARY: your greed for your lord, darth vader, entices him to once again, destroy you from the inside. NOTES: crispy vader hehe, also he has a dick that works cos thats my personal headcanon. obi wan didnt cut off all this guys limbs you know what im sayin ladies,gents,&genderless-persons (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) WARNINGS: f!reader | lowkey unedited kinda not sorry | explicit sex | porn with almost no plot | reader being a horny bastard and a brat | mask/suit kink | slight exhibitionism | dom!vader loves brat taming | unprotected sex | oral (m receiving) | fingering | no specific ask for consent it's implied | vader being mean and painful on purpose bcos the reader is a masochist.

Focus? Focus was unattainable. You swallowed thickly, the words of the conversation bleeding into the background noise because your mind traveled elsewhere. Daring a glance up at the dominating presence— DARTH VADER pivoted his head in your direction curiously. Your bashfulness refused to meet his gaze. Eyes straight out ahead of you and you heard him continue relaying instructions to the Stormtrooper.

Your lips pressed together, biting them when a familiar throb shot up your core. Lord Vader had some idea how you were feeling, but he ignored it. The brute couldn’t be bothered by the way your thoughts drifted, recalling the events that had transpired just moments before you two exited his chambers, moments before this guard approached him. Standing at Darth Vader’s side made you feel small, insignificant, unnoticeable. Though, there are those who would say differently. To think, this Stormtrooper had no idea what exactly your lord just did to you. It thrilled you to no end; it caught your breath in your throat; and it sent yet another chill down your spine. You must be so obvious. Not just to Lord Vader and his uncanny ability to read you like a book, but to everyone in the vicinity as well. Your cheeks were red hot. Your hair must be a mess. It was his fault for tangling his fingers in it. The sounds the two of you made surfaced in your head, what he said to you, the feeling of suddenly being filled after so much ache. All of this was too much to bear, and it had to go somewhere.

Again, you glanced at the sith, but this time he did not return your gaze. It granted you the freedom to linger, trailing your view down his blank mask, mouthpiece you’ve kissed. The column of his neck, down his broad chest and indicators, his seas of black robes, heavy boots that thundered when he prowled through the halls. Traveling back up his dark figure, it reminded you just how large he was. Any room he was in, he commanded. The grand center of attention. Terrifyingly beautiful, in the same ways a beast was in the moonlight when you were safely hidden from its deadly sights. Your eyes followed his finger as it pointed accusingly toward the Trooper. He was taken aback from the motion, as if it was penalizing to be at the end of it. Vader loomed, words from his mask blended into rumbles when it fell on your ears. It made you blink your wide curious eyes at him, finding yourself wishing to be the one scolded. He had to know what you were thinking about. How was he not as distracted as you? Much to your dismay, it only added to your pleasure. That you were so afflicted, yet the very member who brought you to your intense finish was unaffected, as if it was merely another afternoon. That talented finger which led you to give yourself to him before this Stormtrooper ever took his attention away from you. Your trained gaze followed his finger, and then to that hand which came up to the small of your back, giving you a gentle push to lead you away once the Trooper had exited. In your dream-like state, direction was appreciated, and you obeyed blindly. Greedy as you were for another rendezvous in his bed chambers, you knew even if you didn’t receive it, you’d do anything he asked of you right now. A willing servant to his every whim. Some might call you imbecilic to ever bow down to the Enforcer, but how could you refuse when he was just so… enforcing? You couldn’t tear your gaze from the side of his black helmet as he led you, this time he took verbal notice. “My sweet, you must be aware I can sense your desire?” he questioned, his voice low as to not attract unwanted spies. He strode, his cape billowing behind him. Disappointment bloomed in your chest when his hand dropped to his side, no longer in contact with you.

“You hid it remarkably well.” you replied, unimpressed.

“I thought it pleased you when we played pretend.” That dry humor made you bow your head to veil your guilty smile. Your silence was an answer, and he continued. “Were you clouding my senses with lust in hopes to satisfy yourself again? You’ve had enough.” His words were so derisive, you crossed your arms, hanging your head away from him childishly.

“I can’t control my thoughts.” You disagreed with him. Miraculously, you were sure you could take more. It wasn’t fair for him to decide for you what was enough. When you had left his chambers with him earlier, you were undoubtedly satisfied. It was the fact you were so easy to rile up when you analyzed the secrecy. Concealing your relationship with the most powerful sith in the galaxy, only served to consume your heart and your core with fiery desire. To look at someone and know that mere seconds before, your lord had brought you to tears while buried deep inside of you.

“How defiant you are today, little one. Should I warn you again what craving punishment will get you?” Once more your traitorous longing wrapped it’s tendrils around your mind, plaguing you by sharing your private feelings with the man next to you.

“Oh, curse you.” you relented, tossing the statement at him convictionless. You imagined him smiling underneath his mask in victory, which only served to exacerbate your temperament.

To be reminded constantly how much Darth Vader truly affected you was exhausting, considering how often you were called to his side. It was rare you went anywhere without him. Speculative talk from the staff of this particular starship traveled fast, and you’ve heard the whispers through the grapevine. A popular theory was that you were a recorder, and documented the daily dealings of Lord Vader meant to report back to the Emperor. Not only were you to detail the Enforcer, but the crew members as well. Those who believed this rumor were on their best behavior when you roamed the halls unattended. Your lesser favored theory was that you were his concubine. This one was mostly a joke, since no one has seen Vader without his suit, they doubted there was anything worth showing underneath. Oh, how wrong they were.. It was meant to be a demeaning jest, one you detested deeply. Not because you didn’t respect concubines, but because the purpose of the rumor was to jab at you. As if you had no real worth on board or to Lord Vader as a seemingly jobless woman. Harsh criticism coming from those who were green with jealousy. You delighted in the idea they spread your promiscuous nickname because they hated the special treatment you received from their cold leader.

However, comparing you to a concubine wasn’t so far off, much to your chagrin. Those using it as an insult were so short-sighted, if they’d used a little more brain power to ponder it, perhaps they’d finally figure it out. By choice, you truly were Vader’s lover.

“You have a lot on your mind today.” The sith’s voice cut you from your mind’s tight tethers, his fingers gliding against a holo-pad where his gaze remained. He had read into your suspicious lack of conversation.

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, turning so you could lean your back against the stand he was facing. You pivoted your head to look at him as you spoke, crossing your arms and legs. “I’m surprised you’re so chatty after the unspeakable things we did earlier.” You exaggerated the word, the corner of your lips curling. The way they looped in your head periodically, your core reminiscing the feeling of him inside of you by giving you a taste every time you imagined what he felt like. That ache shooting through you like lightning.

