Anakin Skywalker Imagines/Oneshots

Possessive Protectiveness

Anakin and you are the Rulers of the galaxy.
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You sat in the VIP section of the cantina club, the VIP section reserved only for you and your husband.
Your husband held your hand in his and kissed your knuckles lovingly. Despite being the emperor he was not afraid to show his affection for you.

After a few moments of affection you snapped your fingers for one of the waiters to bring you a drink. "Yes my Empress, how may I serve you this evening?" The waiter bowed respectfully.

"Corellian Wine for me, what will you have dear?" You ask your husband.

He leans over and kisses your lips, "I'll have whatever the Mrs. Is having!" He answered the waiter boy who quickly nodded and left shortly after.

Vader pulled you onto his lap your black evening gown riding up slightly. "What are you playing at Emperor?" You purr kissing his neck leaving your red lip print there. But he didn't care. Being kissed by you was an honor; one only he was allowed, so he wore your kisses proudly.

But before he could answer he felt something come toward you. But before it could hit you the blaster shot sizzled against the crimson blade of his lightsaber. A switch had been flipped within the man you loved. A switch that turned him from lover to murderer.

The music stopped just as he raised his hand and we all heard the unmistakable sound of a man being choked to death. "Do You See What Happens When Someone Threatens Your Empress? WOULD ANYONE ELSE CARE FOR A DEMONSTRATION?!?!" Your husband shouted, eyes turning blood red, meaning he was at full power.

Everyone else shook their head and the music began to softly play again. People went back to their business as if the disturbance never transpired.

Vader raised his hand to the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved his lips to your neck and then your exposed cleavage.

You moaned and leaned your head back to give him better access. He took full advantage and swept his lips over your chest. "

The waiter came back with your wine and was waved off by Vader who did not like being disturbed, especially when he was with you.

He let you go only as far as you could pour the wine. That's when your eyes caught sight of a woman glaring enviously at the bar. You felt soft pecks on the back and side of your neck that you enjoyed a little more as you watched the woman's expression deepen in anger.

You grabbed your wine glass and sniffed it. The smell was potent and a tad sour. "Darling could you smell this and tell me what it smells like to you?" You ask your husband.

He takes a small sniff and shakes his head, "Nexial, a poison from the outer rim!" He replied. You smiled you knew your husbands vast knowledge of the outer rim would come in handy.

You call to Fives with your finger, "do you see that woman at the bar in red?" You ask the clone.

"Yes my lady!" He answers.

"Bring her to me!" You command.

"Right away my lady!" He says before quickly marching over to the woman and having her cuffed.

She was brought over to the VIP lounge where you waited smugly. "Would you care to explain why you have been staring at me and my husband the whole night?" You say raising your eyebrow at the woman.

Her face grew pale and you knew you had gotten her. "Envy is it? Or have the rebels made you their bitch?" You ask cocking your head.

"I don't know what your talking about?" She tries to save herself.

"Well if you are as innocent as you so claim to be, then you won't have any problems drinking some wine!" You say offering the wine glass to her.

She shook her head, "I don't drink alcohol!" She tries to make an excuse.

You pull the wine glass back, "then why were you at a bar, that seems highly unlikely for one who does not consume alcohol like you say you don't!" She shakes her head, "that's cute you think I was asking, NOW DRINK IT!" You say and she shakes her head again. "Fives!" You say and with just that small bark of his name he has her head tilted back as he still has her restrained.

You remove yourself from your husband's lap and grip her cheeks in your iron grip. You squeeze her cheeks so her mouth opens involuntarily. She tries to struggle out of your hold but from the combined force of you and Fives she is helpless. You pour the full glass into her opened mouth and closed her mouth so she had no choice but to swallow.

She began to cough violently as blood spills from her mouth as she does so. Yellow foam began to fizz at her mouth and soon she falls to the ground lifeless.

You sigh happily, knowing you had either gotten rid of a rebel supporter or gotten rid of a woman who had eyes for your husband. It was no secret that you were a possessive woman; whether it was a waitress who stared a little too long or a seamstress who had had her hands where they shouldn't have been. Either way their fate was always the same, they would die by your hand.

You set the now empty wine glass onto the table, "Fives call in clean up!" You call to the clone.

"Right away, my lady!" He said before using his communicator to call in the clean up crew. You heard a beautiful laugh behind you and you whirled around.

Your husband was chuckling as he beckoned you to him; you crawled back onto his lap now straddling it. "You made quite the scene, my love!" He said stroking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"She was a threat to you and me, she had to be eliminated, you should be thanking me!" You remind him.

He smirks, "which were you more concerned about my love, the threat she posed for our life or the threat you thought she posed to our relationship?" He asked you.

You shrugged, "a little bit of both, why?" You ask.

He holds you to him and kisses your forehead, "darling I only have eyes for one woman in the entire galaxy and she's sitting very sexily on my lap right now!" You pout slightly not believing him fully. "Angel, I would let the whole galaxy burn before I let anything bad ever happen to you." He reminds you kissing your lips softly.

"Do you really mean that?" You ask, your possessive side not letting you fully believe him.

He holds you close to him and strokes your hair, "Every word! (y/n), I love You!"

You smirk and look up at him, "I know!"