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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months
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stepdad Anakin showing his grown up daughter what making love is for the first time and she thinks it’s just daddy-daughter bonding time. but when he tries to kiss her that’s when she freaks out because dad!! that’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do…
18+. Smut. Stepcest/Fauxcest. Dead dove do not eat. PiV.
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"Don't push me away, princess. This is how daddy shows his love for his little baby" He whispers against your lips, hovering over you.
His hands press further down on the soft skin of your thighs, promptly folding you in half. The position is uncomfortable, sure— but Stepdad!Anakin says this is how sex is, how making love feels.
"Dad— it hurts."
He coos at you, slowing down the force of his thrusts. He reminds himself that he should be gentle... it is your first time, after all, and what kind of stepfather would he be if he doesn't show his precious flower how good sex can feel when you do it with love? His cock feels huge inside you— despite how he prepped you with his fingers. Your tight, warm walls struggle to fit him whole; Anakin knows he'll be the biggest you'll ever be able to experience (the thought both filling him with jealousy and fueling his ego), so he needs to make sure you'll never forget this moment.
"I know it hurts baby. Daddy is sorry. I forget this is your first time," Anakin tries to kiss you again, but you crook your head to the side. "Princess. Why won't you let me kiss you?"
"Because that's what boyfriends do, Dad." You manage to croak out. The soft thud of your bed rocking against the wall mingles with your sweet moans and Anakin's occasional grunts, forming a lovely symphony that will mark the day Anakin took your virginity... the way he promises it should be.
Anakin knows you don't mean it, but are you really going to deny him a kiss when he's balls deep inside you? "But princess, don't you want a kiss?" He has you cornered, of course you want a kiss... but that wouldn't be right! "Besides... aren't fathers supposed to be their little girls' first love?"
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st4rfckerz · 2 months
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dad! anakin just can't help himself 😋😋
https://twitter.com/pervy/status/1745915984307704186?t=vnUAiPhuzI52HhTIVbmfSg&s=19
oh my god. dad!anakin would love those kinds of moments with you because he's not technically fucking you. he can't bear to see his little girl all needy and desperate and just not do anything about it.
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wifeofasith · 4 months
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Dad!Anakin is served, eat it while its hot 👁️
— Anya 🪼
I knew I wasn't staying up till past 3AM for no reason. KNEW IT.
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mortalheartache · 3 months
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anya giving me his contact info outside of tumblr is the worst mistake he could have made because now i can ask goofy ass questions like “would dad ani let me hold it while he pees” whenever i want
(will update with the answer later of course)
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lovelybucky1 · 5 months
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warnings: fauxcest/stepcest (however you wish to perceive it), dubcon, slight intox, scent kink, face fucking, slight breath play, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, 18+ minors dni
dad!/stepdad!anakin hates when you come home late. you have a curfew for a reason and you’re disrespecting him when you break it. he tries to give you the benefit of the doubt most of the time, but you really are just a spoiled brat.
you try to sneak back inside two hours past the time you were supposed to be home. unfortunately anakin isn’t in bed like you thought he’d be; he’s sitting in the living room looking pissed.
“you’re supposed to be home by midnight. where were you?”
it makes him even angrier to hear you were at a party. you reek of weed and alcohol though you don’t seem intoxicated yourself. he knows you were hanging out with those friends of yours that he hates.
he beckons you over to the couch and pushes you to your knees between his spread thighs. he’s wearing gray sweatpants, the ones he knows you can’t resist. your eyes look glassy as you stare at his bulge and he’s suspecting that maybe you did have a bit to drink.
