Parts Of The Truth

Parts Of The Truth

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

A small glimpse of what I'm working on rn. It's a series:

Warnings: sex, cheating, affairs, mature language, power imbalance, boss x employee dynamics, toxic relationships, pregnancy,(this pretty much encompasses everything in the upcoming chapters)

"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"

"she'll be fine" his voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.

Hey Guys! Just a peek at what I'm working on it's an au, I'm so excited to finish the first two chapters so you guys can give feedback, in the mean time, send requests so I can make filler posts and get my creative brain working again.

Only You

Hayden Christensen x Reader

Warnings: Age gap.

Laying on your tummy, propped up by your elbows, your brows crease, eyes slightly squinting with an amused smirk on your face as you look at him. He was so clearly pretending to sleep even though he was the one that decided it was a good idea to watch a three hour long movie.

"You better wake up faker" you whisper. He smiles in his 'sleep' and you playfully bite his chest and kissed over it, he groaned and pulled you close. You laugh when he gets you back by biting your ear.

"how are you so energized it's..." he looks over at the clock on the bedside table, "midnight" he chuckles.

"I know you're old but falling asleep during a movie? Maybe I should call that nursing home"

He scoffs 'Old? Your mother"

The remark shocks you and you playfully hit his chest, he laughs and so do you. A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, the movie playing in the background mere noise at this point, as was the rest of the world whenever you looked at him. Your hand gently caressed his cheek, tracing the barely seen lines on his face, proof that he'd even aged, his eyes soft and beautiful, looking into yours. He kisses your palm, holding your hand in his own.

"I love you" you smile.

"Ah, so that means you'll come see me at the nursing home?" He jokes and you can't help but laugh, you always laugh; at his lame jokes, at his dad jokes, at his funny jokes which were rare but they were his.

I know I post a lot y'all, I got a lot of drafts

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Four

Warnings:18+ smut, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), infidelity, foul language, once again a bit sad cause I feel like it, reader is a mother so a child is mentioned(I love children, sorry not), also I wrote this in the middle of my Politics class so maybe some spelling errors.

"I love you Padme"

The words haunted your dreams, as you slept. You rolled over coming into contact with his hard chest. Your eyes opened adjusting to the darkness of the room, he had slept over and he had carried you from the couch to bedroom. You remained still for a moment; listening to his breathing, soft snores escaping his lips as he chest rose and fell. You bit to your lip in thought; your mother's words ring through your ears again 'what you're doing is really stupid' she's right, he very obviously doesn't love you, at least not as much as he loves his wife. Your heart hurts, it feels like it'll burst from your chest. Unable to stay beside him in the moment, you get up, heading to the kitchen.

You were sat on the counter, sipping a glass of wine. Your mind running wild; he doesn't love you, maybe he doesn't even love Darcy, he's using us, Padme may find out, oh god what if you lost your job, how would you take care of yourself, take care of Darcy, he did everything- your thoughts are interrupted by his sleepy voice calling out to you as he now stood in the kitchen.

"Baby why are you up? What's wrong?" He stretches, coming towards you, he stands between your legs.

"what's the matter" he kisses your forehead gently.

You tried to push past him but he cages you in, hands on each side of you.

"what's going on? You know you can tell me" he leans down to kiss you and as usual, you kiss back.

You don't say anything, just deepening the kiss, his hands stretch under your thighs as your legs wrap around him, carrying you back into the bedroom. He carefully places you on the bed, slipping your night gown off your shoulders. His hands exploring every inch of your body as though it were the first time.

"You're so beautiful" he kisses down your neck, you can feel his hardening length rubbing against your clothed sex and like a dog in heat your hand reaches down, over his toned chest, down his abs and into his sweats to stroke him.

He groans, a soft moans falling from his lips when he buries himself inside you. You gasp at the delicious stretch, preparing yourself for his harsh thrusts, you close your eyes but they never came.

