#vader x f!reader

[hanasnx]

"hosanna."

darth vader x f!reader

SUMMARY: you live to serve your sith lord. WORD COUNT: 1.3k | CHARACTERS: darth vader NOTES: as a former christian child, this song speaks to me on a level i cant explain. it is not a testament to my current religious standpoint, this is not pro or anti anything. merely a song analysis format in the perspective of a darth vader smut writer. "hosanna" by hillsong united. @xstarkillerx heavily influenced this fic WARNINGS: heavy religious themes | sexual content | coitus | unprotected sex | virginity loss | objectification | worship | size difference | mentioned: blood, suicide | no y/n

Heal my heart and make it clean.

“Please, my lord.” your desperate croak echoes against the floor as you press your forehead to the stone in your kneel. You beg not for traditional mercy, but rightful extinction. To bask in the company of the Sith Lord can only mean one thing. Finally, your mistake will be remedied. You’ll be scorched from the face of this planet by his righteous fire, fit to continue your spiritual journey with the help of his guided and generous hand. When it raises to clench around your neck, to squeeze the life from you, your soul will escape your wretched and human body.

Open up my eyes to the things unseen.

Sights you cannot fathom, planes you cannot reach, heavens you are unallowed to cross all become possible in the benevolence of his presence. A great exhilaration, the cathartic rush you’ve been bound to chasing your entire lifespan is at your fingertips. They prickle in anticipation, driving you to near tears over the discovery of divinity. To be at his feet overwhelms you, and you’re wracked with sobs. The pilgrimage you’ve been tasked with is at its end. Darth Vader stands before you, and you cannot bring yourself to utter another word in fear.

Show me how to love like You have loved me.

You’re brought to stand. His hand cups your chin, and you burn from his touch. By his grip, he raises your gaze, and you scan the ample length of his imposing form. Cloaked in black, shrouded in terrifying mystery, your weeping is quieted in the presence of his glory. The image of his expressionless mask in front of you runs your blood cold. You’ve seen his likeness etched into your planet’s culture, yet that awe is incomparable to the one that roars through your veins now. Legends depict his dark figure as a hunter. An insatiable pursuant that stops at nothing until the galaxy is cleansed. His abysmal love for all things is shown through his relentless protection of it. With a step, he shakes the very crust of the terrain he walks upon; with a wave of his mighty hand, corrupt civilizations fall and armies stab themselves so as not to face him; under his leadership, his empire thrives and spreads to the untouched and the perverted in his name. Dry mouth struggles to swallow as he remains silent, doubtlessly counting your sins as he scrutinizes you. You always knew you were to be judged, and here it is. Yet, you’re stupefied. His thumb against you does not feel like you thought it would, pinching your skin coldly.

Break my heart for what breaks Yours.

“Do I displease you?” you whisper. A single tear breaks from your eye in your tremble, grazing your cheek as it falls. A knuckle comes to dab at the moisture, and you flinch. His encasing is to hide his unseeable majesty from the galaxy. It is said a single look upon his true self will devour you whole, tearing you to shreds where you stand, and blaze your eyes from their sockets. If you survive the encounter, you’ll live out the rest of your blackened life consumed by his image as the last thing you saw, in blind search of it through endless deserts. Already you condemn yourself, cursing your own household for its transgressions against him and his vision, your appearance is unsatisfactory, your soul has been dipped in gold to weigh down the scales. You’ve been too prideful, vain, greedy. How could you have ever hoped to be here with him when you’re a demon in skin? He senses it, he must. You will atone.

Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.

There is nothing you won’t do in his name. There is nothing that will keep you from him. Your boundless devotion towards the Sith Lord cannot be bought, cannot be measured. You are his vessel, a path to reach others, your eyes are his eyes. Can he see himself through you? If he, a being of endless power, were to attempt to inhabit your body, would you combust into ashes under his boot? Still, you try. Storms bend to his will, mountains bow by his word. What could you offer to him that is not within his scope? “Anything.” you plea through a broken voice, your hands hooking into your outerwear to pull it off your shoulders. His hand releases your jaw, and you step back for any offense you may have caused. Since his command suspends, you continue. Your straps are tugged down, and your knees buckle, dropping to the ground. Desperately, lovingly, you bare yourself to him, you crawl to his feet in worship.

As I walk from earth into eternity.

There’s nothing you don’t give him throughout the night. Anything you can comprehend is surrendered to him. You’re afraid. While he’s inside you, you’re afraid. Rooted deep, sheathed inside your purity, touching sacred parts of you that has never been offered to anyone else. You’re afraid of him. He’s said nothing, exhalting himself using you as you’ve invited him to, but in your eyes he’d need not ask. You are his. Large hands grasp your torso, bunching up the fabrics of your clothes, ripping seams more and more with each thrust. The pain of consummation is one you thank him for with lachrymal essence dripping down the corners of your eyes, wetting your hairline. The sins of the flesh are a stranger to you, until he breaks your virginity, fucking you through the blood. So as not to surprise him, you swallow your cry with a palm over your lips. Disillusioned with your surroundings, focused on the heat where your bodies meet, you notice how he’s changed his pace. A gentler angle to his hips as he caresses your insides with his member. Regardless of its stiffness, the velvety outer layer is sweet against your walls. True rapture introduces itself to you, growing in pleasure with each stroke. His cape veils your nakedness to the outside world, shielding you as he presses you to him in a surprising demonstration of humanity. Symbolically, your forehead kisses the crest of his headpiece, a stark contrast from the stone you’d bowed on, he is showing you forgiveness. Humility. He is grateful. The sensation of being filled by him becomes not only bearable, but welcome. Your wails are no longer wracked with the despair of ache, but of staggering passion. Newfound life flows through you, rejuvenating you, manifesting in the beads of sweat on your brow, and the tears of thankfulness as they stream from your blurring gaze. On the edge of your peak, you take pride. He wants you. He wants you. He wants you.

Hosanna, Hosanna.

You can’t see yourself, but you’re outside your body. The warmth of existence embraces you, curling around you like smoke. There’s nothing but comfort here. Nothing but a stretch of unconditional love and acceptance. Finally, finally you’re here. You’ve reached your heavens. You can feel it all around you. It is the light. It is eternity. It is. It is. It is.

You are. You are. You are.

As you open your eyes, the fleeting feeling dissipates. The prickle softens, your breathing evens out, the white hot sensation of your orgasm passes over you. No. No. No. It was right there, it was in your hands. You’re alerted as he pulls from you, the wet sounds of your joint pleasures spill from your spasming entrance, pouring down your body that still remains. Your body that drew your soul back in from salvation. Darth Vader does not realize he’d given you a taste of the Force in his ecstasy, entwining your souls to see through each other’s eyes for one honored moment. Nor does he foresee the future of you begging for him over and over again, just for a mere taste of it at your climax.

[im-poe-dameron]

─── BREATHE ME IN

a/n: so um...i have no idea what this is. i started this when the kenobi series was coming out and sort of dropped it after a month. but here i am, finally finishing it and making it longer than it was supposed to be. did we really expect me not to find darth vader hot? i think he's where my whole loving a masked character came from. honestly this is basically filth with me trying to shove plot in not so subtly. so i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there's a secret he hides even from his own master.

word count: 5.5k+ (because i'm insane)

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, angst, tenderness which is shocking, thigh riding, choking (obviously), oral (male receiving), a tad bit of face fucking, dom/sub dynamics, rough p in v sex, overstimulation, more hints of anakin than vader.

You’ll never be able to forget the scent of him after that night one month ago. It was branded in your mind, forever a part of you as he bent you to his will—made you his without even saying a single word. You should have fought him on it; made him see that you weren’t ready to relinquish the power you once held, but you knew the man beneath the mask he wore. You had known Anakin before he became this, before he twisted himself up inside and gave into being Darth Vader.

Even now as you stood in your small home on a planet far away from the Empire’s touch, you could feel his control over you. Long before the order was given and Jedi were slaughtered, you had been one of them. A knight who fought alongside Anakin in the Clone Wars—a warrior who chose the side of good rather than evil.

Then things fell apart. You were told that the man you loved, the person you cherished the most, gave into the dark side.

He became a stranger once more.

But nobody runs from Anakin for long—especially when he’s become a force more powerful than any Jedi could ever hope to be. You were hiding out on Devaron when he found you, attempting first to turn you to the dark side with him. Only for you to see something break in his exterior, his walls dropping for a split second and you felt it like a punch to the chest. He needed you.

This absolute desire was not born out of lust but pure necessity, because even as Darth Vader…Anakin Skywalker still lived beneath the mask and he didn’t know how to live without you. You’d always been the person he turned to when Obi-Wan wouldn’t understand the nature of his feelings. When he could no longer control them himself.

So, he left you there—allowing you to remain a Jedi who chose the light side of the Force over him. But he would return again and again. Desperate for someone to put his strained mind at ease—the memories of his past haunting him with every waking day. Perhaps that's where the submission started. In helping him by allowing him into your bed, into your heart little by little each time until eventually…you yearned for him to.

Jedi weren’t allowed to have such strong attachments, but as a Sith…he could keep you as his for as long as possible. A deal you wholeheartedly agreed to with a single word.

The stars were starting to shine brightly in the night sky as you traversed the dense forest of Devaron, your lightsaber clipped to your side and hood drawn up over your head. You heard his ship land ten minutes ago; knew he now stood in the center of your home awaiting your arrival. So, you took your time. Anakin never liked to wait, Darth Vader was no different, and somehow that brought a smile to your face. So desperate to see you that he would battle his way through the forest alone to find you again.

He would come after you—you knew he would—and that brought back the pool of heat that always found its way to your body when he arrived.

There was something twisted about loving him even the way he was now. How could you, a Jedi Knight of your ability, love something so dark? How could you give into the sinister deliciousness of that side, yet still remain so true to the light side of the Force? The answer was simpler than you thought. In your mind he still remained as Anakin the man you loved and even though you knew what he did, what he now became, you couldn’t let go of your heart fully.

Even if the scars now showed as small canyons and ridges, each one holding a darkness that would ultimately cause your demise.

He knew this.

Nobody loved Darth Vader, nobody gave themselves to the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, without understanding they would die because of it one day. Perhaps that’s what caused the absolute ache in your bones at the mere sight of him. The thought of one day no longer being by his side. Some Jedi may claim you were betraying what you believed in—destroying yourself just for an inkling of mind numbing pleasure—but it was more than that. Pleasure ultimately gave way to the pain of loving someone beyond saving.

As expected you arrived at your small house to the sight of a black ship—big enough for one—in the clearing that was solely used by him. The darkness bled through the Force, encasing you in a biting cold as you walked towards the already open door. One might say the sight of him standing amidst your tiny living room was terrifying enough to run away. But you were never one to cower in fear from him and you refused to start now.

His head tilted, energy stretching out towards you through the old connection you used to have with him, and with a small smile you reached back. Twining your brilliant blue around his obsidian nature until you saw him shudder beneath his cloak.

“You’re late,” he said—his voice something you had to continue to get used to.

Humming, you dropped your robe onto the chair behind him, heading towards your small makeshift kitchen where you knew there’d be some bread from the day before. He turned, watching you move as you continued to press your Force signature against his own—reminding him of a time when he too held a blue lightsaber brighter than yours. This was a two way street. You savored the bitter sweetness of the dark side, relishing in the rush of power that flowed through your veins, and he once again fell back into what he used to know. The calming serenity of the light side.

“You’re early,” you teased, knowing his temper was far worse than before. However he always seemed to control it around you—the tight grip he had on his anger evident in the way his fist clenched.

“Where did you go?” He demanded more than asked nowadays and so you stayed silent, awaiting for the flare of anger to shove its way into your mind.

It never came though. The silence almost shocked you as you turned, eating the remainder of the bread. But that’s what he wanted out of you—a reaction that would show you actually acknowledge his presence. How could you not? When he stood there looking like the true embodiment of the dark side of the Force. Although there were times when you missed the sight of Anakin standing before you—a smile on his face that always reached his blue eyes.

“Exploring,” you said, eyes flickering down the length of him—taking in the sight of his rigid stance. “How long are you here for?”

“Tonight.”

His answers were blunt, to the point, because he didn’t have time to dawdle. You were his secret, you knew this. If anyone found out you’d be killed and knowing who Darth Vader answered to…he’d be forced to do it himself. So, you nodded and finished the remainder of your bread as you continued to watch him—prodding at the wall of his mind to hopefully see within. But they remained up, blocking you from anything other than his Force signature which remained tightly entwined with your own.

“How long will you be gone for?”

He paused, pressing against the walls of your mind to see what exactly you were thinking, but you knew he didn’t wish to forcefully tear them down. You were not a person he was interrogating—rather a lover who he may very well lose if he didn’t act accordingly. His fist clenched again, the struggle to remain in complete control now wavering as you stalled for time. He knew what you were doing and yet he still played along.

“I don’t know.”

You hummed, once more pressing against the wall in his mind. It was dangerous to be let inside—having seen what he harbored behind the thick barrier—but your curiosity always wished to drag you into trouble.

What was safety compared to intimately knowing the most lethal person in existence? To you there would be nothing more intriguing, nothing more worth the risk than this simple gesture.

“Don’t,” he spit out, stepping closer until your lower back was digging into the counter.

“You let me in once before—”

His gloved hand landed on your throat, silencing your words and causing a shudder to run down your spine. Though the position wasn’t unfamiliar, it still brought a small inkling of fear to peek its head out. He could kill you—without remorse. Yet he never did. He simply remained, holding your throat as tenderly as he possibly could—relearning what the meaning of gentle was. That thought alone brought a dazed smile to your face, your eyes nearly fluttering closed as his thumb ran along the column of your neck.

“That is no longer a luxury you are allowed to have.”

The words were sinister on his tongue, like a sharp knife to your heart, but you’d been scarred by him before. “Is it because I know what I’ll find? Or are you afraid?”

His control finally snapped, the pressure on your throat now crushing you until you struggled for air. But he didn’t squeeze harder, he didn’t make sure that you were unable to breathe completely, because he couldn’t cross that line. He refused to. You were the only light he let slip through the cracks of his helmet; the one thing keeping him stable on the ground and while it wasn’t very Darth Vader of him to keep you—it was the part of Anakin that still remained that held onto you tightly.

“You know nothing.”

Despite the lack of oxygen, you smiled. “I know you.”

The words came out choked and broken, but it was enough. He froze, his hand loosening around your throat as the final realization clicked into place just like it always did when he found his way back to you.

You knew him—knew Anakin that lay beneath the surface and Vader that rose to power crushing him in the end. You knew all the ugly bits that showed through the evident splinters of his being and in spite of all of that…you still loved him. Whenever he left you he seemed to forget that when he came here he didn’t have to wear a shroud of anger that resembled his cape. He didn’t have to wean himself from the light side with every bittersweet touch, because you held no expectations of him.

“Anakin,” you breathed, hand sliding along his leather covered limb. “Come home.”

Little by little you saw his walls come down, felt the darkness seep into his Force signature until you were surrounded by it. Until the only light left between the two of you was yours—guiding him back to you for a brief moment. He’d only be here tonight, so you’d have tonight.

You would take as much time as you were allowed if it meant seeing Anakin for a brief moment again.

“Anakin is dead,” he muttered, hand shifting until his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. “I killed him.”

Parting your lips you allowed him to invade your senses even further—the taste of the leather permeated your mouth, driving a moan from your throat. Digging your nails into his arm, you felt him push against you—forcing his way into your mind and showing you images of a past that felt like yesterday. Anakin’s face flashed before you, the smile you ached to see again finally coming back to you, and it drew a whimper to the surface. A sound he liked if the pressure on your tongue was enough to go by.

The scene shifted and you felt the heat flare to life in your stomach as you saw yourself beneath him, sobbing his name as he practically shoved you into all encompassing bliss. Memories he still held onto—torturing himself because he could no longer have you in the way he wanted. But above all that, one stuck to the forefront of your mind. The taste of him as he kissed you; devoured everything you were and felt greedy enough to take even more.

The first hints of the dark side within him.

“Maker,” you gasped as he ripped his hand away, reaching for the ties of your robes. “I miss it too.”

Gathering enough of your energy you used the Force to shove him backwards until he stumbled into the wall behind him—his large frame taking up too much space. To anyone else it would have felt suffocating, but to you…this was as safe as you were ever going to get. He ached to have his old self back not to be a Jedi again. No, he thrived in the sinister ways of the Sith. He wanted to be Anakin, to have you again by his side—to kiss you like he used to on nights where things became too heavy a burden to carry alone.

Somehow in the midst of you pushing him back and him resisting you ended up pinned to the wall of your bedroom by him. He didn’t even have to touch you to make you beg for more; for you to do anything he wanted. This is what bending to his will became and he loved it.

He stood inches away, the tips of his boots touching yours and so like a fool you let your walls down without any warning. Shoving every memory and burning need his way until he was gasping through the modulator—his hand slamming against the wall beside your head. Each moment you were with him, each touch and night neither of you slept—too busy finding what made the other tick—it all poured into his mind. You made him see what you saw whenever you were near him even with the mask.

The cold feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tried to push himself closer. This is all it would amount to. Nights spent in secret when really the both of you ached for one last thing. Something you never got.

A farewell kiss.

“Anakin,” you said softly, hand sliding to his shoulder. “Are you home?”

He let out a breath, the sound distorted through the modulator before finally breaking down the last of his walls. “Yes.”

You didn’t know how long tonight would truly last and so you began to clutch at his arm, feeling a hot press of his gloved hand dig into your thigh as he raised it to his hip. A natural movement he’d done a hundred times over. That was enough to make you smile, a small bit of laughter echoing off the walls of your tiny room. Although darkness still clung to him, still twisted tightly around your Force energy, he remained the man you loved.

Both Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader alike.

“Tell me,” he groaned, shoving his knee up gently and fitting it right at the seam of your pants.

It almost didn’t feel fair how he knew your body so well—how he knew which way to move you to finally hear that familiar moan tumble past your lips.  Grinding your hips down, your head fell back against the wall when pressure was finally applied to your throbbing clit, sending sparks down your spine. You knew he watched every emotion, expression, and heard every sound behind that helmet and somehow…that made it even more electric.

“Tell me,” he demanded, hand going back to your throat and keeping you in place as his other one guided your hips along his thigh.

Fuck, you were still clothed and felt like you would fall apart at any moment.

“I—” Moaning, your hands scrambled for purchase along his chest. “I love you.”

Placing pressure on your throat he shoved pressed his thigh upwards, watching your eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched gasp escaping you as you finally broke. Light flooded his senses, nearly breaking his stance, but the sight of you writhing in his grasp—whimpers falling from your lips was too addicting for him to let go of. They say that the dark side made one greedy; desperate for whatever they wanted, and in this moment he was prepared to take and take until you had nothing left to give.

He knew you’d let him. You would give him whatever he asked for.

“Anaki—” He cut you off, dragging you along his thigh again and watching as your face twisted. Both pain and pleasure collided as you were shoved into overstimulation.

“Again,” he said, moving his hand from your hip to your pants—helping you yank them off until the leather of his glove slid through your hot slick. “I want to see you do it again.”

“Oh fuck.”

Gasping for air, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he ruthlessly began to toy with your clit. He knew exactly what to do to shove you right on that edge again and perhaps that’s what flung you over it. Or maybe it was him shoving the same words back into your own mind until it echoed over and over again.

I love you.

Sith didn’t care about things like love, but Anakin Skywalker was never truly a Sith just as he was never truly a Jedi.

He was stuck in between—crossing the border of want and need.

“I can’t.” A cry ripped from you as his other hand moved down from your neck to your chest, rubbing a thumb over your nipple. “I—Anakin I can’t.”

He chuckled, the sound menacing even to you. “Yes you can.”

This wasn’t a question—it was a choice of when you’d finally give in. The pressure in your body built, the coil twisting as he continued to rub sharp circles on your clit. When your legs began to shake and your vision became blurry from tears, you knew you were right there on the very edge of shattering, but you couldn’t. Not until he joined you on that edge—relenting his power to give you some of your own.

“Say it,” you begged, eyes screwing shut as he sunk two fingers into you right to the knuckle—his thumb continuing. “Say it for me. Please I need—I need to—”

“I love you.”

The words sounded foreign coming from his modulator, but you knew this was Anakin speaking not the twisted side of him that fed off of pain. He’d finally ripped free from the cage he was put in, leeching off the light coming from you with glee. He may not have meant the words entirely, but they did what you both intended them to do.

Sobbing his name, you felt the pressure snap in two flooding your body with a white-hot pleasure. You could hear his fingers as they continued to pump into you, rubbing against the spot along your walls that made your legs shake and tears flow down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he muttered, hand going around your neck to hold you in place as you practically grinded on his hand—the pleasure still coursing through your veins.

You were lost to it. Mind numb to everything else but him standing before you.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and gain feeling in your limbs again and he waited. Gave you a chance to breathe as he fought against the impatience that trickled into his veins—a quality that was unnatural to him. Once you were finally able to open your eyes, sighing in contentment, you focused on his mind—allowing yourself a chance to see inside of it. As always it was inner turmoil that had you flinching, but right now all you saw were memories of you and him. The same ones he played over and over again while he was away from you.

“And here I thought you never missed me while you were away,” you said, lips curving into a smile sweet enough to taste.

“I don’t miss you.” He leaned closer, hand reaching down to cup your swollen cunt. “I miss this.”