“you know i have to punish you for this.”
anakin stands from the couch, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. his cock is hard and standing tantalizingly against his shirt. you want it in your mouth, but you don’t want the rough treatment thats to come.
his large palm covers the back of your head to push you into his crotch. your nose nuzzles into his pubes and you can tell he hasn’t showered in a few days. he’s musky, sweaty, and stinks like arousal. he grinds his hips against your face, not caring that his cock is leaving precum in your hair.
when be finally has enough of claiming you with his scent, he pulls back and feeds his dick between your lips. you’re used to the stretch of your lips around his girth, but you know he isn’t stopping there. he pushes your head further down on his shaft until he’s seated inside your throat.
your body quivers as you attempt to breathe through your nose to prevent yourself from gagging. saliva builds in your mouth but there’s no place for it to go but down your chin. you wish he could just fuck your throat already instead of staring at your drooly, glassy eyed face.
you get a small reprieve when anakin pulls back, but he immediately thrusts his cock back in, driving the head into the back of your throat. you lurch forward with a gag but his hold on you prevents you from getting very far.
he fucks your mouth like that: sloppy and inconsiderate of your gag reflex. this is a punishment, after all. you’re not supposed to enjoy it. you’re just thankful that he doesn’t last as long as guys your age.
he pushes you all the way down his cock and shoots his cum down your throat. the thick, sticky fluid blocks your airway so you beg him with red, watery eyes to pull out so you can swallow.
he does thankfully, then pats your cheek as a way of praising you. he pulls his pants back up, adjusts his wet, soft dick, and turns to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
“we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
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haydanakin · 2 years
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Hot take: Star Wars original trilogy is actually the dramatic reenactment of the 7 year old Skywalker twins trying to get out of being grounded and they rope in their teenage neighbor Han and his best friend Chewie
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sabictlali · 14 days
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Perfect interaction with your kiddo
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stealingpotatoes · 3 months
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I wonder if Anakin‘s opinion of Han changes after he learns that he is friends with Chewie (who Ahsoka knows from the Captured Padawan Arc) and SOMEHOW flunked up in the Imperial Flight Academy SO BAD he was busted down to Imperial Army Infantryman (I believe it was because Han went back for a squadron mate)
LMAO liking your son-in-law bc of his choice in best friends instead of his personality,,
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(commission info // kofi support!)
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milkcioccolato · 6 months
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Anakin has TWO DADS CONFIRMED!!!
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jedi-starbird · 2 months
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Palpatine: My boy, Master Kenobi is lying to you!
Anakin: ?...yeah? He does that? Lying is Obi-Wan's favourite sport. Bant told me that he was dropped on his head by Master Qui-Gon when he was a child and Master Qui-Gon was really tall, so the fall shook loose some things in his brain and now Obi-Wan is allergic to giving straight answers. It took me 3 years to figure out his favourite colour. and his birthday. 5 to figure out that he's allergic to shellfish. I once told a restaurant that Obi-Wan can't have shrimp and he told me to "stop giving information to the enemy". I've made a game of it really.
Palpatine: *muttering under his breath* ok try using shrimp next time
Anakin: what?
Palpatine: Nothing!
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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months
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my god, dad!anakin who catches reader with a boy! he kicks the boy out only to show you how you should really be fucked :(((
18+, Dark. Fauxcest/Stepcest. Mentions of "Virginity" check. Dead Dove do not eat.
I didn't add the exact "show you how you should really be fucked", because I already have a small blurb similar to that sentence, but I had this small thot and I hope it's okay;)!
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He slams the front door, hands shaking and brows furrowed. Dad!Anakin storms back to the living room, standing in front of you and crossing his strong arms over his chest. His boot furiously taps on the carpet, and you know he is waiting for you to stop staring dumbly at your lap and meet his gaze.
"Dad, I—" You try to come up with an apology, but the moment you raise your eyes the words die instantly in your throat. He is beyond pissed.
"We only have two rules in this house," Anakin says through gritted teeth. The sound of his boot on the carpet is like a nervous tick, and if you weren't paralyzed, you'd probably be biting your nails. "Can you tell me what those rules are?"
You gulp and nod. This is so embarrassing. Why can't he be a normal father and just scold you and send you to your room? Isn't that easier? It is, but Anakin wouldn't pass the opportunity to remind you who is in charge. He raised you. Anakin could say he «owns» you and you wouldn't even protest—
You are scared, which is normal, he just got home to find his precious angel with some stupid boy sneaking his dirty hands between your legs, kissing what belongs to him. Anakin's blood is boiling, but he knows he can't lose control, he needs to teach you a lesson. Dad needs to show his little princess what happens when she breaks a rule.
