How Many Shots It Would Take Me To Make Out With Each Version Of Anakin Skywalker (because I Like This

THIS BROKE MY FUCKING HEART NO

“I thought with him gone it would have been better. Why does it hurt more now Grandfather..”

I cant sleep :’v I just keep watching the old films and imagining sad things. Oh Kylo..

i freaking adore this trio bye

★ noho | SWまとめ２ ☆ ✔ republished w/permission

when your gif is added to something so god damn sexy 🤤🤤🤤

can u pls do something about anakin with a size kink *_* like the reader is super petite and short and anakin is yk. tall and big. YUP...

FUUCKK I actually love this but I try not to write it a lot bc I know it excludes a whole population of taller kings and queens 😭 BUT Anakin is so tall that like even if you’re conventionally tall, he’ll still probably be taller. Anyway ty for the opportunity to write about this bc it’s actually MY SHIT 🤤🤤 so yeah let’s go:

Anakin x fem reader size kink headcanons: (nsfw)

Listen up ladies and gentlemen, my research has concluded that while Hayden Christensen is 6’0 (182.88cm) and we’ve all been simping over just how fucking tall he is 😍... well surprise surprise shawty’s cause it gets even better. He’s actually 6’2.

Yes that’s right 😌. According to Mr Sir Lord Georgie Lucason himself, Anakin is 6’2 (197.96cm) 🥰🥰

So imagine Anakin in rots EXCPET TWO INCHES TALLER YUUMMM 💦💦💦💦

And then imagine you, you’re so much shorter 🥺 and so when you go up to him your head barely reaches his shoulders

and talking to him you kind of just look up at him like 🥺🙌🏻

And he looks down at you like 😊

And for this reason, he does that thing often where he puts a finger under your chin to get you to meet his eyes

Bc let’s be real, when someone towers over you like that it can be pretty intimidating. Especially with the power and beauty Anakin holds 😭🤩🤤

So if he ever finds you staring at his neck, or holding onto his robe sleeve and fidgeting with it as you talk to him, he’ll catch your chin with his fingers and lift your face so that you’re looking right at him. All, “look at me when you speak, baby.” 😭😭😭😭

Gahhh his hands. They’re so big, they can literally wrap around your waist and just envelope you so completely. And he’s always so gentle because he knows he can just snap you like a twig if he tried.

That’s what makes choking so fun 😏

It’s a lil scary how easily he could just END YOUR SHIT, whether it’s the flesh hand or metal hand, he’s so strong either way and there’s no chance you’d be able to break free if you tried. So if he’s got his fingers locked around your throat, slightly squeezing, increasing in pressure, those little sparks of fear join in with whatever else he’s doing to you and it’s just 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Choke me Anakin

Because also!!!!! My gosh he’d be so soft 🥺. Half of him knows what he’s doing and he knows it scares you a little and he likes it, while the other half just wants you to spoil you and praise you so that you’re a happy gushing mess.

So he’ll be fucking your brains out, cock stuffed so far into your sobbing pussy, and the threat of his hand around your throat takes away any semblance of control you might have had and suddenly all you can do is take his cock and clutch at his arms and shoulders as he shoves himself deeper into you, whispering against your lips about how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look, how cute those sounds are...

The manhandling 😏😏😏

You could be on your stomach, being pounded till next Tuesday, and suddenly you’re being wrenched off his dick, flipped over, legs pushed up, and split open on his cock again.

AND WHEN I SAY SPLIT OPEN—-

Big dick in little pussy. Is that explanation enough??????

That stretch is wild. No amount of preparation can get you ready for just how fucking big he is. And it’s not just the length, it’s the width too!!!

Just the weight of it in your hands or your mouth, or feeling it against your thigh as it grows in mass and stiffness is intimidating as all hell. Every time, you’re not sure you’ll even be able to take it.

