PAIRING: (un)burned!vader x f!reader (I haven't decided)
SMUT ❦
Knowledge wasn't your strongest side. It was rather obvious when you settled yourself on his lap, whining about how lonely and needy you were. Vader had simply given you that look—calm, unwavering, superior. Like he was humoring a child. But then, with an indulgent sigh, he had lifted you without much effort, spreading you open over his cock, sheathing himself to the hilt with ease.
That was twenty minutes ago.
Now, you were still there, still with your body trembling, still stuffed to the brim with his cock while he barely acknowledged you—one arm wrapped lazily around your waist, the other flipping through data files on his holopad as if you weren’t sitting fully impaled on him, whimpering against his throat with pity.
"Be still, little one," he murmured against your temple, voice deep and endless like the void outside the Death Star. "You're making a mess off my lap."
That was a fact. There was a slick, embarrassing wetness pooling between your thighs, soaking the fabric of his black uniform pants, but how could you not? He was so big, thick and heavy inside you, stretching you beyond comfort—refusing to move.
Your breathing hitched when his cybernetic hand ghosted up your thigh, before curling at your hip in a form of a warning "Did I not tell you to be patient?"
You whimpered again, sound becoming like a habit. Your walls clenched involuntarily, and felt everything—the sheer girth of him twitching inside you, him filling you so utterly, so perfectly. A breath stopped in your throat, turning into a broken, silly sound as your fingers clawed at his chest, pressing into the sturdy muscle.
"Vader," you gasped, rolling your hips the tiniest bit; just to seek friction, seek relief.
That was a huge mistake.
His hand tightened instantly, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh as he stilled you with an iron grip. You felt the power in his hold, the quiet, restrained discipline. He could break you if he wanted. But instead, his lips found your shoulder, pressing a deceptively soft, almost reverent kiss against your skin.
"You're testing my patience, little one."
Your head lolled back against his shoulder, a whine escaping your swollen lips. "Please, I need—"
"Shhh," he silenced you with another kiss, this time trailing up your throat, nuzzling the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. "I know what you need."
You bit your lip, body trembling with both hunger and frustration. Yet, he wasn’t done toying with you at all. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice turning all low and teasing.
"You're my sweet girl, aren't you?"
You nodded frantically. "Y-yes—"
"My obedient girl?"
"Yes!"
His lips curled into a smirk against your skin. "Then behave. I have work to finish."
Oh, how you wanted to protest. How you wanted to beg, to plead him to move, to let you ride him like you needed to—but you knew how he played this sick game. The more desperate you got, the more he enjoyed it. The more you obeyed, the sweeter the reward.
So, you slumped against his chest, breathing shaky, thighs quivering with exertion as you fought to remain still. Which, apparently, was enough for him to finally reward you.
Gloved, leather hands glided down your hips, slow and appreciative, adoring, before lifting you—just a small fraction—before letting you sink back down onto him with a wet, obscene sound.
A choked sob left your lips. Whole body momentary clenched, eyes rolled back as he spread you all over again, splitting you open on his cock in a way that made you see stars. Such beautiful stars
"There’s my good girl," he purred, voice emphasized with approval, fingers caressing the curve of your belly, pressing right where he knew he was buried the deepest.
Then, in the calmest, most infuriating voice imaginable; "Now, be silent while I finish my work."
Hi! I love all your works and just had a silly headcanon come into my head. So when Yandere Vader gets into a minor argument with you, he goes around and makes it so you need his help for very minor things. He’s tightening jars, putting your snacks a tad too high for you, and just making a bunch of tiny inconveniences. I also headcanon he is the type to make things for you. (He makes a MEAN bookshelf I tell you what.)

I hope you’re doing well and get plenty of water, sleep and love!
Yandere! Darth Vader putting stuff too high for you to reach headcannons
RAAAAH DADDY VADER- SORRY THAT I KEPT YA'LL AWAY FROM OUR MAN
It's an immature tactic for someone like Darth Vader to be creating minor inconveniences after arguments just to make you need his help with jars placed too high, snacks just out of reach, and other tiny obstacles he engineers.
There's a hint of smugness that comes from the lingering pieces of Anakin's personality, because that playful side of him would absolutely do this just to tease you, though Vader's version has a darker purpose.
Vader employs these tactics to make a point after arguments, especially when you're thinking you can manage on your own in this galaxy because really, how can you convince him of your independence when you're struggling to open a jar he tightened?
He uses these moments against you, feeding you carefully crafted words: "You're simply weak without me. You can't protect yourself from those rotten rebels, so how will you manage without me?" Words that feel like lies but to him are merely facts.
It's pathetic to see you struggle without him, but maker does it make his charred heart race faster, watching you need him, depend on him, turn to him even when you don't want to.
What if you start believing him? His words? Maybe you are too weak to escape him? Yet to Vader they aren't lies but harsh truths. He deceives but is also a man of the brutal reality he creates around you.
"You trouble yourself far too much with these efforts. It is inefficient." He'd say, his way of saying "Leave it all to me" without showing the desperation beneath his control.
His worst nightmare is having you end up hurt by your own stubbornness. He's a man defined by loss, and the few things he has are precious, especially you, whom he can't imagine getting seriously hurt.
He's already experienced you falling plenty of times, not wanting to admit you needed his help to get your drink, amusing him that you'd rather struggle than ask for help, but needing him feels like defeat, proving the point he always tries to make: you can't function without him.
And maybe you do? You've been forced by his side for so long, how can you not start to doubt yourself when every day reinforces his narrative of your dependence?
Anakin always enjoyed crafting things, he was a self-taught mechanic, repairing everything back on Tatooine, and throughout his adulthood, he always enjoyed tinkering things together.