You open your eyes and he's above you, still buried deep inside your hot cunt but he's stilled. Looking down at you he brushes some stray hair from your face, adjusting himself so his cock presses that sweet spot inside you, your hands wrap around him, nails leaving soft scratches as they dig into his back. His eyes are piercing like they see into your soul, like they're reading your thoughts. The position is so intimate, so raw, like he's trying to steal your soul and join it with his own, he drops himself slowly onto you, and then began to move, slowly, your leg wraps around him, pushing him deeper into you. His kisses down your jaw to your neck, soft nips on your breasts are like a drug you can't help but delight in. Small whimpers turn into moans as his thrusts get faster and his kisses sloppier almost needed. His squeezes your face in his hand, his hips snapping against you as he hammers your needy cunt. "I love you so fucking much" he whispers, kissing you roughly, a string of saliva on the side of your mouth once he pulls away to bite your neck, the hand on your face, wraps around to your throat, his brutal thrusts slowing, he groans when you clench around him, he's about to pick up the pace again when you stop him.

"wait just rub it" you whisper. He does as you ask, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, occasionally teasing past your folds. Your eyes flutter closed, mind clear of all thoughts just him. In this moment he was yours, not Padme's, in this moment he wanted you and somehow that was enough. He pushes in to you again, laying his weight on top of you at your request as you coach his movements, nearing both your highs.

"Fuck" he mutters, his cock twitches and he spills himself inside of you, you gasp, warmness spreading throughout your body.

He lays on top of you, still tucked perfectly inside you as you catch your breath. He kisses your neck, burying his face in the space between our head and shoulder.

"I'm sorry" he says, his voice soft and almost whiney, foreign for him really. He raises his head, looking at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. "I love you"

You tilt your head to look at him, a small smile on your lips, your hand comes up to his hair, he kisses your arm. You hadn't even realized that the sun was up, streaks of light finding their way though your curtains, his messed up hair or as you called it; his sex hair almost golden in the sunlight.

"I know."

By the time Darcy had woken up, he was gone. Leaving some stuffed bunny he'd bought for her on the kitchen counter. The weekend was short, simple. You spent as much time with Darcy as possible, choosing to not think about he absolute shit show that was your life.

That Sunday night Darcy laid in your bed, crawling under your shirt, more one of Anakin's old shirts, her small hand tracing a circle repeatedly over your chest. "Mama?" Her voice is soft and curious, you tilt your head to look down at her.

"How come daddy doesn't live with us? Grandma said daddies always live with babies and mommies" she says, she was too smart for a three year old and you couldn't do anything but laugh. You think of what you could possibly say.

"Daddy has to work very hard so that he can buy all the teddies in all the world for you" you say, she hums and then looks up at you, both your heads fitting neatly in the neck of the stretched out t-shirt.

"But-" you cut her off.

"Darcy you don't need to worry about that okay. Daddy and mommy love you very much and your grandma shouldn't be talking to you about that in the first place" she pouts, her dirty blonde curls, wild on her head, her blue eyes big and soft, gosh she looked so much like her father, like you had nothing to do with birthing her at all. "You can't guilt me you little stinker" you whisper, her forehead resting against yours, her soft laugh filling your ears, you kiss her cheek, hugging her close, she settles her head on your chest gain, quick to fall asleep.

Monday morning, you'd called in sick. Darcy was ill; fever and a cold, how she had gotten it overnight was a mystery to you. You figured it was best to stay home with her rather than drop her at your mom's and risk something worsening, Anakin had called a few times to speak with her, promising to drop by later.

You were laid on the couch, Darcy on your chest as you watched paw patrol, she was completely obsessed with it and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy an episode or two.

Your doorbell rings and you damn near die when you answer it and your eyes register the face looking back at you.

"Padme" your voice breaks, your palms immediately beginning to sweat.

Could use some feedback. What do you guys think so far and what direction would you like to see this heading?

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter nine

Warnings: foul language, infidelity, mature discussions.