On his way to the control system on your other side, he stopped in front of you. His blank gaze from his lifeless mask bore into you. Unable to look away, you obediently met that gaze, eyebrows briefly upturning in a pleading countenance he appreciated. Grazing his gloved palm against your cheek, his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. A tender action that caused you to chew your bottom lip. It was quiet besides your breaths. When his hand continued its path, tangling in the hair at the back of your head, tugging it down. Tingles traveled down your spine, mouth falling open to emit a sinful sigh. “Would you like to relive it?” His voice quivered. You recognized that he was recalling his and your actions in his private chambers as well.

You reached out for him, clutching onto the hems of his cape, leaning him into you, looming over you like a dark tower. Something came over you when he was near. Intoxicating you with his overpowering presence. It embarrassed you how quick you were to submit when he was the one demanding it from you. The Sith Lord was displeased with how long you took to answer him, and his grip tightened, stinging your scalp. You whimpered this time. “Already?” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips from toying with him, “You’re so greedy, my love,” He angled your head with a growl.

“You say that when I can smell your desperation come off you in waves.” Your brows knit together, knees weakening, hands gripping his robe until you felt your own nails dig into your palms.

“My lord,” you scolded playfully. “Stop teasing me.”

Your prayer for more was heard, and your lord’s other hand wrapped around your throat, leaning you down until your back pressed against the slanted control panel. Raising your knee up his side, you tucked him in between your legs. Your hair was released, his hand splaying behind him to force the doors of this room to lock. “If your desire is to be broken, pet, so be it.” His sharp words cut through you, enticing you further to melt under his intensity. His cape cascaded over the two of you, as if to veil you from the outside world. Your touch trailed up, sliding against what you knew to be his skin underneath his armor. His firm biceps flexed under your palms as he settled you against the surface, fixing you there with his thigh in between your legs, fit snug against your wet heat. You gasped, instinctively resting your hands on the top of his thigh for balance, feeling his warm flesh through his clothes, readying to ride it. The motion had pressed your tits together between your arms, and your lord took generous notice of how they practically spilled out of your shirt. Vader’s hand unlatched from your throat, fingertips tracing your defined collarbones before his palm engulfed your breast, kneading it roughly.

“Gentle.” you commanded, involuntarily. It surprised you and you met his gaze for his reaction, as if you were able to read his thoughts through a mask. Cruelly, he pinched your hardened nipple, his other arm slipping around your waist to arch you into him. You winced.

“You belong to me, and I’ll do what I want with you.” Your hands crept up, brushing his indicators as you settled on his broad chest. Hovering over you, it was like he swallowed you up, “For that is what you wanted.” consuming your every thought and desire. That included, sensing your defiance when told who owned you. Your distaste for it was comparable to being accused of being his concubine by his subordinates. “Ah,” he mused as he discovered your inkling of disobedience. Your hands on his chest nudged him, shying away from him as his hand squeezed your breast so the flesh popped out in between his fingers. “you disagree.” he observed aloud.

“No, my lord,” You told him what he wanted to hear, so he’d touch you. Defile you. That’s what you needed.

“Don’t lie to me, pet,” he spat the nickname, and you wiggled your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing core. “You forget you cannot hide anything from me.”

Finally, you conceded, meeting his visor, “I belong to no one. Not even to you,” He felt your truth, and it ignited a competitive trait within him. It fueled you, smirking at him watching him slow his movements. “You seem displeased to hear that, handsome.” you called him that not out of endearment, but because you believed it would worsen his mood. Your lord had no patience for disrespect.

“Let’s see if you feel that way after I’m finished.” His purr thrilled you to no end, shooting straight down to your pussy. More steadily, you rolled against his thigh. As it built within you, you felt the air thicken. Whether from your hot breath, or the force gathering around the two of you. His arm around your waist, pulled you to your feet, sliding your damp sex down onto his thigh in the process. The wheal where his flesh and his metal leg connected, swiped against you, and you practically ruffled like a bird. “Prove your loyalty.” Confused as to what he demanded from you, you looked at him expectantly. However, it soon clicked when he pushed you to your knees, the cold tile meeting them firmly. “Put that gifted tongue to use, little one. Don’t make me wait.” Like you were trained, your mouth watered at the order, eager hands sliding up the meat of his thighs, tracing his codpiece, finding the release trigger like you’ve done so many times before. With a hiss of air, it detached, and clattered onto your lap, slipping off when you raised to your knees. It was only a few slips of fabric that separated you from what you craved the most, and when he was freed he stood at attention. He refused to speak of his past, how he ended up in his suit and his situation. What you knew is that he lost his limbs, replaced by machinery. What wasn’t replaced with mech, was man. His cock was, in a word, captivating. Causing that sensation of anticipation to rise in your belly. It was long, and thick, and has bullied its way into you more than you could count. It’s lost its function, of course, but that only made it easier to cum deep inside you over and over again without worry. You moistened your lips, readying to take him, and when he was done waiting, his hand came to the back of your head, directing your mouth exactly where he wanted it. His swollen head barely fit inside without grazing your canines. As soon as it had found its home, deep inside your mouth, poking at the back of your throat, you moaned. When he rocked, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It gave you great pleasure to service him. The idea of making him feel so good he can’t speak, to hold power over him with the superior talent of your tongue, had you buzzing with excitement. To steady yourself, your palms came to rest on his thighs, while his hand tangled in your hair. The sting on your scalp was delicious, and the act made you moan again, vibrating his cock within you. You heard his exhale. It curled the corner of your lips in satisfaction. You bobbed your head, his hand following your movement, allowing you to set the pace. His precum and your spit lubricated his venture, sinking into your mouth deeper and deeper. At this angle, he was much too big to fit his entire shaft. To think the complete length would slot into you like a key to a lock later made your sex loosen for him already. You wet from the start, but going down on him soaked you more. His hips bucked, and you made a noise in acknowledgement, he pressed on. His hold on your hair now keeping you in place as he fucked your mouth like a pussy. Your conjoined sounds grew in volume, noticing him harden from your helpless whimpers, the slobber glistening on his cock, and you glancing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Through his voice modulator, his breath quickened, and it spurred you on. Relaxing, you let him do exactly as he pleased, ignoring the ache in your jaw. “Sweet… sweet girl.” he breathed out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while he thrust into you. Your tongue slid around his shaft and slit, just like you knew he loved. “I’m surprised at you, darling, I expected you’d put up more of a fight,” That humor earned him a light punch on his thigh. He chuckled, breathless from your perfect lips wrapped around his cock like you were made for it. “Instead you submit so readily to me.” You hollowed out your cheeks to emphasize his words, and he groaned. His voice was addicting to you, keen on hearing it any chance you could. Especially when he made filthy noises. “Such- a good girl.” he punctuated the praise with sharp thrusts into your mouth, pulling your head forward to meet his hips. As he picked up speed, his other hand came to cup the side of your face, aiding in bobbing your head. Everything was running straight through you to your core, heat pooling, but you refused to touch yourself. You were going to let him take care of you for your hard work. His tip kissed the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to hold your breath every time it did. You squeezed your eyes shut, recognizing his signs of nearing release. His pants were ragged, hips stuttering, hunching over you as you moved your head less and less, merely pushing you further down his cock and holding you there. Minimal movement to the point where the bulb of your nose was warmed by his stomach. You had to hold your breath longer now, waiting until the last second to nudge his legs to alert him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He took the hint, yanking you off his length by your hair, and you gasped. A string of saliva connected you to his tip. It caused you to lean in and place a languid open mouthed kiss on his head, lapping at your combined fluids while you met his gaze. The both of you breathing hard, he growled, tugging your head back to remove you from him fully, displeased at you teasing him. “Get cold feet?” you asked, puffing, a lazy grin on your features. You were disappointed he didn’t let you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Hardly.” he responded, unamused. Your tongue ran across your lips, cleaning remnants of him off, and swallowing thickly.

