Jun 29, 2024
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thinking about vader…
thinking about how he’d tower over you, he definitely enjoys the size difference.
thinking about how he would definitely look into your thoughts, he wants to know everything you think about especially the dirty thoughts.
thinking about how he can easily just pick you up and throw you around.
thinking about how he’d keep you in his lap during meetings and he would definitely use the force to play with you.
thinking about how he is so obsessed with you, he will never let you leave his sight, no matter what.
thinking about how he likes letting you ride him, he never helps you, he wants you to do all the work, he’d only keep a firm hand on your ass, just to smack you every once in a while.
thinking about how he never lets you near his mediation chamber, he’d punish you if he ever caught you there.
that’s all, i love vader<3
Allow me// ch 18
a/n: ok pooks- I have obviously not written in a hot min so im so so sorry if my style and writing are not as good as they once were :( I hope you still enjoy but ik how badly written fics can impact hte experience so i hope it hasn't gone too downhill lol- ive also just been speaking german for like 3 months so that also isnt helping my already bad grammar
Desire is just within reach.
warnings: Smex, cursing?, Vaders big-scarred dick, body worship, afb!reader, mention of pussy lol, p in v, oral (m recieving), fingering
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You shivered at the cool tile under your feet once you got out of the shower. The bathroom was foggy with soothing steam as you dried off.
Today was long and you were feeling a little tense after the odd interaction with Vader earlier. Thankfully you were able to push that thought to the back of your mind once you felt the warm water cascade down your tired body.
Once you were finished drying off, you walked to your room and dawned one of the silk nightgowns Vader has (secretly) gifted you. It was sage green with soft lace along the bottom hem and low halter neckline.
You sat down on your bed and brushed your hair as you hummed a soft melody that was stuck in your head.
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Vader’s new found determination and willpower coursed through his veins as he signaled for his bath to be drained.
The cooling liquid slowly drained as he hung over the platform, waiting for his legs to be lifted to his ports.
He hadn’t felt so self assured since his last days as Anakin…
So he took in every moment he could- he felt powerful… worthy.
Once his limbs were all attached, he flexed his hands and arms to check everything was in place. His bionic appendages attached to his body seamlessly- nothing felt excruciating today.
His body felt different, for the first time in a long time it felt like it was his once more.
Like he was in control.
He was dizzy with adrenaline- he wanted to take his X wing and go find Palpatine at that very moment. But he couldn’t, he needed to think about this, he needed a plan.
Was this all eventually going to happen? Would he have found himself again eventually? Or were you the catalyst?
You.
You with your wit and bright eyes. You with your tender touch and lovely soul.
His muse.
You were his reason to live.
Soon his determination was diverged from its original path of destruction- now, what he needed was something he could have.
Something within reach.
He tensed and looked down to see his usually dormant member proudly erect and throbbing with desire.
His yellow eyes widened- he wasn’t even sure it could get that hard anymore. He worried if he touched it, he would come undone on the spot- but he couldn’t help himself.
Reluctantly he wrapped his cool digits around the pale and scarred shaft- he sucked in a sharp breath from the cold sensation before giving himself two long pumps.
He groaned and his metal knees shivered. It felt good- so good, but not enough.
He needed warmth…
He needed you.
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You yawned as you finished reading over your schedule for tomorrow getting ready for bed.
As you were about to pull back your sheets, you felt a compelling force exerting pressure on your chest- a shiver ran down your spine as you felt overwhelmed with a new (but good) sensation.
Suddenly you heard the oh so familiar sound by your door… that breathing.
Vader was here.
Before you knew it, you had moved towards the door and opened it in anticipation.
In front of you stood Darth Vader, but not in his normally composed state- instead, he seemed a bit disheveled; his armor was askew, his breathing was ragged, and his cloak wasn’t quite fastened correctly.
Your first instinct was to ask what was wrong, but before you could, Vader stepped into your room and slid the door shut with a simple movement of his fingers.
“V, I didn’t expect to see you tonight” you said in surprise as he stood in the entry to your room.
Without words he advanced towards you and the sensation in your chest grew.
Was it his doing? Or simply a side effect of his domineering aura.
“I…” he began, his mechanical voice sounding as if it had dropped an octave (if that was even possible).
“Have been thinking about you” he finished as he gently brushed your exposed shoulder with one of his gloved hands.
You closed your eyes and whimpered at the cool sensation of the leather before opening them again to see your lover’s masked face peering down at you from his lofty height.
“H-have you?” you squeaked out as he ran his hand up your shoulder, over your collarbone, and finally resting on the side of your neck.
The sensation…the pressure was becoming all too much- you felt your desire pooling underneath your nightgown.