Admittedly, the first few times you weren’t able to. He slowly fucked you open, stretching you out inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore. And when you apologized and began babbling about how you want him so bad but he’s so just so big, he quiets your whimpers with a gentle kiss and a stroke of his fingers against your cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, angel, we can work up to it.” “There’s no pressure, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Take what you can for now baby.”

COSICKEKDKWKDID such a sweetheart 🥺

So yeah you go slower at the beginning, but eventually you are able to take more and more of him until that fateful day when you’re sinking down onto his lap, the stretch and slide is never ending, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full before, and then your hips meet his.

You look down in shock like “😳” and he’s kissing your head like “🥰” and your hand goes over your stomach to see if you can feel the outline of his dick there bc it certainly feels like you should be able to, with how fucking deep he is.

And he notices you squirming, trying to get used to the feeling and he asks “Is it okay? Does it hurt? You want me to move?”

And you assure him it’s good, it’s so good. You just need to be careful to stay relaxed, so he begins moving inside of you, dragging out and pressing back in a couple inches to begin with, keeping you stretched and soaking, thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles.

His lips ghost across your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans as he tells you how good you’re doing, how proud he is, how he’s fucking you so deep. Reminding you to breathe and relax so that when you come, you’re shaking and shivering and crying all over him.

And the feeling of your tight little pussy convulsing around him, gripping and squeezing him like a vice— he can feel it on every inch as he follows after you.

OHHHH and when you’re on top, and your legs get tired from moving up and down, he can grip right onto your ass or your waist and move you himself, you barely have to put any effort in bc hes so strong he can just do it for you. And when he gets especially heated, he’ll grip your just right and slam you down onto his cock, over and over and over 🥵🥵🥵

I mean like. Holding you down is so easy. You’re so small in comparison, when his head is buried between your thighs all he has to do is press you flat against the mattress and wrench your legs wide open and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can squirm and wriggle and arch and struggle as much as you want but you’re not getting anywhere 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also I said it once and I’ll say it again, sitting on his lap is a Must. Because in order for him to kiss you while you’re both standing up, he has to lean down so far and you have to go on your tippy toes. And while he loves to pick you up and kiss you against the wall, it’s mostly just easy to have you climb onto his lap and kiss him like that bc it’s much more relaxed and comfortable.

Lap action = thigh riding action so everyone wins really 🥰

Plus, you can tangle your fingers in his hair and move his head how you want when you’re feeling a little more bold, and he loves when you pull on his hair so his kisses get a little more heated, more teeth, more low moans and growls, etc etc.

Forehead kisses 😍

THEYRE PERFECT.

He can just plant a little “boop 😘” right above the eyes and it leaves you all warm and mushy bc it’s like he just gave you your own personal crown ✨✨✨

And wearing his robe 😭😭😭 YOU DROWN IN IT, like he’ll be looking for you all over the apartment and only when he rechecks the lump of his discarded robe on the bed does he realize you’re in there and he just finds it so cute 🥺🥺

Taking baths with him is mucho easy because you fit right into him like a puzzle piece

Same with cuddling, you can sprawl right on top of him and it’s no bother bc he loves to feel squished, and your weight on top of him is so comforting

Imagine his hand holding yours and just being so wrapped up on his 🥺🥺 how warm and strong he feels.

How your hand can’t even fit around his bicep BC HES JUST SO BIG AND STRONG 😭😭🥵

And when he walks beside you, he has to remember to slow down bc one of his steps is like 3 of yours, and he always wondered why you were panting when he was walking a leisurely pace. So he walks slow now so you can keep up 🥰🥰🥰

When he hugs you he just completely swallows you 😭😭🥰 every inch of you is wrapped up in him 🤤

SOWKCKWODKDOE IMAGINE HIM KNEELING DOWN TO YOUR HEIGHT, like getting on his knee so he can tie your shoe 🥺 hands on his shoulders to keep you steady, that cute little smile as he looks up and the curls are falling into his eyes 🥺

You’re the perfect height where he can pull you into him and your face will be all smooshed against his chest 🥰 the warmest part of him 🥰