Words like that should have stung, but you knew him better than that. You knew why he said the things he said. So you smiled wider, dragging his arm up until his hand was in front of your face, the black leather shiny with your cum. Twining your Force signature around him until he couldn’t escape, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. He didn’t expect you to give in so easily—usually enjoying the fight you put him through. But tonight you’d settle for this so you could gain more.

“We’ll see about that,” you whispered, kissing his palm and dropping his arm.

You wanted him to give over the control he ached for; wanted to watch as the last of his residual armor came crashing down around you. Only one person would be able to say they brought Darth Vader down to their knees and it was you. His light, his moon, his lover.

Pushing his leg away, you pressed your hands on his chest, wishing you could once again feel the strong heartbeat beneath his skin. The steady thrum of it put you to sleep on long nights when you snuck away from the Jedi Temple, but for now you’d have to settle for the rhythmic timing of his breaths as they echoed around the room.

Without another thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him—his body keeping you caged in along the wall. You figured he already knew what you were going to do, if the way he widened his stance told you anything. His hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your gaze back towards him. It was the gentle nature of his touch that sent heat spilling into your heart. Anakin flared to life right before your eyes with every passing minute.

Undoing his belt, you allowed yourself a moment to admire what lay beneath the leather. What he always drew your attention away from. The skin was burnt, scarred beyond anything you’d ever seen before, but that never mattered to you. He stood stiff, his other hand pressed against the wall, helmet focused on you. Almost like he was unsure of what would happen.

Would you not care? Or would what remained not be what you wanted?

“Oh…” you gasped when he was finally free.

He was scarred there too, you’d felt it before. Except you weren’t shocked by that; no you were surprised by how worked up he was. The glossy sheen of precum building up at the tip practically dripped down your palm as you held him—begging for you to taste. Leaning forward, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, the guttural moan he let out sending a flare of heat through your body.

“Is this for me?” you asked sweetly, knowing it would only succeed in riling him up even more.

He grunted, his hand pushing you forward until his cock was once more back in your mouth. Although you didn’t mind in the slightest. Not when his addicting salty tang spread on your tongue the longer you sucked on the head. He was shameless with the sounds he made. Entirely focused on his pleasure, but you felt the way he softly rubbed his thumb along your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin.

“Take me deeper,” he said, already knowing you were heading that way anyways. “I know you can.”

You moaned when he hit the back of your throat, his hips thrusting forward slightly until you gagged. That alone only made him do it again. Pressing against the firm line that stood between the both of you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want—as long as you gave him control. Something you were more than okay with handing over.

It’s not like you had any semblance of it before he became Darth Vader. Anakin had always been one to take what he deemed he deserved. Except when it came to you, he always gave you the choice. Even now as your nose brushed the base of his cock, your throat squeezing him so tight his whole body shuddered, you still held the choice.

You sucked in a breath when he pulled away, tears streaming down your cheeks and spit covering your chin. Part of you wanted to keep going—to feel him spill down your throat—but you knew that wasn’t what he was here for. Dragging you up, he pressed the cold shell of his helmet against your forehead, hands grasping your hips tightly.

“I need—” He cut himself off, a loud breath reverberating through his modulator. 

For the first time that night you felt it. The small flicker of blue in his otherwise black Force signature. Only in moments like this, when his desperation practically permeated the air, did you find your Anakin.

The only thing stronger than Palpatine’s hold over him had always been the love he felt for you—that was clear to you now.

“I know,” you murmured, leading him back and watching as he sat on your bed. His large frame practically took up the entire room. He spread his legs, allowing you to step between them, but you had a different plan altogether.

Clambering onto his lap, you held yourself up as you positioned his cock at your entrance. Your slick practically pooled over him, making it easier for you to take him in one thrust. But rather than rush this, you held yourself there. Hovering over his needy and wanting cock—making him wait for the one thing he so desperately needed. The blue flickered again, vibrating through you and forcing a gasp from your lungs.

You longed to pull it closer until it enveloped you entirely; til you suffocated from its light. But whatever remained was now small and fleeting, only seen in moments like this. His grasp turned harsh, impatient. Letting you know that he only had so much left in him before he took back the small sliver of control he allotted you.

Your whole body shook as you finally lowered yourself, feeling the stretch of his cock sliding into your cunt. A growl ripped from his chest, his hands pressing you down further and watching in delight as your head fell back, a garbled shout echoing off the walls. You went dizzy with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. It rushed through you, setting each nerve in your body alight with a burning fire.

Which only made everything shine brighter.

Light flooded his senses, your Force signature practically bleeding out into the room. And he took it. He swallowed it whole in his never ending darkness with the hope that you were never extinguished.

“More,” you gasped, fingers digging into the leather that covered his shoulder.

He shoved his hips upward, grinding against you and tearing a sound from your chest that seared into his mind instantly. You were a wanton mess. Barely hanging on to the person you were thirty minutes ago—before he came back into your life. Instead there you were. The lover who fed off of his darkness; who took what the Jedi Order claimed was forbidden and begged for more.

“Maker—fuck—I-I’m oh fuck—” You made no sense, but that’s the way he wanted you. An incoherent babbling mess that rode his cock to chase that feeling only he could bring you.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you dropped back down haphazardly, hating the emptiness that came with his cock slipping out of you. A sound tore through his modulator, his hands tightening on your hips as you set a brutal pace. He groaned when your walls tightened around him, the sound of your skin slapping against the leather of his pants echoing in the room. If you listened closely you could hear the wet squelch of your slick as he set his own pace, pounding into you without abandon.

“Please, Anakin please,” you cried, unsure of what you were begging for.

He seemed to know though.

Without a response, his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing down tightly as he thrusted upwards even harder. The lack of oxygen seemed to only heighten the sensation you chased—pleasure building up to an almost painful degree in your body.

He bent you to his will, guiding your body in a way that felt familiar. You didn’t have to think when he was here, didn't need to focus your energy on any of this, because he did it for you. His gloved thumb pressed against your lips until you opened up with ease, sucking his finger into your mouth with a moan. It gave you a chance to take in a deep breath before he clamped down tight around your throat again. Turning your vision hazy.

“Good,” he muttered, pulling the spit slicked finger from your mouth. Only to press it firmly against your clit.

Your body arched, a broken cry falling from your lips as tears streamed down your face. It was too much, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You didn’t want him to. The pleasure nearly blinded you with each thrust of his cock into your dripping cunt. But what made you fall wasn’t the feeling of him finally striking against the spot that made your body curl in on itself.

No, it was the image he projected in your mind.

“That’s what you like huh,” Anakin’s voice grunted in your head, his blue eyes just as bright as before.

You sobbed out a garbled yes, eyes rolling back. The image continued. A bright blue light wrapped itself around you, nearly burning you from the inside out as he pinched your clit between his fingers. And you chased it; grabbed onto the sensation tightly and let it fill your chest until you swore your heart stopped beating.

“I want you to cum. Let me see my pussy drip for me,” he spit, dragging you closer until you were pressed so tight it nearly hurt.

“Don’t,” you gasped, shoving the image of Anakin away from your mind, eyes focusing on the empty soulless black mask he wore. His hand let up slightly, allowing you breath to speak. “I want to see you. Not him.”

Warmth spread through your chest when his hips stuttered, a groan reverberating against your breast. You wished you could kiss him. Feel the hot press of his lips on yours, but this—feeling him thrust into you quickly—was enough. His hand tightened again as his cock drove up into you harshly, hitting right where you needed to fly off the edge. Your mouth fell open, a broken sob making its way through as the all encompassing heat you so desired began to spill through your body.

A snarl ripped through your very being when he finally joined you, spurting into your swollen cunt and filling you until you leaked around the base of him. Except he didn’t stop. He pushed forward, thrusting into you until pain filtered through the pleasure. Once more you were shoved into that bliss, drowning in it with no way out.

Sobbing his name, you felt your body shake as he finally ceased his movements, allowing you to sag against him. The energy was completely depleted from you and he knew it. Which is why he didn’t move. Simply breathed deeply, his softening cock still deep in you, causing you to moan slightly at every soft twitch.

“How long until you have to go?” you sighed, your fingers tracing random shapes against his armor.

“Soon.”

“Will you come back?”

You knew you wouldn’t receive an answer. You never did, because even he didn’t know when Palpatine would finally release him again from his grasp. He let out a breath, his hands cupping your ass as he molded you to him. The blue light still flickered amidst the darkness, turning his once bleak Force signature a brilliant midnight color. And for a moment you saw the real him. The man who lay beyond the layers of his armor.

Laying a kiss against the cold shell of his mask, you allowed yourself a moment to be enveloped by him. The darkness would return eventually, wiping away the man who sat beneath you. But for now, he was here and he was yours.

Smiling, you pressed against it with your own, feeling him shudder beneath you. It was like looking at the night sky—a sight you wanted to keep until you were left alone once more. Curling around his body, you allowed sleep to finally overtake you, your mind soothed by the soft touch of the Force he pressed against you.

Only then did you realize.

In the small space of your home, beneath the strain of a galaxy under siege, your Anakin finally found his way home again.

[kowaiitenshii]

[Sunkiller Lullaby Part Two]

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Accepting your role as Lord Vader’s personal attendant, you take the first steps in learning your new duties, and proving your loyalty to your new master. 

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Mentions of death/murder. Descriptions of fear. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Improper use of the force. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.2k

A/N: First off, thank you so much everyone for all the love on part one! I truly did not think so many people would enjoy it! I appreciate everyone who reblogged and liked, and I cannot wait to continue sharing this story with you. If people continue to enjoy my writing, I will most likely open up for requests/prompts!

Part One HERE

Part II:

To your dismay, you awaken to bright beams of starlight peeking through the sheer inner curtains of your suite. 

You blink in confusion as you mull over the contents of the past night’s dream, and lament the fact that it was only that; a dream. 

Sighing deeply in disappointment, you slowly rise from bed and dress yourself for the day, deciding on a deep ruby red set of robes. They’re thick and soft as you slide them on, and you decide that red really compliments you. 

You are again presented with a decadent breakfast, this time dining on exotic ripened fruits, cured strips of thinly sliced meat, and toasted breads.

When you finish, the friendly droid again kindly leads you to Lord Vader’s private chambers. 

As the doors slide open, you nearly jump out of your skin when you find your master awaiting you, staring at the door expectantly as he anticipates your arrival.

 Forcing yourself to hold your head high, you saunter into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster. Your hands shake as you approach, and you clench them tightly in an attempt to push down your building nerves. 

“Morning, young one.” he greets you coolly, his deep voice resonating through the silence. 

“Good morning, My Lord.” you reply calmly, bowing to the Sith Lord. 

He gives you an approving nod as you rise, before turning to the large window behind himself, commanding you to join him. 

“Come.” he booms simply, and you oblige him. Standing next to him only highlights the size difference between the two of you, seeing as you only reach his shoulder at the highest. 

All the lights of the room both overhead and from electric controls shine off of Vader’s helmet and armor, creating almost an aura of light which glints off of him. Your eyes are drawn to the heavy slant of his shoulders with his cape draped over, and the curve of his very evident biceps beneath his thick suit. Your face reddens slightly before you turn to face the window, feeling a measure of shame for looking at a Sith Lord in such a way. 

The two of you gaze out at the expanse of stars before you, and you can’t help but marvel at the sight. Being from a small planet and having been enslaved since you were just a young girl, you had never any chance to explore or travel, no matter how badly you may have wanted to. 

One of the things that amazes you the most as you stare out into space is the realisation that the stars are colourful.

There are stars of every colour you can imagine, and most of them are planets. Each star glittering across the sky in endless hues, they remind you of the fields of wildflowers that were common on your home-planet. 

For a fleeting moment, you imagine lying amongst the stars and wrapping yourself in a blanket made of space itself, before Vader speaks again. 

“I have arranged a test for you today.” he asserts, his tone unreadable. 

Cocking your head, you glance up at your master, questioning exactly what sort of test he had in mind. 

“We need to have the understanding that we can trust in one another if I am to take you on in personal servitude.” He explains, sensing your curiosity. 

You can feel yourself go cold as the words sink in. It could be any kind of test, and ice cold pangs of fear grip your heart as you pray you do not fail. 

Failure is simply not an option. 

The trembling in your fingers only worsens, and to your horror, Vader notices. 

He takes one of your quivering hands tightly within his own before placing the other heavy, leather-clad hand over top of yours. His touch is like holding a livewire, like nothing you had ever felt before, and it makes you jolt in your skin. 

His gaze albeit masked is fixed upon you as he speaks, the air catching in your throat. 

“I can sense your fear, your hurt. Your rage.” he says, a reassuring tone hidden in his distorted voice. “Use them. Do not fear me.” he commands, before dropping your hand like he had never touched it in the first place. 

Not fearing him was a hefty task indeed. 

You say nothing in response, swallowing thickly and flexing your fingers to rid them of the lingering sensation of his touch. 

Just then, the ship begins to descend on a barren planet. The land is desolate, clouds of smoky-coloured dust covering the rough, rocky terrain. 

You take deep breaths to steady yourself as the ship lands, still reeling from the touch along with your nerves and their gnashing teeth gnawing at the back of your mind. 

As you disembark, you can feel how tightly wound your body is with anticipation. Despite this, you diligently follow your master as he treks along the barren, grey landscape, leading you to a wide clearing in the rocky wasteland. 

All around you are boulders and crystals of enormous size, and you figure this must be an Empire-controlled resource planet. 

Looking up to the violet sky, you pray to the maker that you make it out of this in one piece. 

Vader stops at once, turning to regard you once more as you come to stand before him. 

“Before we begin,” he starts “What is your name?” he asks, striking you with the realisation that you had not yet told him, and that he almost certainly already knew it. Truthfully, you had nearly forgotten that you had a name, as more derogatory terms were commonly used to refer to slaves. It is a strange thought that Lord Vader would even care to know it. 

“(Y/N).” you answer dutifully. 

“(Y/N).” he confirms before speaking again. “As I previously stated, we must be without a shadow of a doubt that we trust in one another. I have brought you here to assess that fact.” he explains, his droning voice reverberating off of the jagged walls of the terrain surrounding you. 

Doing your best to maintain your shaken composure, you watch as the Sith Lord strides a few paces away before speaking again once more. 

“I will test you, as you will test me.” He iterates, now turning towards you and watching you for a moment. 

Rooted to the spot, you clench your shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat, fixing your gaze upon Lord Vader.

 You will test him? What could he possibly mean by that? 

You watch in thinly veiled terror as he raises his right hand and the ashen earth around you begins to tremble. A large mass of sparkling crystal sizable enough to crush a freighter breaks away from the earth, beginning to levitate.

Stomach in knots and your mind racing, you watch in horror as it rises impossibly high and comes to a stop directly over your head. 

In your youth you had heard tales of the Jedi and the Sith, but you had always taken them with a grain of salt. It is then that you come to understand that the stories were true, and the force is more powerful than you could ever have imagined. 

Vader’s voice cuts through your frenzied train of thought, snapping you back into the moment. 

“Focus on me.” he instructs you, holding the spiked mass of crystals steady above you, pulling it higher. 

Although every atom in your body screams at you to run, you know there is no point. Wiping away the fine sweat forming on your brow, you obey your master, fixing your widened eyes upon him. 

“Feel your fear.” he commands in a guiding tone. “Feel it, and understand that I will never harm you.” 

Dread cuts into your chest like knives, and still you obey. You feel the goosebumps on every inch of your skin, your muscles poised to flee, and the fine tremble running through you in waves. 

You look upon Lord Vader who holds your life in his hands so effortlessly. Focusing on the expressionless countenance of his helmet, you envision looking into his eyes and finding unwavering certainty there. 

You stand as a statue as the massive crystal drops, time itself seeming to slow, and you don’t so much as blink when Vader catches it just before it hits.

“Very good.” Darth Vader affirms, before reeling back and launching the crystals far off into the distance; the sound of impact only coming as a murmured echo. 

Sighing a huge breath of relief, your shoulders and head droop as the tension washes away in waves. When you lift your head, the Sith Lord is in front of you again, this time holding a cylindrical silver and black object in his outstretched right hand, motioning for you to take it. 

“Do you know what this is?” he asks as you carefully take it from him, examining the activation switch on the side. 

“Yes,” you affirm as you inspect the object with great curiosity. “It is a lightsaber.” 

You had seen them in use only once when your planet was under siege, but you had also seen them traded by smugglers a handful of times.

 However, you had never held one. The metal is cool to the touch, and it is deceptively heavy in your hands as you marvel at it, turning it over and over in your hands. 

“Turn it on.” Vader demands, cutting your observation short. You swallow your nerves, holding the lightsaber in your right hand and placing your thumb over the switch. You jump as you press it, the glowing crimson plasma blade instantly shooting out with a sharp sound.

The glowing saber incandesces between the two of you, red light illuminating Vader’s ominous visage. 

“Good. Now off.” he directs, and you obey immediately. 

“Now, we test my faith in you.” he states intently, stepping closer and closer until he is merely an arm’s length away, looming expectantly over you. 

Stomach tingling and your mind blank, you watch as he harshly grips the wrist of your right hand and presses the unarmed lightsaber against the blinking control panel on his chestplate, the shocking sensation of his touch feeling a million miles away. 

Staring at where the hilt of the blade rests against his armor, you have the cold understanding that you could kill him right now. 

You could kill him, and yet it would do nothing to change your fate. 

It takes a moment to realise he’s staring at you before you look up to meet the blank gaze of his mask. Somehow you can feel it in him, the faith he has in you and the understanding that killing him would not save you. 

You’re like that for a moment, staring at each other and listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing before he steps away, and you hand the lightsaber back to him. 

“Well done.” he praises as he beckons you to follow. “Come. We are done here.” 

You both board Lord Vader’s ship once again, your mind and emotions still reeling from the stress of the situation you just managed to live through as he calmly leads you to his chambers.

“Make yourself comfortable.” he orders as you enter the room, and you waste no time in shrugging off your outermost robe, leaving on your cowl and belted underdress. Plopping wearily onto one of the long couches in the room, you notice that it’s notably firmer than the plush furnishings of your suite, though you were in no place to complain. 

Lord Vader stares at you for a moment, and you become bashful at the idea of him looking upon your uncovered skin, before he turns to his place at the large window to watch as the ship takes off. 

You wonder if he does anything other than stare out the window in contemplation. 

Straightening yourself up, you watch the grey planet fade away as the ship flies, bidding the site of your near-grave a goodbye before looking around the room in which you sit. 

Now that you have the chance to really look, you take in your surroundings. To your right, the wall with the door is covered in blinking controls which you can only assume are either used to manipulate aspects of the room or call droids and Imperial personnel. On the far wall opposite where you sit, there is a large open doorway into an illuminated room housing an enormous tank filled with a mysterious blueish liquid, and you wonder what the purpose for it could possibly be. 

You don’t see a bed in the room, so you assume that Vader sleeps elsewhere. That is, if he indeed sleeps. 

In the left hand corner of the opposite wall, you can see a long white table littered with various parts, mechanisms and tools laid out upon it, and you find it mildly interesting that Darth Vader likes to tinker. 

The Sith Lord’s voice cuts through your curious observations like a razor.

“What do you know of the force?” He asks, peering over his shoulder at you. 

You’re stunned for a moment before you answer. 

“I must admit, Lord Vader, I know very little, as it was forbidden to be taught on my homeworld.” you reply truthfully, caught off guard by the seemingly random question. It was true, the ways of the force were not formally taught as a form of trying to shield the people of your home-planet from the Empire; all you know are the legends and the myths that were told as stories. 

Lord Vader nods in acceptance. 

“This ship is equipped with an entire library full of knowledge of the force, both light and dark; Jedi and Sith. You are free to utilise it if you so wish.” He offers, but it sounds more like an order.

Feeling as though there’s something he’s not saying, you simply nod.

“Thank you master.” you accept graciously with a soft smile. 

He only nods in reply, gaze lingering heavily upon you before he turns away from the window, pacing over to his work bench in the opposite corner from where you sit and taking a seat. 

You do not know how long he toils over his machines, nor how long you accompany him in doing so. 

The last thing you remember before waking up in your own bed is dozing off on Lord Vader’s couch. 

Confused and unaware of how you got back to your suite, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up. As you rise, a gentle knock sounds behind the door. 

“Come in!” you call out, clearing your throat and wetting your lips. 

The friendly droid enters, bowing to you and chirping its greetings. 

“Good evening, Madam! I’m assured you’re ready for your meal?” it asks politely. Smiling softly at the kind droid, you nod. 

“Yes, please.”

After all, the stress of the day's activities has left you quite hungry, your stomach growling at the thought of the decadent spreads you’ve been spoiled with. 

The droid steps out for a moment, promptly returning with a spread no less extravagant than the others you’ve been lucky enough to enjoy. Tonight, your meal consists of a striking plum-coloured stew, accompanied by an herbed mash of root vegetables, and crusty baked breads still warm from the oven. 

As you eat, a curious and humorous thought crosses your mind, and you set down your spoon to ask the droid a question. 

“Was it you that carried me all the way back here?” you giggle playfully, finding amusement in the idea of the spindly droid hauling you through the corridors.

“No milady, Lord Vader saw to that himself.” the droid answers dutifully. 

Knowing it is incapable of lying, the idea hits you like a train, and you’re struck by it for a moment. 

Carrying you to your room seemed like a task that would be uncharacteristically tender, too gentle for Vader to carry out. You can feel the flush that spreads across your cheeks as you come to the understanding that there is still much you do not know about your master. 