"Don't stay up late and no boys allowed," You recite out loud, rubbing your palms on your thighs nervously. Breaking one rule is already bad enough, but it's... roughy an hour and a half after midnight, so you are on a roll tonight.
"Two simple rules," Anakin reaches down to cup your face, gripping your chin roughly and leaning closer. "Two simple damn rules that exist for a reason."
His blue eyes are on fire, his touch isn't gentle nor caring like it always is; it's dangerous, it screams "you are in trouble" in big red letters. Anakin pushes your face back, causing your back to hit the cushions of the couch. The sudden abrupt act surprises you, but you decide to stay silent.
He takes a seat next to you, reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it, you obey wordlessly, letting him look at your expose chest. The weight of his stare burns, and you realize that your father is checking of any trace of hickeys, bites, anything. He grabs your jaw again, twisting your neck and continuing his searching, making sure you are untouched.
"Take off your bra."
"What?" Your voice finally finds a certain strength mixed with incredulity. "Why?"
"Do it."
Your fingers tremble as you unclasp the undergarment, letting it fall next to you. Anakin wastes no time to cup your breasts and give them a firm squeeze, rubbing your nipples against his calloused palms until they stand hard and sensitive.
"D–Dad?" You breathe out, puffing your chest as his thumbs rolls the hard nubs.
"Did he touched you like this?" He asks huskily, bringing his face to the curve of your neck and licking your soft, scented skin. "I don't think he did. He looked too busy trying to slide his hands down your jeans."
You shake your head, letting out the first tentative moan. "N–No. He didn't."
He smirks at the admission, of course he smirks. He knows how immature and rushed kids are these days. They don't know how to properly treat a princess like you.
"Take off your jeans, and your underwear too," Anakin pinches your nipples harder this time, if his intentions are to hurt you... he is really fulfilling them.
"Why?" There you go again questioning him. He is just trying to teach you a lesson.
"I need to know you are still intact."
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techwrecker · 19 days
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What is Star Wars, if not a space dad and his adopted chaotic child?
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ohyousillything · 1 year
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So anakin teaches Cody how to carve wood and Cody makes the engagement ring lojack for obi wan, but he doesnt stop there.
He makes a bead earring for rex with a tiny piece of beskar in it and his little brother almost cries.
He makes viking bracelets for his batchmates and they all wear them proudly, even displaying them for pictures.
He makes a carved amulet for ashoka's headband with the togruta symbol for resilience. She wears it always.
He makes a pendant for anakin with twin suns in it and angel wings, and the kid hugs him for ten minutes.
Everyone is amazed and touched by these gifts. Cody feels proud of them
He puts trackers in every single one.
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athenaluthor · 3 months
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Hesitation - Darth Vader
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Summary: Husband!Vader has been on his ship for far too long. His very pregnant wife has come to fetch him.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Unburnt!Vader, Domestic!Vader, Husband!Vader, established relationship, fluff , porn with plot, wife!reader, PiV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), creampie, mentions of children, mentions of Emperor Palps (he's his own red flag), same universe as my other fic here
Word count ~ 3.6k (unedited)
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Vader hasn't left his ship in days. Regularly occupied by the matters of the Empire, it was not uncommon for him to be absorbed in his work. More often than not, he would work late into the night until he lost track of time. Rest and sleep were put aside until he was satisfied with the work. To make matters worse, food and drinks his attendants provided were also regularly left untouched in favor of his work.
Although many would prefer it, his wife had decided to not let him rot on the Executor. After all, she prefers him alive and well. It also is not helpful that the current chatter among the Imperial ranks was that Lord Vader despised her and would rather confine himself to his ship than be with his very pregnant wife.
On some occasions, one could say that it was indeed true. Vader was nothing but dedicated to his work, or the Dark Side if we're being honest. But for the most part, Vader is practically glued to her. If he could chain her to their bed, he would.
That being said, no one dared to disturb him on his ship. Vader's temper was infamously catastrophic, mercurial. He could go from calm and collected, to being the embodiment of chaos and destruction. To make matters worse, her third pregnancy is proving far more difficult than the other two. The pain borders on unbearable and she struggles to walk even short distances.