“Do I get a reward?”

He didn’t say anything, instead grabbing hold of your wrists to lift you up off the ground with ease. To him, you were light as a feather, no matter what weighed you down. Brought back to that slanted panel, he directed your body for you, bending you over it. Your hard nipples pressed against the cold metal, causing you to hiss. Pinning you there with his hand on your shoulder, his other came to swipe in between your legs. You were so sensitive you shied away at first, exhaling in relief when he returning his contact, his fingertips rubbing circles into your clit through your clothes while his palm cupped your sex. Vader felt you through him, could feel your pleasure as you received it, and his motions intensified. Massaging you, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole through your clothes. You gasped, reaching back to halt him. As soon as he saw your chest lift from the panel, his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, forcing you down until your cheek kissed the metal. He left your aching pussy, arm rounding you in order to undo your sash at the front. Impatient, he ripped down your pants, and only when properly exposed he returned to relieve you. “I can sense your anticipation, little one,” In other circumstances, he might dangle it over you, make you beg for it, cry for it. However, he was eager to experience the way your tight hole squeezed around him. “Let me prepare you.” The sting of his gloves against such a soft part of you, made you clench your jaw. You enjoyed the pain, your slick aiding his movements. Cruelly, he didn’t wait for you to adjust, instead diving inside for that sweet spot inside you, the one that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth falling open, whining… One curl of one finger created such harmony inside your body, and when he added another finger you moaned. It was an unforgiving pace. Fucking you with two of his fingers until he could fit three, petting your insides while it leaked down his hand. You wiggled your hips, begging for release already, but he was merciless. His grip on the back of your neck squeezed.

“Vader… Vader,” you said, like you were trying to get his attention. Get him to answer you. You canted his name, moans interrupting your sentences, fluttering on his fingers from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your noises were heightening in pitch, signaling to him you were headed straight for your orgasm.

“Before I bless you, wretch, I shall remind you.” You recognized the heat in his words, having been heavily affected by your emotions you knew he could experience alongside you. His use of the Force had to be blasphemous, utilizing it to peer into your innermost thoughts. Your private sensations of pleasure. Your orgasm. “I own you.” There was no strength in you to argue, drool spilling from your parted lips against the panel. He did not sense your denial, and he scoffed. He pushed further into you, practically lifting you onto the tips of your toes with just his fingers fucking you. The pressure and manic pace made you scream, clutching onto the edges of the panel until your knuckles turned white. “So easy to manipulate. To control.” He remembered what you had called yourself one of the times the two of you connected in the past. He decided to mention it now, “A little fuck toy.” he rumbled. You cried out from the jolt of shock it brought you. If there was one thing about your lord, he loved a good ego high. Degrading you, winning you over, meeting your challenge and excelling. There was nothing more compelling than to know you were under his thumb. As he allowed you to near your release, he followed. Hovering over you until you felt his breath on your neck. He longed to kiss you there, to sink his teeth into you.

“Vader!” you shouted, frustration bubbling up inside of you. You deserved to finish.

He laughed at you.

Finally, wrapping his other arm around you, pressing your backside to his erect cock as his hand found your clit, circling it as he maintained his wicked pace. He moaned into your ear from the contact. Then, he relented, “Come for me.”

That did it. His command took over you and that coil in your belly imploded. Screaming, held in place from his hard chest against your back, you squirmed as your orgasm shot through you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, letting it run through you in waves crashing against a cliff side. This wasn’t occurring to just you, but to the both of you. He fed off your orgasm, experiencing it himself through his power. Tapping into it and consuming it as he laid over you. You could hear his stifled noises, and the crown of his cold helmet rested on your shoulder, contrasting your sweating skin. His motions slowed, working you through your finish. When he felt you fall limp, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you. Moving it out of his way, his cape flourished, his hands fixing onto you.

“Wait, wait,” you began, languid words and body movements, as the beast of a man picked you up to set you and direct your limbs on the control panel. In his suit, Vader was tall. Taller than anyone you had encountered before. As much of a fan as you were, it did harbor some complications. Like if you were bent over in front of him, there’s not a comfortable way for his cock to enter you unless you’re elevated. So here he was, elevating you. The panel was slanted, hence your trepidation, however the sith seemed unbothered. Instead of delaying any longer, his hands on the backs of your thighs prevented you from slipping off. Numerous times his casual strength awed you sexually.

“I’ll not wait.” he said, “Not for a concubine.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and offense, looking at him over your shoulder from his joke. So he had witnessed what his staff calls you. Under what circumstance, you had no idea, but he knew. And he played into it. His tip prodded at your entrance, and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

“That’s not true, I am not, and you know it.” you insisted, matter of factly, glaring at him for his dry humor striking you at a time like this.

He leaned in, his tip dipping inside of you when he gripped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you to him. “Don’t make me laugh, princess,” he growled. That nickname was only ever used when he thought you were being fussy. His bulbous head was enough to strain the rim of your hole, biting your lip when it stung. Your eyebrows knit together pleadingly as he stretched you open. His shaft was substantial. With all the preparation in the galaxy, you didn’t think it would ever not hurt going in. However, the sensation of being filled, completely, to the brim, after you’ve felt so empty, was an opportunity you’d never pass up. Even speeding up the process by pushing yourself back against him. His claws dug into your skin, his metal hand the most noticeable. His villainous nature flared up inside of him at your impatience, the wish to make you regret your choice overtook him, and he sunk into the hilt suddenly. “Is that what you wanted, pet?” he crooned, refusing to let you adjust as he catered to the pace he desired. His spite merely spurred you on, loosening for him to accommodate his size and rocking back. It pleased him greatly. That you responded so well when he degraded you. “Only a concubine would give herself to me so easily. I seek to split you in half and you offer yourself to me.” You keened from his harsh words.