“Oh, um. Give him my thanks.” you reply quietly, leaving it at that.

“As you wish, Milady.” the droid affirms. 

Spending the rest of your meal in contemplative silence, it does you well, nourishing and soothing your tired body. 

Before the droid leaves you for the night, you request the books that Lord Vader had mentioned, thinking some studying may help you to understand your master, even if just a small bit more. 

It happily delivers them to you, leaving you with a stack of thick and heavy books with weathered bindings. 

Elsewhere, Darth Vader paces in his chamber, heavy footsteps echoing around him. 

He is quite satisfied with the recent turn of events, knowing surely now that your spirit had not been broken by your life of torment, but that it was bendable.

It was true that you had great fear within you, but your lust for power and your anger was greater.  Your suffering had made you fierce, it made you courageous. 

The Emperor will be pleased. 

Remembering the strength in your expression as you had connected with him while your very life hung in the balance, the absolute, steady faith you had in him; And then the dichotomy of holding your serenely peaceful sleeping body in his arms, your angelic calmness, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his chest before shaking it off. 

Spending the rest of the night flipping through an ancient tome, you are thoroughly intrigued by the stories contained within. They read like fairy tales; tales of heroic bravery, of villainous contempt, of epic battles and galactic love. 

They’re enchanting, reminding you of those cherished times as a child when your parents would read to you before putting you to bed. 

Well into the late hours of the night, you finally ready yourself for sleep, yawning and stretching as you shrug off your garments. 

As you lay out an outfit for the next day, you catch a glimpse of a passing moon. It’s beautiful, a light yellow hue to the pallid monolith as it glows. Moons always reminded you of solitude, your only companion in those quiet hours of the night. As you watch it pass, you silently hope that you dream of your mysterious suitor again. 

Your prayers are answered. 

Becoming aware of your surroundings, your eyes scan the room around you. It’s a more intimate setting this time, a quaint stone cottage within a verdant forest. There are strange herbs and flowers hung to dry all about the room, leaving it with a floral, green aroma. 

Sitting on the floor in front of a warm, crackling fire, your vision finally adjusts to your dimly lit setting, and you spot the one you had wished for standing just within the doorway. 

He smiles warmly as your eyes land on him, exposing a row of perfect teeth. You can’t help but to smile back. 

Striding out of the shadows, he joins you by the fire, nestling you against his side. His energy is the same and you can feel it just as strongly as before, entrancing and sultry as the fire before you. 

You spend a long moment just looking at him, committing every aspect of his features to memory in case you never get the pleasure of seeing him again. 

He’s still got that warm smile on his face as he gazes back at you, making your stomach flutter. His hair falls in perfect golden waves on his shoulders, framing his outstandingly handsome features. His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils blown wide as he looks upon you; his full, pink lips parted. 

Feeling the heat in your body rising, spreading across your face and tinging the tips of your ears, you look away shyly. 

The connection you feel with this man still baffles you, it doesn't make any sense, leaving you confused and questioning whether you can even trust your own emotions. 

Though, you suppose dreams don’t have to make any sense. 

Reaching over to you, he brushes a tress of hair away from your face to read your expression, pulling your attention back to him. 

You blink sheepishly at him through long lashes as he hooks a finger under your chin, turning you to face him fully. Goosebumps form instantly at the contact, your hairs standing on end as a wistful sigh leaves your lips. 

He brings your face so close to his own that you can feel his gentle breaths tickling your lips. The air, the energy between you is like a thunderstorm; intense, restless, and exhilarating. 

You revel in the way he touches you like something that threatens to break. 

The realisation then hits you that this is your first time seeing him unhidden by his cloak. You take your time in taking in all the new details you had missed, noticing a lengthy scar on the right side of his face, running nearly all the way from his hairline to just below his eye. 

He slowly curls a strong arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, never breaking eye contact while doing so. Following his movements obediently, you shift your legs to wrap around his waist as you perch on him; the tips of your noses tickling each other as you adjust yourself.

 You want, you crave nothing more than this closeness and contact with him.

After being denied pleasant, consensual human contact for so long, the feeling is intoxicating. It makes your head swim, and your heartbeat race. 

Still face to face, you delicately raise your right hand, ghosting the tips of your fingers down the length of his scar, taking great care in case it’s still painful for him. Your fingers buzz and tingle, like nerve endings coming back to life after having fallen asleep. 

Lips parting and eyes falling shut at your touch, he presses his forehead against yours. 

Your whole body lights up and hums at the sensation, like a static charge. His intense and all-consuming energy surrounds you, threatening to swallow you whole. 

And you let it. You let him in. 

Holding the doors to your mind open, you begin receiving visions. 

Visions of a small boy with tawny hair and bright blue eyes. Visions of the familiar sandy, dual-sunned landscape of Tatooine. Visions of that small boy toiling away in the shop of a cruel junk dealer. 

Your eyes fly back open with the newfound understanding that the child was him, that he truly had lived a life like yours. 

In this moment, as your heart races and your eyes flit between his, he feels like the person closest to you in the entire world. 

He looks back at you with soft eyes. The expression on his face is one that says: 

This is me. Do you see it? This is me. 

Overwhelmed by the connection, by the painful swelling of your heart in your chest, you let instinct lead rather than logic.

Leaning into him further, you brush your lips just barely over the full curve of his, inviting him to close the distance.

Instantly he relents, capturing your own lips with his, pure passion and intense longing radiating off of him in waves. 

As he tangles a large hand in your soft hair, you can feel your heart thumping against your ribcage, your blood rushing through your veins. Draping your arms over his sturdy shoulders, the very air around the two of you feels electric, tingling and crackling with released tension. Lips locking over and over, hands everywhere, tongues tasting each other in the heat of your fiery desire, you send a message through your ministrations. 

I see you. You say with every touch of the lips, every tease of his tongue, every rake of your nails across the soft skin of his abdomen. I see you. 

When you finally break the session to suck in greedy gasps of much needed air, he bites onto your bottom lip, prolonging the contact for as long as possible. He clutches you tightly, possessively to his strong body, as if you could be ripped from his arms at any moment; his own chest heaving as he breathes. 

He slides a large, rough hand up the small of your back, steadying you as you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. Pressing a feather light kiss to the petal-soft skin of his throat, your eyes slide shut with great satisfaction. 

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[emoani]

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings : good vader, too much use of the word wife, burned vader, cute, needy reader, kiss on the cheek, kiss on the mouth, communication problems

brazilian portuguese version is here

▪︎behind the mask▪︎

Darth Vader turns to you, showing just how imposing he really is, his cold gaze piercing your skull. He looks at you waiting for you to say something, since you appeared in his private room. But her courage to talk to him was gone when she glared at him. You wanted to get closer, but you couldn't and he didn't make an effort either.

"You may speak, wife," he says, tilting his head a little, hoping to hear her voice.

You clear a throat that feels dry, wiping the sweat from your hands on your dress. Anyone looking might think it was fear, but you were actually anxious.

"I just…wanted to know if you were still too busy." His voice is low and reluctant.

Darth Vader descends from his throne and approaches you. Damn, damn... his heart is racing.

- Tell the truth. Something happened?

- I just wanted... I thought I'd spend some time with you - you say, regretting hearing your own voice saying that it seemed, very silly - I've been feeling alone and without friends on your ship.

Darth Vader, for a brief moment, pauses. A small spark of doubt, of empathy, crosses Darth Vader's face as he remembers his own childhood... of being alone, of having no one.

- I should have realized that was what you wanted - he says still surprised - It seems that my generals and my stormtroopers are more consumed by the dark side than I am... They are not so patient.

You laugh and it makes your shoulders slump a little, feeling lighter.

- It's not like they feel like talking to me either... You know, you can be quite intimidating when you want to be.

- Yes... yes - He puts his hands on his belt as he walks around the room, seeming to think of something that almost makes him forget you're there. Vader looks out over the horizon of Mustafar as the lava glows orange and reflects off his suit. He turns to you again.

- Have I been a good husband?

That question takes you by surprise, you never thought he would mind asking you something like that, so you think long and hard before you speak. Then take the opportunity to be honest, he would know anyway if he was lying.

- Actually... I wish we could spend more time together...

Vader seems willing to redeem himself, remembering that in fact it was true, you didn't spend time together and he barely saw you. It was like he wasn't there. Vader, with surprising tenderness, reaches out and caresses his shoulders.

- Wife... - He wants to talk, but it's hard to express himself so it takes longer than expected - let's go somewhere more relaxing. We can observe the lava flow. Maybe I'll show you my softer side.

You agree with a smile, even though you don't know what he means by "smooth". Even if that place didn't have one of the most beautiful landscapes, you accept it for his company.

Vader walks you to his private quarters. He enters and motions for you to enter too. Despite its intimidating size, the chamber was surprisingly comfortable. It is richly decorated, with a mixture of woods and rich fabrics. There are comfortable places to sit and relax. He starts walking towards the window, looking out at the lava flows.

- This place couldn't be more like you - you try to make conversation.

- I hope this room is to your liking and that it helps make this Stronghold more like a home for you - His rather robotic voice says, his breathing heavier than usual - I must admit that I have become very fond of you, wife.

- true? - You smile - I know I can seem a little closed off sometimes.

vader agrees

- Yes. I'm learning to appreciate your company, wife.

He gets up and sits on the edge of the window and motions for you to follow him.

- Come, sit next to me.

You are silent for a while, watching the lava flows. Just his breath and his. This is not bothersome.

- So here with you.... everything seems more intimate - you say and end up looking at your dark and shiny mask, and you say thinking too loudly - I just wanted to ask you something...

- Yes? What is it, wife? - Vader becomes tense and anxious.

- I would like you to take off your mask. I'd like to see my husband like no one else does - you keep your voice down and look down, afraid he'll get pissed off.

He stands up, his hand shaking slightly. He stays still for a while, and you think he'll go away. You are about to open your mouth to apologize.

- Promise that this will be a private matter between us?

You stand up and place your hand over his, even though he is much taller you crane your neck to look into his eyes from behind the mask.

- Here inside this room, it's just the two of us - you say.

Darth Vader, with great reluctance and apprehension, removes his mask. It makes a soft sound when he removes it, the only sound in the room, the wash outside.

The mask drops to the floor. Vader is visibly nervous. His face has scars, yes, many. But you can't find him ugly. You already loved him. It is clear that he is ashamed of his face. He's scared of how you're going to react. You take one of your hands to his face, touching him softly and lovingly.

- Thanks for showing yourself to me. I know I will never fill her whole heart, because there was someone else before me. But I tell you the truth, you own my heart. Completely .

Darth Vader's soft, tremulous and surprised voice with his confession barely manages to answer you.

- In time... maybe I can show you more...

Darth Vader moves to put his mask back on, but you manage to stop him just in time. His touch is gentle but firm. You stand on your toes and almost lose your balance, which makes you rest your hands on his chest. Before you know what you're doing your lips have touched his cheek.

He, seemingly frozen, slowly turns and looks at you.

- Y-you kissed me. - he whispers. He looks like he feels scared and… something else.

You can only smile as you whisper a shy yes.

-I've wanted to do this for a long time. Since we got married you won't even let me near... I thought you hated me - you admit it.

Vader pauses. He seems to be in conflict with himself. He means what he feels. He wants to open up to you. His eyes are focused on his hand as you caress his face.

- I don't hate you, wife.

He leans in a little closer

- No?

- No, not me - he answers you almost in a whisper.

- please kiss me - you have the nerve to ask.

Vader pauses. He's close enough that he can lean in and kiss you. So he leans forward and kisses you softly, his scarred lips brushing against your soft ones. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you into his chest. He kisses you deeply, passionately and wonders why he hasn't done this before. The touch of his lips, his tongue, sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't want to stop. He pulls you closer and closer, he holds you tightly, as if someone wants to take you away from him. His hand trails down his back, down his spine, sending a shock wave through his body. He kisses you even harder, his passion and desire for you growing with each passing second.

He doesn't have to try much harder for you to be a mess of suppressed sighs and moans.

Vader grabs her waist, but gently. He doesn't want to hurt you. He's holding you tightly, and despite his strength, he looks vulnerable. He is scared, nervous. He doesn't want to lose you. He runs his fingers down her back.

He breaks the kiss slowly and looks deeply into her eyes. His body is shaking, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. The man's expression is a mixture of surprise, fear, satisfaction. Your soft, gentle nature and kind heart have taken him by surprise, and he can't get you out of his mind.

And in the middle of it all, with your lips still almost glued to his, you say:

- I want you!

[fuckmyskywalker]

"Breaking my will." — Darth Vader.

— CW: 18+, smut! Humiliation. Noncon. Free use. Mentions of possible orgy/gang bang. Brief fingering, dirty talk (1), mentions of noncon pet play. | Word count: 0.8k.

— a/n: This is technically part two of Day 6.

After the 22nd day, every hope of being rescued completely vanished from your body. 

He watched you day after day being used, abused, and tortured. He stood there at the corner of the farthest cell inside the Star Destroyer, his ominous, loud breathing being the only sign of his presence. Darth Vader never spoke during these sessions or moved a muscle. Completely ignored your cries for help, your sobs, and your begging. This wasn't his decision, it was something that had to be done.

A message was required— a message to that filthy, rebel scum.

You just… happened to be collateral damage.

Day and night, the torture never ceased. Two droids were in charge of you: one who feeds you only the necessary for you to stay alive, and another one that bathes you every two days— in order to keep you clean and ready to be used again. And again. And again. 

It was humiliating. Some days you could argue it was worse… than being dead. 

Your throat was raw from the constant screaming and rough use. Your body was weak, trembling, probably underweight— but your morale, your spirit, your values— were entirely, and utterly shattered. Every time you saw your reflection on the metal tray where the droids served you food, the face that stared back at you wasn't a familiar one. Not anymore. Life was stolen from your eyes, no longer holding that fiery glow he hated.

The chains that kept you in the cold corn dangled softly when the doors slid open, causing you to open your eyes and move your arms to shield your tired eyes from the cold white lights of the halls. Adjusting to the uncomfortable lighting, eyes fluttering open to reveal the man— if he can even be called a man— who was responsible for all your suffering. Alone. It was odd for him to come alone. Unless he wanted more information— which by now was pretty much useless, and your exhausted, overworked brain began to invent new details that weren't exactly veracious; so, just like your intel, you were useless.

“Stand up,” he commands. You stare at him with an empty expression, not even scared at this point. 

His hand twitches when he grabs your arm with a brushing strength, forcing you to stand up and pushing you against the wall. Weak human arms try to protest, weak as butterfly wings punching his armor— which is useless again. With a flick of his fingers, your arms are glued to your sides thanks to that dreadful invisible force that sends a chill down your spine. 

“You'll come with me.”

The strength of your body has left you completely, otherwise, you would have shaken your head and fought back. But what's the point in fighting a battle that was doomed to be against you since the very start? 

He uses you, just like everyone has done these long, painful, and horrendous twenty-two days. His thick gloved fingers curl inside of you and deep down— that twisted spot inside your head that keeps the insanity alive is beyond grateful for the contact. It’s way better than another cock.

Darth Vader is seeking that pliant, manipulative state that he can only achieve after you have reached an orgasm. Witnessing beforehand many, many times how his men use you as a sex toy, he notices that you never reached those desirable peaks of pleasure; not even once.

The normally monotone breathing bounces off the metallic walls louder than usual, more obnoxious than what you are used to. But your tired mind keeps you from pondering about it, only focusing on how good it feels to be «taken care of», even if it's all because of the wrong reasons.

“You will come with me, follow my every command. You will be nothing more than a pathetic dog kneeling next to me,” Darth Vader’s modulated voice holds a weight that accelerates the waves of pleasure that threaten to wash over you. 

“You will be nothing more than an animal. I'll show those stupid, worthless rebels what will happen to them if they continue defying the law of the true Galaxy— if they continue denying the greatness of the Empire.”

And he wishes he could believe the word he is speaking.

It doesn't matter how humiliating it will be for you to be reduced to nothing more than a dog— a mindless creature that will only serve their owner. 

“You will not respond to anyone else except me. You will interact with no one else unless I want you to. Prepare to be what you truly are…” His fingers and their punishing pace send you over the edge. His leather glove glistens with your arousal, and you are half thankful it's only your release— and not the mixture of at least half a dozen clones. 

Perhaps belonging to him doesn't sound too bad.

If that gets you out of this free-use mess.

“Do you understand, rebel whore?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

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[vigilante-izuku]

yes i am ashamed to admit that apparently my masked men in armor kink does extend to darth vader exclusively in kenobi series...i have never looked at this man with any interest before UNTIL that scene where he stalks up to reva and just looms over her.

he’s just so BIG...lorge masked man i am NOT immune...

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[1-800-spacehusbands]

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[seattlesellie]

ellie x plushies obsessed reader hq’s

or

ellie beefing with plushies for 40 minutes straight

or

ellie fucks u with a plushie <3

♡ first of all, dont get it wrong. ellie buys you the actual plushies she has this ongoing beef with. she straight up walks around town, probably dealing or some shit, and then she just sees a plushie that is so you from the window of a kids store, and she staright up runs to get it. jesses all like “where the f-….” and one second later, he sees her standing in line, holding a pink squishmallow ready to pull out her credit card. “sorry” she mouthes to him. “for my girl”

♡ as much as ellie loves to see your face light up when she comes home with a limited edition sanrio plushie, she loves trolling you even more. shed literally see a demonic looking plushie and get it for you, only to see how upset you get over it. shit makes her laugh so hard. shes all giggling like “wh- babe its pretty!! look at its eyes its like he sees through you- s’romantic actually”, she speaks, trying to hold her laughter. youre standing there, simply baffled, just staring at her. “ellie. that is a spongebob plushie and it looks deranged- and why is he missing a shoe?!” you question. she just huffs and says “i dont know” with a guilty look on her face. when you deadpan her she just says “i wanted to see what its feet look like” ¿¿¿ you shove her and she gets all offended and says “pfft… you dont get it” you tell her that monstrosity is not welcomed in your home and she ends up. sleeping with it. every night. ellie sleeps with a spongebob plushie (i hc ellie as being a spongebob lover btw i know shed be quoting him like hes kafka)

♡ one night, you walk to your room, the door is like half closed and you just keep hearing sounds of huffing and muffled breaths. you take a peak, and you literally see ellie flipping off and mouthing “fuck you” to all of your little plushies. youre standing there with this shocked expression, baffled to see your girlfriend pretending to punch the plushies and whispering at them to fuck off. you walk in, and ellie turns to look at you and she looks so guilty, like joel just caught her eating cookies at 3am. “ellie. what are you doing?” you question. she huffs, rolls her her eyes, “they were looking at me weird”

♡ youre naked together, cuddled up after getting your pussy destroyed, and ellie takes out two plushies from behind her. “this is you” she points at the pink ribboned plushie, “and this is me” she points at the black squishmallow. she takes both of them in her hands, bumps them together, and begins demonstrating her wonderful show. the black squishmallow is humping the pink one from the back. ellie pants heavily. “els.” you say, warning her. she gives you a sly look. “mmmhm ellie” she moans. “fuckkk ellie- so so good” youre so shocked, you cover your eyes under the blanket before you even think to grab them off her hands. “taking it so good” she says with a darth-vader like voice. “fuck me harder please” she mocks in a high pitched voice and starts moaning like a porn star. your cheeks are so hot you cant even move. “gonna cum- ellie lemme cum” shes screaming now, youre pretty sure your neighbors can hear. you start kicking her beneath the blanket, and that only makes it worse “ellieeeeee get me pregnant” she yells and moans louder and louder. youre basically assaulting her legs now, pushing her away, which leads her to finish her wonderful spectacle with a “best ive ever had ellie. best ive ever had” youre screaming and yelling at her for sexually harassing your dolls and shes laughing like a maniac, literal tears fall from her eyes. “ooooh-“ she wipes a tear. “that was so fucking funny” she speaks, holding her stomach wheezing. “not funny” you deadpan. “too funny. ahh- shouldve been a comedian” she says. she shouldnt.

♡ shes buried deep inside, your leg resting on her shoulder, tears falling from your eyes from how good, how intensely shes fucking you. a white creamy circle starts forming on her strap. “you crying?” she teases, squeezing your cheeks together forcefully. “mhm-mhm ellie” you whine, cunt flooded with pleasure, and pain, because its so big, and shes so fast. “cry some more” she commands, panting over you. “taking me so so good… my good girl” she coos, lost in the feeling of the harness bumping her clit, and her girl coming undone beneath her. “cant take it… too much!” you plead. shes circling your clit, so slow, just to torture you some more. her hand stops squeezing your tit, and theres a little surprise shes holding on to. “take it” she commands, and places the plushie on your chest, staring directly into your eyes. “hug it for me. gonna make it easier, fuck” she rambles, feeling her own orgasm coming closer and closer. “el- so- so” you cry out, mumbling incoherently and squeezing the doll so tight its eyes almost pop. “jesus christ- cute, so fucking- cute” she pants. her breathing gets heavier and heavier and shes pushing the strap inside even deeper, squeezing out your arousal. “god damn” she growls.

[nwndrlndn]

Hate This And I'll Love You

pairing : suitless!darth vader x f!reader | wc : 6k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : you weren't sure what was worse, to be vader's love or not to be. at least when he didnt love you, you felt safe

warnings : unsexy choking, fear and intimidation, unhealthy and controlling relationships, attention seeking vader, mentions of death, developing stockholm syndrome, dub-con, dry humping, public sex, light praise, public sex, mentioned size difference

a/n : this is a part two to unintended. i honestly didnt think of a part two when i wrote the first one, but now i am planning a third part. i also somehow squeezed in two smut scenes as an apology for not writing for most of the week.