It's not surprising that Darth Vader kept this interest going, in canon, we know he customized his own TIE fighter mostly himself, adding countless modifications to suit his needs.
Yet Vader isn't the type to craft something for his darling to gain affection, he doesn't really do gifts, so anything he makes must work in his own very favor, serving his purpose while appearing to be for you.
summary: dad and husband vader moments because i want to
tags: mild smut, slight breed!ng k!nk, mentions of pregnancy and labour, kids
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At this time, your eldest was less than two weeks old.
The little boy had been a rather tough birth. After a long hours of labour, the boy came out healthy and rather big. He had all of his limbs, 10 fingers and 10 toes. The boy was big, especially for one's first baby, a side effect of having children with a man as large as Vader you supposed. The postpartum bleeding afterwards nearly took your life had you not been in the hands of the finest doctors in the galaxy.
During recovery, your husband had begun being more…. present. A change that had been most peculiar seeing as he only used to appear when he wanted to fuck his child into you. Once you became pregnant, he begun to appear during dinners or at bedtime to sleep or again, fuck you.
He seems to appear more now. Not talking much to you or anything, but just lingering every now and then looking at your son in his crib or in your arms. Each time you offer your darling boy to him, he tenses and hesitation fills his eyes. You’re unsure whether the hesitation was because he’s afraid to hurt the baby, or he didn’t want a child.
Deep in your slumber, the whimpers of your son in his crib stir you awake. Blearily, you open your eyes and the sight of Vader looming over the crib greets you. His tall frame towers over the crib, all powerful and terrifying. His gloved hand reaches down to the baby. For a moment, your heart lurches, what if he hurts the baby?
But Vader’s hand seems to be harmless, stroking the baby, quieting his small whimpers. Was he soothing the baby? The warm and quiet air of the room is far too comforting and you nearly fall back asleep as you watch Vader and your son. Exhaustion still seeps in your bones, weighing you down to pull you back to the land of sleep. You try to resist, but eventually exhaustion takes over.
Before you drift away, Vader leans down, and quietly he says “There, there your father’s here, hmm? No need to wake up your mother, my boy.”
Something in your heart, perhaps maternal instinct, you supposed. Despite the lack of evidence to support it, your heart tells you that he somehow would be a good father.
—-
Vader likes you pregnant, all barefoot and belly swollen full of his child. He craved you more now that you were pregnant with his second child, always touching you and pulling you into bed to spread your legs. Your eldest is barely 2 years old as head already keen on another.
Late at night, he’s balls deep into you. Thrusting at a merciless pace that has your sensitive body trembling in pleasure. He’s made you climax so many times, filled you with his seed over and over again as if you weren’t pregnant with another son of his.
Just as he’s about to shoot another load into your sweet cunt, a sharp knock on the door interrupts him.
A voice came from outside the door. “Lord Vader! I’m— I’m sorry to interrupt, but it's the young master! His fever is too high, we think he’s seizing.”
Without hesitation, you move to push him off of you but your legs are shaky from the countless orgasms he gave you. Your swollen belly doesn’t aid your cause. Vader gently pushes you back down, “I’ll go to him, don’t force yourself up if you can’t. I don’t want you to…hurt yourself or the baby.”
He dons his robes before heading to your son’s bedroom while you try to gather yourself. Down the hall, your little boy needs you and you need to get it together.
Shakily, you clean yourself up. You forgo a nightgown and quickly wear your robe, before heading to your son’s room. Walking through the hall, you hear his cries and you hear Vader too.
The sight that greets you both melts your heart and twists it. Vader is on the bed, cradling your son in his lap, gently soothing him through the sobs.
“Shh, I’m sorry, I know it hurts. The doctor will be here soon, hmm?” He says to your son.
“See, there’s mummy. She didn’t forget you. Do you still want her kisses, to make you feel better?” he asks your son.
When your son sees you, he cries out for you, sobs wracking through his small body. You sit down next to Vader, reaching out to stroke your son’s head and kiss his head. The little boy leans into your touch, body relaxing when you calm him. His temperature is high, he wasn’t even feverish when you were breastfeeding him or putting him to bed earlier.
His skin is flushed red, even in the dim lighting of the room. “Have they called the doctor?” You ask Vader, voice trembling with worry.
Vader merely nods as he continues to rub your son’s back. The little boy eventually gets sleepy and wants to lay with you. Vader lays the boy’s head on your thigh, making sure his head is supported. Vader pats your son’s stomach to lull him to sleep while you stroke his little head.
“He was fine when I put him to bed,” you say quietly, trying not to jostle the sleeping boy.
“Wasn’t feverish when I fed him earlier either. I don’t know how I didn’t feel him coming down with something.” you continue, guilt and worry lacing every word.
“It’s not your fault. Children get ill all the time, him included. I think.. I might know what’s happening but let’s wait until the doctor get here.” Vader somberly replies.
“Speaking of which, they better get here soon or else they’re dead. Why pay them so much and they can’t even get here quickly?” grumbles Vader.
A sharp kick from your baby earns a small whimper from you. “Baby’s kicking hard again?” He asks.
You nod, “He’s usually active this time of night. Kicking my bladder for fun. Do you want to feel?”
Vader reaches out and places a hand on your swollen belly, feeling his son move inside you. Eventually, he helps you back to bed. He promises to not kill the doctor for being late and insists you require the rest. After all, its his baby growing inside you.
By the time the doctor arrives, Vader wants to kill him for arriving so late. The only reason the doctor is alive is that his son needs a doctor and his pregnant wife would faint if he killed a man in their home.
He decides against waking you up since the results won’t be available till morning anyways. The doctor administers some medication and thoroughly ensures checks over his son.
Vader orders the doctor to stay overnight, in case another seizure comes. Vader picks up the now sleeping boy and brings him to your bedroom.