You knew he was a bold man, but when it came to you, he usually seemed to like for you to set the pace during these sort of endeavors.
Not that you minded, this.
It made everything all the more exciting as your anticipation for his next moves grew (much like the bulge under his codpiece).
You leaned into his touch and he ghosted his thumb over your plump lips before gently positioning his gloved hand around your neck as if he were going to choke you.
Instinctively you grasped his forearm, the strong metal under the glove, fixed under your touch.
“Vader” you breathed out before running your hands down his torso.
He choked back a moan from the sensation of your fingernails running down his chest. Without another word he lifted you onto your bed and positioned himself between your legs.
His strong hands traversed your body as he gripped onto your soft flesh; he desperately wished he could feel your skin, your warmth.
“Vader, what’s gotten into you?” you asked, trying not to sound like you weren’t practically on the verge of ripping his codpiece off.
He continued kneading your breasts through the thin fabric as he lowered his helmet to your ear, “I need to feel you- we’ve waited long enough…” he whispered.
You put your hands delicately on the sides of his mask to bring him up to your face. Vader felt his heart racing as he looked into your big beautiful eyes, your lashes batting as you waited for his next words.
“I need you,” he admitted breathlessly.
Without a second thought you looked behind the large man and flipped on the switch that pressurized your room.
“Then have me” you responded.
Vader groaned behind his mask before shoving up the bottom of your gown so that your red lacy panties were on full display for him. His cock throbbed at the sight- the color was the same color as his lightsaber, he had them custom made for you and set them in your drawer a while back.
He didn’t know if you ever actually wore them, but now he made a mental note to get more designed.
“Let me see you”
Your voice brought him back to you and without any hesitation he obliged, allowing you to take off his helmet. He was about to lean himself back over you but you pressed a hand against his chest.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his unmodulated voice a bit raspy.
“All of you” you said, unclasping this cape and removing his armor.
Again, he allowed you to remove whatever you wanted until he was down to just his robes.
He softly laid you back down onto your bed with labored breaths as you guided him on top of you. His exposed silver digits made you gasp as they sunk into your sides. Vader softly planted his scarred lips on your stomach before slowly making his way towards your neck.
The juxtaposition of his cool touch and warm mouth made you dizzy. His kisses to your neck became deeper and you began to think that they might leave marks.
You clawed at the robes on his back as he nibbled at your earlobe.
“You are mine” he declared in his true voice.
“I am” you confirmed before pulling him in for a kiss.
Your tongue explored his mouth as his hands explored your body more.
Vader felt like he could burst at any second, but he needed to keep himself under wraps a bit longer.
It had been quite a long time since the sith had done anything this explicit. It wasn’t that he forgot how to, it was more so he wasn’t quite sure if what he would normally have done would still feel good.
Despite the doubt, he opted to test it out.
Cautiously, he pushed himself back up and slowly drew his fingers down between your legs. His intense eyes never left yours as he pulled your panties off and experimentally swiped a finger over your clit. Your face scrunched at the sudden feeling before he inserted a digit into your warmth.
You gasped and he added another.
His fingers reached further, making you cling on to his shoulders with a gasp.
He felt a spurt of precum shoot out of his dick at your reaction.
“Oh dont stop” you moaned as he began to touch your breasts with his free hand.
In your ecstasy driven state, you quickly attempted to pull his robes off (not quite understanding how they were tied). After a few attempts, Vader understood what you wanted- it was then, and only then- that he paused.
He withdrew his digits garnering a whine from you before he stood to his full height with a furrowed brow. He hadn’t shown all of himself to you yet, you had seen his body and the damages he had withstood, but you had never seen his whole body.
He had never shown himself willingly to anyone since his accident.
Insecurities began slipping back into his mind- what if you were appalled, what if you didn’t want him like that anymore-
Vader was drawn back to you once more as your hands found his hips. He looked down to see you on your knees, staring up at him through thick lashes.
Maker.
What he wouldn’t do for you.
“It’s ok V”
Your assurance comforted him enough to begin removing his robes. As each layer came off, the more you wanted him.
The texture of his damaged skin may have deterred others, but you saw him as a masterpiece. Every burn, every scar, every ridge told his story.
Soon he was down to only his underwear, making it hard for you not to shamelessly stare at his member straining against the thin fabric.
You busied yourself by running your hands along his taught muscles- all that time lugging around that monstrous suit definitely strengthened the body he had left.
His muscles bulged as he crawled back on top of you slowly pressing his clothed erection between your legs with a groan. He dragged his length up your pussy and bathed in the sensation of your wetness dampening his underwear.
It wasn’t often he could actually feel something.
Especially something so magnificent.