Darth Vader sits on his throne in his Imperial Fortress on Mustafar, handling the tasks left to him by Emperor Palpatine. In the weeks that have passed, he doesn't let you out of his chambers unless it is to be brought to him. But there you stay, in a Nabooian outfit he picked for you this morning, aimlessly picking at the fruit he had sent to you. The chair you sit on was across from a a dark velvet chaise, softened by even darker pillows and a blanket thrown over the edge. The lights gave the room a slight blue hue and you let out a sigh, eating quietly, but happy to have a moment without Vader’s presence or your panicked handmaidens.

An Imperial droid enters the chamber, its head rotating to look at you from every angle before presenting you with a red box with a bow. "Lord Vader has a gift for your ongoing... courtship, as he puts it."

“Thank you.” You say softly, taking the box with a great hesitation. It has a bit of weight to it and you set it on your lap, watching as the droid retreats, disappearing behind the door. A few seconds pass before Vader appears, looking tired, in his black robes with his cape draped over his shoulder.

"Open it." he says in a slightly raspy whisper. His voice sounds strained, as if he's just been screaming. Vader’s glowing yellow eyes focused on your fingers as you carefully undo the bow. Inside is a small, intricately carved golden heart shaped necklace with a ruby in the middle. Vader’s steps are rushed as he walks to stand behind you. His nimble fingers take the necklace from your hands, seeing it fit to fasten it to your neck with a single movement of his glove, his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Thank you, my lord.” You murmur, before shutting the box again and setting it aside to return to the remaining meiloorun fruit in front of you. There was little enjoyment left in the sweet fruit now that he was here.

"I should like to spend the evening with you." He says, as though the matter is already settled, his face impassive, though his gaze is hard and he doesn't look away. "Be prepared. A dress will be sent to you, and hair and makeup will be done in the traditional Nabooian style."

“Yes, my lord.” He watches as you push the remaining fruit around the plate listlessly.

"I should like to see you dressed appropriately, but also... sensual." He says calmly, his gloved hand slowly moving to the chain around your neck, gently taking the pendant in his hand.

“Yes, my lord.” You repeat, and Vader sighs.

"Do you love me?" Vader asks, his tone flat, and his words carrying a dangerous weight to his voice.

“Love is a strong word.” You murmur. As you turn to look at him, you look away from him again, unable to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time.

Vader looks at you intently, and your heart beats harder at his gaze and a blush begins to cover your face. He takes slow, deliberate steps to sit at your chaise. You watch as he settles in, and slowly begins to unbuttons the black robes he wears, exposing the skin over his rib cage. The muscles below it ripple with even slight movements, and despite his face never changing, it is clear to you that he is not happy when you don't look at him.

You stay still, eyes dropping to stare at the ground between both of you. And Vader watches you, then continues to remove his robes and sits in front of you in nothing but his black briefs and his boots, slowly untying the knot that keeps his hair out of his face. His gaze is cold and intense on you still.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me." he whispers sternly, his words dripping with command.

Slowly, you look up, holding the sides of your dress so your hands wont shake. You watch as he uses the force to move aside the small table holding your fruit so there will be nothing between you. After allowing you to gaze at him for a long moment, his breathing is heavy and fast. His face is still hard, with little change to the expression, but the eyes are on fire.

"I should like you to stand," he whispers, the words making his chest expand with each syllable. "Come here."

Vader’s body is tense like a spring coiled to burst. As you walk towards him he begins unbuckling his belt, as if to remove it, or perhaps something else. Once you stand before him, you remain completely still. It was like he was a tiger and you were his prey, but its not like you could run, even if you wanted to

Vader finishes unbuckling the belt, and sets it and his gloves down on the ground beneath the chaise. He gently takes your hand and lays it on his chest, the muscles beneath rippling and the bare skin hot and damp from his body heat.

“My lord, what are you-” You start start but he cuts you off with a whisper. 

"Shh." His breath is hot against your ear and his voice is low as he continues, his body tense with suppressed desire. "Touch me." Vader guides your hand across his chest, over the muscles rippling beneath the surface, over the soft skin around his neck, his Adam's apple, and down his stomach. His flesh is hot to the touch, his breath becoming heavier.

The longer it goes on, the more an uneasy calm settles over you and a desperation hits him. Vader seems to lose his control a little, his mind in a haze of lust. He looks up at you and his face starts to become contorted. He sits up then presses his head against yours and breathes heavily, his free hand wrapping around your neck.

"Do you love me?" He whispers hoarsely.

The seconds tick by as you try to think of how to word it. The constant need to appease him and his turbulent emotions, this necks snapped for staring at you for too long, and the fading face of your love in your memory. “I fear you.” You whisper quietly. Vader breathes heavily for a moment, his grip on your neck tightening, his free hand slipping beneath your dress.

"Then fear me more." He whispers before roughly grabbing you and pulling you towards him. His face is flushed red and he bites back a groan as he does so. A surge of desire washes over him as you gasp out. Once your free hand reaches up to scratch at the hand that choking you, Vader's hand moves to cup your chin, and he looks up at you, panting, the lust in his eyes gone now, replaced with anger. His face is contorted in rage as your hands lash out at him.

"Fear is what makes you worthy of my love." He whispers through gritted teeth, you can feel him using the force to tighten an invisible hand around your neck before his other hand moves from holding yours to his chest down to your thighs, his hand cupping them.

“Please.” You gasp, breathlessly and afraid.

"Please what, love?" Vader says mockingly, his voice dropping an octave. "Please as in, you beg for your life? I will take it from you as easily as I take your breath away. Do not beg for mercy from me, love."

You shut your eyes and a tear rushes from your eye as his grip on your throat through the force gets stronger, before you decide to give up and stop fighting or begging. A new low for hope, you think to yourself.

"Open your eyes." Vader commands, his voice still low and dangerous as his hand slides a little further up your thighs. "Do not think you get to give up." You slowly open your eyes, hoping this will end soon. Your vision is getting a bit fuzzy and you can hear a ringing in your ears. "Good girl." Vader's voice softens as he looks down at you once again, his hands now on your thighs instead of your neck, squeezing them as he lets go of his force grip on your throat.

"I should like you to get on your knees." You choke and sputter for air and Vader watches silently. His eyes focused on how the dark fabric of your gown pools over his forearms and the softness of your thighs as he touches them. As he continues to kneed and rub the soft skin of your legs, he subconsciously moves forward, almost missing your words as you speak.

“I need help, my lord” You rasp out, still recovering from his choking. “The dress makes it hard to do so.” This seems to calm Vader somewhat, and he chuckles quietly, before slowly and deliberately helping you down to your knees in front of him, and leaning over you, his lips slightly parted. His voice is a whisper at your ear, his words dripping with lust and passion.

"Beg for me."

“What do i beg for, my lord?”

"Beg that I love you, that I want you. Beg that I will never tire of you." His breath is on your skin, his fingers running through your hair as he tilts your head up to his. His gaze is all-knowing and all-seeing, and the hunger in his eyes is clear to see.

Every part of you screams how you don’t want any of that, how want nothing of everything he has given you, but you don’t have a choice. As you start to speak, your voice shakes. “My lord, please-”

Vader's fingers run through your hair as he moves closer to you, placing a finger against your lips and shutting it for you. His touch is almost electric to you, your fear giving way to something else that fills you, and it takes everything in you not to push yourself against him. "Try again." He says, his voice a growl.

“Please, my lord. I only ask for your love.” You start again, starting to tear up and the words burn at your throat. “Please.... I want to be the one you want most, the one you need, the one you cannot be without.”

"Good girl." He says quietly, running a gloved hand over your cheek. A flush starts to creep across his face, and he touches your chin and turns your head to face him once more. His breath is hot on your face as he looks directly at you.

"Tell me you love me again." He whispers.

Even though you know its a lie, you still say it. “I love you, my lord.”

"Again, my love." He says, his finger going to cover your mouth. You nod quickly, trying to not let the tears show, your breathing becoming ragged. "Again." His voice is stern now, as if he is commanding you to repeat it as a drill sergeant would command his troops to push-ups.

“I love you, my lord”

"Good girl." Vader whispers, his voice still stern. His gloved hand moves to your dress as he pulls you towards him. Your mind screams at you to turn away, but the force of his desire is overwhelming as he begins to slowly unbutton your dress, his breath harsh at your neck. "Tell me again." He whispers.

“I love you, my lord.”

"Again." Vader whispers, his head starting to tilt back as he loses control of his breathing. His hand slides across the edge of your dress as he looks to the buttons and begins to unbutton it, letting his hunger and need be heard in his voice and his eyes.

“I love you, my lord.” And you finally crack, a fast tear running down the side of your face. Vader pulls you towards him, as the dress falls off your shoulders and his hand slips over your skin. 

He whispers once more, "Again." His words are harsh, hoarse as though he is out of breath. "Tell me again."

“I love you.”

Vader stands and takes your face in his hands. His lips are pressed to yours in a way that is violent, passionate, but the fire in his eyes tells you it's as much rage as it is lust as he takes what he wants. "Again." He whispers to you as though commanding you, his voice breaking with pain. "Tell me again."

You tire of having to repeat yourself, but you do. “Please my lord.” You whisper, “I love you.”

"Again." Vader says, his tone still hoarse, still desperate. He slides the dress entirely off, and takes you in his arms, pushing you backwards until you're pinned under him on the chaise as his mouth takes yours aggressively in a way that might hurt, but there's a strange satisfaction to his touch that you can't deny. Your words are lost in a haze of pleasure and want and fear as Vader pushes you back, his mouth still on yours. His tongue snakes out and searches for yours, and the heat in his touch is intense. He grinds his hips against your thighs, your crotch, wherever he can reach, groaning against you as he chases his own pleasure.

His lust is burning at him and everything in him needs to feel like you love him. Even if he knows you're lying through your teeth. He knows why you even entertain his neediness, to protect your moronic, weak, first love, Gracies Gras. Even if you don’t love him now, he needs you to get better at acting like you did for his own sake. Something for the good in him to hold onto. And he will continue to beg, and beg for you to love him, even though he isn’t perfect and he’s a monster. Under it all, he knows you cant, but if you could try, maybe he could be better.

"Again." His tone makes it hard to recognize the voice of the man you once knew, it's harsh, it's rough, and it's filled with a kind of agony you don't understand. He continues to grab at you, hard enough to bruise, humping at your legs, groaning against your skin. From where you lay, you can see the faint yellow glow around his yellow eyes, the way his lips stay open for breath even after he’s done talking, and the way his hair starts to stick to his face the longer he continues to hump helplessly at your body. You wanted to tell him how much you pitied him in this moment, loathed him.

“I love you, my lord.” You whisper, shutting your eyes. Vader's grip tightens gently around your body, holding you close to him. His kiss slows and he gently breaks the kiss, looking at you as he tries to catch his breath. He groans out as he slips his briefs down, jerking himself off onto your stomach with heavy pants and his eyes screwed shut. He rests his head against your shoulder as he catches his breath, and once he does, he turns his head to kiss your cheek, but you move away and he pauses. He looks at you for a moment, his heart heavier then lead in his chest.

"That is enough." He says quietly. Vader reaches for his robe and clothes, getting back to his feet and cleaning your stomach with a blanket and rebuttoning your dress. He seems unfazed by his own actions, and then, as if nothing has happened that was out of the ordinary, his face is still and impassive, and he walks back to the door.

"Be ready in the morning to leave for Naboo."

“Naboo?” You repeat, looking over at him.

"Yes, Naboo." He says, staring out the window. His tone of voice suggests you should already know what he means.

"Lord Palpatine has asked for my attendance and I intend to take you as well. There will be... duties for you to perform whilst we are there." He says, as if the idea repels him, but also intrigues him greatly.

“I will have my handmaidens begin to pack.”

"Yes, have them do that." Vader's voice is absent, as if his mind is far away now, thinking about something that troubles him. "Be ready by morning." He says, his face still turned toward the window.

He lets another silence hang for a moment before turning to look at you again, his expression impossible to read. He looks at you for a long moment, before finally saying, "Go to bed, my love."

The next morning, your handmaidens are quick and efficient, dressing you in an outfit that might be considered a little risqué in comparison to your usual attire, but Vader has been asking for it for months. They also do your hair and makeup in a way that is intended to be as appealing to Vader as possible and soon enough you are sat up in bed, fully dressed. Vader enters the room in his formal clothes, his face impassive. You can see the faint shadows of rage in his eyes, though, and they are watching you.

"Come." Vader says quietly, and you feel a strange mixture of fear and desire as you get up from the bed and follow him downstairs to the shuttle that will take you back to Naboo. Both on the shuttle, as during many of your days together on Mustafar, he does not say a word to you.

Eventually, the shuttle lands on Naboo a couple hours early and Vader escorts you out of the ship, his arm sliding down your shoulder as he slowly directs you through the lush gardens of Theed and into a market. As soon as you both are seen, it takes mere seconds for all of the shoppers to leave, leaving you and Vader in a near empty market. 

Darth Vader walks through the bazaar, ignoring the silent stares of the merchants and the hushed, scared whispers of the shoppers as they hide in alleys and abandoned buildings. In the presence of Vader, everyone feels uneasy, yet fascinated by him at the same time. Your heart was pounding as if you were a prisoner about to be led to their execution. Vader held your hand to keep you close to him and you couldn't help but be reminded of his sheer physical superiority and power.

Though you had never been in Theed before now, you were reminded of life on Karlinus. The colored stands and the smells of foods and teas. The last one hitting too close to home and you miss home all at once. “I want tea.” You murmur gently.

At your mention of tea, Darth Vader pauses and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Tea?" he asks, an edge of disapproval on his face.

“Tea.” You repeat and Vader looks at you disapprovingly but signals a merchant to come over. The merchant bows low before Vader, and then offers you a sampling of some of his best teas. You take your pick and Vader pours your chosen brew into two small cups. Vader watches you sip your tea with an expressionless face.

“It’s good.” You murmur, smiling down into the tea. Vader watches you sip your tea for several moments, his expression still neutral and unreadable. 

Finally, Vader speaks up. "It is indeed good tea," he says, a small hint of approval in his voice.

“You haven’t tried it.”

Vader's face remains stony. "I do not drink tea."

“I see.” You say softly and Vader does not reply, but his hand tightens around yours as the two of you continue walking through the market. As you look into the shops and stalls, Vader remains close at your side, watching you closely out of the corner of his eye. Everyone around you has an expression of fear on their face as they give way to Darth Vader.

Vader continues walking through the main part of the bazaar with you, not saying anything but staying close to your side. He doesn't even speak up when a couple of shopkeepers try to stop you and talk to him, instead just allowing you to keep walking without acknowledging them. Suddenly, Vader tugs you into an alley away from the crowds and you walk in silence for a few moments until he stops by a doorway. Vader looks around the alley, seeming to make sure you two are alone.

“What is happening?” You whisper, shocked from the sudden act. “Why have you brought me here?” 

Vader puts a finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet. He stares at you for a moment with that same expressionless stare, then finally says in a low voice, "Come here."

You scrunch up your face and shake your head before you whisper back, “We’re in this alley together.”

Vader's eyes narrow. "Come here. Closer." His voice is firm, yet still gentle and quiet.

He watches as you start to lean in, too slow for his liking. Vader pulls you close to him by your hands. He looks at you with an intense stare, his eyes almost searing in their ferocity. He pulls you in closer than ever, until you are pressed tightly against his huge, imposing frame. You feel his breath on your neck as his eyes bore into you.

“My lord, not here, not now.” You whisper carefully.

Vader's eyes narrow and he brings his face close to your ear. "Yes, here. Yes, now." He speaks in a soft, gentle whisper, making it seem even more sinister than his usual tone. Darth Vader grabs hold of you and holds your arms at your sides so you are trapped against him. You suddenly feel his hand slip under the back of your dress, his fingers sliding along your skin. You cannot resist him.

“My lord, please.” You whisper, struggling against him but he just runs a hand over your hair, smoothing it. “Someone could see.”

Vader ignores your pleas, his hand moving farther up your body. His other hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing it. He leans down to your ear and speaks in a whisper. "You will be quiet. You will not leave."

You nod and turn to look and see if anyone can see you both. No one can see the two of you, you are hidden by the shadows of the alley, Vader's imposing figure blocking you off from all other angles. Vader holds you tightly to his body, his face close to your ears as he speaks.

"You see," he whispers, "we are alone."

You nod slowly, heart racing, unsure if its from your fear of the situation or from how close he is in the moment. Vader leans in closer still. His breath is hot on your neck.

"Does this please you, my love?" he asks in a whisper that sounds like the softest of caresses. Vader stares at you intently, waiting for your answer. You feel his hand sliding farther up your body. Your heart beats more quickly now, your breath becoming faster and shallower.

“I- It-” You whisper, feeling conflicted. You knew he had some kind of twisted love for you and he seemed to believe in it so fully. He took you from the life you knew and up-ended it, but it wasn’t entirely his choice. Vader didn't love you at first but he loves you now. He still spoiled you, he doted on you, it was like you were his whole world. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to enjoy it, to let him love you and feel loved.

Vader smiles when you speak. His hand slides to your bare shoulder and he moves in even closer, looking down at you with those piercing, burning eyes. His words are a soft whisper that seems to burn itself into your ears and your brain. "Good," he says. "It should please you, my love."

You shut your eyes and lean back against the wall. As you do, Darth Vader pushes you slightly against it. His body presses close to yours, his hand on your waist. "Open your eyes," he whispers, "and look at me."

But the shame is too immense, the idea of being on a foreign planet for the first time, one of such importance, and taken in the streets is overwhelming. Dirty, foolish, embarrassed. Vader pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Open your eyes, and stop being so foolish," he says, his voice still quiet. His free hand slides up your body a bit, to cup your face.

You open your eyes but still cant look at him. He watches your eyes dart away, looking down the alley, to the quiet marketplace, and even at his chest but not at him. Vader frowns and his hand moves to hold your chin. He slowly turns your face to look directly at him. Your heart beats quickly as you come face to face with him, looking into his cold, yellow eyes... and yet, you cannot help but feel your face flush as he looks at you.

“If we are doing this here, lets hurry. We have to meet the Emperor soon.” You murmur and Vader smiles at you, his face looking almost warm for the first time in your memory. 

"Yes, let us hurry," he says, moving one hand to your back and the other to his pants. As he unties the string of his pants and slides them down, you lift the skirt of your dress for him. Vader looks at you, his eyes burning brightly despite the dimness of the alleyway. "Good girl," he says softly and it makes your heart race even more as you hold your skirts tightly in your hands.

“Hurry.” You whisper, “I feel like someone might catch us.”

Darth Vader looks at you, his face almost looking thoughtful for a moment. "They would be wise not to," he says softly, pulling your dress up above your hips. He is careful to keep you covered by the fabric in his hands in front of you, almost as if he doesn't want the sight of you to be spoiled. He speaks again, his voice almost a whisper but still clear enough to be heard. "No one will catch us."

He pulls down your panties and slides out his cock, giving it a few strokes as he comes closer to you. “I need you, it may not be a good time, but I need you,” Vader whispers making quick work of prepping you on his fingers. His fingers are nimble as he starts with two fingers and moves quickly, impatiently. “If we had enough time, I would take my time with you. To show you that I love you.”

And your eyes almost close, but you fight to keep them open for him. He notices your struggle and shuts his own eyes, kissing at your eyelids as he adds in another finger. “You have to be quiet, okay? No noises. Be good for me and hold your pretty little dress and help us both feel good.” He murmurs against your forehead.

As your breathing picks up, he moves his fingers gently in you and drags his slightly parted lips across your face. Once you start to shift anxiously against him, he pulls his fingers out and starts to slide his cock into you, his hands holding your waist gently.

“Say you love me again.” Vader whispers as he bottoms out, looking in your eyes, his words sound could but theres a desperation in his voice.

“Why must I say it so much?” 

"So I may hear it over and over again." Vader responds quietly, his voice almost gentle again. "Tell me again, my love."

“I love you.” You whisper and he kisses you, and is desperate. His hands tangling in your hair as he holds your face still, his hips beginning to thrust in and out of you, your moans muffled by his mouth. Slowly, your hands come to rest on his waist and timidly you kiss back.

If you give Vader an inch, he will take a mile and his kiss deepens, his tongue exploring your mouth and one of his hands moving to your hip for leverage as he picks up speed. “I love you.” He murmurs, before he focuses on thrusting into you, holding one of your legs on his waist so he can push you into the wall. Each time you gasp, he taps your lips with one finger as if to silence you, as the pressure continues to build, your gasps become moans and whines and Vader quickly cups a hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet. I can’t believe you’re so scared if you’re not listening to me and being so loud.” He whispers, before he kisses your forehead and continues to thrust into you. His eyes focused on yours, silently urging you to look at him, to keep your eyes on him. To let him be the center of your universe for even a moment. “Rub yourself,” He murmurs, “You deserve it, my love.”

Your hands slips under your dress and he can feel it from how close he is to you. Your hand is so small, delicate, and lost in the mess of fabrics that protect your true for from the world. As you rub circles on your clit, he groans as you start to clench around him, so Vader leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Are you close?”

You hesitate for a moment before you give him what he wants, a small nod.

“Do you really need to come?”

Another nod, this time without hesitation and he watches as your eyes focus on him again.