You laid in bed, mulling over your discussion with Padme and Ahsoka earlier. The silence of the empty house encouraging your torturous thoughts, Darcy was at your mother's and your sister was shacking up with her sponsor no surprise there but at least she's staying clean.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to reality, it's Anakin. You sigh, you weren't ready to discuss any of this with him yet, you had honestly planned to hold off as long as possible in hopes your problems may well just evaporate.

You listen, soft footsteps treading closer up the stairs, makes you roll over closing your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the bed dip. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

"I know you're awake, you liar."

You smile rolling over, to look up at him. "What are doing here? You should be with your wife."

"I'd rather be here," he kisses your lips and you can smell the liquor on his lips. You grab his face.

"Have you been drinking?"

He sighs, "I'm a grown man I'm allowed a drink"

You look at him, his face highlighted in the darkness by the shining moon. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I promise." He kisses your neck, hand fumbling with the buttons on your night shirt he plants kisses on your breasts, shifting down to rest his head on your stomach, one hand squeezing your boob, like a toddler.

Your hand plays in his hair, he sighs in content when your fingers massage his scalp, you feel the tension in the air, you can't hold it in anymore.

"I'm pregnant," you blurt out.

"I'm leaving Padme" he says quickly.

"What?" You both speak in unison.

"You're leaving her?"

"That marriage was over a long time ago, you're pregnant? Are you sure? Oh baby this is amazing" he smiles, hovering over you.

"What no it's not. It's not amazing, I don't want another baby, we can't have another baby and you can't leave your wife are you crazy."

"Why not? I wanna be with you not her. I wanna raise Darcy with you, watch her have her first day of school and then have matching hearts attacks when she brings her first boyfriend home, I wanna wake up to your face every morning-"

"stop"

"I wanna grow old and watch the sunset with you, I wanna kiss you every night before bed, so you know how much I love you. I wanna look at you when you read your books and watch you make that cute little confused face, I wanna feel my heart speed up a bit and my breath hitch every time I hear your laugh. That's what I want for the rest of my life. And that scent, god that scent," his head dips to your neck inhaling like it's the last thing he'll ever do, "I wanna smell that scent until I'm sick of it, so sweet and pure. You consume me."

"Anakin-"

"No listen, You are the woman that has given a child, you've given me hope and happiness, that I haven't felt in years. I love you, purely and truthfully, you are my every thought, and I don't want to be married anymore unless it's to you. I want you and I want Darcy, and I want this baby," his hand caresses your stomach. "I want the family- the family that you've given me, the family that I've dreamed about."

You're quiet for a moment, your hands caress his face, "You can't leave your wife. You love your wife, you had to love her that's why you married her"

"It was a mistake"

"Anakin, you don't love me, you think you do but you don't, you'll leave Padme and then in a few years you'll be bored of me, I'll have had two kids, so I'll get fat and I'll be tired all the time and I won't wash my hair. I won't have time to read and I'll be nagging at you to put your socks in the washer and then you'll regret it. You'll wish you'd stayed with her because- because you'll realize that this isn't the life you want and you'll hate me. I don't want you to hate me." You didn't even realize you were crying.

"I could never hate you, I could never" he kisses your tear stained cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, you're strong willed and you're intelligent and ambitious, you're an amazing mother. I didn't want it to get so far, between you and I there was supposed to be no Darcy no attachments, just sex but-" he swallows. "You make it so hard to not love you." He lowers his face to yours, still hovering over you. Your lip brushing slightly. "You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires, you are my heart outside my body and I cannot stop myself..." His worlds trail off and he kisses you, deep and passionate, like a man starved. He rests his forehead against yours.

"Please, offer me the opportunity to tell my wife, give me the chance to take care of you and our daughter, our baby" his hand rests on your stomach. "I am only a man begging a woman to let him love her, please don't deny me" he kisses your jaw.

You are at a loss, unable to respond to him. You loved him deeply, truly you did but this was confusing; he was confusing. You close your eyes preparing to make the hard decision.

"I can't be with you Anakin." Your voice is soft, your eyes shut when his tear falls onto your cheek. "I'm sorry"

He rolls off you, onto his back, pulling you close so your head rests on his chest. "What will we do?" He asks.