“It’s only because…” you struggled to find the words, his brutish thrusts overwhelming your thoughts. “… only because… it’s hard to say no to you.” you whimpered.

“I admit I like it when you’re feisty.” You smiled lazily, exhaling a single laugh. “It makes it all the more sweeter when I put you back in your place.”

“Like right now?” you question, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“Is this not where you’re meant to be? Is this not exactly where you beg to be?”

Your mind drifted to before, when you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to you, how alluring he was, how you wanted him to do it again. You had begged to be here. To be before him again.

Having been bested, you immaturely insulted him, “Tyrant,” and you heard him chuckle darkly. “Treacherous… tyrant.” You moaned when he snapped his hips up into you, changing the angle in order to ruin your resolve.

“And you desire me for it.”

You cried out, knowing he was right, your tyrant ruthlessly pounding into you as if he was intent on breaking you. With each thrust, your voice punctuated it. Once again, you gripped the edges of the control panel, stamping your cheek against the metal for relief from your rising temperature. Your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure, letting it roll through you with each drag of his member against your walls. His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh until it acted as a handle to bob you up and down on his cock. Your chest fell against the buttons, and when you rocked, you pressed into them over and over again, indenting them into your skin. You let him fuck you senseless, unable to comprehend anything over than him. How was he not exhausted yet? His breathing was ragged, his pace was breakneck. In your discourse, you noticed something odd. The lighting behind your eyelids changed in beat with your conjoined thrusts. You peeled them open, watching some of the lights in the room turning on and off. It was comical, if not for the fact your lover was fucking you into the surface without mercy. Your hand came to splay behind you, attempting to grab his attention, “V, V, what’s g—“ You stopped, the sharp feeling of the buttons digging into your skin led you to your realization. The lights were because of you. Vader was devoid of concern, denying your request to falter. You let him continue, relaxing back into his pace since you had made your discovery.

He rolled into you so fluidly, you forgot he was part robot. Opening your mouth to praise him, to ask him for more, hoping he’d be gracious enough to grant it, when—

“Hello?” Your eyes widened, alerted by the sound of someone else’s voice behind the door Vader had locked. “Hello, is anybody in there?” You shook your head, refusing to believe this was happening. This wasn’t what you wanted— to be found out. Your worried gaze met Vader’s mask, who was cooly fucking into you as if no one had said anything at all. In fact, he moaned. Was he enjoying this? Suddenly you were very aware of how loud it was in here, the lewd noises spilling from your lips, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies. the slap when his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“Vader, Vader,” you whispered, but that only made him go impossibly faster, railing you so you couldn’t fathom words, the lights switching on and off quicker.

“Whoever you are, you should know whatever you’re doing is disturbing the lighting system in the entire sector!”

You gasped. So that’s what they were here for. You gripped the panel, attempting to lift yourself from the buttons so they’d leave you alone. Vader overpowered you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was keeping you from fixing this on purpose. Perhaps it thrilled him. The stranger knocked hard on the door.

“Stop that at once! Or you will be dealt with once this door is opened!”

You highly doubted that. It almost made you chuckle.

“It is against regulation to lock this door in a non-emergency situation!”

The sith lord used one hand to hold you up, his other coming around to play with your clit. The stimulation made you keen, and promptly you covered your mouth with your hand to remind yourself to stay quiet. It was short-lived, because your displeased lover loomed over you to clamp your wrist, twisting your arm behind you, pinned underneath his palm as he continued to hold you up onto the panel. Your theory was confirmed, Vader didn’t care whether he was heard, discovered, seen, he craved the risk, teetering on the edge.

You were nearing your edge. In turn, so was your lover. His hips were stuttering, and all this excitement was getting to him. He rubbed your clit expertly as he moved less and less within you. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. The air thickened around you for a second time, Vader’s instinctual use of the force pressurized the room. He was taking in everything, your pleasure and his own, and he gifted that power to you through his touch, his soul reaching out to yours. You felt it, you felt his gift. Ever since you two had first united as one, this was the experience you shared. Your conjoined pleasure, instead of your individual. It was spiritual, it was sensational, it was other-worldly. It caused him to bend over you, holding you onto the panel by his body laid on top of yours. The crown of his helmet found its home on your shoulder, abdomen curling as he fucked into you. He was no longer in control of his sounds, breathing out your moans together as he prolonged yours and his orgasms for as long as he could. The possibility of someone trying to listen in through the door was rare, and he had to milk it for all it was worth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and when you called his name, he dissolved. The pressure around you two was released, and so was your orgasm. The pleasure consumed the two of you. No longer separate beings, but combined into one. You cried out, as he spilled himself inside of you, fucking his release into you until he was satisfied. You saw white, and felt him caress you, touching you as you let your orgasm flow through you. You felt your essence drip down your thigh, and the both of you waited to come down from your highs.

The person at the door had brought other crew members. They began reworking the door’s programming on the other side, you could hear them rewiring it.

Flying into action, you moved back, and Vader assisted you. Helping you slip off the panel with an arm around your waist. You pulled up your pants, he forced his codpiece to his hand, replacing it where it belonged, you adjusted your shirt and hair. You heard the door slide open. Quickly, hidden by Vader’s towering figure and his wide cape, you pressed the button for the light, turning them all on fully again. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I appreciate your help, my Lord, otherwise the lighting malfunction never would’ve been resolved.” you told him innocently when you turned to face him. It was an obvious lie. The crew members had to know what just transpired this time. You wrung your hands from your nerves, gaze drifting to the awestruck subordinates hanging on the frame after pulling apart the door with brute force. Vader followed your gaze with his own.

“Lord Vader,” The officer in black said in disbelief, “I apologize, sir. Had I known it was you in here… I never would’ve…” The hue of his cheeks darkening in red made you press your lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Leave us.” Vader finally spoke. The crew members obeyed, and dispersed. He turned back to you.

It was like you could feel him smiling under his mask. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

[sunshinechildskywalker]

Coming Out

Luke was sweating, and quite profusely. He hadn’t been this afraid of his father since the war. Sure, he knew his father probably wouldn’t care, but what would he think? Luke always strived for his father’s pride and approval; how would this tarnish the image his father had of him?

There was always the option of not telling him, but Luke vowed he wouldn’t take that path, as his father promised him honesty after the war, and Luke insisted on reciprocating. 

But how could he tell him something of this nature? Luke had already kept this from him for a while, maybe he could hide it just a little longer…

“Luke?” his father asked. Luke shook himself from his thoughts and brought himself to the present, to his father standing in front of him. He tried to steady himself in the Force, but he was too preoccupied with strengthening his shields. “Luke?” his father asked again carefully. Luke realized he hadn’t answered him. 