“Papa?” his son sleepily calls out.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, you feeling bad again?”
“Wanna sleep with you and mummy.”
“I know. That’s why I’m taking you to our room. Mummy’s going to make you all better with her kisses, hmm?” Says Vader
His son is already asleep again before he can reply.
a/n: so sorry for disappearing for however long!! this chapter is building for the next part so just trust and follow me on this hahah
part four | part two | part one | part three
pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi!reader (fem reader)
*29 BBY*
“Ani,” the audio of the holopad scratches out of the speakers, your voice muffled under Anakin’s hand covering the speakers, “you would not believe how beautiful this planet is.” You huff out excitedly through your audio message. Anakin and you had promised to send each other secret holo-messages during your time apart to keep each other up to date on your lives. Anakin figured it would be more of you updating him on your new adventures, than vice versa, since he was still stuck at the temple, but he still planned on keeping his promise. The holopad lights up again with the continuation of your message, “it’s all lush and alive here, there’s flora and greenery growing all over the palace, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
Anakin continues to listen to your message, keeping the speaker muffled with his hand to preserve the quietness, and even pulling a blanket over him to make sure the light from the holopad isn’t seen. He’s alone in his room and it’s late at night, but he doesn’t want to catch the attention of any jedis up late near his room.
Anakin didn’t want to admit it to anyone but he was starting to get nervous that he hadn’t heard from you prior to today. It had been a month since you and Master Plo Koon departed from Coruscant and he knew your schedule would be busy on your mission, but still, he had hoped he would’ve heard from you by now, maybe at least just a short message saying you’ve made it and if you were enjoying yourself or not. He had sent a few over the past few weeks, explaining what him and Obi-Wan had been up to, not much admittedly, but he hoped that if he kept you up with his weekly doings, that maybe you would remember to send yours back.
As the weeks started to pass with no word from you, he started to feel more and more anxious, but the small, rationale part of his brain reminded him that someone on Coruscant would have to know if things went poorly, right? It was surface level mission, more for support and diplomacy, then real hands-on work, so if something did happen Obi-Wan would know and tell him, right?
Thankfully, there was no real concern because when he was doing his readings after dinner tonight, he saw the small red alert in the corner of the screen notifying of the outstanding message, and he felt like he could take a deep breath again. Anakin knew he wouldn’t be able to scurry off so early in the evening to listen to your message, but it was itching at him that he had to wait even longer to hear your voice and your update. Luck continued to be in Anakin’s favor tonight though as it seemed as Obi-Wan was also interested in an early night, and let Anakin head off to his room earlier than usual.
Anakin rushed through his nightly routine so he could hop in bed, pull the blanket over his head, and hit play on his holopad, your voice filling the space underneath the blanket. He leaned his head back with his eyes closed, listening in as you continued on with your stories of this past month. The sprawling greens of the palace, the fountains made of marble and stone flowing with fresh, clean water, and the palace itself, with an uncountable number of rooms, all filled with the most soft and luxurious materials you have ever seen and felt. You even had your own room at this palace, it was nowhere near as luxurious as the royal family’s rooms but you swear that the bed alone in your room was the same size as your whole room back at the temple.
You sighed happily as you explained that the skies were clear on this planet, no continuous roar of ships filling the skyline like Coruscant, no smog or heavy smell of fuel, just blue skies with a soft sweet breeze, and sometimes, a rare cloudy day. The noisiest part of the palace was the birds, you explained, early in the morning, their calls awakening you for your morning rounds, and the sounds of calls outside of your window every night as the birds settled during the sunset.
But when the birds were quiet after the sun had settled, and the light had gone dark outside, you could hear the crush of the waves on the shore. You explained to him that initially you hated the early morning shifts for rounds, but within the past week or so, you really grew to love the sounds of the world waking up at the same time as you. Sometimes you would even be up before the birds and would be outside in time to see the initial daybreak across the skyline that alerted the birds.
Anakin was happy to hear about your new adventure and how great the location was, but he couldn’t help the feeling of envy crawling up his spine. He wanted his own adventure like that, he was sold this idea of what a life would be like as a jedi, but for the most part since entering the order, he’s felt trapped within the walls of the temple. How you describe the planet you’re staying on currently reminds of him of his time on Naboo when he was younger during the battle, he itches for that freedom and excitement again.
He also itches to see Padmé again. As you ramble on about the royal family you are serving, his mind travels to the previous queen of Naboo and what she may be up to now. Is there a possibility of him going to Naboo for diplomatic reasons and seeing her again? The same way you are with your mission? He wouldn’t mind that. Going back to Naboo, showing Padmé the jedi he has become. He had been wanting to keep up to date with the news of Naboo and the new senator, but Obi-Wan’s training schedule has kept him busy.
Your voice brings Anakin back to his surroundings as he listens to you continue on, “I’ve even been able to join the queen and the princess to the town center for their shopping trips, and with the chefs and handmaidens for their trips to farmer’s markets. I haven’t seen anything like it, it’s not like the markets in Coruscant at all. I think you would love it here…I wish you could join me. Maybe I could sneak a few pictures of the grounds to you? Will have to do it when no one’s around though, don’t think I could really explain away why I am taking pictures with my holopad to the rest of the guards or Master Plo Koon.”
Anakin can’t help but close his eyes again and rest his head back as he relaxes in for the night, listening to your voice carry on. Tomorrow morning he’ll regret not pausing your voice message, but for right now, your voice is exactly what he needs to get his first restful night of sleep in a while.
…
*3 months after departure*
“Ugh Ani,” your groan crackling over the speakers of the holopad, “it’s so boring out here, it’s just round after round, every dayyy-yuh,” Anakin chuckles at the tone of your voice, your message from last night playing as he gets ready for his day on Coruscant.
