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true kryptonian! clark kent's whole body feels unreal when you're underneath him. he towers over you, broad and heavy at well over six foot, with shoulders and a chest so wide they block out your view of the room when he leans over you. his frame is thick and dense with muscle, built from something far beyond human genetics.
his thighs are huge, hard and beefy, spreading you open with just the pressure of them bracketing your hips, and his hands- one can cover both your wrists... or your throat, or your hip without effort.
and his cock... it's massive. heavy, too. when he's hard for you (which is nearly instant, almost frightening in how quickly his body reacts to you, your scent, your touch), his length is nearly matches that of your forearm, thick the whole way down to a neat patch of hair at the base. he's wide enough that your hole has to fight to open around him.
true kryptonian! clark who's genital anatomy is not even similar to a human male's. he gets hard for you - his sweet human mate with that delicious, mouthwatering scent - concerningly fast. sometimes you get a little overwhelmed by how many times he needs to fill you.
when he pushes his cock into you, you go stiff at the sheer girth of him, enough to stretch you out obscenely. you're so tight around him and your walls grip down on him each time he pulls back. the crown of his cock is broad and flared; made to lock against you once he's inside, and his shaft isn't smooth. ridges run along the length, faintly glowing under the skin and pulse erratically.
the markings on his shaft vibrate when he gets worked up. they're placed perfectly to drag against your walls and stimulate you, and when you squeeze him the whole thing lights brighter. his body reacts to yours like it has a mind of it's own. he's meant to be inside your plush hole.
and then there are the spines, tiny catches along the underside, not sharp but textured, barbed just enough that once he thrusts in deep you feel them catch when he tries to pull out. soft little tugs that keeps him buried even when he's trying to be gentle. you realize quickly he's not built to pull out until he comes inside you enough to ensure it'll take. it's biology. his species is meant to create huge batches of offspring, and even if you can't get pregnant, his cock locks inside you to make the attempt anyway.
clark's body has been evolved to hold you open and stretched around him until he's satisfied. every time he shifts, those spines press and rake softly over your inner walls, forcing your body to clench tighter around him, milking him deeper. every push has that broad flared head stretching you wide, scraping perfectly, every ridge buzzing. you swear you can feel the vibrations move in patterns to hit the most sensitive spots in you. the markings that streak up his shaft glow brighter the wetter you get, and he watches how you're sucking him in with avid fascination, eyes hazy.
summary: Riding your Golden Boy. Somewhere along the lines, Sentry takes over and has his way with his girl.
warnings: smut, smut and more smut. bob being a soft boy, sentry being self indulgent and taking you within an inch of your life because you asked for it. (i fear i was the one being self indulgent bcs idk sentry is so hot but so is void. but bob has my heart. let me know what yall think. hope yall enjoy this <33)
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He wants to live inside you forever. Imprint himself on your very soul and on every fiber of your being. You feel good, you feel so incredibly and unbelievably right.
“Oh God, Bob.You’re so big..” you moan as you sink down on his cock. The dangerously adorable man underneath you has the thickest cock you’ve ever had. The stretch overwhelms you and you bury your face in his neck, arms around him, trying to go as deep as possible. Bob hands grip your hips tightly, stopping you from sinking down on his cock too quickly. Mentally, you curse yourself for taking so long to try this position with your golden boy.
Bob feels dizzy too, his head spinning as he watches you. He craves touch, he craves your touch. His entire life, nobody had ever touched him like you, so lovingly and gently, tracing his skin like you were memorising and worshiping him. Instead, he spent a good portion of his years filling this empty space with drugs, getting high out of his mind and doing awful things he wouldn’t even want to tell you.
Leaning up against the headboard, Bob watches you with lustful eyes, his plump lips part as he pants breathlessly. At this very moment, Bob felt like his heart might explode, death would be welcomed since he had truly lived a life worth living, an angel in his arms, wrapped around his cock. Sex before you was meaningless, he had been far too high to care about anything that was happening anyways.
“G-go slow. Don’t have to get it all in.” He whimpers out between moans, groaning at how wet you are, dripping down the length of the cock.
“I-I want to, baby.” you reply shakily before pushing yourself down fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your eyes water, but he feels so good— you could cum right then and there.
Bob’s hands lift from your hips, moving to clutch your head and pull you away from his neck. “G-god, baby. Y-you didn’t– you didn’t have to.” He stutters out, his forehead flush against yours.
You want to ride him, bounce on his cock until you can't remember your own name. Rolling your hips and clenching down on his cock, your legs tremble at how good it feels. Bob, bless his heart, lets out a choked moan.
“B-Baby, baby. You can’t– you can’t do that. I’ll cum too–oh god, too soon!” He moans.