“Yes?” he provided lamely. His father’s eyebrow raised in skepticism upon his piqued face. Maybe today wasn’t the best day, maybe he-

“Luke, you are trembling. What is wrong?” 

As much as Luke wanted to deny it, he knew he was cornered- he’d have to tell him, now. 

“I…I-” Luke sighed, trying to expel his anxieties with the breath. “Father, I have to tell you something.” 

“Are you hurt?” his father asked. 

“No, I’m…I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem so.” Luke supposed his father was right. He wasn’t fine, and wouldn’t be until he got this off his chest. He exhaled heavily again and bowed his head, beginning to feel his cheeks heat up. 

He hated this. Force he hated this.

But he had to do it.

Okay, here he went. One…two…

“Father, I’m gay.”

In the agonizing silence that followed, Luke couldn’t hear anything other than the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. He bowed his head and winced, bracing himself for the harsh words he was sure would follow.

This was it, Luke was done for. 

Then, all of a sudden, he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder. 

Luke cautiously brought his eyes up to meet his father’s. He was met with a kind smile and a slight shake of his father’s head. 

“Son, your sexual orientation is of no matter to me. Whyever would you believe otherwise?” Luke shrugged. 

“I don’t know, I mean, Biggs’ dad was furious when he came out to him. I thought you’d be at least a little upset.”

“Why would I be upset with you for something out of your control?” Luke’s father asked. Luke supposed he hadn’t considered this as something out of his control, as he grew up under Uncle Owen’s homophobic shadow, insisting anyone other than heterosexual was making the wrong “choice.” Luke never stopped to realize who he was wasn’t a choice. 

“I guess I never really thought of it like that,” Luke admitted. His father gave him another small smile. 

“In the words of someone very wise, you should show more compassion to yourself, my son,” his father said. Luke returned the smile as he father quoted his own words. He bowed his head.

“Thanks.” Luke’s father cocked his head at him.

“Luke? I feel there is something more. What is troubling you?” 

Luke sighed- if his father wasn’t mad before, he certainly would be now.

“There’s…one more thing,” Luke started hesitantly. His father nodded slowly. 

“I am listening.” Luke blew out another deep breath, hoping to expel his anxieties, but only ended up multiplying them. His father wasn’t going to be angry, he was going to be furious.

“Father, I…I’m-”

“Yes?” Luke finally let out his next words in a rush.

“I’m seeing Han.”

Another moment of tense silence, then, much to Luke’s surprise, another smile grew across his father’s face. 

“I’d suspected as much,” he said in light humor. Luke cocked his head at him.

“But, I don’t understand. I’ve been shielding carefully for the past few weeks,” he explained. His father shook his head in bemusement, his smile remaining. 

“Luke, I do not need your Force presence to sense your feelings. I have seen the way you look at him and interacted with him. I suspected something existed beyond friendship.” Luke bowed his head, not being able to suppress a small smile himself. Damn, his father knew him so well.

“So, you’re not mad?” Luke asked carefully. His father took a step forward and set his hands on Luke’s shoulders, prompting Luke to look up. 

“Son, I could never be angry with you for such a thing,” he assured. “Solo may be a ruffian, but he is a ruffian with steadfast loyalties and a heart of gold. As long as he cares for you, I have no ill will towards him.” Luke smirked as he quirked an eyebrow. 

“Even if he’s a scoundrel?” he asked playfully. Luke’s father let out a hardy laugh, a grace to Luke’s ears. 

“Yes, even if he’s a scoundrel. As long as you are happy, my son, I support you.”

[bibxrbie]

"Luke Skywalker isn’t like the old Jedi. He saves Vader with his attachments!”

Wrong!

Luke Skywalker, at the end of Return of the Jedi, after his confrontation with the Emperor drags Darth Vader through the destructing Death Star. He’s desperate, knuckles white under the heavy weight of his father’s body, a little boy dragging his dad to safety. He sets Vader down for a moment, to catch his breath or maybe to get a better grip. He goes to grab Vader again, but Vader, uncomfortable and in pain, asks Luke to take off the mask. He wants to see Luke through his eyes instead of the eyes Palpatine built for him. Luke refuses, says that removing the mask is a sure way for Vader to die. Luke doesn’t want Vader dead, he wants Vader alive. Not to hold him accountable for his many evil acts, but for the same reason why Luke Skywalker can’t kill Darth Vader; Vader is his father and Luke loves him.

And yet, after a moment, Luke removes Vader’s mask. He doesn’t want to, he hesitates, but he removes the mask with enough slowness to allow Vader to take it back. In that moment, Luke sets aside his desire for Vader in his life, sets aside his desire to see him live, and sets aside his entire mission, the reason he was even on the Death Star in the place. In his compassion for his father, Luke stays with Vader until he dies. It is this moment where we see him be the best damn Jedi he can be. I’d even argue that this moment is the greatest example of non-attached love we see. Because Luke lets Vader go! He lets his father die, and in some ways, by removing the mask, he too kills Vader, he stays with him until his last moment, gives him the kindness of granting his last wish and finally chooses Vader.

And Luke doesn’t have to do this. If Luke Skywalker’s love for his father was an attachment, he would ignore Vader and continue dragging him to the escape pod, put his desire for a father as his central focus and ignore Vader’s wants and discomfort. Maybe he would even save him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches as Vader dies.

He builds a Jedi burial for his father and watches it burn the remnants of Vader and Anakin Skywalker away. He mourns Vader, he mourns what they could’ve had as father and son, considers what ifs and maybe-if-I-did-this. Vader/ Anakin is released from his mortal body, from his ‘crude matter’ and Luke lets him go. He says one final goodbye to Anakin. Then, he joins Leia, Han, Chewie, Lando, and the rest of the Rebels and celebrates their victory. He lives in the present and celebrates what he has instead of what he lost.