Walking through the doors of his private office aboard the ship, she searches it for her husband. The cold wave of air sends a chill down her spine, making her shiver. She clutches her fur shawl closer to her body, trying to keep warm. The sight of Vader standing and looking over his war table, greets her. He was surely ready to chew out whomever had bothered him, clearly engulfed in his work.
Turning around, Vader's anger dissipates. Seeing his wife slowly walking towards him, taking careful steps to ensure she wouldn't slip and injure herself or god forbid, her baby has that effect on him. Naturally, Vader wastes no time in slipping off his helmet and crossing the room to her. Instinctively, he holds out his arm for her to use as support and walks her over to the sofa. Vader adjusts the few cushions on the absurdly large and plush sofa to support her back and helps her sit.
“What are you doing here?” he all but yells, kneeling down in front of her to slip off her shoes. Setting her shoes aside, Vader massages her swollen feet.
“When ones’ husband does not return home to his wife for days in favor of a ship, people talk. Not to mention, the boys miss you as well.”
“A few things are taking longer than I expected. I planned on coming home yesterday.” he replies, eyes avoiding her. He opts to focus his vision on her feet and massaging out the knots.
“I know. Your schedule isn't exactly a secret to me.”
“Things don't always go as planned.”
“Well, rebels and incompetent Imperial officers will do that.” she replies nonchalantly.
“Did you walk all the way from the landing bay to here?”
“Yes. It's not a very short walk, you know.”
Vader's face grows darker with what she assumes is rage or frustration. She reaches out to grab his gloved hand and toy with his fingers.
“I know. The walk is not suitable for a woman who's heavily pregnant!” he replies sternly, clearly unhappy with her choice.
Standing up, he walks over to the side table and buzzes for an attendant. Seconds later, one rushes in, face riddled with anxiety and fear.
“Yes, Lord Vader?” her voice quivers slightly. Clearly frightened in anticipation of Vader's wrath.
He orders her to bring in a selection of drinks and food, barely acknowledging her presence.
The attendant looks somewhat relieved at his request, probably grateful he wasn't directing his wrath at her. Her eyes flicker over to Vader's wife briefly before she quickly steps out of the room.
Quietly, Vader rearranges the cushions in the couch again and gestures for his wife to lay down. Tired and uncomfortable, she happily obliges. Vader helps her lay down, adjusting things here and there to ensure her comfort.
He fusses like a mother hen, she muses to herself.
Sitting down beside her, his hand gently caresses her large bump, a comfortable silence washing over them.
Soon, he thought. Soon, they would be free from the Emperor's clutches. His sons wouldn't be forced to serve the Emperor as he had, his wife wouldn't have to keep birthing him children if she didn't want to. He would give her anything, she gave him a second chance of life when he squandered it.
The baby wastes no time and gives a rather hard kick to Vader's hand, earning a groan from his mother.
“Your son is not letting me sleep. He can't stop moving or kicking or tensing! Everything just hurts.” she angrily says.
Vader reaches out into the force, searching for his unborn son's signature. The boy was warm and his signature was pure, untainted. Vader soothes and calms him down, sensing how tense his wife truly was.
“Have you seen the doctors? Make sure there's nothing wrong with you or the baby.” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“I have. The baby is just, I don't know, active? The doctors say he's active. Our boys weren't exactly easy pregnancies but I wasn't this uncomfortable with them.”
The squeaky wheels of a cart interrupts them, they both turn their heads to the attendant walking in. Pushing a metal cart that was filled with a few drinks and an assortment of snacks, the attendant asks if they would need anything else.
Vader dismisses the attendant and turns his attention back to his wife.
“Uncomfortable or painful? You need to be honest. I have seen you pregnant, I know you're in pain.” Vader says accusingly.
She doesn't reply. Instead, she opts to run her hands along his suit. Eventually inching up to his face where she runs her fingers across his jaw,his cheek and even his nose.
Vader leans into her, reveling in the contrast of her soft touch against his skin. The way she looked at him so reverently, as if he hung up the stars for her.