Be still my heart yum 🤤💦

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary a lot of things can happen before dinner. or, a snapshot into your life with steve, three daughters and a big secret. [3.1k]

warnings kid!fic, steve!centric / steve’s pov, dad!steve, mom!reader, afab!reader (reader is the birth mom of their three kids), fluff, a ridiculous amount of kisses and hugs, steve trying to figure out why you’re so tired and tense, pregnancy reveal, pregnant!reader, happy tears, a joke about lice (sorry), this was requested kind of here

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"Can we have popsicles?" Avery asks. 

Steve looks down from where he's making dinner to find his three daughters. Avery, the oldest, stands at the front of their triangle with her puppy dog eyes already wide and shimmering. She's taller every time he looks at her lately. Constantly growing.

He wipes his hands on a hand towel. "Ave, dinner will be ready soon." 

"Please?" asks Beth, the second oldest. 

Beth, or more affectionately Bethie, stands at Ave's left. She's young enough to miss some words when speaking but old enough to hold very interesting conversation. She's also the Daddy's girl of the lot, and he almost cracks when she brings her two hands together pleadingly. 

Steve doesn't even want to look at Dove because he knows she'll melt his reluctance instantly. Being the baby, she has a lot of power. She calls the majority of the shots these days. She's a little bit wobbly on her feet as she approaches, freshly turned two years old and the cutest thing Steve has ever seen. 

"What do you think, Dove? You want a popsicle?" he asks, always encouraging her to speak. It's nearly unnecessary considering how often her sisters speak to her. 

"Yes," Dove says quickly, pushing past her sisters to cling to his leg. She's usually a total mommy's girl. Her affection all but seals the deal.

He scoops her up with a smile. "Well…" 

"Mom says it's okay," Avery adds. 

"Yeah?" He grins at them. "If your mom says it's okay then you can definitely have popsicles." 

They form a small crowd at the freezer. Steve pulls out the box and they're patient as they choose their favourite flavours. Raspberry for Beth, cherry for the other two. He peels back the thin plastic wrappings and encircles the wooden sticks with tissue paper to try and prevent sticky hands. 

His three girls linger. 

"What?" he asks, wondering why they haven't run off to finish watching their movie. 

"Mom said we have to give you a kiss," Ave says. 

"Did she?" 

"Thank you kiss," Beth adds. 

He squats down, beaming. "Your mom is totally right. You do have to give me kisses. At least one on each cheek." 

He receives two prim kisses from Avery, two shy, soft ones from Beth and a very reluctant one from Dove, who's much more interested in her cold snack than any affection. He wipes the sticky kiss prints off of his cheeks and stands as they all totter out, a single form line that makes him want to take a picture. 

Speaking of their mother, where are you? 

He turns the pots on the stovetop to simmer and peeks his head into the living room, looking for you. You're not on the couch like he'd thought you'd be, Ave in your usual seat and Dove trying her best to climb up beside her. Steve watches her rub pink all over the couch and thanks god for fake leather.

"Where's mom?" he asks.

Only Beth looks up. "What?" she asks.

"Where's mommy, do you know?" 

"She was upstairs," Ave says, lips stained cherry red. 

"Can you keep an eye on Dove, please?" 

Ave nods and wraps an arm around her little sister's shoulder protectively. He feels a swelling of pride. 

Steve jogs up the stairs. You're in Beth's bedroom making her bed, looking very tired. Shoes off but coat still on, you've barely been home from work an hour. You're exhausted.

Steve believes that Friday night should be a time to relax. Let Saturday morning suffer all the neglected chores.  Pushing yourself to clean won’t do you any favours. 

"Hey, angel. Don't start in here, I'll do it after dinner." 

You shrug and give him a small smile. "That's okay. I like doing it." 

He waits for you to finish making the bed and then sidles into your space, arms around you in a hug before you know what he's doing. You smell like spearmint. 