Luke Skywalker is THE Jedi. Everything about Luke Skywalker serves as the foundational cornerstone of the Jedi, everything about the Jedi as a culture and philosophy is reflected in his character. Luke’s desire for the New Jedi Order isn’t to throw away the values of the old Order, but to vitalise them, breathe life back into dying lungs, and rebuild a path that people set out on their way to destroy. (Yes, his Order is different from the Old, but that’s because it has to be. He doesn’t have the resources or the safety of the Old Order.) The philosophies of the Jedi are difficult and they aren’t for everyone, and like the perfect Jedi that Luke is, he struggles and stumbles and sometimes he even rejects it. But, no matter how far he falls, it is a way of life he chooses again and again and again. It is a way of life that welcomes him back each time

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ he made my doll heart, light up with joy

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your stepbrother anakin found your diary and now he wants to make all your dirty fantasies come true

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 4k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, mentions of weed and alcohol, mean!anakin, face slapping in a sexual context but not discussed beforehand, smut ( mentioned masturbation f and m, hickeys, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, hair pulling, praise, a little degradation, use of the term slut/little slut, titty fucking, squirting, oral sex m receiving ) i think that's everything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — feeding the girlies 🫶🏻

part one part three masterlist

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it had been a couple of days since anakin had found your diary and your mind had been stuck on him since then, each time you saw him your mind was filled with images of that night, the look on his face as he guided his cock into your mouth, the way he felt filling you up, spilling his cum onto your face and chest. you longed for him again, and he knew that and he fucking loved it. he would walk around the house shirtless, shorts hanging off of his hips with no boxers beneath leaving his cock print visible beneath. it took everything within you not to grab him there and then and tug his shorts down and choke on his cock.

you knew he was playing the long game, seeing how long he could make you wait before you came to him begging, tears staining your cheeks and core aching. so you waited, watching, longing but you had done this before, had been holding those dirty little fantasies inside of you for so long so this, you could hold on. sitting in your bedroom hands shoved down your panties toying with your clit until you came picturing anakin sitting in his bedroom, pumping his flushed cock wishing you would give in. so you decided you were going to play anakin at his own game, wearing short skirts and tight fitting tops, forgoing bras and underwear and purposefully bending over when you knew he was behind you giving him the perfect view of your cunt beneath the frilly fabric, grinning when you heard him hiss quietly beneath his breath.

it became a new sick obsession for you both, anakin brushing past you, hands trailing along your spine, grasping at your hips, playing with your skirt's waistband. while you would creep behind him and run your hands down his chest, or slip past him pressing your ass against his crotch. it lasted for a week before everything collapsed.

you were laying in your bedroom, both your father and shmi out on a date night, and anakin was out with friends so you had the house to yourself, though it was about as fun as to be expected, so you decided to write in your diary detailing the games you and anakin had been playing that day.

/ i really thought he was going to give in today, i wore the tiniest skirt i have, it’s hardly even a skirt, so short i haven't worn it since i bought it but god it’s hard, anakin promised this isn't over but i didn't realise i was going to have to beg for it and i don’t want too. he knows i want him, i creamed all over his fucking cock and still, he’s making me wait. i just want him to give in, grab me and fuck me senseless again, i haven’t been able to cum properly since last week, no matter how much i want to it’s like my body needs him, i fucking hate it. god, why won’t he just do something?

“writing more fantasies there, angel?” anakin’s voice cut through the peaceful silence of your bedroom, you titled your head to face him, taking in the skin-tight black jeans that clung to his legs and band t-shirt, the heavy black liner around his eyes, he looked utterly sinful.

“nothing to say,” you replied shortly, turning your face back to the diary, gaze scanning the page, you could feel him still staring at you but decided to remain silent, if he wanted to play this game you would play it.

“oh, baby’s got bite, huh,” anakin snickered, crossing the room and perching himself at the end of the bed, “feeling a bit worked up?” he asked and you scoffed, raising your eyes, watching the way his gaze trailed over your body suddenly aware that you were wearing only a white vest top and a pair of pink cotton panties, you hadn’t expected him home tonight. usually, he and his friends would be out for hours on end not returning until the sun rose, but it was hardly half past eight.

“you wish,” you said with a small smile rolling your eyes at him, watching as his eyes darkened.

“wanna play like that, baby? okay, why don’t you hand me that book and show me what you are writing,” he offered, hand held out expectantly and a shudder ran down your spine as you met his gaze, he was testing you, tempting you to give in.

“why? you gave me what i wanted. you want me fucking say it,” you bit out, but your facade was fading but anakin… anakin broke.

“think now you’ve had my cock you can talk to me like i’m a fucking idiot?” he seethed, reaching over and ripping the diary from your grip and dropping it on the bed before straddling your hips, using one hand to pin your hands above your head in a bruising grip, “acted like a fucking slut all week, flashing me that desperate pussy, practically begging for it and now you wanna act blase?” he was angry, enraged as he glared down at you and you had never felt so small.

“anakin i…” you began to say but he shook his head.

“shut up,” he sneered, “sluts don’t get to talk, they shut their mouths and listen,” and you knew you shouldn’t, your brain was screaming at you to not give in, but that other part of you, your needy cunt needed this, needed him so you nodded. “look at you, all brave until you think you are gonna get cock, embarrassing,”

“i’m sorry,” you spewed out, and before you could even process it his hand was coming up, slapping you harshly around the face leaving behind a burning sting, you gaped up at him, shocked at his action and he smirked.

“i told you to be quiet but you can’t fucking listen can you, so you know what i’m gonna do?” he asked you and all you could do was stare at him, “nothing,” he replied simply letting go of your hands and climbing down from atop of you off of the bed, “you want me you know where to find me,” he said, sending you a teasing wave leaving you alone with a stinging cheek and throbbing cunt. you couldn’t even bring yourself to get off that night, simply curling on your side and hoping, but anakin never came.

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the following day you were unsure of what to do next, cheek-stained rosy and cunt still aching, what you weren’t expecting was to see anakin the second you entered the kitchen, his eyes widening when he saw your face.

“shit,” he gasped walking over to you and cradling your cheek, you blinked up at him stunned, “i didn’t realise i… angel, fuck” he looked horrified, “i was so fucked when i got home last night and i, god,” anakin didn’t know what to say, pretty blue eyes so heart-achingly pained.

“it’s okay,” you said softly but he shook his head frantically.

“it’s not okay, i didn’t ask i just did it, fuck, i was so cross faded, baby, you don’t have to forgive me,” anakin had never been so nice to you ever, maybe after he had fucked you within an inch of your life, but this anakin was so impossibly soft you felt something with you shift, lust melting into something more malleable, something warm and light and it terrified you.

“ani, it’s okay,” you repeated, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips, it was confident but you had to try, and anakin wilted, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you in, your bodies pressed so close they were practically one. the kiss was soft, a sweet caress of lips on lips before anakin pulled back and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “wanna know a secret?” you asked him and anakin looked into your eyes, only sincerity glowing in them.

“always, angel,” he whispered and a small smirk twisted itself on your lips.

“i liked it,” you say watching as anakin’s eyes widen before a grin stretches across his face, his hand still resting on your hips pinching down slightly and making you jump.