“Nothing’s really been happening, every day seems to be the same out here…at least I get some outside time, it seems a lot of their staff is stuck inside with them. None of the royals really seem to leave the palace, it’s like…a rare occasion for them to even go out to their gardens. Which is mind boggling to me, they spend alllll this money on all of these luscious gardens and luxurious items and they don’t even use them a majority of the time.”
Anakin can hear the sounds of your shoes shuffling in what he assumes are loose stones in the background of your call. You continue on, “I will say though, I have gotten closer with some of the princess’s handmaidens and some of the groundskeepers, it seems like a lot of the workers here are very kind.”
You pause, some more shuffling from your feet, and you weren’t wrong, the birds really are loud around you. “I even went on one of my rounds the other night with Sella, she’s one of the princesses’ handmaidens, and at the end of the round, she asked if I had seen the tunnels. And I’m like the tunnels? I had no idea they had existed, but she walked me through this hidden door behind one of the shelves of the hall, and showed me the emblem on the shelves to show which shelves are actually hidden doors. The tunnels were crazy though, there had to be dozens of them that we walked by on the way to the tunnel near my room. Apparently, there are some that lead to the royals’ rooms. It’s good thing I had Sella with me thought, because I could’ve easily gotten lost in the maze they have built within this place.”
“But also, Sella was telling me about this rumor of a hidden hangar under the palace. She had never seen it herself, because I asked if it’s the same as the one we had flown into outside of the grounds, closer to the town, but apparently, along with the hidden hangar there’s also a hidden bunker accessible through the tunnels” your voice pauses over the speaker, before adding “wait, don’t tell anyone I said that though. I told Sella I would keep it a secret…but it’s not like you’re here anyways.”
“but yeah, apparently there’s all of these hidden passageways and tunnels buried all throughout the palace. I only know about the one so far, but Sella said that there’s a lot more, all built to keep the royals safe and to let them escape if there’s ever an attack or something, which makes sense, and you know…it makes sense that everything would have to be kept hush hush.”
“I told Sella though that we have got to get something like this back in the Jedi temple, imagine how easy it would be to sneak out if we had some tunnels? That would be cool huh?” You pause, catching your breath from talking excitedly, but continue on “oh but yeah, as I was saying there’s not much going on around here right now.”
“I feel like most of my work out here has just been being on call, going on rounds, and going to the town for some of the chores, like shopping or picking up their new wardrobe pieces. Which is fine, I guess, at least I’m not just stuck inside all day, but like, I really thought I would be doing something here, not just playing chaperone for these royals. They have their own guards, so it’s not like I’m doing much of the work, I’m just tagging along with their rounds, but they’re kind of jerks. It’s weird, it’s like they don’t even acknowledge the rest of the staff of the palace.”
“I’ve been here, what? A couple of months now? And I swear the handmaidens and groundskeepers are closer to me than they are the guards, and it’s like the guards refuse to even acknowledge them…there’re only a few handmaidens that the guards will talk to or acknowledge more than a grunt. There’s Vitiia and Mala who are the queen’s handmaidens, I think they have been here the longest… and then I know they sometimes will talk to Sella, but when it comes to the caretakers or the groundskeepers, I swear they don’t talk to anyoneee.”
“My friend Anvril, who’s the son of one of the older groundskeepers, said his dad used to be close with some of the guards since they’ve been here for so long, but now? Nothing. It’s just ugh, so weird…”
…
The sun feels warm on your skin this afternoon, but it’s a welcomed change, having been stuck in the palace all morning with Master Plo Koon, working on some trainings and meditations. Not much has been changing on these palace grounds these past couple of months, but going outside at least gives you a break from the cold marble and stone floors and walls inside the palace.
“Anvril!” you happily call out to your friend from the foot path, spotting Anvril crouched in one of the voluminous flower beds sprawling along the most inner fence of the palace walls. His head whips to stare at you, eyes wide.
“Stars above, you scared me…” Anvril sighs standing up and stepping away from the fence, he looks around dusting his hands off on his pants, “what are you doing out here? You and the guards out on a round?” He steps out of the flower bed and crosses the manicured lawn to meet you on the stone pathway, his eyes scanning the area.
“Oh no,” you wave your hand at him absentmindedly, “just me out here.” You don’t notice how Anvril’s shoulders seem to relax, “my Master got pulled into a meeting with the royal guards and told me to go do a quick round…so that’s what I’m up to.”
You look around him, peering at the bag of tools near the fence and then back up at him, “what are you up to?”
Anvril scratches the back his neck, looking between you and the bag, before sighing out and saying “uh, my dad mentioned that there seems to be a rodent problem on the grounds again, so he’s been having me…check for weaknesses in the fences.”
“Really?” You ask a bit incredulously, “I haven’t seen anything.”
“Ah well, you know, you’ve been on the morning route recently, and these rodents…well they seem to be coming out more right after dusk.”
“Right, yeah” you nod, “huh, well, better you than me.” You laugh up at Anvril before adding, “I don’t really like rodents, there was a small cluster of mites in the temple once, and I swear we could hear the scurrying all night…woke up and there was one in my bed, blegh.” Anvril laughs alongside with you at your anecdote and miming.
…
*7 months after departure*
“Hey Ani,” He hears your voice and then some shuffling around in the background, “sorry I haven’t been sending as many messages, everything is still fine here…well I guess kind of fine. I don’t really know.”
“We had to close the gates to the town center recently, and there’s been some more guards put in place along the fences, and even some guards on rounds now, which is kind of annoying because they’re always just awkwardly walking behind me…but that’s beside the point, Master Plo Koon told me there’s some fears of civil unrest starting to spark up in the town, and I even overheard from the guards that there’s a suspected terrorist group in town now.”