It takes all your might to begin riding your golden boy. Hands on his shoulders you start lifting your hips, then sliding back down in his cock, over and over again. Your pace is slow yet hard and deep. You want to go faster but the blood in your veins feels so hot, you think you’ll explode if you’re not careful.
His head is thrown back, eyes shut, lips parted and face flushed as you ride him. His hands return back to your hips, clutching you like a lifeline. The Golden Boy under you, is unequivocally and irrevocably yours, and fuck— he looks gorgeous under you.
Letting go of his shoulders, you reach to clutch his face. “Bob? Baby, look at me, please.” you whine, wanting those pretty eyes on you.
He blearily opens his eyes, his pupils blown and he looks utterly debased and lustful. His unnecessarily superhuman senses flare, overwhelmed by everything around him. He can feel every touch on his skin, the soft fingertips on his cheeks trying to reel him in, and the drag of your walls around his cock each time you move up and down.
Bob never wants this to end. He wants to be inside you like this forever. His cock pumping deep inside the love of his life.
The sound of your heart pounding in your chest echoes in his ears as he zeros in on you, the way your blood rushes so loudly through your veins.
The pleasure is too much, it throws you off-kilter. Head spinning, your hands drop down to his stomach to steady yourself.Thoughtlessly, his hands move to cup your breasts when yours let go of his face, entranced by each movement they make when you bounce on his cock. The pads of his thumbs toying with your hardened nipples.
His touch spurs you on, the way his eyes lustfully looks at you has you choking on your own saliva. Invigorated by this, you speed up, bouncing on his cock harder and faster. Bob can only take what you give him, mouth parted, moaning and grunting, here and there. You know you shouldn’t overdo it, but God— his cock stretches you out so good and so deep, you know you’ll feel it tomorrow. You want him to wreck you, rearrange you and ruin you for anyone else.
The coil within you winds up, getting tighter and tighter with each bounce of your body. Body tense and hot, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, higher and higher. Head light and blood rushing, you’re losing yourself to this pleasure, your legs and thighs begin to cramp but you force yourself to keep going.It's like your mind isn’t yours. You don’t want to stop, you can’t stop.
Bob knows you far too well. He can tell when you’re teetering to the edge of going too damn far. The way your eyes glass over, the way your moans spill out like you're about to cry, and the way you shake. His hands clutch your waist, his grip firm but careful, trying to bring you back to him. “S-Slow down, baby. You’re— fuck! You’re t-trembling.” He says shakily trying not to succumb to how good you feel on his cock.
He says your name so softly, so reverently, trying to rouse you back to him. His arms wrap around you, under your arms, pulling you flush to him. Bob’s hand finds purchase on the back of your head, as it falls into the crook of his neck.
Gibberish falls out of your mouth. Something along the lines of “I want to cum, Robert. Let me make you cum too, please.” if Bob’s superhearing is to be trusted.
“I-I know, baby.” he soothes you. “L-let me do this for you, baby. Don’t— you don’t have to p-push yourself f–for me.” he reasons with you, knowing you wouldn’t stop until both of you had been thoroughly spent.
Too far gone to think straight, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him take over. Holding your hips tightly, Bob’s hips begin to thrust up into you, his pace is steady but deep.
The way you melt into him makes his heart pound out of his chest, how you trust him to take over, when even he didn’t trust himself. The way your soft moans spill out of your lips could make him cum inside your silky walls right now.
You want him to go faster, harder, make you cum so hard, you see stars. Desire has you so deep within its clutches, you can’t escape. So you beg. “Bob, please. Fuck me harder, please.”
“Shh, I– I don’t want to lose control, baby.” he whines back.
“I don’t care, Bob. Please, just fuck me hard.” You beg him, voice needy.
“I need you to fuck me. Just fuck me hard, Robert.” The words leave your mouth desperately without much thought.
Something shifts in the air and you feel it immediately. The sudden influx of unexplainable energy, it feels sharp and strong. Steady and firm, unlike Bob’s hesitance.
Beneath you, Bob shifts, hands gripping your hips even tighter. Then, he plants his feet down onto the bed, angling himself before thrusting back into you, hard. This new angle hits that spot inside you, the one that makes you scream and see stars
The force of his thrusts has you losing your breath, your arms tighten around his neck as you hold on for dear life. Ecstasy flows through your veins, as he begins to fuck you within an inch of your life while your moans spill wantonly from your lips.
This, you think, is new. Bob has never done this. He doesn’t usually fall into your begging, opting to hold back and not let himself lose. Alarm bells ring in your head, but somewhere between his grunts and the way his cock pounds into you, you forget it.
He’s so deep inside you, pounding your pussy like his life depended on it. The pleasure builds within you, the pressure between your legs borders between too much and just enough.