He moaned softly into your ear as you locked your legs around his waist, rutting his cock against your sensitive bud. His eyes were shut in bliss as you rocked him back and forth against your core.
That was until he felt your hand slip under his waistband.
With a choked cry Vader’s yellow eyes shot open as you gave him a few slow pumps.
“shit“ he cursed as his arms wavered.
“That’s it, let me please you” your voice rang in his ear.
No longer were insecurities surrounding his mind- you were taking charge.
You wanted him.
You guided him onto the bed and began to pull his briefs down his legs until you successfully discarded them onto the floor with all of his other garments.
Now.
Here he was. The mighty Darth Vader. In all of his glory- his pale member standing proudly.
Just for you.
The sight alone was enough to get you there.
You raked your nails gently down his stomach, over his ports, and finally rested at the base of his dick.
He was heavy and quite stiff. You took a moment to look him over; he was big (of course he was), there were veins running up the sides with a rather prominent one running from the left side to the tip. As for the head, it was puffy and angrily red (yearning for release no doubt).
Just like the rest of his body, his member was littered with old burn scars.
Vader was about to apologize for the sight, but before he had the chance, you had him half way down your throat.
The sith shuddered beneath you as his hips unintentionally bucked up at the sensation. You groaned as you tried to take more of him; the vibrations of your noises made him see stars. It was when you reached a sneaky hand around to cup his heavy balls that he knew he was done for.
He let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard before pulling you off of him and switching positions so that you were under him once more.
You wiped your mouth before he plunged his lips against yours and gripped his length with his right hand. Breathlessly he rested his forehead against yours as you cupped his face with your hands.
“Are you alright Vader?” you asked as you noticed he was wheezing a bit.
He nodded before shutting his eyes for a moment. Quickly, Vader called upon the force to assist him in temporarily regulating his breathing so that he could finish- he was almost there.
“I want to be inside of you” he managed through ragged breaths.
You nodded vigorously before wrapping your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for his length.
In one swift motion he pushed himself into your aching cunt with an exasperated sigh.
Holy shit, you were tight. Your gummy walls sucked him right in and he swore that you were made for him.
“Oh Maker, y/n. Your pussy is going to make me cum” Vader grunted as he slammed his hips into yours.
Never had you heard him talk so vulgarly…
Pussy? You expected him to say anything but that. For some deranged reason, his words only turned you on more. Soon you were meeting his thrusts with your own as he hit all the right spots.
“Say it louder” you demanded, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Maker, your pussy was made of me- I'm gonna- I’m cumming! I’m-” he babbled as he feverishly slammed his aching cock into you before releasing a primal cry.
Soon his warm seed flooded your insides as you felt your own climax wash over you like a tsunami. Your legs shook around his waist as your walls clamped down on him, begging for every last drop.
Vader’s hips stuttered as his bionic legs began to tremble before he collapsed on top of you with a sigh. You gasped as his length was pushed back deep inside of you, before soothingly running your hands up and down his broad back, helping him come down from his high.
Once the debilitating sensation passed, you coaxed him off of you and helped him lie down on the bed beside you. He whined as you pulled yourself off of his spent dick- it twitched and pulsed as the cool bedroom air hit it after being in your warmth for so long.
You handed Vader one of the extra oxygen tubes you kept in your room for him before he reached for his cape to clean you off with.
“You are so beautiful” he whispered, looking at you with his magnificent blue eyes.
You sleepily smiled and caressed his cheek, “and so are you, my love”.
Vader felt his heart swell and his expression soften as he found his place next to you; blue eyes mapping your features as if he would never see you again.
This is all he ever wanted.
And he would protect you with his life.
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a/n: okiiii soooo yea, idk- bro wasn’t gonna last long 😔- hope it was good! thx for reading :)
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Uhh would you be willing to write a little drabble about crispy Vader with a breeding kink? 👁️ 👄 👁️ every chapter of Ani’s life he’s had it. AOTC would just be because of learning what he’s able to do with his body and finding it fascinating, ROTS is all because he wants that family and he finds it hot to picture you all swollen with his child but Vader with it I feel like is more primal and UGGHVGH it’s so hotttt
MDNI 18+
Vader is a mean man, especially to you because simply you allow it without a real fight anyway. He's a little vindictive, mad at the universe, always. You're the object of his desires, the cruel ones anyway. You found yourself in a bit of a predicament, an odd, yet arousing one. On Vader's bed you were sprawled out, not that he'd use it for anything but sex, he has his meditation chamber and bacta tank for that. The two of you have worked around his clunky suit, if you weren't fucking in the meditation chamber where he could take his mask for a moment, he'd opt to pull his dick out of the cod piece to access you.