“Nothing’s really happened so they can’t do anything about it yet, but we’ve pretty much been locked down in the palace yards now…which I guess is fine all things considered. Like if I am going to be stuck somewhere, it might as well be a palace, right?”
“I feel like even the royals are starting to get antsy being stuck here, I would like never see them before, and now? Even the king and queen are doing rounds around the greens…which don’t tell anyone I said this” you pause, your voice lowering a bit before continuing “but it’s so annoying because when they’re out no one’s allowed to do anything fun out there. Like it’s bad enough when the guards are out on ‘rounds’ and lurking around the greens too, but at least they’re cool with giving me space and we all kind of do our thing in our own areas, but when the royal family is out? Everyone has to stop what they are doing to keep an eye on them.”
“The first time I noticed they were out on a walk, well it was technically before I even noticed, I was doing my normal route on the stone path following the path a snail was taking, and Master Plo Koon literally had to grab my shoulder and pull me back before I accidentally walked into their group of guards surrounding, but like how was I supposed to know out of the almost year we’ve been out here, that that would be the first day they choose to go outside? And in my path no less? Ugh.”
“The princess comes out sometimes too, and she’s pretty nice, a little weird, but it’s fine I guess, it’s nice to have to someone who’s not old to chat to every once in a while…I’ll keep you updated on anything else going on around here though. Fingers crossed something cool happens and I can finally show all of these boring old guards my training.”
Beloved Master (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawanReader)
Summary: After a traumatic series of events, you find yourself being held captive by the sith lord known as Darth Vader. Alone and unarmed, you wish so badly for your beloved master to be here with you. Be careful of what you wish for.
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, and Vader’s big dick. Padawan reader is of age.
Notes: The 'What If' Version: Beloved Master *Fragmented*
Part 2: Beloved Husband
This is a non-burnt Vader fic. Everything is still intact and has been ‘enhanced’ by the dark side of the force.
“Now behave yourself, jedi, the lord will be with you shortly.” The male attendant sneered, taking great joy in your current predicament.
Standing there, wearing nearly nothing; you tried your best to maintain what little dignity you had left. You gave him a small nod and muttered a quick thanks, before stepping inside the room.
“Try not to have too much fun,” he chuckled darkly and closed the door behind him.
Hearing the locks hiss into place, you began to reflect on the events that led up to this moment.
It had only been a few nights ago that you stood in the temple’s meditation garden. Waiting patiently for your beloved master to return from an ‘emergency meeting’. When your private comlink was hailed, his voice ringing out from it. “Run. Run swiftly. Run to me.”
Everything was fragmented and hazy after that.
The night sky was orange. There were cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple, your home, was engulfed in flames.
You felt utterly hopeless. Worried horribly about your master. Completely devastated at the thought of not saying those words to him one last time.
You tried to run, but someone tugged hard on your arm. Yelling at you to come with them, to ignore his call. Something happened to that someone in a blaze of blue light.
You were no longer being pulled, but carried away from the chaos. Being whispered to that it was ‘all going to be okay, you’re safe’.
That’s when your whole world went dark.
When you awoke, you found yourself locked up in a holding cell. Dressed in the most ridiculous outfit you have ever seen. One that left very little to the imagination.
You did not remain there long. Soon after, the male attendant had arrived. He, along with a pair of clone troopers, then escorted you swiftly to their lord’s private quarters. Apparently, this Vader fellow wanted to have an audience with you rather badly.
It was with this grim thought in mind that the weight of your situation truly set in.
You were alone. Stuck on an unknown planet, which you could feel was entirely encompassed in the dark side of the force. You were without your saber, it’s comforting presence no longer hanging from your hip. And, most gravely, you were about to presumably meet a sith lord.
Scanning your surroundings, you hoped to find something you could possibly use to defend yourself. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the lavish bed chamber that would provide much help.
You heard the door behind you slide open and then close.
Swallowing hard, you tried to compose yourself. Your master had always said to keep your wits about you when facing down an enemy. To stay centered within the force. To keep your mind clear.
How you so wished he was here with you now.
“I am, padawan of mine.”
Your eyes grew wide. “Master?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Is that really you?”
Not waiting for an answer, you quickly whirled around. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over you. Standing before you, a gentle smile on his face, was…
“It’s me”, Anakin muttered.
Without a second thought you ran to him. And he easily scooped you up into his strong arms.
Burying your face into his tunic; you finally let the hot tears flow free. “Ani, it was horrible!” You sobbed softly.
Stroking your hair, he gently swayed back and forth with you. “Ssh, it’s okay. It’s all over.”
You squeezed him tight and whimpered. “I thought I had lost you.”
“Hey, look at me.” Hooking two fingers under your chin, he tilted your face upwards. “We’re never going to lose each other.”
Placing his hand on your cheek, he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. “I made sure that we will always be together…no matter what,” he said malevolently.
Hearing his tone, it was as if you were suddenly released from sort of spell. Anakin was no longer the same, in oh so many ways.
His entire form had changed. He once only stood a head and a half taller, and now he absolutely dwarfed you. His hands were huge. His muscles blown enormous. He looked like an absolute beast, with yellow eyes and a heavy dark aura to match.
Maker, help you. He was the sith lord and you were finding it hard to resist him.
“Ani,” you spoke slowly, reaching to place a tiny hand on his chiseled chest. “What have you done?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, angel,” he replied nonchalantly. “I did what was necessary.”
Tightening his arm around your waist, he somehow pulled you in even closer. “You should be more worried about what I’m going to do to you in that outfit,” he whispered huskily.
A small squeak escaped you as you were suddenly swept off your feet and whisked over to the bed.
Trapped underneath him, it truly sunk in how utterly massive he had become…and how tiny you were in comparison. You shivered at the thought. Whether it was from fear or excitement, you weren’t quite sure.