“cheeky slut,” he teased, leaning in and peppering kisses along the length of your neck making you shiver in delight, “i need you, angel,” he murmured against your neck, “you’ve taken over my entire brain, can’t think of anything but you,”

“take me,” you whispered, “you’ve haunted my thoughts for long enough, ani,” it was a mess of teeth and tongue as anakin pulled you in again, lifting you into his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist letting him carry you from the kitchen up the stairs, only breaking the kiss to look where he was going every few seconds before suddenly you were being laid back onto your bed, anakin hovering atop of you.

“i’m not gonna be gentle this time,” anakin told you, hands resting on your hips, “i need to make you mine, ruin you for any other man that tries with you, you are fucking mine,” he groaned out, grinding his hips against yours, the delicious thrill of his half hard cock settled between your thighs enough to drive you wild.

“you’ve already ruined me,” you confess like a sinner would on their knees before the priest.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, he grasped the skin of your thighs hiking them up so that they sat around his waist, “want everything from you, don’t hold back,” he demanded, and you knew that you were gone, this sick story was coming to a close and a new book was already in the making as he reached between your bodied and cupped your aching sex.

“yes, yes,” you pleaded, grinding your hips against his hand, you needed to feel him, to have him explore every inch of you and make you his.

“let’s get you out of these clothes, pretty,” he cooed, hands slipping under your top and tugging it off revealing your perky tits beneath, nipples hardening against the cool air, he groaned, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing, “such gorgeous tits, will you let me fuck them a little, baby?” he asked you and you whined.

“fuck yes, want you to come all over them, ani please,” you said, hands falling to the waistband of your shorts, it was an awkward shuffle of bodied as you managed to push them down and kick them from your legs while anakin grinned, still looking at your tits in awe.

“wanna mark them up, let everyone know whose tits they are,” he said, not waiting for confirmation before sinking down and suckling the tops of your breasts, a jolt of pain shot through your body making you shiver in delight. he sucked until the marks were bright red and lay stark against your skin, running his tongue over them soothingly before moving to the next until your breasts were covered. “holy shit,” he gaped.

“s’ pretty,” you murmered looking at the marks he had created.

“so pretty,” anakin agreed, “the fucking prettiest, along with this cunt, been dreaming about having this again,” he told you, tracing his fingers through your aching folds, “always so wet for me, angel,”

“take your clothes off,” you huffed, hips jittering, “wanna see you,” you pleaded, hands clumsily coming up to his belt and tugging at the cuff trying to unloop the fabric.

“desperate girl,” he smirked but obliged, tearing his shirt over his head in a swooping motion before following suit with his jeans, tugging the belt free as you watched in fascination as his jeans and boxers finally came down and his cock sprang free from its confines, hard, flushed and aching.

“anakin,” you hummed in delight at the sight, desperate for him.

“never meet a girl so needy for cock, look like you’ve just won the lottery,” anakin snickered, dragging his cock through your folds, soaking the tip before slapping it against your clit, you hissed at the contact lifing your hips to meet his but anakin pressed his hand your your stomach holding you down. “not yet,” he told you, “get the diary, i promised you a fantasy,” he smirked.

“anakin,” you huffed, pouting, “you know what i want, you don’t need that,” you said but he shook his head.

“wanna read your dirty words first, angel, come on,” he prompted planting a soft slap to your ass cheek making you squeal, scrambling up the bed and grabbing the little diary from its place beneath your pillow and handing it to him. he flicked the pages open, scanning through some older entries along with some older ones, his smile widening as he read your desperate words. “god, you are fucking filithy,”

“stop it,” you cried ripping the book from his hand and reading the page.

/ anakin stood behind me in the kitchen today and i purposefully bent over so that my skirt would come up, i wasn't wearing any underwear so he saw everything, i’m pretty sure i heard him moan. it made me so wet i wonder if he noticed, i wanted him to grab me and ram his cock inside me. i’ve seen porn where girls get fucked from behind, pinned against a counter or on their hands and knees, hair threaded through their partner's hands, tugging them back. or sometimes the guy had his hands wrapped around their throat. i bet anakin is good at choking, his hands are so big, he could probably fit his hand around my neck easily and choke me out, i tried it myself, squeezed hard enough that it made my head spin, i think even without my vibrator i would have cum so fucking hard from that. i hope he gives in soon.

“wanna feel my hands around your throat, angel?” anakin asked you, “want me to pound you from behind, take you like a slut? should have known you would love that,” you moaned at his words, slamming the book shut and tossing it from the bed.

“yes, ani, you know what i want so please, please do something,” you begged, crawling over to him and straddling his hips, wet cunt dragging against his hard cock, he groaned, grasping your hips tightly and rocking against you, his cock head catching at the rim of your swollen hole.

“gotta let you ride me one day, baby,” he murmured into your ear, “but right now i want you on your hands and knees, ass up,” he prompted and who were you to ignore instructions? you quickly moved into place, trying to remember who the girls do it in porn, the position was a little uncomfortable, knees not used to holding your weight like this, anakin ran his hand along your back soothingly, unlocking the tensed muscles that rippled beneath his touch revealing a subtle arch as you dipped down against the bed, breasts brushing against the cotton sheets. “look at that,” anakin said, “fucking perfect,” not seeing him made your skin prickle, every touch seemed to set your nerves on fire, especially when he drew his hands to your rounded ass, grasping at the flesh with keen fingers.

“ani, stop teasing,” you complained earning a sharp slap on your ass, the pressure making you jolt.

“needy little slut,” anakin spat, “just trying to appreciate the view but you are so focused on getting something inside that desperate cunt, want it so bad then fucking take it,” and he was inside you, despite his harsh words anakin was gentle with you, only pushing the tip into your dripping hole and holding it there for a few seconds before pushing deeper, your walls greedily sucking him in, his cock a weclome introusion after weeks of needy fingers helplessly pressing at your gummy walls, clumsily chasing a phantom release.

“yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, head dropping down against the bed as anakin began to thrust, the burn was expected, you hadn’t had him in weeks and with no prep you were bound to be a little sore, but you wanted this, wanted it to hurt, wanted to remember the feeling of him inside of you for days to come. his thrusts were shallow at first, hardly sinking all the way in before pulling out again, he continued this for a few moments, hands grasping at your hips before you began to whine, “ani, it’s okay, i need you harder, deeper, wanna feel your cock in my fucking stomach,” you simpered, dirty words pouring from petal lips, but it worked, you felt anakin’s dick twitch inside of you.

“such a dirty mouth, angel,” he groaned, hand threading through your hair and yanking, the action jerking you backward so that anakin was fully sheathed inside of you and you fucking loved it, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full, the pressure of his cock head against your cervix and the burn of your scalp would have been enough to make you cum, but then he began to jackhammer inside of you, hips thrusting at a brutal pace, filling every inch of you.

“oh my god,” you screeched, tears glossing your eyes, as you let anakin abuse your sopping cunt. tip pressing against the spongey spot inside of you that made your head spin.