You don’t have a clue how long he has you like this but the coil finally snaps. Intense pleasure washes through you, sending your body into a state of ecstasy,and leaving you moaning and trembling. Your juices leak down Bob’s cock, coating both your thighs. He doesn’t slow down.
His thrusts don't falter. Bob’s pace is unyielding, grunting as your walls clamp down on him. Utterly spent, your body is limp and pliant atop his as you try to get your bearings, letting him have his way with you.
Before you know it, Bob flips the both of you.
The sudden movement shocks you. Suddenly, you are underneath him. Peering up at your Golden Boy, his eyes are shut and his curls fall haphazardly across his forehead, sticking to the sweaty skin.
Without much thought, your hand reaches up to brush away his curls. You think to ask why he stopped when he hasn’t cum yet.
Then, it clicks. The moment your fingers touch his skin, his eyes open. Otherworldly glow shines from his eyes.
Oh. This isn’t your Bob.
“Sentry?” You breathlessly ask.
The being above you doesn’t reply. Instead, he looks at you with the ferocity of a starved man. Fear rushes through you yet your excitement outweighs it. His cock is still buried inside your sensitive pussy, you don’t know whether to be afraid of him or do you want him to fuck you into the mattress.
Sentry speaks to you, “It’s unfair that he gets to keep you all by himself.”
Now, Sentry takes the reins. He pins you down onto the bed before thrusting into you. His presence is overwhelming, like he invades every inch of your senses.
Your previous climax had already made you sensitive. The sheer force of his unforgiving thrusts sends your body into overdrive. Overstimulation has you arching your back and curling your toes into the mattress.
In your fucked out state, you can’t even comprehend the words that spill out your mouth.
Sentry thinks you look so damn pretty like this. A lover fit for a god like him, moaning and writhing under him as he pounds into you. Only he should see you in this state.
He increases his pace, pounding into you harder. After all, you had asked him to fuck you hard. He can feel your thighs tremble and he can hear how hard your heart is beating.
The blood in your veins rush rapidly through your body as you fall deeper into your sex-induced high. Sentry too gets high on you. His focuses his efforts on bringing to the edge again, too feel you clamp down his cock and wantonly moan for him. Only him.
He knows he’s close to the edge when his balls tighten and the pressure low in his belly becomes too much. You feel yourself losing control, his cock is so big and he’s going too hard and too fast. When you tense and your body arches without your control, he knows your cumming again.
Only this time, he comes too.
He ruts into you wildly, grunting loudly while letting pleasure take over as he spills himself into you. He holds you close, letting your pinned arms go.
Somewhere in your haze, trembles and aftershocks you manage to wrap your arms around him as he spills himself inside you. It’s so much, even in your state, you know it’s too much.
The sheer volume of his thick cum feels so good inside you.
When he comes to, he can tell you’re still dazed. Your body is soft and pliant under him, while your eyes are glassy. His touch on your cheek grounds you a little. It’s like you see that it's him.
“Baby?” You call out breathlessly to him.
“Hmm?” He replies back but he thinks you don’t even notice.
You wince when he slides out of you. Thick fluids both his and yours leak out of you. He holds back the urge to push it back in. He knows that tomorrow that you’ll be sore but he hopes you don’t regret asking him to fuck you hard.
He lays beside you, pulling your weak body into his and letting your head rest on his chest. Sentry feels your body tremble under his touch, the aftershock of your orgasms.
He softly strokes up and down your arm, you are safe and sound here with him. He is the Sentry after all. A God in his own right.
When your breathing slows, he knows you’ll fall asleep soon. Your body is practically melting on him.
Right as sleep pulls you into its grasp, a soft sentence slips past your lips. Barely coherent and understandable but he doesn’t have superhearing for nothing. “Love you, my Golden Boy.”
Your Golden Boy. He likes the sound of that.
As Sentry closes his eyes, he hopes you wouldn’t mind him taking over your Bob next time. After all, it is unfair for Bob to have you all to himself.
Sentry lets sleep take him too, knowing that Bob will wake in the morning with only memories of this.
Sentry- 1, Bob- 0.
Yeah, he thinks. He’s a God, so why not keep a fucking tally.
i love bob sm pls i can’t even. let me know how yall feel about this.
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The occupants of the building had all retired hours ago, even so-called-superheroes were no match for the chilling winter air and annoyingly short hours of daylight. But even then, your standing weekly movie nights with Bob weren’t going anywhere, even when sleep begins to tug on your eyes.