In all truth, he would. He wouldn’t even hesitate or question her. He would do anything she asked him to. He didn't deserve this kind of love. He didn't deserve this gentleness and patience. Not after what he's done. Yet, he lets her. He knows he shouldn't let her, but he does every time. She wants to give him all her love and care, yet he feels so desperately undeserving of it. He has tainted her, no matter how hard he tries to, he can't stop himself.
He can't stop himself when she begs him to take her to bed and make love to her or fuck her mindless. He can't stop himself when she's begging him to fill her womb with his seed and give her another baby. Not when she's brought his sons into the world. She has carried and birthed two of his children. Now, she's carrying his third and Vader can feel that she's weaker this time. He won't admit it, he can't admit it.
The dark side in him feeds off this worry, telling him that he will lose her. Telling him that he will lose her to childbirth and the child he put in her will bring her to her death. He condemned her to death the same way he did Padme.
“Stop.” her voice breaks him out of his trance.
She continues “You're spiraling out. You're here yet you're miles away and we can't have that.”
She looks over at the cart and turns to him. With a soft smile on her face she makes him an offer he can't resist.
“How about you eat with me,hmm? I don't have any appetite when I'm alone. Eating with you always helps.”
So, they eat together in silence. The spread of food had enough variety for her not to feel sick. Vader has no protests, as long as she eats. The baby is well-nourished and so is she. She wastes no time in eating her food, having a taste of everything. Vader remembers she is always hungry at this stage of pregnancy, for food and for him. He didn't mind.
Truth be told, he couldn't care if people thought he was pulling away from her. It couldn't be further from the truth. Vader was largely focused on her, his two sons and his unborn child. Everything he did was for them. His plans of betraying Palpatine is all for them. His wife's third pregnancy had thrown a wrench in his plans of overtaking Palpatine. Trying to move her somewhere in this state, he simply couldn't risk it. He didn't want her to be caught in the crossfire while pregnant, not when she is this vulnerable.
The stress could bring harm to both her and the baby. If anything happens to either of them, the dark side would surely dig its claws deeper into him.
Palpatine would also surely take the first chance at killing his pregnant wife if he retaliated. If this happens, the dark side will consume him completely, he thinks. He can't let his boys see that.
Vader also wants to be there for the birth. He wants to make sure she would live through it. Once she's safely given birth safely he prays, he'll have her and the children hidden. Hidden somewhere safe, somewhere protected where no one will be able to find them or hurt them.
Only then will he take on Palpatine. Only then will he destroy his wretched master. He will make Palpatine suffer for all he's taken away from him. Yet, Vader still hesitates. Would this be the right course of action?
Vader was a fool not to see Palpatine’s plans. He believed that Palpatine truly allowed him to have another wife as a reward for his work. In truth, Palpatine wanted his children for his sick and twisted plots. Vader felt his blood run cold and his stomach churn when Palpatine suggested his eldest son be trained in the ways of the dark side soon.
“Will you come home tonight? Perhaps even tuck them in?” Her voice is timid, almost as if she's testing the waters. She doesn't realize it, but her voice snaps him back to reality, grounding him to the world around him.
“Alright. We'll head home soon.” Vader leans in to kiss her, his kiss is passionate yet gentle.
His hand gently weaves itself into her hair and she has no qualms about it. Vader’s kiss tastes sweet, like the fruits he's eaten off the spread and somehow she adores him even more now. The smell of his armor is both comforting and arousing, making her head spin
Vader pushes her fur scarf off her body, exposing her cleavage to him. Laying down, Vader thinks she looks like an angel, a kriffing angel.
Hair tousled and skin warmed, her breasts on display for him. The look in her eyes is one of love and lust which has Vader feeling like a teenage boy with his cock tightening in his pants.
Luckily for him, she's wearing one of her breastfeeding dresses. Vader pulls her dress away from her chest, exposing her to him.
“Vader!” she exclaims loudly, hands swatting him away. “What?” he mischievously grins at her.
“Not here. What if someone enters?”
“I'd kill them” Vader replies nonchalantly.