“Come on them.” He murmurs, continuing to thrust into you and once you release, the hand on your mouth holds on a bit tighter and the other moves from your leg to slip behind your head to keep you from hitting the wall. And he follows you, coming against your cervix as he takes a moment to breathe, his head hanging for a moment. 

As you both come down, he slides out and tucks himself away before he smooths your hair and dress. His eyes comb over your appearance to make sure not even a hair is out of line. Once he is sure all is good, he leans forward and kisses your lips again, this time gentle. He moves your hair aside to whisper in your ear. “I have one last thing to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know the Hero With No Fear?”

His question strikes you as odd, you know who he was before he fell to the dark side. Everyone knew it, every one can see it when they look at him. “Anakin Skywalker?”

When you say his old name, his eyes shut for a moment. His ears savor the way it sounds coming from you, so different from how others said it then and even now “Yes… That is all.” Vader murmurs, and a silence falls over you both as you stand still.

“Are we going now to see the emperor?”

"Yes, love." He replies coldly, moving in front of you now to guide you towards the palace, his steps measured and his stride even. "Palpatine has something he wants to discuss with us both." He says, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. You follow behind him quietly before you take his arm in yours so you wont get lost, but also to just be close enough to him.

Vader looks down at you as you hold his arm and he seems to pause for a split second before turning his stare forward again. He holds your arm still, his fingers gently brushing over your hand and wrist, and his hand squeezing yours once more.

A few minutes later, you are escorted into Palpatine's office, a snakelike smile on Palpatine's face as he looks to greet you both only to be met by a shared silence. Palpatine gestures to some comfortable chairs on the other side of the office, and Vader leads you to them, still holding your arm tightly. He makes no movement to sit down, though, and his eyes remain on you, his breathing coming fast and hot as he watches you.

Your gaze returns to the Emperor and Palpatine seems perfectly calm and at ease, as if he has been expecting this visit all along, the smile still on his face. Vader's eyes lock with yours again, and he tilts his head slightly, as if puzzled by your glance at Palpatine.

"Do you know why we are here today." Palpatine asks you directly, his voice warm and friendly.

“No, your highness.” You say, not letting him see any fear and next to you, Vader straightens up in support, looking on at Palpatine.

Palpatine looks to Vader as he answers, but Vader's cold expression never changes, and you cannot see what he is thinking. "I had a feeling." Palpatine continues, his voice as warm as it was a moment ago. He motions over a protocol droid to record the conversation, and once the droid is ready, he turns back to face you. "It has come to my attention that Lord Vader has developed... feelings..." He pauses, as if the word he is looking for is something entirely foreign. "For you."

Palpatine's smile grows wider as he seems to find a word more suitable to what he is saying. "Lord Vader has developed... affections... for you." He says, and now Vader's shoulders drop slightly. Palpatine continues. "He has been so devoted to the Empire, and yet I cannot help but wonder if this feeling... this affection... might not... compromise his loyalty."

“Oh.” You say softly, before you hold your tongue. You knew better than to give any thoughts or feelings to the Emperor, but you feel a creeping sense of dread.

Palpatine's smile fades slightly at your response, and he turns to look at Vader. Your breath catches in your throat at the look on Palpatine's face: it's not a look of anger or even surprise. It's almost... a look of... envy.

Vader's hand grips your shoulder tighter in response, and he glances at Palpatine as he says in an almost pleading tone, "My lord."

Palpatine ignores Vader, continuing to look at you. "Lord Vader's... affection... for you..." Once again the words seem strange to him. "Could prove... unsettling." Palpatine gives a smile to Vader, before looking back at you, his lips curling into a grin as he watches you.

"If you did... something that forced Lord Vader to abandon you..." He pauses, and you wonder what he's talking about. "Would he stay loyal to me... or you?"

Vader's grip on your shoulder tightens again, as if he's telling you to remain silent and not respond to this. His voice comes out a hoarse whisper now. "Do not answer him." He says quietly.

Palpatine looks as if he's about to ask you another question, but decides against it. His face seems to light up as he realizes something.

"Yes... this is perfect." Palpatine says quietly. "Lord Vader?" Vader turns slowly to face him, and you can tell Vader knows what is coming. Vader slowly nods, an expression that seems like resignation on his face.

"Lord Vader... I believe it is time." Palpatine says, and your heart sinks as he continues. "We must put this attachment to the test." Palpatine stares at the both of you now, the expression he wears now almost entirely different than it has ever been. His face is almost... angry?... as looks between the two of you.

Vader meets your eyes, and you see that he seems resigned, as if this is not the first time Palpatine has done something like this to him. 

"Lord Vader... I want you to kill her." Palpatine says quietly, leaving a long pause between his sentence.

[ddejavvu]

the force is strong with him

pairing: darth vader x reader

summary: various ways vader manipulates the force around you

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

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

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

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

You obey; the joint stays in tact.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hanasnx]

❝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥❞

darth vader x fem!reader

masterlist

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

MINORS DNI 18+

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

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.” 

“Spoiled,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you like it?” he purred. 

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

[darlingdekarios]

the power of the dark side.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,178 content: Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader x f!Jedi!reader, ORDER 66, dead dove do not eat, canon-accurate violence, dark themes, child death, corruption, inappropriate use of the Force, smut [f receiving oral, v fingering, rough, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [choking]

Anakin promised that he would always find you, but you would never run from the dark.

“Stay here. Be silent. May the Force be with you.”

The last words you had spoken to the younglings as you tucked them away behind a locked door repeated in your ears as you silently made your way through the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You were certain time had simply ceased to exist, unsure exactly how long you’d been waiting for the catalyst for what you knew was to come. Recently knighted after 8 years of serving as Padawan to Master Mace Windu, you were still familiarizing yourself with the force in some ways, but today it was crucial that you could trust your instincts. Today, you had to listen to the force. 

Finding a corner to tuck yourself behind you closed your eyes, recentering yourself and waiting for something to feel right. The time passed even slower in what was, in reality, mere moments. When your eyes opened you found yourself standing before the Jedi High Council Chambers, your feet and the force working together to carry you to where you needed to be – to where you were destined to be. Clutching your lightsaber beneath your robes you took a deep breath, stepping into the chambers. 

It was him – of course it was him – behind the doors, a newly awoken darkness shrouding his eyes as he fixated on your every movement into the room. Standing where Master Yoda would have sat he looked ready to pounce at any moment, so you kept your distance in the center of the room. Tonight, Anakin Skywalker was pure darkness, fire, and something primal brimming through as his lips curved into the signature smirk – the one he always seemed to wear just for you. 

“I knew you would come to me if I willed it,” his words were dripping with confidence and desperation, and the smallest whisper of fear threatening to present itself despite his best efforts to keep it down. He knew – of course he knew – that you could feel him, that you knew the hidden emotions others could never hope to discover in him. The two of you, not far apart in age, had found yourselves in the force together in many ways, and it had resulted in a connection that the Jedi Council noted their weariness of many times. “Mace Windu is dead. He attempted to assassinate the Chancellor.”

“I felt his death,” was your simple affirmation, a curt nod accompanying your words. “And I felt your part in it.”

“He was a traitor, angel,” his words were chased by his signature laugh, taunting you behind the new look in his eyes. The nickname he’d called you so many times sounded so wrong from him now, and a chill ran down your back. Your stomach tight, you swallowed hard as you began to listen to the voice in your mind telling you that nothing would be the same after tonight. Just how much it was supposed to change, the events that were to follow – no instinct could prepare you for it. 

“Anakin…what have you done?”

“I am bringing peace to the galaxy,” was the statement that left his mouth, but you both knew what it really meant – he was fulfilling his destiny. He was becoming more. He was becoming stronger, more powerful – everything he had always wanted. He was free. This new tone was him – completely him – free of his lifelong feeling of obligation to others for the first time in his life. Today was a day for what he desired, for what only he could do. “Join me.”

The two words were simple but oh-so complex, and you found yourself unable to respond to his request – to his demand – as you fought to find an adequate breath. He took advantage of your stunned mind to assert his plan further.

“The Jedi are going to be gone soon. Most have been killed by now – and I will not leave this temple full of the threat to the galaxy that is the Jedi,” his words were venom as he spoke of the organization that raised him, no affection left within his heart for the group. 

“Then you’ll have to kill me, Anakin,” your eyes finally focused on his and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, unwilling to display weakness for him. If you were to die today, you would die with dignity. There would be no begging from your mouth as the man who you had once trusted, the man who had saved your life numerous times throughout your years as a Padawan. “For I am a Jedi Knight.”

His laughter filled the air once more, though this round was far more sinister than the last as his eyes burned into yours. His smirk found its home on his features again as he stepped closer to you, reveling in the way your heart rate increased for him. “You are no Jedi.”

“Then what am I?”

“So much more,” he finished closing the gap between the two of you to his liking, content with you being a mere two arm’s lengths away for now, though tonight he was intent on making you drop the last of the pointless Jedi barriers you held around you. “We are stronger together – I make you stronger. You belong at my side, building something better…together. Come with me to finish eradicating the Jedi, to eliminate the Separatists and to bring peace to the galaxy. You can be so much more than what the Jedi allow you to be.”

Your tear ducts betrayed you and the salty liquid forming in your eyes spilled over, rolling down your cheeks as your lightsaber was withdrawn from your robes. He raised an eyebrow as you took a step back from him, igniting your blade which threatened to fall to the floor from your shaking hand. He was asking you to do the impossible – to leave the only stability you had known since being removed from your family at such a young age, to murder those you’d sworn to protect and teach, to sink into the dark side. The boy you had known for over a decade, who had been the only real security you’d ever felt, was asking you to betray everything you’d ever learned for him. The conflicting emotions boiled inside of you and the hot tears spilled down your cheeks larger and faster, building as more emotions poured into them, particularly a new one for a young Jedi – anger.

As you entered a stance he’d seen so many times before – one he always said reminded him of a Loth cat – that same smirk played on his lips again. “Go on then, angel. Give into your anger. You will find strength in it as I have.”

A broken sound, not quite a yell, not quite a whine  – one Anakin had never heard from you before – erupted from your throat and you raised the blade above your head you found nothing need intervene – you could never bring yourself to lower the blade to him. Looking into his eyes you saw the man who had saved your life not even a year ago on Nal Hutta, the one who had wrapped you in his robe to cover the indecent outfit the Hutts had dressed you in. The one who had threatened to strike down anyone who even looked at you. The one who had held you in the ship as you, for once, let so many emotions spill from you. It was the second time he’d seen you cry, the third being now. 

Despite his primary driving force being the rage he felt at the Jedi’s betrayal, seeing you cry did make his stomach turn deep within, and somewhere a quiet voice in his mind hoped that he’d never have to see you cry again. If you would just listen to him, he would ensure that you never felt like this for the rest of your life. Your movements had frozen and you simply stood there, lightsaber raised, tears pouring from your eyes as you contemplated what to do – what could anyone do in a situation like this? Impatient and running out of time, Anakin used the force to pull your saber to his hand, tossing it to the side with a growl. His attention focused elsewhere, even if just for a moment, you made a desperate dash toward the door only to be stopped in your place – just as the doors had begun to open. 

He used the force to turn you to him, his brows furrowed together as he shook his head. “You would rather die with the people who took you from your family? You would rather bleed with them than take your place at my side? The Council would have cast you out within the year – Jedi can’t have attachments and you’ve never been able to follow that one rule. Have you?”

His taunting words stabbed into your chest like no weapon ever could and you fought to allow your eyes to fall on him again, the tears frozen on your cheeks. This anger that had consumed him had made him stronger, and despite the fact you were certainly not weak, it did take a great deal of your strength to be able to fight through his manipulation of the force. 

“I…have…no…attachments,” you fought to state through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing at your complete disrespect toward him but inwardly commending you for being strong enough to fight him – not that you could do it forever. 

“Where would you run, angel? I will always find you,” his words quickened as he closed the distance between the two of you, his steps long and heavy as he sought to be closer to you. Despite his movement his invisible grasp on you did not falter, and even in your conflicted mind you had to commend Anakin for this newfound strength – it was what he had always wanted. You swallowed hard at his choice of words, his intention to mimic the words he’d uttered Nal Hutta clear. The conversation between the two of you in the ship that night had replayed in your mind nearly every day since then. In all honesty, there was a lot about that near two week stretch of time that you didn’t – couldn’t – think about…but often, your rescue replayed in your mind.

Cold, wet, hard, and slimy were the only four words adequate enough to describe how the eleven days spent on Nal Hutta had been. Everyone – seriously, everyone – in the galaxy knew exactly how the Hutts liked to dress their playthings. When that current plaything happened to be a Jedi who had found herself bested by a bounty hunter, it only made the satisfaction to see her in the outfit that much more.

Anakin had fought his way through the filth and grime to find you, slicing the chains that held you and forcing you against his side under his arm, his robe shielding you from prying eyes for the first time in days. Having recalled so much of that day you were certain you’d clung to Anakin’s side, releasing a sigh of relief at how warm he was. 

But it wasn’t just the warmth his closeness provided, it was how everything felt around him. This close to him, you were safer than you could ever be and deep within you wished everyday could be spent this close to him – to feel this secure. Anakin’s lightsaber had stayed ignited and his eyes had revealed so much of the darkness within him that day – if anyone had pushed a singular button over taking you with him, he would have killed for you that day.

You still hadn’t come to terms with Anakin’s role in your rescue entirely. It was controversial with the High Council, who had lectured Anakin for hours on end. Your summons to the High Council was much shorter, a firm warning from the Masters – that Anakin would be your downfall. You were certain by the reaction from the council and the way Anakin had behaved that day he had taken at least one life that day on his quest to save you – and he held no regret for the action. But with you, that night, he was the softest he had ever been. 

Back in the ship – outfitted with several troopers who hadn’t even needed to join Anakin – he had pulled you aside for a semblance of privacy. His eyes contained storms of emotion as he kept a grip on your shoulders, hands trembling with the emotions he wanted to express but couldn’t remember how. Struggling to find the words his mind sought he unwrapped his robe from himself, draping it around your shoulders and pulling you flush against him. 

Words weren’t needed as he held you…as a balance was formed at this hint of a union and a gentle, soothing hum surrounded you and allowed the world to fade. In his arms, returning to the stars, you let yourself free of your normal restraints, allowing Anakin to hold all of the strength in this bubble together. You wept, clinging to him, trembling in his arms, nails digging at his skin at the slightest movement from him, controlled by the fear that he may withdraw from you. He had held you the entire duration to Coruscant, his fingers digging into you the best they could through the oversized robe encompassing you in his scent. He had rested his chin on your head, eyes closed, content at the melancholy meditation this situation presented to you both. 

“I owe you one, Ani,” you’d spoken so quietly to him he wasn’t entirely sure it was allowed, to this day questioning if the two of you for a moment had joined in your own mental world to have true privacy. “I was…afraid.”

“I felt it,” he’d replied, wrapping his arms tighter in an attempt to coax you back into relaxation, his only true desire soaking in this moment with you. The part of him that cared for you wanted to provide you with the comfort you needed, but the selfishness that always lurked beneath hoped the conversation could be had while he held you, not willing to let you go just yet – unsure when this opportunity would present itself next. 

“That place…it was horrible, Anakin. I could barely feel anything, I felt so lost.”

“You could never be lost with me around. I will always find you. ”

When his words had first been spoken so many days ago they were comforting, assuring that there was someone in the galaxy who cared about you beyond your status as a Jedi. Now, his tone flirted with playfulness as he taunted you with them, coaxing you to follow him down his new path. Years of Jedi indoctrination screamed at you that these words in this context were so wrong, but your thoughts and feelings had to disagree. Tonight your heart knew this was his form of the promise that you’d longed to hear – but your training simply could not allow you to give into this path. 

“Things have changed…Anakin. You’ve…changed. Attachments change,” you could barely manage to choke out, your windpipe still restrained by his use of the force. Anakin’s control faltered, certain he had won you over by now, and he lessened his invisible grasp on you, choosing to change his approach. This, with you, didn’t need to be about the Jedi or Sith – it only needed to be about the two of you. 

He had not freed you of his control fully and he began moving you toward the wall nearest to you, his tall frame leaning over yours to aid in keeping you in your place. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked this way, his eyes dark, his brows pulled together and the lightest smirk playing on his lips, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hair, the longest it had ever been, was falling in dampened curls around his face. It was ironic, truly, that he called you ‘angel’, as in your mind that was the only way to describe him. 

“I will never forget how I felt when I learned you had been taken to Nal Hutta,” he attempted to state with an aura of confidence but instead revealed his true emotions, the emotions he had felt that night – fear, worry, pain. His gloved, robotic hand found its way to your hip and his senses sought out every reaction this new touch had on you. His voice dropped as he continued, hovering his mouth close enough to your ear for his warm breath to stun you. “I was so afraid. Everything changed for me that day…those eleven days. I would do anything to make sure you’re by my side – forever, once I’m strong enough, once I’ve learned to defy death.”

This was never the exact way you had dreamt of this scenario playing out, but there were certainly elements that made this scene ignite conflict within you – the light and dark finding another platform to battle within your heart, mind, and very spirit. You had been raised to find faith and goodness in the light, in the Jedi Order, and there were so many things about what Anakin was suggesting that went against everything you, hypothetically, believed in. But there was still somewhere within the little girl who’d met Anakin first on Coruscant, who’d longed to hear him say the feelings his stoic mask usually hid. 

Hearing him begin his confession in this way, his voice lower and dripping with emotions you’d never heard from him before inspiring your own mind to explore feelings you never had before. The cocktail of emotions was overwhelming – anger, fear, sadness, confusion…desire, desperation, arousal…freedom. None of these things were the Jedi way – none of these feelings were acceptable, particularly not for him. And yet with his lips so dangerously close to your ear, there was no genuine attempt at suppressing them that could be made as his lips barely ghosted against the sensitive skin behind your jaw. 

All too fast the feeling of all air being knocked out of you returned, your throat constricting as he returned to his interrogation of you. His tone was somehow a gentle contrast to the pressure he was applying to your throat, his lips still brushing ever-so-slightly across your neck. “I want the truth – I want to hear it from you. Stop lying to me – to yourself – to everyone. You are no Jedi – you are irreversibly attached to someone.”

His lips fully connected over your pulse at that point and the sound that burst from your throat at the feeling betrayed any chance you may have had left in saying you had no attachments. You could feel the curve of his lips as his smirk returned, his grasp on your waist tightening under the grasp of gloved metal, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek softly. Anakin’s eyes were always expressive, particularly compared to the more traditional Jedi, and yet even now after all of the years beside Anakin you were seeing something new in them – pleading…desperation…terror. It was impossible to place which one had started him down this path. 

Anakin needed you to say yes. He needed you to agree to go forward with him, to forsake the treasonous Jedi and their beliefs and to become so much more at his side. His ideal future was only possible if your piece to the puzzle was added – without you, it would never be complete. But the first step down this path for you was to face the truth and accept the feelings you harbored from him – this was the only way forward. His voice was softer, his grasp lightening ever so slightly as he released his force grasp to allow you some freedom, still holding your body against the wall with his sheer strength as he tried once more. 

“I already know the truth, angel…your attachment mirrors my own…there is no hiding this from me,” his eyes never left yours as his thumb familiarized itself with your cheekbone, his words dripping with sincerity. 

The tears flowed down your cheeks again now that control had been returned to you and you couldn’t bring yourself to hide from him anymore – not from the one person who truly saw you. Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you finally gave into him, finally confirming the last piece to his galactic puzzle. 

“I can never lose you, Anakin,” your voice broke, your hands sliding to rest on his shoulders. Despite everything, once again there was nothing but the pair of you together navigating this moment together. “I couldn’t…I can’t…lose you. In the whole galaxy, you’re all I ha-.”

Your final word was swallowed by him as his lips crashed into yours, his grasp on your hip once again tightening as he finally discovered the answer to how soft your lips were. His hand cupping your cheek slid back into your hair, grasping the strands there loosely to pull you closer to him, to hold your lips against his. You couldn’t have pulled away if you wanted to, but to his surprise you made no attempt, instead melting into him and returning the kiss. 

Everything hummed around the pair once again as they made their way back into the chambers fully, a gasp falling from your lips as your legs hit the backs of one of the seats. Forced to sit you looked up at him, hands clutching at his sides now as both of his hands found place on your cheeks, eyes taking on a newfound adoration as he gazed upon you. This newfound freedom and closeness with Anakin had you feeling entirely new – empowered, uninhibited, greedy…selfish. He was the only thing that could hold your focus, particularly with his lips curved upward once again. 

“Look at you…so pretty in your old Master’s seat,” his words caused the realization to finally strike you and he waited for you to fight the placement, only to pleasantly find you seemed to hang on his every word. Sinking to his knees in front of you he leaned forward again to connect his lips to yours, releasing his hold on your face to remove the glove from the cold, metal hand. Pushing your robe free from your form he marveled in the rarely seen sight of you without those bulky robes, his hands both finding place at your waist. “He always acted like he was better than us, and look now…he lies dead in the streets and you sit mewling for me.”

A whimper fell through your lips again as they sought to reconnect with his and his chuckle sounded again, his hands making quick work of removing your tunic, your belt, your pants…anything that was separating you from him. You’d wasted so much precious time resisting him tonight and there was no more time that could be wasted – but he simply couldn’t move forward without proving his devotion to you. Satisfied with the removed layers from you when you were bare to him he removed his lips from yours, wetting them with his pink tongue. 