Lights long turned down, The Dead Poets Society quietly plays on the television, accompanied by the occasional crackle from the fireplace. The second movie of the night, chosen by the golden boy himself. Somewhere along when Neil and his friends sneak off to the caves, reading poetry, the boy next to you falls asleep. Side-by-side on the sofa, buried underneath thick blankets, his head now rests on your shoulder. The position feels familiar and comfortable , like the pages of well-loved book, dog eared and creased
You stifle your laugh. The movie had been a favourite of his ever since you first played it, yet he falls asleep each time you rewatch it. Reaching for your phone, you snap a picture of the boy next to you. All peaceful and alarmingly disarming for someone as powerful as him.
Bob seemed to enjoy reading and watching films these days, finding himself in the pieces he watched and read. He often could be found melting himself onto the little armchair by the window overlooking the city, book in hand, enthralled by whatever book he’s landed upon. More recently, you’ve managed to convert him into a cinephile. Letting him explore the waters of movies and shows. Neil seems to be a favourite character of his, despite the character’s devastating ending, Neil’s story seemed to resonate with Bob.
Every few weeks, you offer to take him out into city to his chosen bookstore to get more books. He goes through them incredibly fast these days. You enjoy listening to him, how excited he gets when speaking about the characters or the plot twists he finds fascinating.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you focus on Bob’s warm body next to you. His soft snoring is beginning to reel you into the land of sleep, such a dangerous man he is. The movie’s end credits begin to roll, amazing timing you suppose. Checking the time, the clock on your phone reads 2:05 a.m., far too late in the night to be asleep on the couch.
“Bob.” you softly shake his thigh, trying to rouse him from his slumber. He whines, quietly but you caught it. He adjusts his head, leaning further into you.
“Bob!” you laugh. Eventually, he comes to. His eyes open blearily, laden with sleep as he sits up straight. The warm fireplace casts a glow upon him, his soft eyes and tousled curls all look even more endearing in this light. This feels right, you think. Your eyes drift to his soft lips, resisting the urge to lean in for the kiss you so desperately want. Bob deserves to make the choice himself, he didn’t need anyone doing whatever they wanted on him ever again.
He says your name softly. The letters roll off his tongue in a way that makes your heart beat faster.
“We should head to bed. Sleeping here’s gonna make your neck hurt, you know.” you say to him. Standing up from the couch, you lift up the blankets and toss them aside to deal with in the morning.
He rubs his eyes, running his fingers through the soft curls and pushing them aside. His locks are getting too long for him to handle, maybe you’ll offer to trim them tomorrow morning. Just the ones blocking his sight though, you like the longer curls on him.
He gestures to the cups and bowl of popcorn on the table, while yawning. “I’ll clean this up first. You go and head to bed.” He says in between yawns.
“Let it be,hmm? We’ll clean it in the morning, Bob.”
“No, I uhh, I don’t want to let you do it. You always wake up earlier than I do.” He adorably whines and your heart feels like it skipped a beat.
Wanting to seem nonchalant, you reply somewhat cheekily, “Well then, I promise not to do them even if I wake up early. Now, let’s go to sleep, hmm?”.
Holding out your hand for him, he grabs it without much hesitation and stands up. You make sure to switch off the television before heading upstairs, the sleepy man diligently trailing after you. You reach your door first.
Standing by the door, you want to ask him to come in. Not to do anything in particular, just to have him sleep next to you. “Goodnight, Bob.” you say to him.
“Goodnight.” he wishes you back. He looks like he has something else to say, hesitant on whether to continue or to just go to bed. His baby blue eyes pleadingly looks at you, at this moment he resembles a wet dog very much.
“Bob?” you ask. “Uhh, goodnight. I’ll uhh, I’ll see you at breakfast. With your morning coffee, just uh, just the way you like it. And please, don’t uh, don’t clean up. I’ll do it. ” he awkwardly says, leaving quickly for his room at the end of the hallway before you can respond.
God, he’s so oblivious. You want him so badly. Any longer and you might just pull him in and kiss him, those soft plump lips and beautiful eyes. Maybe you will, who knows? Sentry or Bob, that boy has wormed his way into your heart.
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.
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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.
summary: months after being away at war, general skywalker returns to his girl. they can’t keep their hands to themselves
warnings: 18+ MDNI, unedited, longing, princess!reader, smut, fluff, creamp!e and size k!nk, reader is fem and has long hair.
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The ship's hum drifts you away from the chaos outside. Unexpectedly, none of the noise seems to reach you here and for a moment, the galaxy outside seems to have disappeared. A temporary, lulling reprieve for the aches that have found a home in your bones since the start of the war.
A part of you wishes for no one to bother you ever again, to simply live in peace. It is possible, you suppose. To leave it all and return home to the comfort of your home. The guilt however, would surely eat you alive.
Deny as you might, it drives you insane. It somehow pushes all the buttons and pulls all the strings, all at once. The endless chatter of arguments and unyielding animosity is a stark difference than what you'd imagine life at the Senate would be.