Vader's tongue moves to toy with one of her nipples, earning a rather erotic groan from her. He gently sucks on her nipple while his hand toys with the other.
Her hand weaves itself into his soft, blonde curls, gripping and tugging it gently as she falls into the fit of pleasure.
Vader moves his attention to her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving red marks in his wake. The smell of her perfume and body oils drives him crazy. When he pulls away, the sight of her flushed face has him breathless and his cock hard.
Vader tugs his gloves off, setting them aside on the cart of food and drinks. Then, he gets between her legs and slowly shifts her skirt up to expose her soaking wet panties. Vader pulls her panties off, tossing them somewhere in the room.
Vader slides two fingers in and out of her, earning moans that any man would beg to hear.
“You smell so sweet and you're so wet. Is all this for me,hmm?” he teases her.
Dizzy from pleasure, she struggles to answer.
“Mmhm..Oh! Who else has me like this?”
“Should I fuck you right here? On this couch, where anyone can walk in,hmm?” he asks.
“I want you. I want you to fuck me, husband” she whines to him.
Satisfied with her answer, Vader leans down and his tongue fiddles with her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. Her cunt tastes sweet just like her and within minutes, he has her bucking her hips and arching her back, moaning while she grows closer to her climax.
When she does, her body trembles and she tries to close her legs as he continues to suck on her clit and finger her. His fingers move with a come hither motion making her squeal. Her body is always so sensitive when pregnant. Vader loved to see how many times he could make her cum all over him before she couldn't take anymore.
“Ohh, Vader! Vader!” she moans.
Vader continues until she comes undone a second time, her walls clamping down on his finger so tightly he could barely them. Her thighs shake as he sucks harder on her clit and she tries to squirm away from him.
Her thighs wrap around his head and Vader thinks that he could stay there forever. Vader pulls his fingers out of her and his mouth dives right into her pussy, lapping up all her juices.
His wife tries to push him away, clearly it was too much for her. Vader grips her thighs tightly, preventing her from moving away.
Then, he adjusts her on the couch. He helps her get on her knees and positions her so her belly is supported by the couch cushions. Her hands grip the back of the couch for support, preparing to take Vader. Taking her in a back shot position is one of his favorites.
Vader discards his codpiece in record time and unzips himself to free his hard cock. Vader lines his cock up to her and thrusts himself in, her pussy was so wet, it was barely resisting him. He groan loudly as his cock sinks into her warm and wet pussy.
Vader thrusts himself in and out of her, the sounds of their skin slapping only spurring them on. His head moves to the side of her neck, breathing in her scent as one of his hands wraps around her neck gently.
Her moans and pants are music to his ears, he knows she adores it when he's like this. He thrusts into her slow and deep, shifting the angle of his hips to hit the right spots. It takes him all of his control not to fuck the living daylights out of her.
Vader grunts out between his thrusts “You feel so good around me,wife. My wife, the mother of my children, takes my cock so well. Even when you're this pregnant, you still spoil me.”
The hand on her throat moves to clutch her belly. His other hand moves down her swollen belly and to toy with her clit, making her moan loudly.
Vader's thrusts speed up slightly as he rubs her clit, “How long will it take for you to cum this time? You look so good falling apart for me, my darling wife”.
Vader continues his thrusts and the hand on her clit doesn't stop until she comes undone. When she cums, Vader continues to move his cock in and out of her, making her moan and whimper louder. Her walls grip him so tight, it has him grunting as he tries to thrust.
“Vader, Vader, Vader! It's too much! Can't take it, hmmph!” she whimpers.
“I haven't finished yet, my pretty wife. I'm going to fill you up with my cum.” Vader whispers in her ear.
His thrusts now pick up speed as he chases his climax and his fingers on her clit expertly help her get closer to her fourth orgasm as well. Her moans and his grunts fill the room, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echo loudly.
“You're so tight! Too much,hmm? My poor wife can't handle my cock!” He grunts in her ear.
He's close. He's so close and so is he. He ruts into her wildly as he feels her fourth orgasm nearing. She orgasms again, legs shaking as she tries to hold on until he shoots his load deep inside her. She's seeing stars trying not to faint from how good this feels.