It was hardly fathomable as he dipped his tousled-curl covered head between your legs, reaching to lift your legs over his shoulders to angle you upward to him. His lips trailed a path he’d mapped in his mind thousands of times along the inside of your thighs, a content sigh releasing from his chest at the feeling of finally being able to confirm every suspicion he’d ever held about how your body would respond to him. Your fingers reached to find stability within his curls, fingers weaving into his locks as his face surged forward, his tongue licking a flat stripe against your already dripping cunt. 

Anakin had never been quiet, certainly – he always had an opinion, always a sarcastic chuckle waiting to grace the room…but the moan that came from him as he finally tasted you would be the noise you heard in dreams for a lifetime. You rewarded his action with a pleasured moan of your own, your head falling back against the seat as his tongue began to work at you. His flesh hand dragged up your thigh before settling near your core, his index finger immediately slipping into you as he sucked firmly on your clit. 

He began pumping the lone finger into you, emboldened by the first lovely sounds he had ever heard fill the walls of this room. Turning his head to lay claim across your thigh with his teeth he applied the force to your clit, sending vibrations through the little nub as he added his middle finger to your soaked sex. As his fingers scissored within you, preparing your tight walls for his soon-coming conquering of you. The combination of his fingers, the invisible vibrations on your clit and the feeling of his warm mouth sucking purple marks into your thighs inviting you to orgasm. 

He felt the ways your legs begin to tremble and the tightening of your walls around his fingers. Placing a smirk on his lips as he looked up at your heavy lidded eyes as you watched him lean his lips back in to suck your clit, allowing the force to continue the vibrations. With a scream of his name your orgasm rushed through you, your walls frantically grasping at his fingers. When he was certain your climax had faltered he rose to his feet once again, pushing his pants to his ankles with fumbling hands, the anticipation of what was to come causing adrenaline to flood throughout him. 

His metal hand reached to grasp you, to pull you to your feet so he could replace you in the seat, leaning back with his legs slightly spread, enticing you to him. Extending the hand not holding your waist he offered you to join him in your rightful place, and so you did, sliding your hand into his and dropping to straddle his waist. He fisted himself as he used his metal hand to guide your hips down, groaning as the wet heat of your cunt engulfed his cock. 

“Oh, angel,” he moaned as you embraced every inch of him, hips bucking upward into you as the head of his cock found your cervix. Gripping his shoulders for stability and seeing stars at the feeling of him filling you, confirming that your imagination could never have adequately created this scenario – this was better than anything the mind was capable of creating. “I should have never waited this long to have you.”

His words caused the heat within you to boil over as you began to grind your hips down into his, desperate to feel him move within you. Grasping your hips and beginning to thrust up into you his head fell back, eyes closing at the feeling and taking a moment to savor how deep he reached, knowing time was short. Fortunately, he had you in his grasp now and he would never have to be without you again – he would never deny himself when it came to you. 

You reached down to press a soft kiss to his neck, breaking him from his thoughts of the future as he began to pump up into you again, setting a steady pace up into you as he held you in place, your teeth dragging across the skin of his shoulder. Your voice was still roughened by his use of the force against your windpipe but it was the sweetest you’d sounded as you whined praises to him – how good he felt, how strong he was, how good he made you feel – giving him all of the validation he’d ever wanted from you. 

Suddenly raising a hand and grabbing your hair at the back of your head he tilted your face up to him, lowering his face to burn his eyes into yours as he began a rougher pace. His voice was stern and serious, but dripping with satisfaction and adoration as he purred against your lips, “Please tell me you’re mine, angel. I have…to hear it.”

“I am, Anakin,” his frustrated huff that chased you using his name made your stomach twist, his pace coming relentless as he began to pinpoint that spongy spot deep inside you, using the force to send soft vibrations on your clit. His brows pulled together and he shook his head, fighting to find the words he needed. Fortunately, you didn’t often need to be told by him – you frequently just knew, whether it be by some connection in the force or just knowing him. “I am yours…Lord Skywalker.”

His features softened immediately, his bliss affirming itself in the sweetest, most appreciative moan as his lips found yours again. His hands grasped your hips as he rocked up into you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as sweat dripped from his brown onto yours. No words had to be spoken as you both reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders as your clenching walls coaxed him to paint them with his cum. His forehead leaned against yours, eyes closed as he breathed in the feeling of coming down from what he was sure was what he’d heard some species call “heaven” with you in his arms. 

It didn’t matter what path he chose to lead you down – from here, whatever path he chose was perfect as long as it was the path taken together. For so long he had been all you had, and nothing seemed too dark or impossible with him by your side – he was your strength. Placing a soft kiss to his lips once more you rose, fixating your clothing back onto yourself and covering your frame with your robe. The moment you finished he stood before you, using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin and tilt your face to his. 

“You know what you must do.” 

And so you did, securing the hood to cover more of your face than you’d done before and leaving, intent on proving you weren’t afraid of the dark. Returning to the locked room you’d left the future of the Jedi Order, instructing those hiding inside to go to the High Council Chambers – you’d remember the faces that looked up at you until your final breath, but at the time, darkness clouded your vision as all your mind found clarity in was Anakin’s destiny – your destiny. As you watched those you’d sworn to protect disappear into the chamber, hearing the familiar hum of two lightsabers illuminating from within as the doors locked. 

As Darth Vader emerged and continued his pursuit of peace, his robes billowed behind him as he made his way down the hall, his re-gloved hand motioning for you to follow. Unable to refuse him ever again, you continued to follow him on the path to the dark side.

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[kowaiitenshii]

[Sunkiller Lullaby]

Pairing: Darth Vader x Reader 

Plot Summary: A slave girl given to The Empire as a token of loyalty, known as the Flower of Beauty on your long since destroyed homeplanet, you’re nearly sent back to be executed before Darth Vader deems you worthy of saving. What will happen as you form a new life as the personal servant to a Sith Lord? 

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Murder. Mentions of death. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns & descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Here it is! My first time writing anything Star Wars related, but most certainly not the last :) I’ve thought about this for a long time, but some things may still seem OOC so I’m sorry for that! Otherwise, please enjoy!

(p.s. I highly recommend you give a listen to the song that gave this fic its title, Sun Killer by Spiritbox!)

Part I:

The trembling sound of chains dragging across slick tiled flooring wakes you as two Stormtroopers led by an Imperial Commander haul you carelessly through the corridors of what you assume to be an Imperial ship. 

The air is cold on your bare skin, and the harsh grip of the Stormtroopers on your arms feels enough to be bruising. 

Blinking blearily through the shroud of unconsciousness, there is a palpable darkness hanging in the very air around you, as if it had been waiting for you, billowing over you and filling your lungs like smoke. 

The Stormtroopers drag your limp body into a huge open room in the core of the ship with high rounded ceilings and walls, all white, controls blinking throughout the room in greens and reds. 

 You don’t even have time to take in your surroundings and think before the Commander and Troopers stop abruptly, the Commander taking a step to the left side, revealing what they’ve brought you here for. 

That’s when you finally see the presence that you’ve sensed since you awoke. 

The imminent Sith Lord Darth Vader stands before the lot of you, his aura pulsing and filling the room, making the very air thick. His helmet has an appropriately severe expression to it and his cape billows around him as he turns. 

The commander and troopers stand straight as pins, their nerves radiating off of them.  You feel as if you could be sick.

“What is the meaning of this, Commander?” the Sith Lord demands, his booming voice breaking through the oppressive silence. 

Despite your intense fear of the outcome, you stand straight within the confines of the grip the troopers have on you. You hold your head high, despite the icy dread that washes over you in waves. Your years as a slave had taught you well, and you dared not show fear in the face of those who would subdue you. 

The Commander swallows, putting on his best little soldier facade as he speaks before his master. 

“A gift from the Hutts, Lord Vader.” the man speaks with enthusiastic trepidation. “They wish to show their loyalty to the Empire. They called her ‘The Flower’ of her home planet, for her beauty.” he babbles as he informs his master.

You subtly roll your eyes at the way the Commander sounds exactly like a used parts salesman. 

Darth Vader stares at you for a prolonged moment, and you hate the way that you cannot tell where he’s looking. You stare back at him despite the sinking in your stomach, refusing to look away, to submit. 

The rule of those in power was that of animals, those who submit die. 

You knew that well. 

“Send her back.” The Sith Lord commands plainly, and your heart drops. 

Your ears ring as you hear the commander stumbling. 

“S-Sir, I’m afraid we can’t simply ‘send her back’, she was a gift, and she-she, um.” he pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Her planet was destroyed long ago my Lord, if we send her back, she will be dishonoured and they’ll just kill-”

You jump slightly as the commander is suddenly cut off, literally choking on his words. Vader clenches his fist in front of him tightly as he chokes the man using an unseen force. 

“Then perhaps you should have considered this sooner, Commander.” Vader spits.

The commander is rooted in his spot, turning purple and clawing at his throat. 

Vader looks again to you, glued to the spot, pale as a ghost and trembling, and you can feel him creeping through the very life force within your body, tickling under your skin and flowing through your blood stream. 

“Take her away.” The Sith Lord commands the troopers with a flick of his wrist. 

The troopers drag you away, the sickening sound of the commander’s neck snapping echoing behind you as a tear slides down your cheek. 

However, to your surprise, the troopers don’t lead you to a ship, or a pod, or containment. Instead, they unceremoniously dump you into a large and lavishly furnished Imperial suite, the door sliding shut behind them. 

You spend a moment there on the carpet, wiping your tears and trying to calm your fear of the uncertainty before really taking a moment to look at your surroundings. 

Still sniffling, you pull yourself together and get to your feet. You’re in a large room, darkly-coloured with ambient lighting throughout. The magnificent bed with silken, plush sheets of crimson is the centrepiece of the room. 

To the right side of the bed there is a large window in the room, spanning the length of nearly the entire wall adorned with tasselled curtains.

Adjacent to the front of the bed is an entrance to a large washroom, equipped with both a soaking tub and a walk-in glass shower. 

You’re shocked as you marvel at the luxuries at your disposal, revelling in the abundance of the suite. It’s like nowhere you’ve ever had the chance to inhabit before. 

You waste no time in taking a lengthy bath, filling the tub with the salts and oils provided. The hot water does you well, soothing your aching muscles and your anxious soul. You can’t even remember how long it had been since you soaked, often being doused by cold water by your captors or simply being forced to bathe in streams. 

You shudder at the memories. 

You then dress yourself in the thick robes provided in your closet, and bask in the newfound comfort. 

Nobody bothers you for the remainder of the evening, left with nothing but your thoughts and the passing stars beyond the window. You solemnly ponder your fate, curious of Lord Vader’s intentions. 

You knew very well that he easily could have disposed of you the moment he laid eyes on you, which leaves you with a horrifying question. 

Why keep you? 

If he was keeping you, that is. You knew your life was not entirely guaranteed, but then why would Vader waste his time in keeping you for a night? 

This is what scares you. 

Never finding an answer that satisfies you, you lay in the satin sheets with the unnerving feeling that somebody is watching, creeping just out of the edges of your mind; close enough to feel them, too far to see. 

In the meantime, Darth Vader sits in contemplation in the privacy of his chambers. Taking you in is undoubtedly an inconvenience, and he would have to think long and hard to find an explanation worthy of the Emperor.

However, for reasons he did not fully understand… he could not deny you. He had no doubt of your status as the Flower, the beauty of your homeworld, that was evident. What intrigued him however, was your signature in the force. He could feel your presence so acutely, piercing through him like the ringing of bells. 

He had no doubt you were sensitive to it. 

If this were to be true, you could indeed be quite useful to both he and the Emperor, given the implication that he could break you to the dark side. 

He could feel your resentment, your anger, your lust for power; no doubt instilled in you by your years spent in torment. 

So it was decided. 

He would accept you, house you, mold you. And then he would break you.

Turning away from his window with purpose, he leaves to find a Commander to send a message. 

As you drift into sleep, you feel the dark presence again, tickling at the corners of your mind, creeping at the corners and crawling on the ceilings. 

You try your best to shove it away, but it’s stronger, more steadfast than you are. 

Unable to push the dark presence away, you relent, pulling your blankets tighter around yourself and trying to ignore the uneasiness. 

Eventually, you fall into fitful sleep, your mind full of dreams. For the most part they are very average dreams. Dreams of living an ordinary life, doing ordinary things. That is, except for the fleeting shadow that looms over your shoulders, or the piercing eyes you catch glimpses of in the darkness. 

The next morning you’re left to sleep as long as you please, waking up on your own agenda for the first time in countless years. Dragging yourself out of bed, your body still tired from dreaming the entire night through, you rise and dress yourself in darkly-coloured robes and underdresses. As you brush out your hair, anxiety begins seeping back in. You still had no clue as to why you were kept alive, or if your life was even safe to begin with. No idea what would be done with you, and no way of escape. 

After you’ve finished grooming, you’re greeted by a friendly droid sent to bring you breakfast. You eat well, offered a spread of toasted breads, honeyed butters, jams, and all manners of fruits and meat. 

The droid speaks up once you’ve finished, chirping news at you. 

“Lord Vader has requested your presence once you’re adequately satisfied, madam.” it announces cheerfully. 

Your stomach drops at the thought, moving from comfortably satisfied to anxiously nauseous in a matter of moments. 

Swallowing thickly, you part your lips to question the droid. 

“Did…Did he mention why?” you curse yourself for faltering. 

“No ma’am.” the droid answers to your dismay. “Lord Vader is exceedingly private in his affairs. I am afraid I am merely a messenger.” 

Feeling yourself go pale, you nod slowly in response. 

“I shall meet with him as soon as possible.” You concede, your voice barely higher than a whisper. 

The droid throws its hands up joyfully, exclaiming its reply. 

“Splendid! Lord Vader would like you to meet him in his private quarters, I shall inform him of your arrival!” The droid declares before abruptly leaving the suite. 

Left with your thoughts, your mind wanders in circles. You wonder about the Sith Lord’s intentions, about what he will do with you. About if the treatment you’ve been receiving was just a penance paid for your impending death. You wonder about your fate, if this was meant to be your last meal. 

For a short while you’re sick with worry. That is, until you remember your years spent under slavery. Those years in which you would have begged for the release of death; Those years in which you made peace with the quiet solace of oblivion. 

It is when you remind yourself of this truth that you finally gather yourself from the table.

This is an opportunity, you tell yourself, and you dare not waste it. 

After a short while, the droid returns to fetch you. As you traverse the sleek hallways with the silent droid, your ice cold nerves sink in. Your stomach twists in knots, becoming nauseous once again on your luxuriant breakfast. 

The droid's artificial voice cuts sharply through the tense silence. 

“I notice you’ve become pale, and your heart rate is increasing. These are common symptoms of anxiety.” the droid states in a cheerful tone. You chuckle slightly at the droid’s matter-of-factness. 

“Yes,” you laugh. “I must be honest, I am a little nervous to meet with Lord Vader.” you give the droid the understatement of the century, and saying it outloud only makes the knot in your gut tie tighter. 

“Not to worry!” the droid chirps “If Lord Vader meant to kill you, he would not go to the trouble of speaking with you first!” the droid attempts to reassure you. It does little to make you feel any better, your blood running cold from the words. 

You spend the rest of the walk in silence, steeling your nerves. The droid stops abruptly at a large doorway, entering a combination into the keypad on the wall and stepping to the side as the door slides open. 

“Here we are!” the droid chimes. “Lord Vader awaits you.”

The droid bows to you, and you nod your thanks to it before stepping into the doorway, the door sliding shut behind you. 

Before you even  step out of the entryway, you can hear the unnerving sound of the Sith Lord’s mechanical breathing just beyond, sending chills down your spine. 

The room is large and open, covered in control panels and other strange technology save for the wall length window. You take a deep breath as you spot Vader by the expansive window, his back turned to you. The sight of him alone, broad back turned to you, dressed in his  all-black suit and floor-length cape instils terror in you. 

Here you were, alone in a room with the most powerful and most dangerous man in the whole galaxy. 

Despite yourself and the urge to run screaming within, you pull it together and begin your approach. Holding your head high, you come to stand at the window next to the Sith Lord. 

“Lord Vader,” you begin calmly before bowing “You sent for me?” you ask, hands shaking. 

Finally, he turns to his left to regard you. The lights of the stars and the Imperial fleet beyond the window reflect off of his permanently scowling helmet, the unmoving coldness of its expression doing nothing to calm your nerves. The only thing that grounds you in this moment is the sound of the slow, deep breaths he takes. 

“Yes.” Lord Vader affirms sternly. “I’d like to make you an offer.” 

He catches you off guard with this, and you falter in reply. 

“A-An offer?” you curse yourself again for stuttering, praying to the maker and straightening up as he turns fully to face you. 

It’s only then that you notice how tall he truly is, having to crane your neck to look him in the face as he looms over you, heat rising to your cheeks purely from nerves. 

“Yes,” he states plainly. “I would like you to become my sole personal servant.”

His words fall upon you with the weight of a thousand stones, your knees beginning to shake from the implication alone, threatening to crumble beneath the weight. 

Never in a million years would you have believed what the Sith Lord just suggested, and yet there he was suggesting it. 

At the same time, a flame begins to spark in your chest, ignited by hope. Your years as a slave taught you better than to refuse a good offer when you got one.

“As you wish, My Lord.” you accept loud and clear, bowing your head to him in respect, and gratitude. The part of you that is fully entrenched in servitude and the woes of it can’t help but become a bit excited at the promise of security as his personal attendant, while the side of you that remembers freedom feels a measure of guilt for relenting so quickly. 

Still, your life was more important than the guilt you felt for agreeing to serve him. Anyone in your shoes would do the same, you were sure of it. 

He hums in satisfaction at your response, nodding.

“Very well then. Starting tomorrow, you will serve me, and me alone.” he commands firmly. You only nod, looking up at him and listening attentively as he continues. 

“You are to be at my disposal at all hours, save for when I command you to leave.” He states. While the idea pierces you with dread, you nod your compliance all the same. 

“You will come when I call, whenever I call.” He iterates, a drop of venom in his tone. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.” you affirm as calmly as you can. 

“In return, no expense will be spared in caring for your needs.” he replies. 

You can’t help the warmth that grows within you at the idea. In all your years of servitude, never had anyone given a single thought toward your treatment. Feeling overwhelmed, your breath catches in your throat.

 It feels too good to be true.

 Here you were, thinking the droid was delivering you to your demise, when really you were receiving an opportunity countless others would kill to have. The opportunity for long lost comfort, the opportunity for power. 

You say nothing in response, smirking and nodding like a simpleton. As he notices your enthusiasm, Lord Vader’s tone turns harsh. 

“But do not forget, girl,” he hisses. “I own you.” 

Feeling yourself go pale, you swallow thickly, looking away as a wave of dread and shame washes over you. 

“If you betray the faith I am putting in you, if you disobey The Empire…” he emphasises darkly, before pausing. Although you’re unable to read his expression, you’re sure he’s staring straight through you. His gaze burns you like fire, and you can feel fear gripping your heart. 

“I will not hesitate in cutting you down.” he growls, and you can sense his stone-cold sincerity. You’re frozen with fear, feeling absolutely foolish for being remotely celebratory, even if only internally.

Blood running cold, shivers down your spine, you default to what you learned in your time as a slave. 

Without thinking, acting completely on something akin to muscle memory, you drop to your knees. Steadying yourself with your hands, you press your forehead to the toe of Lord Vader’s boot. 

For slaves, this is an ultimate display of respect and compliance to their masters. 

“Yes, Lord Vader.” you affirm, strong and clear. Vader seems slightly taken aback, stepping back and leaving your forehead to hit the cold tile flooring. Your cheeks go hot as you rise, hoping he understood the gesture as you stand sheepishly before him. 

“Very well.” he speaks again after you stand. “Starting tomorrow, you will act as my personal attendant. You may go. Rest.” He commands, turning away from you once more, his attention going back to the galaxy outside the expansive window. 

Overwhelmed and in a daze, you turn to leave in what feels like slow motion.

 The trip from Vader’s personal quarters back to your suite passes you by in technicolor. Bidding you a polite goodbye, the droid leaves you to your privacy. 

Shell-shocked tears slide silently down your cheeks as you plop onto the bed. The gamble of putting your life in Vader’s hands did not seem like a winning one, but you had no choice. The feeling is gut-wrenching, and tears flow freely now. 

You just felt so god-damned confused, it was making you sick. The last 24 hours hardly seemed real at all. It was useless to wonder ‘why me’ because you knew the answer would not come, but that didn’t stop it from running through your mind on repeat. You once again mourn the life you lived as a free person, the old wounds bleeding once again. 

Your life was not extravagant by any means, living as a local farm hand, but it was simple. It was simple, and it was easy, and it was peaceful. 

On your home planet, you were known by the locals and travellers as the ‘Flower’ of your city for your beauty, kindness, and good grace. These traits along with the rumours about them were the sole reason you had not been on-planet when it was destroyed. 

While your home was under siege, you were stolen and trafficked into slavery for your proposed “worth” to slave traders. 

The years after that, you lived as a ghost in a life that was not yours. 

And now here you were, selling your soul. A better person, a stronger person, would have chosen death over serving the Empire. 

But years of torture had twisted your spirit, broken you. No longer were you that kind and graceful girl from the village everyone had known and loved. Years of torment molded you into something fearful, something hurt and covetous. And you hated yourself for it, though you had no power to change it. The part of you that now craved power, craved vengeance on those who had destroyed you is unchangeable. 