"You don't look the best," he says worriedly, arm behind your neck to hold you in place as he presses a firm kiss to your temple. "You need to take it easy." 

You hug him back, your arms a familiar warmth against his back. "I'm okay, Stevie." 

"I know, just…" He gives you another kiss before tucking you into his front. He doesn't say it. He hopes it's implied: how something happening to you would crush him into tiny pieces. 

"I like taking care of them," you say. If he didn't know you better he'd think you were being defensive. 

He pats your back with a big palm. "I know that. You're the best mom ever, babe." 

You can't help smiling at his words, though you continue, "I don't want you to have to do everything." 

"I don't do everything, Y/N, you're just tired tonight. It's okay to take a break. We'll do everything that needs to get done tomorrow. Or Sunday," he attempts a joke. 

"You worked all day, too," you murmur. 

Looking after your three kids is work. Hard work. He really does need your help when you get home. There's baths and homework and dinner. Even when the older pair are in school, there’s laundry, shopping, cleaning, and Dove is a full time job. An adorable, brilliant full time job, but demanding all the same. He wouldn't change it for the world. 

With that in mind, Steve will always try to take the extra weight when you're not feeling up to it. In the same way you'll do it for him, in how you call in sick to work when there's too much laundry and the house is a tornado, or how you'll let him sleep in at the end of a long week and only wake him up when the breakfast is served and the kids are all dressed. 

It's a partnership. It's being selfless, and asking for help when you need it. 

He's told you that before and he knows you know it. He doesn't worry about telling you again, rubbing your back until you've gone lax in his arms. 

"Dinner's ready," he says quietly. He pulls away from you, although it's the last thing he wants to do, and cups your face in his hand. "Think we should eat on the couch tonight? Might be nice. You can sit with Beth." And I'll have Dove, he doesn't say. Dove's the handful at meal times. 

"Thanks," you say, looking up at him with way too much gratitude. He stomps it away ruthlessly – as in, with a chaste kiss and a squeeze of your cheek. 

"We're a team," he says with a grin. "In case you forgot." 

You lean into his touch. "I didn't forget." There's something very heavy in the way you say it. He chalks it up to how tired you are and shepherds you downstairs. 

In the living room the kids are in disarray. All covered in sticky juice, Beth stands by the tv with her tissue in hand but her popsicle missing. 

You find it soon enough in Ave's fist. The oldest holds both, seeming neither sad nor happy about it, Dove at her side gnawing on a naked stick. You slip it out of her hand and she looks like she might cry, but she’s quickly sated by the sight of you and your lips pressed to her crown.

Dinner and cleaning. Steve gives you the easier task. "You wanna go do dinner?" 

You nod. You leave with Ave and Beth’s half-melted popsicles and return with a dampened hand towel for him. He accepts and smiles at you fondly, following your tense shoulders as you disappear down the hall.

Steve sits on the couch and wipes down Dove first. She hates it, to his chagrin, squirming and whining the whole while. Avery doesn't care, letting him clean her hands and cheeks with her eyes glued to the TV. She's old enough now to go wash her hands when asked but Steve loves to dote, telling her thank you with a bubbly affection that has her beaming.

He looks for his middle kid and finds her exactly where she'd been before, hovering in front of the TV. 

"Beth, baby, c'mere," he prompts, holding out his hands. She climbs into his lap without a peep. 

He cleans her small hands first. They're a lot like yours, especially the shape of her nails, and he takes very good care of them. "You have your mom's hands," he tells her. 

Beth perks up. "I do?" 

He holds up his hand. "See, they don't look anything like mine." 

"Oh," she says, sounding put out. Where Dove favours her mom and Ave has learned to lie and say she loves her parents equally, Beth is a daddy's girl through and through. 

"They're beautiful," he says quickly. "Just as pretty as mommy's." 

She goes a little shy at the compliment, her face angling down. He tilts it up gently to wipe her warm cheeks clean. 