“I'm going to cum! Take it, take it” he yells as he shoots his cum inside her. The feeling of being so full of him and his cum has her so dizzy. Her entire body shakes and she's panting as Vader slowly finishes his thrusts.
Vader pulls out of her and the stimulation has her whimpering. His cum drips out of her and onto her thighs and the couch.
Then, he helps her limp body to lay down on the couch. He's careful to lay enough cushions to support her as he lays there satiated and panting. Cleaning himself up, he zips up his pants and places his codpiece back on.
Taking a few tissues, he wipes down the mess he's made between her legs. The contact has her moving away, clearly overstimulated.Then, he helps to adjust her dress and cover her breasts.
“Was that too much, hmm?” Vader asks as he brushes her hair out of her face.
She shakes her head. “It was good. Just what I needed. Though, I don't think I can walk home after this.” she says to him.
Vader leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek before handing her a glass of water with a straw from the cart.“You don't have to. I'll carry you.”
She drinks it under his watchful eye. “I'm doing alright today. The baby is active but the pain isn't too bad. Nothing more than usual. You need not worry, husband.” She says to him.
Vader doesn't answer, merely standing up to grab his helmet and putting it on. He walks over to her and grabs the glass to put it aside.
He picks her up and carries her all the way back to her little ship in the landing bay. Ignoring the eyes of the Imperial officers and stormtroopers, she lays her head on him despite his hard armor poking her head.
By the time they reach her ship, she's fast asleep. Only waking when he straps her into one of the seats. He starts the ship and flies it out the Executor's landing bay down to Coruscant.
Once home, Vader helps her pump her milk since she missed a feeding to go fetch him on his ship. Then,he helps his very sleepy wife freshen up for the night and change into something comfortable for the night. He made sure to rub some ointments on her to soothe her aches and help her sleep.
After he tucks her into bed, he unlatches his helmet and looks out into the nighttime skyline of Coruscant. Bustling with lights and music, filled with party-goers and dwellers from all parts of the galaxy. He turns to look at his wife, sound asleep in his bed looking like an angel. A kriffing angel.
Shedding his armor, Vader heads into the shower. Relieved to wash the day away and calm down, he stands under the warm water for a while. All was well for now. His wife was sound asleep in their bed, his kids were too probably.
Finishing his shower, he gets dressed and heads to his sons’ rooms. Their rooms weren't far, just across from his and his wife's. Close enough for him to get to them if anything were to happen. Nothing would, not under his watch.
He quietly slips into his eldest's room first. The five-year old boy lays sprawling on his bed, blonde curls poking about wildly. His blanket was at the edge of the bed, almost kicked off by the aggressive sleeper that was his son. His son was the most deep sleeper he's seen. An earthquake could happen and the boy would still sleep.
Vader readjusts the boy so he lays properly on his pillow and he slides the blanket back on. He checks the monitor and gives his son a kiss on the forehead before leaving to check on his youngest.
His youngest is now 14 months old. A joyful thing, really. He's always smiling and laughing, following his older brother around.
Vader peers into the boy’s crib to see him clutching his toy purrgil tightly. Vader gives him a kiss and checks the monitor as well before heading to his home office.
Sitting in his chair, he stares at the holo screens in front of him. Now or never, he thinks. He has to put his plans into place if wants to beat Palpatine soon.
He can't hesitate. He has to be sure. Hesitation will get him and his family killed.
His gaze moves to the little clay sculpture of him he has on his desk. It was one his five year old son made for him at school.
He won't hesitate.
Darth Vader does not hesitate.
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Obi-Wan reached out, then hesitated. He felt a strong urge not to wake the boy, to let him sleep like this forever, to forever anticipate a great adventure, forever dream of personal triumph and joy. This feeling held too much sentiment and weakness to be allowed, but he allowed it nevertheless. This must be how a father feels, looking down on his son, worried about an uncertain future, Obi-Wan thought. I would hate to see him fail. But I would hate far more to lose this boy. I would almost rather freeze time here, and freeze myself with it, than face that. — Greg Bear. Rogue Planet.
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