“that’s it, baby, scream for me,” anakin hissed, hands bruising on your hips, as he sank deeper, and deeper, you swore you could feel him in your guts, this angle allowing him to go deeper than he had before, he was everywhere, you vaguely wondered what it would feel like if he spilled inside of you, cum coating your insides, it was disgusting, so, so wrong but you knew you would have to ask him for it one day, maybe leave it in your diary and hope he finds it, but you had little time to ponder as anakin’s hand untangled from your hair and began to creep its away around your throat, just holding it, waiting.

“ani,” you pleaded, his fingertips dancing along your pulse point, palm warm even against your fiery skin.

“you want it?” he asked, squeezing ever so slightly so that you could feel the pressure but not enough to cut off air flow.

“yes, want it so bad, anakin please,” he laughed, a dark mocking thing that made your pussy cleanch.

“come on, angel you can beg better than that,” anakin litled, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was smiling, amused by the pathetic girl wrapped around his cock, so desperate for him no matter what he could say or do, you would still trail after him cock hungry and begging.

“choke me, ani, please, want your hands around my throat, want you to fuck me like a slut, please, please, need it so bad, please, ani,” you didn’t had to wait to see if you begged well enough before anakin’s hand tightened, pressing in all the right places to cut off your wind pipe, a dull aching feeling lingering as the blood rushed from your head, it was hypnotic, something welling inside of you, loving the control he held over your entire body. you were his, whether he wanted it or not. the slick sound of your cunt taking his cock filled the room not that your moans were cut off, it made you shudder.

“baby, baby,” anakin panted, hips stuttering inside of you, “fuck, you are a dream, angel,” he said, voice shaky, “gonna need you to cum soon, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, don’t think i can hold it much longer and i still need to feel those tits around me,”

“fuck,” you cried at the sound of his shakey voice, words garbled by anakin’s hand around your thoat, he loosened it for a moment allowing you to gulp in a large breath of air before it tightened once again, thumb pressing against your pule point, you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as you let anakin rock against you.

“play with your clit for me, angel,” anakin told you, pace not slowing but you could feel his dick twitching, you did as he said, one hand sliding to the sticky mess between your thighs, you were tempted to feel at the place between the two of you, the connection of his cock deep inside of you but you worried that would set anakin off, so you began to circle your clit, the loss of one arm to balance with make you shaky, body jerking forward violently so anakin grabbed your other arm, wrenching it behind your back and holding it there, other hand still on your throat, his body supporting your entire weight. it was fucking heavenly, you were completely at his disposal, he could do anything he wanted to you and you would let him.

“mmh,” you stuttered out, voice lost beneath anakin’s vice grip, that coil in your stomach welling, you could feel it expanding, coiling down your spine and encasing your entire lower body. you needed it, that lust you had felt for weeks reaching closer to a crescendo, you wanted him to ruin you, to tear you in two a bury himself beneath your skin so you could feel him forever. your heart pounded against your chest, body aching with want.

“that’s it,” anakin cooed, “you can let go, come all over my cock, angel girl,” he whispered, squeezing your throat tighter, white spots danced in your vision, the feeling of his cock head bullying your cervix, the dizzying lack of air in your head and the way he held you, it was enough to send you spinning. everything went dark, you felt entirely weightless, the glow of your orgasm consuming your entire body and you were gone.

when you came too, anakin was hovering over you, your body now laid flat and he looked adoringly down on you, bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“oh, baby,” he sounded awe struck, you blinked up at him, hazy from the force of the orgasm that had consumed you, “you squirted, angel,” he told you and you looked down, his entire cock and stomach was sodden as well as the sheets beneath you two, you gaped, stunned.

“i did that?” you whispered and anakin swopped in, peppering kisses along the curve of your lips.

“yes, yes you did, so fucking hot, never seen a girl squirt in person before, it was fucking insane,” anakin said, almost giddy, “such a good girl, angel, something out of a dream i swear to god,” he continued too kiss you, along your lips, trailing across your cheeks and you squirmed, hands shakily coming to his shoulders.

“ani,” you say, breathlessly, still taken aback by what you had done, like anakin you had only seen squirting in porn, you couldn’t even imagine that you yourself could do it.

“yes, baby, anything,” he sounded frantic, hips rutting against the wetness between your thighs, still chasing his relief as he praised you.

“my tits,” you gasped out through over sensitivity as he cock brushed your swollen clit, “fuck my tits, ani, please,” he pulled back, a dreamy smile painted on his lips as he shuffled up the bed, hips stradling your stomach.

“you really want this?” he asked gently, and you nodded, you needed this, needed him to come, you watched in bliss as he reached behind him, coating his palm in your wetness and smearing it between your tits until the skin glistened before guiding his cock along the silken channel, “push them together for me, angel, make it nice and tight like your pussy for me,” he instucted, your hands dragged up your sides and too your swollen breasts, pressing them together, your thumbs trailing along the marks anakin had left before.

“yes, just like that,” anakin whispered, rutting his hips, cock sliding between your tits with a squealch. his cock head bumped against your chin and impulsibely you dipped your head, capturing the weeping thing between your lips and suckling, it was a mess of spit, slick and cum and anakin moaned, louder than you had ever heard him moan before. you glanced at him through your lashes and almost lost it, anakin looked wrecked, lips parted and stained crimson, hair ruffled atop his head in messy waves, eyes wide as he looked down at you, and when you made eye contact he cried out, hips stuttering as he came in your mouth. you tried to swallow as much as you could, but some escaped and dripped onto your tits in a milky stream.

“angel,” anakin’s breathing raged as he pulled his spent cock from your mouth and you smiled up at him, body still weak but all you could feel was light, it burned bright within you and extended out like sunlight leaking through the clouds at dawn. “you… i… i have never come so hard in my life than i have with you,” he laughed breathlessly, you echoed the sound as he sank onto you, head pressed against your soiled chest but he didn’t care and neither did you. it was your mess that you had made together, and you loved that thought more than you should.

“same,” you managed to say, exhaustion consuming you as you curl your arms around anakin, relishing in the feeling of his warmth.

“i have no choice now,” anakin said, “you are my fucking girl, i don’t care about what our parents say, this is it for me, i need you,”

“anakin,” you gasped, taken aback by his confession, what was he saying? what did this mean now? how could you ever tell your parents how this sick obsession had bloomed into something more, it was wrong, twisted, and despicable, but you couldn’t ignore what you felt and you knew it was him, he was it for you.

“don’t worry, angel, i’ll work it out,” he murmured against your chest and you nodded, anakin knew what he was doing, or you could only hope he did as he finally came around again and scooped you into his arms to take you to clean up in the bathroom.

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