She pouts as he rubs the towel over her lips, "Dad," she complains. 

"What? Your lips are blue." 

He pats her dry with an untouched corner and smiles, finding one of her hands to squeeze. "All done." 

He isn't surprised when she stays in his lap. He worms an arm around her back and she collapses in the way little kids do, all at once like a balloon that's been popped. He lets his nose sink into her hair and breathes in her smell. 

"Will you do me a favour?" he asks her quietly. 

She looks up. "What?" 

"Will you sit with mom for dinner? She needs a good hug like this one." He lays the compliment down thickly. 

Beth nods with a funny look on her face. He wonders what she's thinking but is quickly distracted — jealousy is a powerful emotion and soon there's tiny hands on his legs, Dove's crying still so much like a baby's that it makes his chest ache. 

It's very bittersweet to have them growing up. He hates to admit that he misses having a little baby around and worries about telling you. He doesn't want you to think you have to want more, or feel guilty in any way if you don't. 

In any case, Steve wants a huge family and he always has but he'd say easily that the one he has now is perfect the way it is. 

He frowns as Dove bubbles into hysterics. "Bethie," he says apologetically. 

Beth slides off of his lap and wanders into the kitchen as Steve takes Dove into his arms with a sigh. "You're not very nice to your sister, you know that?" He can't stay mad when she does the same thing as Beth had, dissolving in his lap. 

Avery approaches wantonly. 

"Ave? Do you want a hug?" he asks. 

"I'm hungry," Ave says, draping herself over his legs, all drama. 

"Mom's doing it. You can go help, if you want to." 

Ave climbs onto the sofa beside him. There’s a sheepishness to it that worries him, expecting an admission. A smashed glass or forgotten homework. 

"What?" he asks her knowingly. 

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers. 

Steve frowns but quickly hides it away. "Sure, Ave. You can ask me anything." 

She nods and her hand grasps his shoulder as she leans into his ear, her attempt at whispering clumsy and endearing. "Is mom okay?" 

Steve narrowly avoids Dove's forehead slamming into his chin as he startles. "Why wouldn't mom be okay?" 

"She was sick." 

Steve blinks at her. "What?" 

"She was throwing up. I asked if she was okay and she said to come ask you for the popsicles." 

He doesn't know why you were throwing up. He'll ask, but first. "Ave," he murmurs, holding an arm out. She's as tall as him when she stands on the couch, and her head falls against his, her small cheek to his chin. Dove is quietly annoyed at his stolen attention. "Your mom is fine. I’ll take care of her." 

"She's sad all the time this week." 

He frowns. "Baby, she's not sad. She's tired. She's really tired, but I promise she's not sad. Don't worry about mom, okay?" 

Avery slides down the couch cushion behind her and away from him. "Okay." 

He kisses the top of her head. "Thank you, princess," he says quickly. 

He picks up Dove and carries her with him into the kitchen. You're almost done, and he's glad to have caught you. 

Beth lingers by your legs. You're having a half conversation with her about school, wooden spoon in hand. 

"Beth, let me talk to mom?" he asks, giving her an apologetic smile. She grumbles all the way out of the room. 

You look up at him with wide eyes. Dove, having seen you, wants to be in your arms rather than his. You take her and dot a few soft kisses over the side of her face as she settles in your hold. 

"You were sick?" he asks, straight to the point, maybe a tiny bit angry that you hadn’t told him but more worried than anything. 

"Just… a bit." 

"You weren't gonna tell me?”

"I was. Later. After dinner." 

He bumps your hip to take the pan of golden-brown veggies and starts to dish them out. "How long have we been together?" 

You smile at him. It's always been hard to pinpoint when you stopped being Y/N and Steve and started being Y/N and Steve. Slowly, so slowly, you'd come together, and now all of a sudden you're a family down the line with no signs of coming apart. 

"I need you to tell me when you're sick, no matter how busy you think I am." He scoops out what's left of the veggies onto your plate and then looks at you, worried you won't be able to eat. "Is it food poisoning? Nerves? I'll call the doctor after dinner, we'll-" 

"It's not food poisoning." 