Staring up at the ceiling your mind wanders, to home, to your parents and eventually to him.
Much to your dismay, you haven't had the chance to return back home. Each trip scheduled for your home planet as of late is always cancelled at the last minute, thwarted by the next issue at the Senate. The past few rotations are quiet too,barely any news came from the frontlines, even to the Senate.
As of now, your comlink also remains void of any updates from him, a rare occurrence for the both of you. Holding on to the small tendrils of hope, you tell yourself that no news is good news, and the force is indeed with him each step.
Princess?” A familiar voice snaps you out of your spiral.
“We've landed. Shall we make a move for your apartments?” asks Edwina.
Edwina. Oh, she's truly godsend. She and alongside the rest of your handmaidens are your tether to reality amongst this chaos.
They all fuss at how tense and anxious you are, blaming it on how overworked the Senate makes you.
Although you're certain Edwina knows about you and him, she mentions no word of it to the rest of them. She says no word of how each time the comlink beeps, you peer over to check it. She says no word at how your face and form falters when it's not him, yet beams when it is.
Gods, what you would give to hear his voice right now.
Edwina moves to help you, ensuring you slip on your shoes correctly, smoothing out your clothes and hair, making you somewhat presentable as the other handmaidens work to pack your things around the room.
The lack of answers from you isn't unusual for Edwina or any of them these days.
With the Senate practically disintegrating, calls for your return home have increased tenfold. Your parents have no desire to let their child fight for a losing cause, neither did your people.
Yet, here you are. Running isn't an option. Not when he is fighting on the frontlines, risking his life each time when Jedi are meant to be peacekeepers, not soldiers. Yet, they have surely become synonymous.
Soon though, the war will escalate, that much is certain. If the war reaches Coruscant, you'll have to leave for home, and might never see him again.
Will you ever see him again?
Vinnie’s gaze falls on you as you slip on the pair of gloves she hands to you. “Are you alright, Princess?” her gentle voice prods.
“Hmm? Just exhausted.” you reply, cringing at the sceptical look she shoots you.
To soothe her worries you reassure her, “Nothing a good night's sleep can't fix, Vinnie.”
Truthfully, no amount of sleep could fix this and even Vinnie knows it.
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Standing in the middle of the living room is a figure whose silhouette you know all too well. All tall and broad shoulders. His robes are clean and freshly pressed, he seems alive and well.
“Princess.” he greets you, voice gentle and laced with desperation and longing.
“Ani….” Without hesitation, you run to him. Anakin wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you bury your face in chest. He smells clean, like freshly done laundry.
“I missed you, my girl.” he says into your hair. Anakin pulls away slightly, lifting up your chin and trying to get a look at his beloved.
“Princess….what are these tears for, hmm?” asks Anakin, wiping away the tears spilling down your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m alright and I’m here, just like I promised, baby.”
He leans in, forehead against yours as he whispers "Everything's alright, my sweet girl. Everything’s alright.”
No words escape you as you sob. The relief washing through your body has rendered you speechless. The hours and sleepless nights of you pondering upon his safety has hit you all at once.
Your legs give out beneath you and Anakin gently brings the both of you to the floor. He peppers kisses all over your face, brushing away the strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ears.
“I’m sorry.” you laugh out through your sobs. “Please tell me you’re alright. Tell me you’re back with the same number of limbs you left with.” you say, desperation and concern seeping through each word.
Anakin laughs softly, his boyish grin melting your heart. “Yes, princess. Still only have one missing hand, the other limbs are still here.”
He unclips the cape around your neck, letting it fall off your shoulders. Anakin takes your gloved hands in his and carefully pulls off your gloves before bringing your hands to his lips. He places gentle, revering kisses all over your knuckles and wrists.
With a boyish grin, he says “Don’t think any war’s gonna take me away from you, princess. I’m always gonna come back, even if I have to crawl. Can’t have you lonely now, can I?”.
Anakin leans in, lips dangerously close to yours. He hesitates for a moment but abandons his reason and pulls you in a searing kiss. His kisses are passionate and desperate, filled with fervor and devotion as his hands cups your face. The kiss has you trying to catch your breath and keep up with him.
“I need you.” he whines once he pulls away, desperate.
“You have me.” you reply, lust lacing each word.
Anakin pulls up and leads you over to the plush settee. He lets you climb into his lap before pulling you into another hot, searing kiss.
Arousal floods your body and you move your hips slightly, trying to get relief on his clothed cock. The movement has him groaning into the kiss, his cock grows impossibly harder than before. You can’t wait any longer, and neither can he.
“Ani…. Please, I need you..” you whimper out.