So he did, and that's where you're at now, ass naked and folded up like a damn pretzel under the weight of the colossal man. He's pumping into you like no tomorrow, the rigid scarring of his heavy cock massaging at your gummy walls, "Gonna fuck this baby into you, understand, girl?" Vader spat, voice distorted by his mask, yet you could tell he was he was really putting the work in due to the increase of loud breathing through his module. You'd shake your head no in protest, but did you really mean that? Vader knew you all too well, after all he could read your emotions like an open book. You'd love to be given his child, but was it the right moment? "G'nna give you my baby.." he'd murmur, a moment of softness from the man, maybe a glimmer of his former self breaking through? But that would change when his hips slammed into you, earning a loud yelp from your lips when he hit your cervix with brutal force, "Please... I can't take it anymore. I-it's too much!" You'd whine and protest, yet you made no move to actually stop him. Your arousal was white at this point, bubbly from the amount of effort he's putting into fucking you into oblivion. It began to smear on the fabric of his pant garment, but he'd worry about making you clean that later. Vader basked in the sound of your pussy squelching, meant he was doing a good job keeping you aroused despite your constant need to protest him. The sounds of his respirator began to pick up, signs that he is close to his inevitable orgasm approaching quicker than anticipated. But that's what happens when you go days, even weeks without feeling your tight cunt wrapped around him.
It was time, time to do what he planned on all along. Vader wanted to see you swollen, plump with the product of his creation. This, this was a gift. At least that's how see saw it. He thought you should be greatful for what he is giving you, his child. Greedy bastard. Vader sped up his bucking hips, damn suit made it impossible to look graceful while fucking. His breath only slightly hitched as a warning. He blew his load, coating your walls in his cum. He promptly pulled away once he made sure you were full to the brim, holding your ankles, which were pinned painfully by your head as to not spill his seed he so graciously dumped into you. You'd whine, squirming slightly, "But I didn't-" and with that you were cut off, "You will have your time to finish, wife." And that was all. after he tucked himself back into his suffocating suit and wiped off what little he could of your combined fluids from his flaccid cock and trousers. Vader left you there, in your mess, that you'd have to clean. Though it was all a kink really, just a fantasy. He couldn't actually get you pregnant, completely sterile after being burnt here on Mustafar.
Oh how I love you Rain, this was waaaay longer than I anticipated on writing, so I do apologize for that. also I already have a burnt Vader fic in my master list if you want to check that out 🤭
Idk guys have fun with this
Vader hcs
He cannot breathe without his mask, but can breath with a respirator.
Vader sleeps in a bacta tank. Which also serves as a meditation station.
He has robotic limbs, arms and legs. He can feel pressure with them. But not texture and temperature.
He has strong force senses and can sense when another force user is nearby unless they are masking their force signature.
He is unbelievably powerful in the force
His gloves and caper made out of a rare leather and his armor is metal.
Everything is tinted red through his mask but he can see, and he can enable an infrared layer to detect heat.
He is 6 ft 11, and 7 FT 1 with the armor on.
he mourns his ex-wife padme, and feels immense guilt for what happened to her.
he does not know this but he has two twins who are still alive, Luke and Leia.
He doesn't express his emotions much. And had that toxic masculinity idea that displaying sensitivity is bad.
The man has a entire inner monologue.
He's pretty jealous, and a total yandere.
If a man stares at your ass he's getting force choked in a second.
God forbid someone actually flirts.
He's super hesitant at first.
It'll take a while for him to warm up.
And even longer for him to accept that he actually loves you.
Even when he does, he tries his hardest to keep it a secret because palpatine WILL do horrible things to him and you.
He has constant pain while wearing his suit because of the burns.
At some point. He'll hopefully realize how toxic palpatine and betray him.
If he survives then he’ll become emperor.
He might actually run things worse but one of the first things he'll do is marry you.
You'll live in the lap of luxury. Yay!
Allow me// ch 16
Vader x Reader
a/n: so sorry i’ve been super busy w work and school :( but i will finish my outgoing fics :) ty for sticking with me and for ur patience- hope u all still enjoy the story
confessions and unveiled secrets
warnings: cursing, angst, medical procedures, cannon typical violence
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Vader opened his tired eyes and realized he was in a bed, an actual bed.
He attempted to sit himself up but was quickly reminded of his recent injuries, wincing painfully.
Before he could gain his bearings, a gentle hand placed itself onto his exposed shoulder from the other side of the bed.
He flinched again which triggered his self defense; soon you felt your airway closing up. The forceful pressure made your heart race as you gasped for air. You removed your hand from him and clawed at your throat.
Vader turned to see who the hand belonged to and his deep yellow eyes faded to blue immediately once he realized it was you.