He stares at you. Really stares at you. Thinks about how tired you've been. "Baby, are you-" 

He cuts off when you lean against the kitchen counter behind you and promptly burst into tears. Quiet and fierce, fat teardrops crest your cheeks and don't stop. Dove looks rightfully panicked. Steve would find her concerned little face turning to him adorable any other time. 

His heart breaks for you. "Hey," he says, frowning. "Hey hey hey, you're okay. It's okay. Come here, baby." 

You let him hug you. One hand to your back, the other on Dove's, trying to manage her and comfort you at the same time. 

"I'm sorry," you say, "I'm really sorry, I was gonna tell you tonight, when they were sleeping, and I wanted to tell you a week ago, Stevie." 

You sound as young as you did when Steve first met you. "Baby," he murmurs, trying to be the calm to your panic. His thoughts come a thousand a second. 

"I was going to tell you, I promise." 

"Is that what you're worried about? I'm not mad." He speaks carefully, though the reality is sinking in, and his heart is racing. 

You're pregnant. 

He remembers the first time you'd told him, just like this, all tears and panic. Worried about how you'd do it, how you'd manage. And Steve had said exactly what he plans to say now – anything you want to do is what he wants to do. That he loves you. That you're perfect, and that your choice won't change that. He'd comforted you for days the first time. Weeks. Even after you'd made the decision to stay pregnant and to have Avery, you'd needed a lot of support and he'd given it to you in droves. He's more prepared to do it again. 

You look up at him and you're smiling despite the tears. 

He realises he might have miscalculated; you're overwhelmed by emotion, but that emotion isn't wholly unhappy. 

You hold his gaze. "Steve," you say, tears pushed down your cheeks from the force of your smile. 

His heart skips in his chest. It soars. 

He crushes his lips to your forehead and laughs. "Oh my god," he says, kissing you haphazardly. "My girl. Holy shit." 

"I got you a- a card," you say, still crying. 

"Yeah?" he asks, feeling close to tears himself. 

"S'in the car." 

"I'm gonna get you more than a card. I'm gonna get you a parade." 

"You're happy?" you ask him. 

And there's so much to talk about: if you're ready for another baby, where the baby will fit, the mortgage and the car and the kids. Steve knows how it goes now, the hours upon hours of worrying and sorting and reassuring you and himself that it's something you can do if you want to. 

More than if you're ready – if you can handle another baby. If you're well enough to be pregnant again. He looks at your poor tired face and feels that crushing awe he always feels when you are, can’t believe that right now you have a whole huge process taking place that could potentially become another Avery, or Beth, or Dove. 

You sound like you want to do it. And if you want to, he's ecstatic. 

"Are you kidding me? Baby." He plasters you in kisses. Every inch of your face. You giggle wetly and you're holding Dove so tight that she starts to laugh too, the three of you breathing in funny wet huffs as he paints over your skin with his mounting affection. He loves you so much he might die right there. 

Beth appears in the doorway, quickly followed by Avery. The oldest is peeved. 

"Dad! You told me she wasn't sad!" she says, distressed. 

You laugh some more and are quick to comfort her. "I'm not sad, Avey-baby, these are happy tears." 

"Why?" 

You look at Steve with a precious, beaming smile. "You wanna tell them?" 

He gives you another smacking kiss on your cheek. "You're my everything," he says to you, eyes locked.

You sniffle and wipe your eyes with a huge smile. He turns to the girls and grins maniacally. 

"Mommy's got lice! They're sucking her blood and making her tired!" 

"Steve!" you try to scold, your surprised laughter breaking up any real malice. 

"And they're catching!" 

"Ew!" Beth shouts. 

Steve grabs Beth up and says, to her horror, "She already gave them to me, Bethie, and we have enough to go around."

He watches Ave cross the kitchen and hug your hip, still worried. You bend down to rub your nose against hers.