Many years you had spent yearning to torment those who had stolen you, who had taken everything from you. Many nights had you spent dreaming of all the ways you would destroy them given the chance. 

And now here it was, a chance dropped into your very lap. The chance to get close to the face of the Empire. Not only that, but Lord Vader himself guaranteed your safety. There were not many more of those who would be as trustworthy in that guarantee. After all, he was the strongest man in the galaxy. 

Sniffling, you begin to wipe your tears. You had already agreed with Darth Vader, there was no point in tears now anyway. 

If you were to do this, and you were, you were going to do it well. 

Rising from your place on the bed, you finish wiping your tears and begin preparing for the days ahead of you. 

That night is again filled with dreams. 

You find yourself on a lush windswept hillside bordering the sea, the air fresh and salty as it blows through your hair and across your face. Blissfully you stroll along the cliffside, breathing in the fresh air. As you walk, you begin to see a cloaked figure in the distance. 

Really, you sense him before you see him. His energy mirrors that of the sea below, mesmerising, tumultuous, and full of depth. You’re drawn to him, slowly making your way to the place at the edge of the cliff where he stands. 

The sunset melting in hues of pink and orange highlights his figure against the horizon, and when you reach him he turns to face you. 

You’re struck by his beauty, as if he had stepped out of a painting from the old Republic. His jawline is strong, his lips are plump, and he has a heavy brow with sandy coloured curls of shoulder-length hair framing his features. Yet the most striking thing about him is his eyes. They are the very same piercing, fiery eyes that had haunted you the night prior, framed by long cherubic lashes. 

But in this moment, you felt no fear. In fact, you were serenely calm, sensing no malice or ill-intent of the man before you. He too, was very tall as you stood in front of him, having to look up to look him in the eye. 

You both stand there for a long moment, looking at each other, taking each other in and feeling each other’s energies. You can see the compassion and empathy he has for you in his eyes as well as sense it radiating warmly off of him, as if he knows your life, as if he had lived it too. 

All this, and you had never seen him before in your life. And yet somehow, it felt completely normal. As if you had known him forever, and you were just now remembering. 

After a long while he opens his arm to you, beckoning you to join him. You follow without a second thought, coming to his left side and allowing him to drape his arm over you and pull you close as you both watch the sunset. His cloak drapes over your shoulders as he holds you, warmth falling comfortably over you with it. He smells deeply of leather, of musk and of burnt wood, and you breathe him in deeply. He gazes at the sea as you rest your head on his chest, in ecstasy purely from the simple act of human contact. It has been years since you’ve experienced the simple pleasures of being close to someone, and you savour every single moment. The tips of his fingers ghost over your left arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His arm comes up and he idly brushes his fingers through the soft locks of your hair as you listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat. 

Being held by him felt like home. 

As you both watch the cerulean waves crashing against the shore below, he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and your eyes flutter shut. 

Credz:

Lightsaber graphic credit: @saradika

[emoani]

n/a: I wasn't planning on going back and making this a series but I started writing on wattpad and I will post the chapters there in my language, if anyone likes it I can leave it here too on tumblr, so let's go!

chapter two

Vader looks unsure.

- What it was? You do not want me? -you ask, feeling your heart tighten with insecurity.

Darth Vader leaned towards you, his lips almost touching his. With eyes full of confusion he takes your hand.

- Oh, darling - he whispers - Why would you think that? Of course, I want you.

- You know, we never did anything. And I had to ask to kiss you - you remind him. - And you also know... - he takes a deeper breath - sometimes I still remember her.

- I understand. But I'm a different person, I also want you to love me and remember me for who I am!

- I know, and I wanted to love you so much. But it is hard. I have always loved Padmé. I can't get her out of my head. But I value you, and you are important to me. Understand that I don't see you as a second option. I just... I don't know how to describe what it's like.

He concludes sad and discouraged, knowing that that wasn't the best answer ever. But it was what he could give you at the moment. And you accepted it, because you knew you already had a lot. He never trusted any living being again after the tragedies that happened years ago in his life, you couldn't even tell if he trusted you. Vader was a mystery. A mystery that had been waiting for more than a minute for an answer from him, which never came.

- I swear, I will try - Vader says in his deep voice - Can you kiss me?

You feel sad knowing that Vader doesn't love you in the same way. But as always, you do as he asks. Time seems to pass slowly as he approaches. You hold his face with your hands, caressing his marks.

- I'm here to give all the necessary kisses - you say and join your lips to his, unable to control some tears that fall and mix, leaving the kiss salty. You think about how good it would be if those tears were magic and made him forget everything, all the pain and just love you.

- Do something with me...something you've never done with her - You whisper.

His face lights up for a brief moment and he seems for a moment to have lost the posture of a Lord, becoming embarrassed.

- H-What do you mean, wife? - He breathes nervously - What could I do?

- Anything! You answer him with an innocent smile, and he feels even more embarrassed for having thought about something sexual. Vader takes one of his gloved hands to your head and caresses you lightly.

- I can do anything - He says - And I know I can't give you everything at the moment, but with time I will do everything. I have to be honest, I'm not going to give you the same experiences, because I'm not going to be Anakin Skywalker, I'm going to be Darth Vader.

He's without his mask and you can see his expression full of pain and sadness. His yellow eyes, the color of a Sith's eyes. You dreamed of seeing Anakin Skywalker's blue eyes, but also Darth Vader's. And he didn't care if no one else understood, how could they love him. You didn't care if the whole world was against him, because for you there was nothing else other than him.

- Hey - You remind him - I love you, and all sides of you, Anakin, Darth Vader...

- Please... - He closes his eyes and becomes serious walking away from you - Anakin is dead!

You don't want to make him nervous, so you just decide to get back to the main topic.

- I thought of something now... It may seem silly, but can we hold hands?

- Yes, my wife.

Vader seems a little reluctant, they've never been one to show affection. But even so, he walks towards you slowly, leaving you a little embarrassed but happy. The Lord leaves the room where he was with you, starting to walk through the corridors of Mustafar's castle. The areas are dark and cold. You pass through several gates with Stormtroopers on guard, and several Imperials who don't even dare to look at you.

- Where are you taking me? - You ask curiously.

- Wherever you want - He says with his voice modulated because of the helmet he put on again, but even so you can feel his affection.

He continued holding your hand during the walk through the corridors. You can hear footsteps echoing through the castle, and every now and then a Stormtrooper or Imperial officer looks over at you.

- I have an empire to command. But I can have a walk hand in hand. We have nothing to do now but keep walking.

You smile and laugh happily, moved by his words. Of course he was lying and had a lot of things to do, but he still left everything to walk hand in hand with you for five minutes.

- I wish I could do this all the time - you speak quietly, almost in your thoughts.

- If I could, I would do it every day too. Who knows, maybe someday we'll be able to spend more time like this, for now this is the most I can offer.

- Lord Vader! Lord Vader! - One of the men from the empire appears from somewhere, panting - Sorry, but his presence is being required at a meeting of the Empire's command.

Vader lets go of his hand as soon as the man appears, because he doesn't want to appear fragile in front of too many people.

- Looks like you have to go.

- yes, unfortunately. I'll have to go - He says, sighing, and looks at you, wanting to give you one last kiss.

But he doesn't.

[mushroomlupin]

Inhale, Exhale

Pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader

Summary: reader is darth vader's padawan, but anakin skywalker is revealed to her during meditation

Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)

Warnings: mentions of nudity, choking, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) just overall smut y'all

Word Count: 2,010

Lord Darth Vader awaited your presence. 

Your Master.

The Jedi way had come to you naturally, its secrets whispered in your ears with every breath of wind. It flowed through your body like water, the Force swimming through your veins. No one agreed with Vader’s decision to train you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had saved you. But he didn’t question it. He just knew that you were the singular Jedi he couldn’t kill. Then, you knew him as Anakin Skywalker. But the next time you saw him, he was Lord Darth Vader. 

He would summon you. You would come. He would train you. He would excuse you. You would leave. 

It was simple and routine, like a daily meal. 

It was your very own ritual with Lord Vader.

People would whisper, wondering why you were so special, why you were the saved one. But no one dared to question his decision. 

Today was like any other day. You woke up. You meditated. You ate your usual breakfast with a side of herbal tea. You dressed yourself in your tunic and pants. You were summoned through the Force to go see the Lord. You grabbed your saber and followed his orders.

“I hope you have brought your focus today, Y/n,” he announced as you entered the large room.

You bowed down.

“I always bring my focus for you, Master,” you responded.

He walked down the set of stairs, his cape flying in the air behind him. 

“Shall we put it to the test?” he pulled his saber out from his side, the red color forming from the handle. 

You copied his actions, your own blue saber doing the same. 

“We shall, Master.” you agreed.

You trained, dueling with your sabers, red and blue clashing and igniting sparks of purple light throughout the space. He said things like “Use your anger, Padawan,” and “Feel the Force within you. Use it.”

Once the duel was over and his lightsaber was on the floor, you bowed to him. Your chest heaved and sweat droplets ran down your forehead. He used the Force to grab his red saber and put it away. You put yours away as well and got into position for meditation. 

You put your legs in Lotus position and closed your eyes.

You were transported into a field filled with aromatic flowers, which wasn’t unusual. You felt a gentle breeze lift your hair from the nape of your neck, which felt nice in comparison to the sweat sticking your hair to your skin previously. You breathed the sweet floral aroma into your nostrils, focusing on your breath as you exhaled and repeated. 

“Padawan.”

You looked ahead and, for the first time, your Master himself stood in front of you. Except he didn’t look like Lord Vader. 

He looked like Anakin Skywalker. 

His name nearly slipped out of your mouth, but you composed yourself and corrected your brain.

“Master?” you questioned.

His smirk was barely noticeable.

“Focus, Y/n.”

You frowned, clearly confused, but obliged. You inhaled, breathing in that scent of the field that you loved so much, before exhaling and repeating. 

You closed your eyes, but you could hear his footsteps. You could feel it as he walked closer to you, his presence getting more and more startling. You fought not to open your eyes.

“You’re doing so good,” you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Focus.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

It was getting harder and harder. You hoped he didn’t notice your breaths go uneven.

Of course he noticed.

You felt pressure around your neck.

“Focus,” he warned.

With every cell of restraint within you, you attempted to block him out as you breathed.

Inhale.

Exhale.

But you couldn’t help the sudden pulsing between your legs. 

The last thing you heard was a chuckle before you were brought back to the room with Master Vader.

“You may leave,” he excused you.

You bowed down to him once more and left.

* * *

You woke up the next day, trying to ignore the fact that you spent the previous night grinding against your fingers for hours, thinking of Anakin Skywalker and his presence during your meditation. You ate your breakfast and drank your herbal tea, dressed in your tunic and pants, and waited for your Master’s invite. 

It took longer than usual.

You were finally summoned through the Force, and you made your way to him with your heart thrumming in your chest. 

When you arrived, he was turned around as usual. 

“We are going to try something different today,” he announced.

You gulped.

“What did you have in mind, Master?”

He turned around, the light reflecting off of his helmet.

“We are going straight into meditation.”

Your cheeks flushed. You took your seat on the floor, going into position and closing your eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

It didn’t take long for you to go to your normal place, opening your eyes at the flower-covered field. 

He was there again. 

Like Master Vader, he was turned around. He was in his robes and his hair was long, the same way he looked in your last meditation. 

He looked exactly like he had the last time you had seen Anakin Skywalker…before he turned into Darth Vader. 

“Get your lightsaber ready,” he said, turning around to face you with a smirk plastered against his lips. 

To your surprise, your lightsaber was at your hip. You grabbed the handle and turned it on, the blue light pouring out of it. He repeated your action with his own red saber.

You took position, circling around him slowly before attacking. The two of you dueled like normal, except you were aware of his facial expressions and his permanent smirk. 

“Focus, Y/n!”

He could tell you were struggling. Of course, he could. 

Sweat dripped down your back as you used the Force and fought him. Your sabers clashed together, sparks flying and sizzling onto some of the flowers. 

Finally, you managed to get his saber out of his hands.

He nodded approvingly. 

“My Padawan has proved herself well.”

You blushed and bowed to him. 

“Thank you, Master.”

He walked closer to you, his lips upturned.

“Lord Vader’s one and only Padawan has proven to everyone that she is in fact a gift to the galaxy, much like her Master,” he complimented.

You nodded with a blush.

“Thank you so much, Master.”

He took a few more steps toward you. 

“Perhaps it’s time that her Master shows her just how much she’s proven herself…?” he trails off, his hand coming up to meet your throat. 

You lift your chin, staring into his eyes as he squeezes gently around your neck. You feel a pulsing in between your legs again, your limbs feeling weak and your mouth suddenly going dry.

Anakin moves your face close to his with his hand around your throat, finally meeting your lips with his own. It’s deep and fiery, filled with a passion that seems long overdue. His tongue slips between your lips and your tongue slides against his own. Your lips move against each other and your hands go to his hair, tangling in his chestnut locks. Suddenly, you feel his knee nudge your legs apart and move to your heat. You gasp at the intrusion and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his knee. 

“Look at my Padawan,” he laughs. “So needy, you’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”

You whimper aloud and he chuckles at your patheticness. 

He moves his knee away from you and his hand unravels around your throat. He slips his robe off of himself, his tunic following. Your mouth gapes at his toned torso, his chest puffed out and abs flexing underneath the sun. 

“Like what you see, Y/n?” His eyes are half-lidded and he looks more seductive than ever. 

You nod, words seemingly impossible to produce at the moment. 

“I’d like it if I could see my Padawan like this,” he admitted. “Could you do that for me? Can you take off your tunic for your Master?”

It took a moment to process his words, but you eventually nod and lift the fabric over your head and drop it onto the grass beneath you. His smirk gets more upturned as his lips return to your own and he grabs fistfulls of your breasts. Your lips open, your jaw dropping at the unknown feeling. His fingers play and tug at your nipples, his knee returning between your legs. 

“Master!” you gasp.

He grins against your lips, using the force to tug your trousers down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. Anakin released himself from your mouth and followed your pants, his knees dropping onto the grass beneath him. He wasted no time in forcing a leg onto his shoulder and burying his face between your thighs. You cried, his tongue lapping up all of your juices.

“Master,” you repeated like a prayer, “Master, Master, Master…”

His tongue swirled around your sensitive bead before suckling it between his lips. You felt a familiar sensation building up within you, like a fire that’s being tended to. This sensation grew more and more as he sped up the pace, obscene noises filling the air between you.

A pressure made its way back to your neck, as though the ghost of his metal hand had been wrapped around your windpipe. 

You screamed, thighs trembling around his face as you came onto his mouth. He lapped up all of your juices, groaning into your pussy which prolonged your orgasm.

Once your thighs stopped trembling around his chestnut curls, he stood back up and roughly turned you around. You could hear his pants drop to his ankles and he wasted no time entering you.

Your pussy squelched around him, your cum and your Master’s spit mixture a perfect lubricant for his thick cock. His metal hand replaced the Force, wrapping around your neck as he pounded into you.

“Kriff,” he cursed, skin slapping against skin. 

You moaned in response, feeling him thrust deeply inside of you.

“I know you can give me one more,” he brought his other hand around your body, his finger rubbing tight circles against your clit. “I know my Padawan can come for me once more for her Master.”

The pleasure was building, but you just couldn’t get there. You were spent. Your legs were sore, your body was tired, and there were tears that you hadn’t realized were there running down your face. 

“I can’t, Master!” you cried.

“You can,” he assured, his voice rough and dry. “Focus, Y/n.” 

His hand tightened around your throat, his cool metal fingers pressed against your pulse point. At the same time, his tip brushed against a spot within you that you hadn’t known was there. Fluid gushed out between your thighs as you came, your body spasming against him. He held you tight, fucking you through it before you felt his cock spurt inside of you. 

He slid out of you, both your juices combined spilling out and down your legs. He chuckled, wiping some of it with his fingers and popping his digits into his mouth with an, “Mmmm.”

Your jaw fell slightly at the sight, but you were so spent you could barely function. Anakin noticed your legs wobbling and laid his robe out onto the grass for you to lay on. You oblige, your chest heaving and your face flushed with exhaustion. 

He used his tunic to carefully wipe you, cleaning your sex as best as he could.

“You did so good, Padawan,” he smiled, brushing stray hair out of your face. “I knew you could do it.”

You blushed. 

“Was I good for my Master?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “You were good for your Master.” He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as you closed your eyes. “You may rest now, Padawan.”

And you did. 

You inhaled the aroma of sex and the sweet smell of flowers around you.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You felt yourself slip away in your Master’s arms.

[mountainsandmayhem]

You're a Brat, Little Dove

Joel Miller x Female!Reader

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Summary: You play with Joel at your 25 year high school reunion to get exactly what you want. CW: Dom!Joel, Sub/Dom, blowjob, throat fucking, gagging, nipple play, Brat!Tamer, unprotected p in v (they’re in a long-term relationship), oral (f and m receiving), anal play very briefly, pet names, cream pie kink, praise kink, degradation if you squint, denial and edging, NO AGE GAP (Joel and reader are in their 40’s)  A/N: I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the love that You're Mine and Stay Still have gotten. Truly, from the bottom of my cold, dead heart I really appreciate your likes, comments and reblogs. Hopefully you enjoy this one, as well. Dividers and banners by @saradika-graphics Word Count: 5.6k

Dress. Check. 

Nude heels. Check. 

2 daytime outfits.  Check. 

Drive home clothes. Check. 

Make up bag. Check.

Stop worrying so much. You’re not even leaving the country, you can buy what you forgot.

“You ok?” Joel asks as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Just the usual pre-travel anxieties.” You say, leaning into his warmth. Your arms unconsciously cross over his, hands resting on his forearms. 

“We’re not leaving the country, you can buy whatever you forgot,” you smile to yourself at how well he knows you as his lips press lightly to your temple. “Remember when I had to go out of town at the last minute before our Disneyland trip and you packed for all of us?”

“Mmhmmm,” you say. The memories come flooding in of those two little girls; one dressed as a princess from head to toe and the other refusing to take off her Darth Vader helmet. The latter was far braver on the “scary rides”, and held her sister's hand until they were both giggling and screaming with delight.

“You didn’t miss a single thing - for any of us. Including the nightlight that Sarah couldn’t be without and the granola bars that Ellie claimed were the only things she could have for breakfast.” 

You turn your head and gently press your lips to his. This is the kind of love that people write about. Supportive. Caring. Complete and unwavering trust. Each person is 100% in for the other, willingly giving when the other needs to take, and never keeping score. You don’t judge the other for any sort of anxiety they might be having or help they might be needing. Partners. Through and through. 

A noise from the kitchen brings you back and you break the kiss. “What is that incessant beeping?” 

“That’s your phone,” he laughs while pulling out of the hug and squeezing your sides. “It’s been going off all morning. Someone is messaging you on Facebook.” 

You squirm free of his wandering hands and go to brush your teeth. When you come back out to the kitchen he’s scrolling through the messages in your phone. 

“Who is it?” You ask, getting your morning coffee ready. 

Joel throws his head back, laughing loudly as he reads in a mocking voice, “Hi. Long time no talk. I saw your name on the guest list for the reunion this weekend. Can’t wait to catch up. Looks like you’re single. At least based on your profile. Glad to see you got rid of that goon you were dating in your 20s.” 

Your profile is blank, a picture of you holding baby Ellie the day you officially adopted her is the only thing on there, and you have maybe 15 friends. Truthfully, you aren’t even sure why you have it, even in the heyday of Facebook, you weren’t exactly a share-everything-about-yourself-on-the-internet type of girl.

“Oh god,” you laugh. “It’s Zack, isn’t it?” 

Joel wipes away a tear from laughing so hard. “Each sentence is its own message, but I’m a goon?” He slides your phone across the counter to you adding, “Can I punch him again when we see him?” 

Years ago, while visiting your parents, Zack got a little too handsy when you ran into each other at a local pool hall. Joel was and very much still is, a ‘touch her and die’ type of lover. 

You both laugh as you kiss him goodbye and head to work.

On your lunch break, you updated your profile picture to you and Joel with the girls at their high school graduation. Hopefully, Zack will get the message. By 5 pm you’re rushing home to get out the door and drive 5 hours to your old hometown. 

The minute you walk into the reunion you see women’s heads turning to look at Joel. You can’t say you blame them, Joel Miller is the dictionary definition of a DILF! And tonight, in perfectly tailored black pants, a crisp black dress shirt and black tie, his slightly outgrown curls pushed back, and grey scruff perfectly trimmed, he looks hot as sin. And then, just to add insult to an already smoldering hot injury, he recently came to terms with needing glasses for driving at night. Those black frames should be illegal. 

Over the last few days you’ve been sending him articles about spanking and on the drive up had an open and honest communication about what you both wanted out of it. Deep down you’re hoping tonight is your night, you’re tempted to just go back to the hotel and let him do whatever he wants. Instead, the two of you hit the bar to get a drink before finding a table to sit at.

“Who is that lady in the gold sequin dress with the black hair, almost directly behind you?” Joel asks awkwardly, sipping his whiskey.

You glance around the room, trying to not make it obvious when you catch the one person you don’t want around Joel staring right at him. 

“Lucy Garfield.” You say flatly. “She’s the one that slept with Zack seconds after I left for university. I thought they were married but she is eye fucking you so hard.”

“Gross,” he laughs, his nose crinkling up in disgust. He’s so endearing when he’s joking around with you, “Don’t say eye fucking.”