Your brows were upturned in concern as you fought for oxygen- he exhaled the breath he was holding and you were released.
With a sigh you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and hunched over, catching your breath.
“y/n…” he called desperately, “I’m so- I’m so sorry”.
You shook your head as you attempted to quell his worries.
“I would never- It’s never my intention to hurt you” he rasped.
“It’s ok- It’s ok… you didn’t mean to” you managed a smile.
He attempted to sit up once more to meet you but failed again.
“V, stay still- Don’t hurt yourself” you guided as you placed your hand back onto his shoulder.
“Wait, just… let me hold you-”
“But your burns?”
Vader shook his head slightly, “they don't matter at the moment- I just want you” he admitted.
He honestly didn’t care if holding you hurt him- nothing could have pained him more than knowing he could have truly harmed you.
You reluctantly nodded, still concerned about his unhealed wounds but still helped him into a sitting position.
Without a word he pulled you closer with the force and wrapped his new metal arms tightly around you.
He bit back a hiss as your robes brushed against his wounds; once you were situated, he shakily breathed in your scent and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Lie back” you coaxed once you felt the tremble of exhaustion coming from his tired body.
He nodded and laid his head back on your plush pillow; there was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you as you relaxed under his signature.
“thank you- for everything” he said before turning his head slightly to kiss your forehead with his scarred lips.
You peeked at him through your lashes and smiled, “Of course V, you know I would do anything for you- I would go up to the emperor myself, If I had a plan” you added, only half joking.
“I know- that’s why you mean so much to me y/n” he said shortly debating whether or not to reveal the extent of his feelings.
Your smile faltered and you unintentionally loosened your grip on him; were you only important to him because you were so devoted to him? Is that the only reason he was so kind-
No words needed to be exchanged for him to feel the weight of your disappointment- Perhaps he could have phrased that better…
You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the ceiling as you began to severely overthink; meanwhile, Vader frantically tried to come up with a solution.
You were naive to think he would want you if you weren’t at his beck and call, why would he care for you outside of being convenient?! He had no reason to…
Your thoughts were interrupted by one of his new hands on your cheek “I know you would do anything for me and I appreciate that- but I would never ask you to endanger yourself for my sake. You are too dear to me, My Darling”.
Your ears perked up at the term of endearment and his reassurance; you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “Really?”
He nodded and pulled you closer; your head rested on his scarred chest and you could hear the whirr of his support system with every breath he took.
“Truly… I detest the notion of you being in danger” he said, still trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this (it had been a very long time since he had to express any vulnerable emotion, especially one involving romance).
“Well thank you V” you responded thinking he would respond and then the conversation would pass.
“It is because I love you too much- I cannot have anything happen to you… I-It would break my heart” he said, squeezing you tighter.
Did he just-
“Love?” you squeaked out.
How you longed to hear that word escape his mouth!
His grasp didn’t allow for you to look at him and you could tell he wanted it that way, but you still tried.
“Vader- I want to see you” you said softly, attempting to coax the man to release you.
He shook his head slightly as a scared child might and only continued to hold you closer (if that was even possible).
He had a slight waiver to his already weak voice when he spoke again, “I do not think I would be able to continue without you”.
Vader cursed himself for being so vulnerable… so fragile. But he simply could not contain the immense build up of emotions he had been suppressing.
After all… the main thing that kept him allowing himself to die on Mustafar was you- If that happened and he didn’t have you to live for he was sure he would have given in to the death he had been craving since the first time he laid on the burning shores.
“I-it is alright if you do not share the sentiment- I still appreciate all you have done for me”
You were able to wiggle out of his firm grasp and propped yourself up to look him in the eyes, but once you were situated he would not meet your gaze.
Gently, you took his face in your hands and turned him towards you slowly. Surprisingly he allowed you to manage his movements and finally looked at you.
His pupils were wavering and the color tetered between yellow and that lovely blue; the corners slightly damp with tears daring to fall. His eyes twitched under your gaze- what were you thinking?
Your expression softened and you placed a kiss to his lips once more, “My Dear, you are the single most important thing in my life- how could I not love you?”.
He exhaled harshly and his tears began to descend; instead of wiping them away, you kissed the trails they left; “I have loved you from a distance for a while now… I just didn’t want to ruin us with my ambitious feeling”.
“Ruin us? You could never ruin us” Vader realized his passionate promises and words reflected the naivety of his former self- Anakin Skywalker. He could never moderate his intense feelings- especially when it came to love.
But this time he would not allow himself to be so reckless- He wouldn’t lose again.
He held you impossibly closer and pressed gentle kisses to your temple as he rocked you back and forth attempting to ground himself.