"Daddy, put me down! Now!" Beth screams, writhing away from him. She can’t escape his tight grip, practiced now in handling unhappy babies. 

"Don't be like that, Bethie. Sharing is caring." 

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Hayden Christensen on his lightsaber training

Darth Vader/Sith Anakin x reader where he’s v protective and someone flirts with the reader and he gets really mad

Protecting What’s Mine - Suitless Vader!Anakin Skywalker x Reader *SMUT*

As you can tell, most of you guys wanted more anakin smut! i have 3 other requests and the others were all Anakin smut lmao im sorry this took so long to get to you guys! i decided to combine these all :)

Words: 1.4k

Plot: You and your husband, Darth Vader are the most feared couple in the galaxy. Some jerk has the nerve to hit on you, and Anakin is less than thrilled about it.

Extra Info: smut, jealousy, drinking, death

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Ever since Anakin had become Darth Vader, everything had changed for the both Anakin and Y/n. She had taken his hand at Mustafar, and slowly her attitude towards the dark side had changed.

Both were now Sith - long forgetting the Jedi Order, much to Obi Wan’s dismay. Tried as he might, he doomed himself trying to bring them back to the light.

Now, Darth Vader and Empress Y/n plotted silently to overthrow Palpatine and take his throne - and the two worked solely for each other’s interests. Through it all, they grew closer and were finally able to be public about their marriage.

Anakin was much more clingy with Y/n than he had ever been. She never left his side practically, and whenever she did he was always on high alert to make sure no creeps tried to make their way towards her.

One particular night, Anakin and Y/n were out at a party Palpatine had thrown in celebration of the downfall of the Order. Anakin was talking with some of his newer friends, while Y/n walked over to the bar to get a drink.

She sat down at the bar, resting her chin on her hand as she waited in silence. A few moments passed and the seat to her right was taken up. She flicked her eyes over to look, then turned back towards the bar.

“Hello, gorgeous,” the man smirked, leaning closer to her. Y/n scoffed and turned, “Hello?” she mumbled. “Something you need?”

“You to come home with me.” he winked, taking a swig of his drink.

Y/n fought back a laugh, “As if I’d come home with someone like you. I’m not interested.” she turned back around, wishing to give no more attention to the stranger.

“C’mon, doll. I promise I’ll give you a good time~” he flirted and touched her arm, his words slurred from the alcohol.

She recoiled from his touch and sneered at him, “Dont touch me!” she snapped, inching more towards the left.

“Feisty,” he chuckled lowly, “I love feisty women.”

“I-“

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Anakin’s loud, menacing voice struck the man frozen. He gulped and turned, his eyes widening, “L-Lord Vader-“

Without a second of hesitation, Anakin moved his hand up and started to choke him using the force. His eyes widened and he grabbed his throat, choking, “L-Lord Vader, please I wasn’t-“

Anakin moved him toward him with the force, hoisting him up in the air as the entire bar fell silent to watch. He squeezed his neck tighter and furrowed his eyebrows more, clenching his jaw, “Don’t you ever go near my wife again, do you understand me?”

Y/n tried as hard as she could to pull her mind out of the gutter, but she couldn’t help but feel very turned on by the sight in front of he - her angry husband using his infamous force choke. She pressed her legs together in hopes to alleviate the arousal growing, to no avail.

Anakin quickly moved his hand to the right and the man went flying into the wall, his dead body smacking against the wall leaving a small indent. Anakin huffed angrily and smoothed down his robes, looking back up at the shocked crowd. “Sith business. Go back to your drinks.”

Everyone immediately went back to what they were doing, not wanting to piss off the already livid Sith Lord any more than he already was.

Anakin began to walk over towards Y/n, and she bit her lip in anticipation. He sat where the creeper sat and he rest his hand on her thigh and creeped it up her skirt slowly, “We’re going home right now.” he moved his hand up and flicked his finger across her underwear slowly, looking at her darkly, “understand me?”