You laugh, “It’s what she’s doing Joel. I wonder how long before she’s over here talking to you.”

You start pushing your chair out from the table and he grabs your leg, “Leave me alone and you’re dead to me”

“Joel,” you giggle and try to push the chair more, “I kinda have to pee though.” 

“Babe, I'm serious. She scares me,” he says with a shudder. “I can feel her looking at me.” 

“Oh, she’s doing more than looking…” you tease, sliding your chair back in.

“Don’t say it.”

He squirms as you lean in to his ear and whisper, “Eye fucking.”

“I hate you.” 

After a few hours of catching up with old friends, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and grab another drink for you and Joel. When you come out of the bathroom Lucy is alone at your table with Joel. You can see the discomfort on his face as she shows him something on his phone. You’re not jealous or worried, but when Zack approaches you at the bar you decide to have a little fun.

“So you didn’t break up with him after all?” He’s leaning back cockily on the bar, arms crossed, eyes locked on Lucy. 

“No,” you laugh while ordering drinks; whiskey neat for Joel and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon for you. “I never planned to.” 

“I figured. Lucy seems to take a liking to anyone you set your sights on.”

“You would know best, Zack.” You’re still facing the bar, but you see Zack glance quickly in your direction at the dig. “Any advice for poor Joel over there?”

“Don’t leave the best thing that ever happened to you for a gymnast with...” he stops speaking when he looks back to you, seeing you with one eyebrow raised as you sip your wine. “She and I are getting divorced.” 

“I assumed.”

“Oh?”

And that’s when you hear it. Your song with Joel. 

‘I know what you look like in the morning

Your kisses are soft and warm’

Joel looks around the room for you, when he spots you at the bar a mischievous grin crosses your face and you lean in close to Zack. 

“Dance with me?” You whisper, giving him the puppy eyes he never used to say no to. 

‘I can draw you with my eyes closed 

Seen you with nothing on but the radio’

He places a hand on your lower back and leads you to the dance floor before pulling you in close. Huh, you think to yourself, 25 years later and still got it.

You look away from Joel and give Zack a tight lipped smile as the first verse of the song melts into the chorus. 

‘I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh 

The way you tilt your head for a photograph

What other guy knows you like that’

You fight the urge not to look past Zack’s shoulder and over at Joel as Zack’s voice drones on in the distance, telling you about his divorce. 

‘And I can name the first guy you ever kissed’

You can’t help but sneak a glance at Joel. Zack is the first guy you kissed and Joel knows it.

‘I can name the perfume on your wrist’

Joel crosses his arms, staring at you darkly from across the room. Fuck, you think maybe you bit off more than you can chew.

‘What other guy knows you like that’

Joel stands and strides over to you. 

Yes. Got him. He doesn’t look mad, if anything he’s looking at you with dangerous desire in his eyes. Your heart flutters as heat travels between your thighs.

“Babe, we gotta go.” 

Zack starts to protest but you release yourself from his arms and say with a big smile, “It was lovely catching up. Thank you for the dance.” 

As Joel leads you off the dance floor he growls quietly in your ear, “You’ve been a very bad girl, Little Dove.” 

The car ride back to the hotel is silent. Not a word is uttered between either of you, the second the elevator door closes Joel presses you back against the wall.  Towering over you, one of his hands roughly pulls down the right cup of your dress and bra, he pinches your nipple hard between his thumb and pointer finger. 

You gasp out in pain, but he doesn’t say anything, just glares down at you. As the pain morphs into pleasure you squeeze your thighs together, your panties starting to soak through. He releases you when the elevator stops and turns his back to you, you cover your abused nipple back up before you follow him into your room.

“Clothes off and kneel,” he growls, throwing a pillow haphazardly at your feet.

“Joel-I…” you stutter out. He stalks across the room, only the discarded pillow separating you. 

“I said,” he starts harshly. “Clothes off and kneel, Little Dove.”

You swallow the dry lump in your throat while sliding the zipper down the side of your black dress, letting it fall to the ground. A deep, guttural moan escapes Joel as you kick the dress aside and remove your bra and panties. You’re completely bare for him, nothing but your nude heels left. 

“That’s better. Now kneel.” 

You do as he says, getting into his desired position; hands on your lap and eyes aimed at the floor in front of you. He bends, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. You expect to see his eyes dark and lips tight, instead, you’re met with softness, his chocolate brown eyes boring into you.

“Little Dove,” he starts, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I am going to punish you for being a brat tonight. Everything I plan to do is things we’ve talked about.” 

“Like what?” You ask as your mouth goes impossibly dry.

“No, you don’t get answers tonight. You’re in trouble. Do you remember your safe words?”

You nod, “Yes sir.”

The colour coding system is how Joel prefers to do things. Red if you need to end things, yellow if you need a break or to slow down, and green to keep going.

His thumb caresses your cheek, “That’s my girl.” 

Joel stands abruptly and your gaze follows him. When he looks down at you, his features are no longer soft. His eyes are almost black, eyebrows slightly knit together and jaw clenched. He snaps his fingers and points at the ground and you immediately obey, shifting your gaze back to where he prefers it. He walks across the room, uncuffing the sleeves of his black dress shirt and rolling them up his thick forearms. You hear the unmistakable sound of him removing his tie and his glasses being placed on the table.

“You were a brat tonight, Little Dove,” he says darkly. “Remind me, do I like brats?” 

“No, sir.” It comes out in a nervous squeak.

Joel stares at you for a while and it’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes on the ground. If Joel had to classify himself, he’d say he was a pleasure Dom. He’d rather use pleasure until you’d beg him to stop, but pleasure is earned, and you used that song and your ex-boyfriend to get to him tonight. He saunters back over and pets your head, just as you start to close your eyes and lean into his touch he grips your hair hard and pulls until you’re once again looking up at him. A shocked yelp comes out of you as you make eye contact. 

“I think you did this on purpose because you so badly want me to spank you.”

“N-no, sir.” 

“No? I bet if I reached in between your legs and felt your pretty little pussy she’d be soaked for me right now. Am I right?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Take out my cock, Little Dove.” 

His grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as you reach up with shaky hands to undo his belt and pants. As you slide his dress pants down his thick thighs you can see him already hard under his tight black boxers. As you lower those, his thick cock springs free, brushing against your face.

“Hands on my thighs,” he barks.

You jump slightly at the harsh tone and move your hands to rest along the sides of his thighs. He moves his free hand to one of yours and taps on your hand 3 times. “You do that if you need to stop. Show me.” 

You tap 3 times on his thigh like he showed you. “Too bad you were such a bad girl tonight. I wanted to please you and not punish you.”

He moves his hand to fist his cock a few times. It brushes your lips as he continues to speak. “Who do you belong to, Little Dove?”

“You sir,” you answer firmly but quietly. 

“That’s right. Open.”

You lick your lips and obey his orders. He lines himself up and slides the tip of his cock in your mouth, pumping his shaft slowly with his hand, the other still locked in your hair. 

“Mine,” he says it like he’s claiming you as he works more of himself into your mouth. You’re surprised how he takes his time, inching in a little before pulling back, letting you swirl your tongue around to get him nice and wet. When he’s finally all the way in, pushing against your gag reflex he groans out, “So…completely…mine.”

You look up at him through your lashes and remind yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, moaning around his cock before he pulls it all the way out. Saliva falls from your mouth and he smirks at you cockily while he fucks himself with his palm, the tip of his leaking dick resting on your tongue. The salty taste of his pre cum sends a fresh wave of arousal to the apex of your thighs, you can feel it gathering on your calves that are tucked underneath you. 

Without warning, Joel starts to fuck your throat. He pushes himself all the way in and you gag around him before he pulls out halfway. He continues this punishing rhythm for a while, muttering darkly about how you’re a bad girl and you deserve to be punished.  

You’re taken aback by how much you fucking love it. Watching him tower above you all big and strong but you know he’s falling apart. He’s becoming putty because of you and your mouth. It’s filthy and slightly degrading, but you realize that you’re the one in control here. You could do this forever and make a mental note to find times to act out more often.  Tears start to run down your cheeks as his thrusts turn sloppy. You know he’s close so you hum around his cock.

“Oh fuuuuck, baby.” He pulls himself out and steps back, strings of saliva falling from his cock and landing on your chin. Your hands hit the ground in front of you as you gasp in a full breath for this first time since he started using your mouth.  The heat between your thighs is starting to become unbearable.

“What did you think was going to happen - huh?” he says in a deep and condescending tone. “That I’d spank you and then make you come?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry though, you’d do it again just to feel that gush between your thighs when he hits the back of your throat. 

“Only good girls get spankings. So let me make myself very clear.” You straighten your spine and look up at him as he goes back to petting your hair. 

“You are not allowed to cum.” His voice is deep and scratchy, you’re sure he could make a living by narrating erotica, but that voice is yours.

A small whimper escapes you as he continues. “I’m going to continue to use you how I want. If I think you’ve proven yourself to be my good girl, you’ll get that spanking you want so desperately. Understand?” 

He almost purrs as he says good girl and it turns you feral. “Yes, sir.” 

He reaches a hand to you and helps you stand. He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks before kissing the tip of your nose. “Get on the bed.”

As you walk to the bed you bring one leg up to remove your heels. “Leave them on. Hands and knees, Little Dove.”

Fuck, he knows this is your kryptonite. And fuck, you’re back to thinking that maybe you bit off more than you can handle. Joel is predictable about his Sunday plans during football season and nothing else. 

After stripping off his clothes he comes up behind you, rubs the warm tip of his cock through your slit and he lets out a deep moan. Both of you can hear the wetness as he moves from your clit to your ass. “Mmmm - my bad girl clearly liked having me fuck her throat. You’re soaked for me.”

A firm hand pushes down between your shoulder blades and your upper body hits the mattress. at this new angle, everything is bare to him. 

“Mine,” he says again before placing a few long, slow licks from your clit to your ass, swirling and pressing his tongue in all the right places. “So…completely…mine.” 

His tongue teases your clit as he lightly teases your ass with the pad of his thumb.  The heat begins to spread to your spine, the world falls away and all you’re left with is Joel.  Joel and his wonderful and magic tongue.  Joel and his ability to make you cum.  His voice from earlier rings through your cries of pleasure, ‘you are not allowed to cum.’

“I…n-no…” you stutter, squeezing all your muscles to stop the orgasm that’s fast approaching. “That’s gonna…I’m gonna!” 

“Don’t you dare, Little Dove.” He bites down on your ass cheek and you yelp in pain, but glad for the distraction from how close you were to finishing. 

“Such a bad little girl tonight.” He says into your skin before continuing to tease you with his tongue, swirling your clit, moving to gently flick your ass, then back to your clit. You never know where his tongue might explore next and you find yourself mentally mapping out each aisle of your favorite grocery store with your eyes clamped shut to distract yourself. 

“I wanna be a good girl,” you beg, utterly desperate to follow his rules tonight. “Please stop. I wanna be good, sir.” 

“Poor thing,” he says mockingly, rising and sliding himself inside you so slowly that you feel every inch, vein, and ridge. 

“Fuuuuuuuccccck,” you gasp as he bottoms out. A small, pleading ‘please’ escapes your lips but you don’t even know what you’re asking for. Your body feels like liquid at this point, every muscle relaxed and every bone somehow missing. It’s a complete state of nirvana, if only he’d let you cum.

“Not yet,” he drags out of you and slams back in, a complete juxtaposition to how he first entered you. His grip on your hips is so tight that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “This is my pussy, mine. Say it.”

“Y-yours…” you manage to whine. “oh fuck…yours Joel.”

“That’s right, babygirl.  Mine. So…completely…mine.”

One of your shoes falls to the ground as he continues to slam into you.  You no longer know the difference between right and left, you just know that one shoe is missing. As you reach back to touch him, he pins your hand to your lower back, sliding almost all the way out before slowly pressing his hips flush with your ass. 

“No,” he says sternly. “Only good girls get to touch.” 

You scream out his name, begging him to let you cum. Joel leans forward and pulls you up, still fully inside of you, he holds you still against his warm chest, the combination of your sweat and his sweat feeling sticky along your back.  

“You like when I use you like this, Little Dove?”

“Yessss,” you whine. You force yourself not to roll your hips even though the need to orgasm is almost painful. The word yellow flows through your mind. You could say it. You could say it and get what you want, but you trust Joel. You trust that he has bigger and better plans for you. 

“Say it,” he commands while rolling your earlier pinched nipple between his fingers. 

“Use me, sir….Please. I want to please you.”

“That’s my girl. My perfect little submissive.”

He pushes you back down into the sheets and fucks you harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans and squeals fill the room. You tense every muscle again to stop the orgasm that’s right on the surface. 

“Where do you want it, Little Dove?”

“Inside me, sir.”

Joel curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby.” 

“Fill me, sir.”

“Such a filthy little girl. D’you know that?” His voice is strained, you know he’s close and you just have to hold off a little longer. 

“Only for you,” you say through moans and gasps.

That’s what does it and you push him over the edge with your words, the heat of his spend filling you as he lets out a loud moan. “Good fucking girl.”

He moves his hips into you a few more times, filling you so much it starts to leak out. “Fuck, takin’ me so well, soundin’ so goddamn sweet as you beg.” 

He doesn’t stay in long after he cums, which you’re thankful for because you’re sure a faint breeze could make you detonate at this point. He steps back to admire the mess he’s made, using his fingers to push his cum back inside you before sitting next to your knees.

“Get over my knee.” 

You rush on shaky limbs to get over this lap, wiggling your ass in nervous excitement. He uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. “Mmm - that’s my good girl.” 

Joel uses his other hand to draw slow circles along your cheeks. His warm and calloused fingers send shivers across your body.  “How many do you think you should get?” 

“10,” you respond sheepishly. 

Joel laughs deeply to himself. “You were a brat. Do you really think 10 is enough?” 

You audibly swallow in response to what you know is a rhetorical question. You didn’t think your pussy could throb any harder, but his voice, his hands, and this position has every nerve in your body aflame. 

“20, and if you behave, I’ll stop at 15.” 

“Please, sir.” The anticipation is killing you.

“Ok. I am going to spank you with my hand 20 times. You are going to count and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. Understand?” 

“Yes, sir.”  You try not to whine, but you need to be touched,

“Give me a colour baby”

“Green,” you whisper needily. 

2 sharp and quick slaps hit your ass.

“1 and 2,” you squeal, “I’m sorry” 

Light finger strokes tickle along the back of your thighs and up towards the now stinging skin. Joel’s hand disappears from your body and you tense. 

“Shhh,” his thumb holding your wrist strokes the soft skin. “Take a deep breath, Little Dove.” 

You inhale shakily, as you try to relax on your exhale, his hand comes down again. When the two of you did your research on spanking, all the experts said you’d know the sound of a good spank, and Joel being, well Joel, has taken it to a new level of perfection. His third spank stings, but it’s quickly replaced with a fresh wave of warmth in your core. 

“Three. I’m sorry,” you love how quickly he can turn you into a whining mess.

From that point you’re in a trance. You almost feel like you’re floating outside your body as Joel continues your punishment. You hear your voice counting each strike of his hand.  A rush of adrenaline courses through you after each one and you can feel his spend leaking out and dripping in between your thighs.

“Eight. I’m sorry” 

“Messy messy girl.” He says, swiping a finger up your thigh and through the folds of your swollen pussy, he stays away from your clit but you could scream with how good it feels. “I should make you clean this up.” 

You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to face him, readying yourself for him to slide his fingers down your throat. Instead, he licks his fingers clean and then lays 3 quick smacks across your ass. 

“Eleven. Oh god,” your body jolts with the first one but by the third you’re rolling your lips into him for friction, you need more. More pain. More of his fingers. More of anything and everything he’s willing to give you. “I’m sorry.”

Joel isn’t surprised to see that you like the pain, but he is surprised by how much he likes seeing you in pain. He was hesitant about this whole thing, worried about hurting you, but you’ve never looked more beautiful. A blush lights your face and neck, a thin sheen of sweat across your body. Your squeals and cries slowly become wanton moans. He knows it hurts you, but he can also see how that pain is temporary followed by a rush of adrenaline and pleasure. 

“Good job, Little Dove,” he rubs the red hand prints gently. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” 

You relax into his lap as his praises wash over you. You feel completely submissive to him and for the first time, you feel what he said earlier. You are his. So completely his. 

“My,” SMACK 

“Perfect,” SMACK

“Little,” SMACK 

“Submissive,” SMACK 

They happen so quickly that all you can do is moan loudly in ecstasy, heat flooding your core to the point that it’s unbearable.  Pressure behind your eyes builds as your neediness grows.  

“Fif-fifteen. I’m sorry, sir.” You’re squirming uncontrollably, tears threaten to spring from your eyes.

“Please - please. It huuuurts.” Joel knows it’s not the spanking that hurts, it’s the animalistic need to cum that’s causing you so much discomfort. 

“There’s my good girl,” he growls, sliding 2 fingers deep inside you. He curls them forward into your tight and messy heat. The squelching of his cum mixed with your arousal fills the room.

“Does this feel good, Little Dove?” 

“Please Joel,” you sob through stuttered breaths, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “P-please - don’t stop.”

“Fuck I love when you say please. Did you know that?  How it makes my cock twitch hearing you whine sweetly, asking so nicely.” 

He slows his fingers, he knows how sensitive you are, he can feel your pussy gripping tightly to his fingers and he wants to bring you pleasure now, not push you into overstimulation. “You took those so beautifully, Little Dove. I’m so proud of you.” 

You cry out a thank you, your orgasm is right there, the heat in your stomach and spine ready to erupt and spread to the rest of your body. As you squirm on his lap you can feel his erection growing beneath you. Joel continues curling his fingers against your most sensitive spot, his other hand letting go of your wrists and moving to soothe the handprints he left. The gentleness of one hand combined with the demanding desire of the other sends your mind swirling. 

“Get up, baby girl.” He slides his fingers out from you and you want to cry out and complain before he adds, “I want you to cum on my cock.” 

Joel steadies you as you stand up in front of him, “Hold on, spin around.” 

You do as he says, albeit slightly confused until he presses his lips to the bright red handprints he’s tattooed across your skin. 

Yep, you think to yourself. I’m His. So completely his. 

You lay back on the bed, Joel crawling between your legs. He’s looking at you the way he used to when you first met, taking in every inch of your skin almost as if to commit it to memory. It’s the complete opposite of how he looked at you while you danced with Zack. His dangerous desire has turned to an overwhelming softness. 

“Lift your hips, baby,” he slides a spare pillow under you. 

His strong hands massage your hips gently as his eyes rake over your red and swollen pussy. “Oh - that looks painful, baby. Do you need me to take care of it?” 

You whine out in frustration, “Please, sir. I need to cum. Please.” 

He lets out a whispered ‘oh god’ at your pleas, hooking one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, the other wrapping around his waist as he lines himself up and then leans down to softly press his lips to yours. He slides inside of you slowly and you’re instantly shaking underneath him. 

“Shhh, you’re ok,” he whispers into your lips before kissing you harder, rocking his hips with perfect precision. “I’m right here. I got you, baby. I got you.”

The soft part of his belly grazes your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “Oh god - I’m gonna cum.” 

“There you go, baby. Cum for me.” 

You fall apart around him, your head falling back in a silent cry to the ceiling. A buzz of electricity shutters through your whole body, your walls clenching around him harder than you thought was possible. 

“That’s it,” he says into your neck as he licks and kisses. “Let go for me.” 

His words spread more tingles along your skin, you tangle your hands in his curls and pull his face to yours. Kissing him deeply as you start to come down. He stills inside you as he comes again, sending you into a wave of aftershocks. You swallow his moans in your kisses, you never want this to end.

“Stay here honey,” Joel says, getting up to walk with wobbly legs to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and carefully wipes you clean. Your body jolts and you cry out when he gets near your clit, he whispers apologies while drying you with a towel.

You start to get up. “Are you ok?” he questions. 

“I have to pee,” you laugh. As you wash your hands you take in your reflection. Your poor nipple is purple from the elevator, you have mascara down your face, and as you predicted, you are already bruising from his grip on your hips. You spin to see angry, dark red splotches along the globes of your ass and you smile at yourself. Fuck, is there something wrong with me? 

Even though you’re exhausted, you practically skip back out to the bed where Joel is holding a big glass of water and some soothing lotion that he purchased weeks ago for this exact moment. He laughs and shakes his head, he knows he’s in for it now seeing how happy you are with yourself. 

“Drink this and then lay on your stomach please,” adding a quick, “you little brat.” 

“So bossy.” You joke and roll your eyes, but you both love this part and as elated as you are right now, you know you need the aftercare so that your anxieties don’t get you later. So, you do as he says. You drink the water and then lay on your stomach. Joel rubs the cooling lotion on your marks and then places long, light kisses along your spine.

“How are you feeling?” He coos between kisses.

“I’m great. That was amazing. How are you feeling? I know you weren’t too sold on spanking me.”

Joel lies beside you and pulls you in, his front presses against yours, both of you using your own arm as a pillow. “Honestly, I’m surprised by how much I liked it. You looked so beautiful the entire time. I didn’t think I would like it, but….” He trails off looking slightly embarrassed, using his free hand to play with your hair. 

“But?” you push.

“But…well a man my age doesn’t get multiple orgasms very often, makin’ me feel like we’re in our 20’s again.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to act out more often. Any cute guys on the job site I can eye fuck?” 

Joel growls as he pulls you over to rest on his chest. “Mine. Now go to sleep, Little Dove. And stop saying that.” 

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