“What is it, padawan?” He chuckled, hovering above menacingly. “Afraid of your master?”
You shuddered once more as Anakin brushed his clothed length against your inner thigh. Stars, he felt gigantic. “No, master,” you whimpered.
A wide grin spread across his handsome face. “Good, because this is where the fun begins.”
He crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was hungry and passionate. The kind that made you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately pulled him closer, deepening it.
You could hear a rumble of approval in his chest. The sound causes a warmth to spread throughout your entire body.
Parting for air, Anakin gave you a mischievous look before burying his face into your neck. He kissed and bit at the sensitive flesh. Making you purr. Marking you as his for all to see.
His hand, all the while, lazily slid down your form. Coming to rest on your breast, he cupped and gave it a firm squeeze. Eliciting a soft moan from you.
“I love the sounds you make for me,” he muttered against your skin.
“Ani,” you mewled, hands tangling in his golden curls.
“I wonder,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your body. “What kind you’ll make when I do this?”
“Kriff!” You cried out as his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. Sucking and nibbling at it through the paper-thin fabric. Causing your back to arch, your hips glancing one another in a fiery touch. You both groaned.
“Or better yet,” he whispered, sitting back on his legs. “What delicious sound will escape you when I do this?” With the wave of his two fingers, Anakin used the force to…
You let out a frightened squeal as the meager clothes were torn from your form. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself up with your hands, but he easily captured them in his much large one.
Pinning your arms above your head, he playfully scolded. “Now, now, don’t be shy. Let me see that beautiful body, little one.”
That name, it made you shiver. You could feel the dampness and you both knew it had shot straight to your soaking core.
“Oh? You liked that didn’t you?” He taunted, running his other big hand up and down your leg.
Wriggling beneath him, your cheeks burned hot. “I-I did, master,” you replied weakly.
He laughed darkly at your embarrassment and gave your hip a firm squeeze. “Tell me, tiny padawan of mine, what else would you like?”
“Your cock,” you whimpered. “I would like your cock inside of me.”
“Are you sure about that?” He mocked, flashing you a smirk.
Anakin used the force once more. This time removing his own clothes. Revealing…
Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry. He was absolutely massive, a true monster. And yet, you wanted him oh so badly.
“Please!” You begged; your voice laced with need. “Want it!”
“I don’t know.” He laid his heavy cock on your pussy, dragging it slowly between your folds. “You were barely able to take me before I became like this. Aren’t you afraid of what will happen now?”
You moaned softly as you found yourself slipping into a haze. “Don’t care! Need it!”
Suddenly, he removed all friction. You were about to whine in protest, until you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.
“All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
In a single, fluid motion, he pushed inside of you.
The two of hissed together, as you took every thick inch.
“So tight,” he growled as he bottomed out.
“So big,” you mewled. Relishing how full it made you feel. How his tip was dangerously pressed against your cervix.
Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he snaps them forward. Pounding into you at a brutal pace. Giving you no time to adjust to his colossal size.
“A-Ani…” You slurred, eyes going crossed from the stretch. “S-So big, An-Ani…”
He groaned at seeing your tummy bulge every time he thrusted back into you. “Yes, so big and yet your tiny cunt is taking me so well. Tell me, hatari, how much do you love it?”
You could feel the heat beginning to build in your core, tugging at you. “I love it! Love it so much!”
“Needy little thing,” he grunted. “Be a good girl now, let me into that perfect womb of yours. Going to fill you up so full. Going to make you heavy with the heir to my new empire.”
“M-Master…” You could barely form a sentence; you were so overwhelmed.
With a few more deep thrusts, he breached past the tight rim. Getting exactly what he wanted. “That’s it, that’s my sweet padawan,” he cooed.
You could feel the tears of ecstasy running down your cheeks. Your pussy clenching around him from the extra stretch. You were so painfully close and Anakin could tell.
“Let go,” he panted. “We’ll cum together, just like always.”
You went crashing over the edge. Mind blanking as waves of pleasure rolled through you.
His cock twitched inside of you. Filling you to the brim and beyond with his seed. Making your stomach round.
Catching your breath. Smiling warmly at one another. You both basked in the afterglow of it all.
Lacing his fingers with yours, still buried deep within you. Anakin placed a tender kiss on your forehead and whispered. “I love you. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying our child, my empress.”
A cold chill ran through you as you came back down from your high. You knew you should be terrified. That you should be distraught over the events that led up to this.
But as you gazed up into those yellow eyes…none of that mattered anymore. All that did was you being right by his side.
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heavy, calculated steps thudded throughout the rocky walls, the damp cavern echoing with the sound of heavy mechanical breathing alongside footsteps. it was dark and gloomy, seemingly abandoned, but he knew to trust the force and not rely merely on his eyesight. he kept walking, finally finding the dimly lit table in the center of the cavern-like prison.
he continued to encroach upon her, his steps loud, slow, and steady. he finally approached the surgical table, peering down at the victim. the dark lord’s face contorted in a surge of anger, his lip curling as he forced his gaze to the ground. he was, for once, grateful for his helmet obscuring his face.
“oh, y/n…” darth vader’s inhuman voice groaned, “what have they done to you?”
his mind raced with countless memories simultaneously, blinking back the waves and waves of emotion as the girl on the medical table underneath him lay unconscious.
anakin had been chasing y/n around the training room, his practice saber cocked behind his head as he prepared to throw it at the younger girl. “ani, no!” she backed away, a smile threatening to rip across her face and break through her stern tone. although anakin was the older of the two, it seemed the younger padawan was always the one to keep the chosen one tame. he released the wooden saber, missing y/n’s head completely and knocking over a new vase that’d just been added into the room. anakin and the young girl stood side by side in silence before y/n’s arm smacked into anakin’s chest, earning a loud groan from the older padawan, “you moron! you’re telling the masters this time, not me!”
darth vader nearly laughed at the memory before forcing his face to harden. he straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath, ‘forget her. forget her, she means nothing.’ the sith repeated the mantra to himself, his eyes shut as he tried to force the words to become true.
then, her eyes opened.
she gasped and sat up straight, or as straight as the restraints let her. she had not said a single word, her eyes only scanning the man who stood above her. darth vader froze in place, something he hadn’t seen himself doing in years. he was frozen like a deer in headlights, looking at the girl underneath him, the girl who arguably knew him better than he knew himself.