Anakin somehow manages to free his cock from the confines of his pants. The head glistens with precum, hard and heavy for you. He pushes aside your panties and slides himself slowly inside you, mouth hanging open as he watches himself slip inside.
“I miss this, princess.” He groans out as he thrusts into you.
The stretch burns deliciously, months of not having him inside your pussy made you forget how good his cock was. Kriff, he’s massive. He stretches you out so much, every inch splits you open as he pushes himself deeper inside you.
“Ani… So big..” you whimper
Throwing your head back, you moan. The pleasure and pain sends your body into a fritz. Anakin too nearly cums at how tight you are, it's been too damn long since he had you. Countless nights, he hid away and tried to relieve himself with his hand. Unfortunately for him, his hand pales in comparison to you.
Anakin moves his hips and thrusts up into you, desperate to bury himself deep inside you. His pace is unhurried and sensual. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that has you turning into a moaning mess. Grasping the sides of his face, you lean into kiss him as he fucks you.
A particularly deep thrust has you whimpering and clenching down on his cock, earning a groan from his lips. “You’re so damn tight, princess. My pretty girl, I don’t think I can last long, it’s been too long.” He says, voice breathless and laced with lust.
Anakin grunts with each thrust as he fucks you faster and harder. The force has moaning his name over and over. It’s too much, he’s too deep and too big, yet it feels so good.
The coil within you snaps, your body trembles as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your walls clamp down hard on his cock, pushing him over the edge. He cums, grunting as he shoots his seed deep inside you, covering your walls in his thick and white cum.
By the time he finishes rutting into you, you’re still trembling from the force of your orgasm. Only his cock could make you like this. You’re limp in his arms, pliant as ever as you try to catch your breath.
“Princess, you with me?” He asks gently, rubbing up and down your arms. He earns a simple nod as a response, when you bury your face in his neck.
His cock isn’t softening, you can still feel his hard cock inside you. “I’m not done with you, princess.” He says in your ear, hands moving up and down your clothed body.
Playfully you reply, “Give me a minute, Skywalker. Don’t think I have it in me right now.”
“Well, I’m inside you right now.” He quips back lightheartedly.
In his lap, you are utterly pliant, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you hold on for your life. Time is merely a construct when he has you like this, unable to discern your reality as you lose yourself in pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm, slick coating his cock and dripping down your shaky thighs.
His cum leaks out endlessly as he mercilessly has his way with you. Vader still does not falter in his pace as he thrusts up into you, grunting here and there as he leaves you dizzy and breathless.
He too has lost count of how many times he’s come inside your sweet cunt, all he knows is he can’t get enough.
“Vader, it's—it's too much…” you beg him in between gasps and moans.
Vader gives no reply, only kisses on your collarbone as he bounces you on his cock. The coil within you begins to tense once again, curling your toes, you know another orgasm is near. Another one would surely make your eyes roll to the back of your head, the overstimulation and exhaustion simply too much.
He loves the way you let him use you, moving you up and down on his cock. The way your body holds onto his when he has you like this, he never wants to stop. The clenching of your walls around his cock spurs him on again, sending his pace faster. His grunts are so hot and heavy, you’d kiss him if you weren’t so out of it.
The pleasure heightens and heightens until it snaps. It spreads intensely through your body and you come undone on his cock again. The pleasure is too much, it sends your world into black as your body trembles with the force of your orgasm.
As your body goes limp, Vader shoots another thick load of his into you, coating your walls endlessly in his seed. Your walls are so tight when you come, clamping down on his cock. He grunts and groans loudly as he drains himself inside you, he’s giving you every last drop.
Noticing your limp frame, Vader quickly pulls your face to his. He brushes the strands of hair sticking to your face away. “ Shh, sweetheart…you alright?” he soothes you, jostling your frame slightly to pull you back into consciousness.
Your eyes open slightly, still dazed from the fucking he just gave you.
Pulling out his cock, he watches as his thick cum drips out of you. The sight is enough to get him hard again but he restrains himself, another round would push you too far. He lays your dazed form onto the bed, stroking your cheek to calm you down and bring you back to him.
When you come to, he’s right there. Steadfastly by your side, he’s both concerned and ready to help you. The look in his eyes though, are too lovely to ignore. Before you could get lost in them, he pulls you up to drink some water.
“You alright?” He asks quietly.
Too tired to reply, you nod, handing him back the glass of water before laying down. He leans down and tucks your hair behind your ear then, stroking your cheek gently. He looks down at you, watching you relax and fall asleep.
He knows, he always does, that the gentle stroke on your cheek always pulls you back to him and lulls your body to sleep. You’ll never know that after he lays the covers on you, he often doesn’t sleep, he never sleeps much anyways.