“You do not understand how much this means to me- how desperately I love you…” he said, barely above a whisper.
“Oh V” you cooed as you ran the pad of your thumb along his scarred cheek.
You felt his force signature falter, he was spent- the past few days had been emotional and physically taxing.
“Alright my Love, ‘cmon, let's get you back to sleep” you coaxed, pulling the comforter over his shoulders.
“No” he protested, lightly pulling at your arm.
“You need to regain your strength V”.
He mumbled before pulling you into his chest again, “what are you doing?” you giggled at his needy actions.
“Stay…”
With a breath of defeat you finally gave in to Vader’s wishes and cuddled up next to him.
“Fine, you win… this time”.
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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep but you woke to a dreadful feeling; a sleazy aura slunk past your door and you felt the intense weight of a foreign force signature- someone was outside.
Worriedly, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and turned towards the man beside you; his eyes were already wide open and firmly placed a protective hand over your arm as he slowly attempted to sit up.
You shrunk behind him as you watched a shadow under your door as the figure passed. The person stopped for a moment before laughing sinisterly.
It’s alright, Just stay still My Love- you heard Vader call through the force.
After a few painstaking moments the shadow finally left and took the oppressive weight with them. Vader tiredly laid back with a deep exhale and you attended to him.
“V, what- Who was that?” you asked as you calmed him down.
“No one you need to worry about- I’ll handle it” he said, gently brushing your soft cheek with his cool metallic digits.
“But-”
He shook his head, “Everything will be alright, trust me”.
With that he ended the conversation and you laid down beside him with a frown before falling back asleep.
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Vader’s life support worked overtime to keep up with his heart rate as he stomped down the corridor to meet his master.
He knew it was Palpatine who was outside your door last night, he knew he covered his signature too late- he knew Palpatine knew.
He hadn’t felt so protective over someone in a long time so he was quite worried about you. He was weary to leave you this morning (who knew if the Emperor would order the troopers to do something to you?) but he eventually worked himself up to it.
He decided it best to at least try to mask his emotions and true feelings instead of coming clean right away- he knew the Emperor well enough to know not to reveal everything to him.
The large sliding doors of the throne room opened to reveal the pale man perched atop the large chair; Vader closed his eyes and allowed himself to gain his composure before stepping forward.
“Ahh I am pleased to see you whole again, Lord Vader” Palpatine smiled sinisterly as Vader struggled to bow without hurting himself.
“I have done as you wish, my master. Have I redeemed myself?”
“You have solidified your resilience and strength… I am pleased you still possess your fighting spirit”
Vader felt himself relax, it seemed he had at least obtained the Emperor's approval once more.
“Though… I am afraid you have become weak in other ways” the cloaked man added.
“I do not understand; What exactly are you referring to?” Vader asked as he played off his anxieties.
“Do not play the fool with me, my friend- You know exactly of whom I speak”
“I do not-” Vader began.
“Cease your lies! I know she has been nursing your wounds and tending to you- Did you really think your lovesick gallivanting would not be brought to my attention?! Have you forgotten that this is my empire and I have informants in every corner…”
Vader felt his anger bubbling under the surface of his composure- he knew this confrontation was inevitable but he still felt the urge to snap the old man’s neck.
“The woman of which you speak has done nothing wrong and serves the Empire loyally” Vader said as his hands rested on his bent knee.
“You-” Palpatine corrected, “She serves you, loyally. She has no dedication to the empire”.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “She has blinded you”.
Palpatine slowly lifted himself off of the throne and descended the stairs towards Vader.
“I think that we need to set your focus back on the right track… but how to do that? Hmm” the pale man taunted before acting as if he had an epiphany.
“Ahh! I’ve got an idea” he hissed.
Vader’s stomach dropped- he knew what his master was going to say… he was going to say-
“Y/N, isn’t that her name? I have realized she is the one who has catalyzed this era of weakness in you, she must be the issue. It would be a shame if something were to occur that took her out of the pict-”
“You will not touch her!” Vader’s mechanical voice boomed as he rose to his feet.
Palpatine laughed and his sickening eyes widened, “seems I have struck a nerve, my friend? Would that be an accurate inference?”.
“Do not make me reiterate myself” Vader seethed, never had he so blatantly disagreed with his master- but nowadays he didn't have much to lose (other than you).
“A bit bold, aren't we? Hah- Calm yourself old friend, I have use for her yet… just you wait” Palpatine said before walking back up the stairs to sit once more.
At this point Vader’s teeth were clenched and his pacemaker was working overtime- this wasn't good, he needed to get you out of here, needed to get you somewhere safe.