“i-i’ve never said a word to them a-about you,” y/n whispered, her voice scratchy and weak from the clear torture she’d been through since…who knows how long. her skin was marred with injury, dried blood, barely healed cuts and bruises littering the face that anakin once thought beautiful. perhaps if anakin were here now, he’d think the same, but alas, only the great sith lord stood alongside the injured woman.
the words caught him completely off guard and vader’s head almost swiveled right off his shoulders. he blinked once. twice. then three times.
“what..?” a single, simple word that in no way encompassed exactly how many questions he had in that moment, a word that in no way encompassed any of the emotion raging within.
he dared let himself think, ‘does she remember me? does she know who i am?’
“i never told anyone any of your secrets, anakin. never.”
darth vader sharply inhaled, “that name has no meaning to me. i don’t know who you believe i am but-”
“don’t lie to me. i know that chain holding your cloak over your shoulders is the remnants of the necklace i made you to protect you from force mind tricks. i know that it’s you, ani.” y/n said, staring straight at him.
“NO. i told you that name has no meaning to me.”
silence. the rasp of vader’s synthesizer was the only constant, the two finding each other’s gazes as their breaths synced. y/n tried to sit up once again, groaning lowly as she did.
that was when he noticed her bloodied wrists. he kneeled down without a second thought, holding her much smaller hand in his gloved hands. another memory cut through his mind, slicing through him easier than a hot blade cutting through a freshly baked loaf of bread.
anakin was sitting on the couch in the middle of his quarters, shaking his head as he mumbled a slew of curses, his brow furrowed in that way it always would when he was upset. y/n sat beside him silently, her body rigid and unmoving. her hand was in anakin’s, her gaze flickering between his eyes and his hands as he worked.
“i told you that i should’ve gone with you, hadn’t i?” the jedi knight scolded her, his head shaking once more as he spoke. “i told you, y/n/n. i told you!” y/n sighed softly, accepting his raised voice. he was entirely right, she had only recently become a jedi knight, a short period after anakin had. finally being sent on a mission by herself, her head had gotten cloudy with excited pride and she had rushed into battle, headfirst, with no back up plan. though she’d come out victorious, she hardly left unscathed. her soft skin was now bleeding and ripped open. too many times had she been scolded for moving to block a blade or blaster with her arm, and too many times had anakin given her the same lecture.
“i only wanted to be as brave as you, ani.” y/n said dejectedly, watching as he finally, carefully, wrapped her wounded arm with practiced ease. her words made anakin stop in his tracks, his touch stuttering. anakin raised his bright blue gaze to y/n’s softened e/c gaze.
“you shouldn’t say such things so lightly, y/n.”
darth vader hissed at y/n’s movement, his grip tightening over her small wrist, though he kept her injuries in mind. his mind flashed with the memories of the countless times they’d cleaned each other up after missions and he felt his chest constrict in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “easy.” he said gruffly, blinking slowly as he analyzed her. darth vader stood now, leaning closer to the restrained girl, his jaw clenching tighter and tighter upon the realization that she’d had more injuries than he’d ever seen on her soft skin prior. what happened here? who did this? why did they do this?
vader knew now wasn’t the time for questions, but he couldn’t stop himself as he circled around the surgical table, looking for a release hatch of any kind. “why? why haven’t you given into the force to rip away these dreadful binds?” his voice was angry, though the anger wasn’t directed at y/n.
y/n swallowed dryly, licking her excessively dry lips before she spoke, “i’m not able to use the force in my position,” she said quietly, her gaze averted from the sith, her gaze darting all around the room. he could feel her fear in the air, how worried she was. though he couldn’t determine exactly who or what she was so scared of, he assumed it was of her captors.
“in your…” he repeated her words, confusion evident in his tone, “what do you mean?”
y/n sighed, her eye twitching in a silent wince as she rearranged herself into a more comfortable position, “i’m bound by some mix of noris root and beskar, or something like that, i’m not sure. all i know is that the force will not penetrate whatever these are, nor will my strength.” y/n gently gestured with her wrists, groaning as she felt the cuffs press harder into her already sullied skin.
darth vader growled, detesting the cruelty of her captors, the irony not lost on him. before he could even say anything, he felt a shift in the air. without a second thought, his large metallic hands wrapped around the binds that held the former jedi down. he jerked them away from y/n’s hands, the binds snapping and disintegrating in his grip. immediately, a loud, blaring alarm echoed throughout the room. vader grunted angrily, quickly finding himself at y/n’s feet. he ripped off the links across her ankles and he felt his anger spike at her bloodied ankles. she was in no condition to run. with an unpracticed jostle, vader lifted up the girl’s weakened form, already growing tired of the high pitched scream of the alarm. the siren soon began to flash red and at that point, vader readjusted y/n on his back, “hold onto me, and don’t let go.” he commanded her.
darth vader had no idea why he was saving her, this girl who meant nothing to darth vader, and everything to anakin skywalker. he should have killed her or immediately left after finding her, or perhaps, he should’ve walked right by her unconscious form and slaughtered everyone in the building, then left. he elected to question his own actions later, his feet already moving towards the exit before he even received confirmation that she heard him. as he found himself charging through the door, he felt the familiar feeling of y/n’s small frame wrapping around him tightly.
the siren only continued to blare louder and louder, the further away the two ran from y/n’s former prison. as she rested her chin across darth vader’s shoulders, she forced her eyes shut, using the force as much as she could in her weakened state. she forced herself to focus on any life forms, sensing several armed bodies incoming. her voice was still weak, though less strained, “go to the right. straight ahead’s a trap,” vader listened, making a sharp right down a different corridor, his grip on her tightening.