Vader remains too enthralled by the sight in front of him. He couldn’t believe you are in his bed, pussy leaking his cum and all fucked out. The common thought amongst others is that you love him blindly, ignorant of his heinous crimes. In truth, it's he who's blindly in love. He would burn down millions of galaxies again just to keep having you in his bed like this.
He supposes it’s true then, what you said. He’s hopelessly wrapped around your finger.
side note: this is a snippet (unedited) on a new series im working on. should i publish?
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Both of your skins are warm and sticky with sweat despite the cold air of the ship. The pleasure has you lost, you even can't remember how long he's been fucking you. You feel as if you're floating and drowning at the same time. Climax after climax, your body is limp and pliant just for him.
Now, Vader has you on your back, legs around his waist as he pounds into you, over and over. He grunts as he continues to thrust into you, pace unrelenting even as your pussy clamps down on him. You can't take it, you've been cumming on his cock so many times that now you're moaning incoherent words while your legs shake uncontrollably.
He likes you like this. All laid out for him to take, to pleasure and fill up whenever he liked. Today, he'd been drowned in his work, the Palpatine loyalists and Inquisitors remnants are certainly making their presence known.
So, he decides to indulge in his favourite past time, you. You are after all, going to be the beginning of his dynasty.
Vader's thick cock stretches you out so much it toes the line between pain and being so, so good. The first time he had you, he thought he'd never get his entire cock in. When he did, he didn't think he could live without fucking you again. He knew you hated him but it didn't matter. No matter how much you try to deny it, you love how he fucks you.
As he fucks you, he grunts in your ear, “That's it, my pretty little wife. Take my cock! You love it, don't you? No matter how much you say you hate me, you love being fucked like this.”.
You can't reply, you can't form sentences or words, only moans and whimpers. All your senses are in overdrive as you near another climax. You want to beg for him to slow down and let you rest. The pressure between your legs continues to build as he thrusts into you, tightening up each second he fucks you.
“Can't even talk back now,huh? So close to cumming on my cock again yet you say you don't want me to fuck you.”
It finally snaps, sending jolts through your body and clouding your brain. Your orgasm has you writhing and arching your back uncontrollably, you swear you see stars. Seeing you moan uncontrollably, nearly passing out, has him on the edge of his climax.
"That's it, that's it! I'm going to cum inside of you, deep inside you. Fill you up until it takes! he roars, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
His thrusts are erratic, he ruts into you without care as he chases his climax. You know he's so desperately close. Finally, he stills, with feral grunts he shoots ropes of his cum into you and coats your walls. It fills you up so much, the feeling has clenching down on him, milking each and every last drop.
There's so, so much of it. It leaks out of you and pools around his cock and your hole.
He rides out his climax, slowing down his thrusts. When he pulls out, he pulls out slowly, enjoying the wince you give as he touches your oversensitive clit.
Drops of his cum drip out of you and onto the sheets below you. His fingers scoops it and fingers it back into you. The movement has you reeling, body so overstimulated that you continue to drift away.
He enjoys you being dazed like this, body so weak and overstimulated from his fucking. He would fuck you again but he didn't want to break you. You gave him reprieve from the galaxy's troubles and he quite liked having you in his bed.
After all, you are his wife and the future mother to his heirs. He would't risk the future of his dynasty.
side note - i mayhaps have gone and veered away from flower shopping to plant shopping ( cause plants are my jam). still hope u enjoy though. much love from me
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Spring is finally here.
With it washes away the dread and barren cold of winter that seeps into your bones . The spring sun melts away the ice and makes way for a season of blooming flowers and plants.
The spring morning chill offers a nice change of pace from the frigid winds of winter. A lovely way to transition from thick winter coats to warm cardigans, according to Obi-Wan.
The hot cup of coffee he buys you does wonders to warm your hand as you both walk through the streets. Though the river market isn't an unfamiliar walk, Obi-Wan prefers to hold one of your hands as if you'd get lost. You don't mind, though. His hands are large and warm, providing you warmth and comfort like no other.
Hand in hand, the two of you walk through the city like always. You can't help but relish in the comfortable silence and the occasional talk. The kind of comfort that only comes through profound understanding. You adore the way his hair falls in his face, the way he smiles when he talks about his passions. Even after all this time, he blushes slightly every time he realizes your eyes are on him for too long.
Each year, the two of you venture down to the river market around spring to catch a glimpse of the annual plants and flowers market. The streets near the river house the stands that showcase all sorts of flowers. Each stand overflows with flowers and plants alike, attracting passersby and locals.
Unavoidably, Obi-Wan insists on you choosing a few plants to bring home every year.
“Obi, absolutely not! We have so many already, I wouldn't even know where to put them.” you say to him, laughing incredulously.
“What? Of course, there's space. I'll make space, darling. My hands are miracle workers, you know that. Remember last time?” he quips.