“You are dismissed… Tell your little friend I said hello” Palpatine smuggly said before waving him out.
Vader would make him regret ever saying your name.
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a/n: sorry again this took so long!! but palps has something cooking- what will v do? what will the reader do?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!
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Allow me// ch 10
Vader x Reader
a/n: so in this Vader is just a lil delulu… he still thinks Padme didn’t love him fully, but its only cause he’s been under the manipulation of the emperor for so many years. also ngl this ch is a lil disorganized at the beginning oops: just lots of vader overthinking
Slight NSFW
warnings: cursing, kissing, grinding, premature ejaculation lol
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Vader found that the longer he held his position- the more trivial certain matters became.
For years he had been hearing the same complaints and issues circulate through the ranks in different forms. It was old.
He often let his mind wander during the frequent “highly classified” meetings; nowadays the main thing he would think about was you. He just couldn’t get you off of his mind, ever since that night when he showed you his face.
He hadn’t removed his helmet since then but he still saw you as much as he could. Of course he already had an inclination towards you even before the reveal, but your reaction to him just kept looping in his head.
You weren’t scared or disgusted, you didn’t ogle him as if he were some horrible specimen from another system.
No. you continued to look upon him with the very same expression that you always had- you accepted all of his flaws… you accepted him.
Never in his time as Vader had he yearned for the attention of another being, but you were special.
He knew the interest was obviously reciprocated but he couldn't tell to what extent. No matter how much you said you cared- how much of that was true?
It pained him to dig up memories of the past, but they were still a part of him- of Anakin…
He believed wholeheartedly that Padme loved him unconditionally and yet she still denied him. In the end her promise of everlasting love was just an empty one.
But you seemed to care for him regardless of what he did- there was no hiding what he had done as Darth Vader, everyone in the galaxy knew his infamous name.
But even with all his controversial history, your eyes still lit up when he would walk by, your force signature still felt refreshing and flowery, you still found time to ask him how he was doing, you still invited him into your room…
He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to ask you the extent of your feelings until he was more certain of the answer, but of what he could see; it seemed that you were offering him unconditional admiration- something he had chased after all his life.
Of course a while back you told him that you were his, but he couldn’t help but over analyze that phrase; did you mean you were his in the sense of his personal mechanic; professionally (and sometimes flirtatious sense)? Or in the way that you were really his?
And were you just saying that because you feared denial? No. You were more authentic than that.
So why could he not shake the feeling of worry that washed over him when he would imagine asking you how you saw the dynamic?
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You entered his private sector with a warm signature; even inside of his chamber he could feel your electrifying presence.
As soon as he finished his thought he motioned for the capsule to open so he could meet you halfway. He stepped over the mechanical barrier and straightened his cape before strutting towards the door that you were behind.
You reached for the button to open the only obstacle between you and the man you so desperately wanted to see.
He slid the door open before you could, making you jump.
“V!” you smiled, walking past him into the room he occupied.
His watchful eyes trailed all the way down your body before responding.
“Y/N, how are you today, my dear?”
“I’m good, I got all of the work done so now I'm here to bug my favorite man in the galaxy”.
You and Vader had been exchanging more playful banter (flirtatious, even) and Vader felt like his awkward 19 year old self trying not to blush when you would say things like that.
“Ahh, I see, you just want to distract me from my duties- like running the empire…You must be a rebel spy, my darling” he quipped back.
Your cheeks warmed at his playfulness; it was a rare thing to have Darth Vader sharing jokes with you.
“Oh no, my dear” you taunted back using the name he often called you.
“I wouldn’t dream of attempting to infiltrate the almighty Darth Vader’s fortress of a mind…” you said with doe eyes and a stupid half smile.
He stepped closer and tilted your chin to look into his lenses, “what if I told you that you already have”.
In a moment of pure need, you stepped closer to him and pulled his helmet down to face you and kissed him over the grated mouthpiece.
You heard the familiar sound of his respirator work a little harder to keep up with his quickened breathing.
A few weeks ago or even days, you would have completely freaked out and done damage control immediately.
You would’ve tossed out every apology in the book and asked if that was alright; but now you didn’t need to – you could feel his desire lurking in the force around you.
He stood stunned for a moment before picking you up and carrying you towards his meditation chamber.
“V, what are you-”
“If you want to kiss me, I should at-least give you a proper one” his deep voice boomed as the top of the chamber descended.
Soon the air tight seal was in action and a claw-like mechanism from the ceiling came down to remove the helmet. It was only the second time you were seeing his naked face and you were even more excited than the last time.
When his face was finally revealed he blinked a few times, trying to get accustomed to the brightness, before his cerulean blue eyes honed in on you; your hair, your brows, your eyes, your nose, your lips…
“May I?” he asked, waiting for the signal to capture you in a deep kiss.