Y/n nodded quickly and bit her lip, taking in a sharp breath and feeling very small next to the tall, menacing man she called her husband. “Y-Yes daddy...” she spoke softly. He smirked, knowing she only called him that when she was very, very turned on.

“That’s right baby.” he leaned in, teasing his lips closely to hers and chuckled, moving his finger more firmly against her clit through her underwear, “You belong to me and me only.” he pressed his lips firmly against hers, capturing her in a heated kiss.

She whimpered softly and kissed him back, gripping the seat tightly to keep her composure so she didn’t strip him down right then and there.

“We’re going home right now,” he snapped suddenly, pulling on her arm firmly but not enough to hurt her, making her stand up. She bit her lip and followed him, grabbing onto his arm as he guided them outside. “I’m never leaving you alone again. No one is allowed to go near you.”

“I didn’t do anything-“

“You didn’t, no,” Anakin sighed, walking past one of his troopers, “Trooper, fly us home,” he mumbled and the trooper nodded, “Yes, Lord Vader.”

Anakin turned to Y/n and looked at her darkly, making her heartbeat speed up from just the look alone. “I just want to remind you who you belong to.”

~*~

As soon as Anakin and Y/n got home, he brought her straight to their grand bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them and instantly pressed her against the wall, pushing his hands against her head, making her gulp from his intimidating stature.

“You are in so much trouble, Angel,” Anakin spoke darkly, stroking her cheek with his hand, smirking. “I-I didn’t-“

“Still. You needed to be reminded as to who owns you,” Anakin captured her lips in a heated kiss, making her whimper softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged at the ends of his hair, deepening the kiss as Anakin growled.

Swiftly, he moved his hands behind her back and picked her up, not breaking the kiss as he pressed her down on the bed.

She let out a small noise as he moved his hands up to squeeze her breasts as he kissed her harder, moving his hands down to slide her dress off slowly.

“A-Anakin, please just..”

“Patience, sweetheart,” Anakin smirked and got her dress fully off, immediately sucking on her breasts as she let out soft, faint moans as she gripped onto his back tightly.

Anakin pulled away after attacking her breasts with rough kisses and bites to take off his sith robes, throwing them to the floor as he moved his hand down to slide her underwear off; his other gloved hand pressed against her hipbone to keep her down.

“Look at you,” he spoke lowly, sliding her underwear off completely and teasingly swiping his finger inside her. “you’re dripping.”

She whined and squirmed around, trying to get back the feeling of his fingers inside her, “Ani-“

“Stop squirming,” he gripped her hipbone tighter and spread her legs apart further, stroking himself slowly as he chuckled down at his desperate wife. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he thrust himself inside her slowly, stretching her fully out as she gasped, “Anakin!”

He growled lowly and started to thrust roughly into her, gripping her hips tighter as she moaned louder, “Fuck, just like that!”

He kissed her neck softly in contrast to his rough thrusts, losing himself in the feeling of her tightening around him tighter by the second.

“God, you feel like heaven...” he moaned into her neck, noticing her voice get breathier as she moaned louder.

“A-Ani, p-please, im so close...” she moaned louder, gripping his back tighter as he moved his hand down to rub her quickly, thrusting into her as hard as he could, “Let go... c’mon Angel, let go...”

After a moment, the knot snapped she came undone intensely, squirming and moaning loudly as it washed through her. He found his high and helped them ride them through, slowing his thrusts down until he pulled out and laid beside her.

He wrapped his large, muscular arms around her smaller frame and sighed heavily, kissing her hair, “I love you. I don’t want to ever lose you.”

Y/n hummed softly and hugged him back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, “I love you. You won’t ever lose me,” she replied.

“All of this... all of this is for you. For us. So wet could be happy,” Anakin sighed, playing with her hair gently.

“I know. And i’m so thankful,” she pecked his lips softly. “I’m so glad I can rule beside you, my love.”