“Yes, I remember it. The ones you bought last year were too big and wouldn't fit on the balcony, yet you made it work. Now, shall I sing praises of your skill?” you quip back.
Eventually, you cave to Obi-Wan. The two of you settle on a few small houseplants after much contemplation. He wants more plants for the balcony like hydrangeas and morning glories, though he opts out of it after remembering his plans of adding chairs and tables to it.
You tease that Obi-Wan’s confidence and security is all for show, truly shaken when he has to make a decision for which plant he wants for your home. He takes the choice far too seriously which amuses you far more than you'd like to admit.
The look he gives to the fiddle leaf fig and monstera plant nearly makes you burst out laughing. He looks at it with such longing and wistfulness one would think it might be his lover.
“It's a terribly daunting decision, darling. What if we don't like it later? Can't return it back then, can we, hm?” states Obi-Wan
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you watch the stall worker pack your new plants. You find it amusing that he puts so much thought into it despite adorning every plant that comes into your home.
“You know, you love all your plants, Obi. Even the dramatic ones and that makes you all the more adorable to me.” you say dramatically.
He turns his head to you, his eyes bore into yours and his hand reaches for your cheek to caress it. “Adorable? Let's see if you still think that tonight, darling.” he cheekily replies.
Obi-Wan tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears and says “Besides,I have a love for beauty and dramaticness. Especially the one next to me, even if she teases me to no end.”.
The compliment makes the blood rush to your cheeks and you shy away from his gaze. He teases you for how easily your cheeks warm and how shy you get even after all this time.
Excusing yourself, you let Obi-Wan pay for the new plants while you discard your empty cup into a nearby recycling bin. Looking around in an attempt to calm yourself, you see some people walking around with bouquets of fresh flowers. You certainly didn't mind having some flowers around the house, you know Obi-Wan didn't either.
Once he's done, Obi-Wan walks to you with his brand new goods in hand and the brightest grin across his face.
“Where shall we go next, hmm?” He asks you.
“Want to get some fresh flowers? For our desks and maybe for our living room. It'll really feel like spring then.” you reply.
Smiling, Obi-Wan agrees and adds “Some for the kitchen too. Flowers in the kitchen make cooking much better, if you ask me.”
Continuing your journey, the two of you make your way further through the market. Walking hand in hand, both of you try to find the section of florists. Obi-Wan rattles off facts about the plants and flowers you see as you walk by. You tease his enthusiasm here and there, only to kiss his cheek once you've riled him up. Despite your teasing, you don't mind the flowers and plants, he knows it.
In truth, you find it charming to see him care for them meticulously. Though you would rather him tickle you to death than say that to him.
Spotting the section of florists, both of you head over there. Admittedly, you don't care much for plants, but you adore flowers. Especially since Obi-Wan indulges your love by planting some of your favorites at home and buys bouquets of others.
Full of excitement, you begin choosing with much care. You decide carefully which flowers would look best in your home and liven up the place, placing them in a basket the worker gave. Obi-Wan picks a few here and there, but he mostly opts to stand back and watch you be in your little world.
Moments like this remind him of how glorious it is to feel such profound love for you. Nothing can match how desperately and unequivocally in love with you he is.
Your voice snaps him out of his trance, “Should we get lilacs too?” you ask.
“Uhh, definitely. The snowdrops look great too. Do you want to get them?” he replies.
The two of you go back and forth between what other flowers you should get, eventually agreeing on some lilies as well as irises to add more color to the space.
By the end, the two of you have definitely gone a little overboard. Before you leave, Obi-Wan makes a quick purchase of some fertilizer he's been set on trying. All the more variety to up his gardening skills , according to him. He also chooses a few gardening gloves for both of you to replace your worn out ones.
The walk home is quite hilarious. The two of you have definitely purchased more than you can comfortably carry. Though, Obi-Wan suggests you hail a cab, you fail to find any. Your home isn't far enough to justify using a ride-share service at this time of day.
Now, you both are left trying to walk home with your hands full of new goods you can barely carry. Both of you don't complain though. The struggle adds to the laughter that neither of you can contain as you make your way back home.
Coming up to your building, the old lady knitting on by her window throws you a disapproving look. Her look tells you that she thinks the two of you are like teenage love-birds who can't keep quiet. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she thought so.
That evening, you both lay comfortably entangled on the sofa. Obi-Wan ensures to cover your bodies with the blanket once he feels the goosebumps on your skin. He's aware he runs warm but you don't so he offers to turn up the thermostat but you refuse, just wanting to lay with him.
Having your head on his chest and hands on his stomach drawing patterns, he thinks he could stay in this moment forever. A lovely day outside, shopping with the love of his life and evening spent making love to her.