You nodded furiously and draped your arms around his armored shoulders, before his lips met yours.
Sparks flew.
Sure, the first kiss was a lil too soft and a lil odd, but after you figured out a groove with each other, the kisses became ravenous.
When was the last time he had felt the sensation of another’s lips on his own?
He couldnt help but rake his gloved hands up and down your back, pulling you closer to him. He was in heaven, nothing could beat this feeling.
His insatiable need for you made your core ache for him. Maker, how you wanted to fuck him so badly. Your thoughts raced through your mind and you let a small moan slip against his mouth.
Fuck.
Vader felt his pants grow tighter and his dick throb. You were so enticing. It had been so long… so long. He felt like he would combust at any moment.
He broke away from the kiss to keep himself at bay as he let the building sensation of an orgasm subside. Of course he was embarrassed that he almost got to that point by simply kissing; but to be fair, he had gone from no skin to skin contact in years, to…this.
You, on the other hand, had more experience with this thing than he did.
You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and breathlessly asked, “Why’d ya stop?”.
His eyes faded into the beautiful blue you had seen the other day before he attempted to answer; he was cut off by you starting to grind your hips into his, as you dragged your core against his codpiece.
Vader’s eyes momentarily rolled back and an exquisite noise escaped him before he gripped your thighs tightly and began to kiss your neck.
“Oh, Vader- that feels so-”
Before you could finish your sentence he clawed his hands down your back (not hard enough to hurt) and plunged his face into the crook of your neck as his body jerked forward. Much to his chagrin, he couldn’t hold out any longer, not with you in his lap.
He came. Hard.
He didn’t even know he still could; it felt weird… the burns of Mustafar made the familiar sensation feel a twinge different. It wasn’t bad by any means, just…new.
After the overwhelming feeling passed he exhaled sharply before tapping your thigh twice.
You had no idea what just happened and if he was ok or not, so when he tapped your thigh you took that as a sign to get up.
“Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” you asked, genuinely worried.
“No, I-I mean yes! Well no, you didn’t do anything wrong and yes I'm alright. I just remembered I was supposed to discuss a new tactical plan with one of the Moffs. My apologies my dear.”
and without another word, he left as quickly as he could.
Only you remained in the meditation chamber, feeling confused and a little sad.
You worried you had been too forward and upset him- but he assured you nothing was wrong… So you ended up chalking it up to a loss and going back to your quarters with a walk of overthinking.
Did he not like you being like that with him? He didn’t stop it before though…
When you got back you decided just to go to bed- it was pretty late anyways.
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Vader forcefully slid the heavy door to his private room closed and marched up to the platform where he dressed and undressed.
He called upon the droids to begin undressing him and stood in shame as they disassembled him.
When they removed the codpiece there was a damp spot on his pants. Great.
He was glad the droids couldn’t talk (to him at least, they probably exchanged quips about him all the time).
Since it was late and his duties were fulfilled for the day he opted for a bacta soak- he needed to get clean and to think (as if he weren’t already torturing himself with his thoughts).
The droids strapped him into his harness and soon his body was submerged in the soothing bacta; the most relieving feeling.
He took a deep breath through the large oxygen mask covering most of his face; what the fuck just happened?
Obviously he knew he came- that was pretty damn evident. But why? (also evident).
He cringed again at the image of him cumming from kissing… was he really that pathetically desperate?
You probably went back to your room laughing at him. Fuck. What if you thought it was gross?
He groaned and thrashed in his tank at the embarrassing scenes.
Should he address it to you? Or just act like it didn't happen? Would you bring it up?
He attempted to enjoy the rest of his soak; it wasn’t successful.
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You woke up to your details for today; it was an uncharacteristically complex task.
Of course you didn’t mind the difficulty, but what bothered you was that it wasn’t even one of Vader’s machines. In fact it was a totally different department deep down in the belly of the ship… probably the furthest from him.
You thanked the messenger droid and got ready to go. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from barging in; he must really be mad at you to not want you near him.
Did he think you were gross or shameless for what you did?
All you did was kiss… and he was the one who brought you into his chamber.
He promised you that he wouldn’t let any harm come your way, so you weren't worried for your life; you were worried for your position.
Would he send you back to your own system or transfer you to another unit far, far away from him?
Maker, what was going on.
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a/n: ahhh yes, the ever loved miscommunication trope- both y/n and vader need to stop overthinking (also the way they’re both thinking the other thinks they’re gross lmfaoo). i was gonna make this ch longer but then i thought it was alr a little long 😳 ty for ur support and the patience for my shitty upload schedule!
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