“be careful using the force in your state, young one.” the old nickname he’d given y/n many years ago nuzzled itself again against y/n’s ears. her breath caught in her throat at the reminder of anakin, but she used the emotion she felt to let the force flow through her even more. she said nothing in return to his warning, only using the force to guide them to their exit.
“more enemies down this hall on the right, go straight down the stairs–” she groaned, a sudden pain striking her in the head. vader let out another hiss, about to warn her once more before instead deciding to bite his tongue. he felt the familiar comfort of y/n’s presence and nearly snipped at her before he remembered just where they were. later. he told himself before pressing on, following her direction.
anakin had been making fun of y/n all day, but he had been enjoying himself despite his jokes of being annoyed. “ah, i remember when i was your age, young one.” the newly announced jedi knight spoke regally, as overdramatically as he could. it was y/n’s birthday, so of course he just had to tease her as much as humanly possible.
“will you shut up? for once?” her words were rude, though her tone was free of malice, a sparkly grin on her lips. anakin barked out a laugh, “you’re not even that much older than me, you-”
“relax, children,” master obi-wan kenobi chided, a big smirk on his face. the two padawans got along much better than he or the council had anticipated, something he reveled in.
y/n turned her head to obi-wan, using her finger to swipe off some frosting from her plated cake. she stood and cocked her arm back, throwing the small glob of frosting at obi-wan’s face, earning a disgruntled groan from the master. anakin couldn’t help but burst into laughter again, doubled over and clinging to his stomach as he fought to catch his breath.
darth vader spoke in a strained, hushed whisper-yell as he increased his speed, “stay with me, y/n!”
the younger girl groaned out, “workin’ on it…” she blinked away the comforting memory of anakin and obi-wan, heaving a breath before continuing, “should be home free once you go through that doorway ahead.” the siren’s volume had dulled now, or maybe y/n had just started to accept the blaring as background noise.
when he breached the exit, the sith turned around and focused on the force’s current through his body. there was an eerie silence in the forest all around them, the siren having now completely stopped. “alright, we’re out. are you-”
she was unconscious. darth vader could not only sense it, but he could feel the dead weight that now relied completely on him. with a low sigh, he crouched slightly, using the momentum to jostle her upward, higher on his back. his hand found the back of her head, resting on her messy hair for a moment before his arms wrapped around her legs again as he sighed.
he said nothing after his realization, instead taking off towards safety and solitude.
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"Foolish girl," He says, his grip around your throat tightening. "Do you really think you could hide in such a childish place?"
The cold material of his leather glove digs into your skin, the painful stretch of the metal that builds his lightsaber hitting a deep spot inside you. It's humiliating... to be reduced to a supple piece of flesh by the very man you swore to destroy.
"Let— Let me go," You fight back, the tight wires around your wrists, securing them behind your back, slowly cutting off the circulation. Your fingers twitch, anxious to be freed— but there is no escape.
"You should have known better than to try to elude me," Vader sneers as he tightens his grip on your throat, his forceful choke crushing your windpipe. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the lack of oxygen and the sharp sting of the lightsaber hilt scraping against your inner walls. You are at his mercy, well aware that he can end you in a split second if he desires to— so having him toy with you breaks your resolve, the little ounce of pride you had left.
Vader leans closer, his masked face mere inches from yours as he growls, his presence is ominous and intimidating; you always thought you'd have a chance against him... how foolish.
"I will break you, rebel scum. You will submit to me entirely," A sadistic pleasure runs through his chest at the way your walls clench around the rough edges.
Suddenly, he releases your neck and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. Your mouth opens, the desperate plea immediately overshadowed by his deep, modulated voice.
"Save it, a disgusting scum like you is unworthy of my mercy," Vader commands coldly, ramming the lightsaber hilt deeper and harder into your pussy.
The metallic shaft is unyielding as it plunders your most vulnerable depths, stretching you wide around its girth. Despite the pain and humiliation, you can't help but let out a choked moan as he angles the weapon, making sure the ridges rub against that spot that is sure to make you writhe, forcing it into you ruthlessly, the base of the lightsaber striking your cervix with each brutal thrust. Your body betrays you, your wetness increasing and coating the shaft as he uses it to claim you, the wet noises filling the room increasingly.
If he could, he'd laugh— instead, a rich, mocking scoff escapes his lips, the sound making you curl; it is obvious he is enjoying reveling in your helplessness.
"Your terrible body betrays your true allegiance. Perhaps there is hope for you yet," He muses, his ministrations never ceasing. "But first, you must learn your place. Now, scream for me... and I might spare your life."
He punctuates his words with a particularly vicious thrust, pushing the hilt so deep inside you that it feels as though it might split you in two. The pleasure-pain is overwhelming, and despite yourself, you let out a wanton cry as your climax crashes over you, your inner muscles clenching tightly around the unrelenting metal.
Vader doesn't stop, continuing his merciless assault as aftershocks wrack your body. He fucks you through your orgasm and beyond, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from you before he allows himself to find release. He is not only ruining your body— but ruining your mind.
"At least you can please— I assumed you must have something of worth," His words cut right through your soul, being the only thing your mind registers as your body succumbs to the painful ecstasy. "Let's see what the rest of your pathetic rebel dogs will think when they see my new toy."
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