"I don't know"

You sat in the waiting room fiddling with your fingers, leg nervously tapping against the tiled, your head shoots up when your name is called.

You stared nervously at the doctor, she offers you a kind smile, "is this your first time?" You nod.

"Okay, don't worry. You feel anything, and it'll be over in no time" she assures you. You take a deep breath.

It had been a couple weeks since you'd ended things with Anakin, he still came by to see Darcy, and you kept things civil. He'd told you that he was still gonna go ahead with the divorce which you'd tried to steer him against but to no avail. Things felt calmer now, you'd terminated the pregnancy, you still had your job, you were no longer stabbing your friend in the back except for the whole ass child you had with her husband but compared to your usual, things were finally going your way.

Until they weren't.

You were looking over files with one of Anakin's clients who had asked for your assistance when the quick and furious tapping of heels broke your focus, you looked up to see Padme approaching you, absolutely fuming.

"Padm-" she slaps you across the face, embarrassing you in front of an entire flat of employees.

"Don't Padme me you whore. You're not my friend you can call me Mrs. Skywalker" her words stun you but you understood her anger. He'd told her. "Hurts doesn't it? 'Mrs' something you had no chance of being"

"Padme let's not do this here"

"Oh no please let's."

You try to push her out into the street so you can speak somewhere where people weren't batting their ears in your business but she wouldn't let you.

"How could you do this, after everything. After what I told you" she breaks down, falling against you, you sit her down on the couch in the lobby, and she tries to calm herself.

"I'm so sorry Padme"

"Oh God that scent, the- the roses and the ocean God how did I not smell that before, I'm so stupid"

"Padme-"

"Shut up, he told me. He told me everything and I yelled and I cried and I screamed and I promised myself that I wouldn't do that here. That I'd be civil because- because I'm not the type to blame the woman but now I wanna her it from you. I wanna hear it all" she nods looking at you.

You take a deep breath hoping it'll help your lungs from caving in. "Okay"

Ghostface! Sam

Masterlist

ACT 1

Characters are high school seniors, so 18.

Warnings: foul language, murder, blood, sam's super obvious, use of y/n, maybe some spelling errors.

You sat on the table out in the school yard, looking on as some reporters and police officers conducted brief interviews with anyone who'd entertain them. Sam sat on the bench, leaning back between your legs.

Jake shakes his head, "can you believe it? Our town's got its own serial killer."

You scoff, "the guy's hardly serial it was two people and he didn't even have the balls to do it bare faced, I mean a mask? Fucking pussy."

"Yeah but there could be more, I mean he killed people we knew, one of us could be next," Sam shrugged, looking up at you.

"Don't be an ass." You smack the back of his head and he laughs.

"Who do you guys think did it?" Jake asks looking around the group.

"My bet's on Jared, Stacy's ex. He never got over her." Amanda shrugs.

You shake your head, "no way, look at him. He's a mess," you nod towards Jared who was speaking tearfully with a reporter. "Besides he loved her, why would he kill her, though that would be pretty good motive 'if I can't have you, no one can' but my guess is it's whoever she'd stolen Randy from or some one of the other thousand people in this school she pissed off."

Jake laughs, "oh man, I forgot you're into this shit. Your girl's a freak Sammy" he nudges Sam, you roll your eyes.

Sam shakes his head, a hand running up your calf, "we should get to class, see you guys later...or not." He smiles, getting up and draping his arm over your shoulders, leading you away.

That afternoon, Sam dropped you at your house after school, promising to spend the night cause he didn't want you to get hurt, you know with a masked freak running around killing people and all.

You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor, your parents were out of the country, as usual, God bless diplomats. You shrugged off your jacket and stripped down to just to your tan top and underwear because the place was so darn hot, settling on the couch, preparing to watch however many episodes of Criminal Minds your brain could handle.

You're invested in an episode about someone making real people into dolls when your phone rings, startling you. Assuming it was your boyfriend you picked up. "Hey"

"Hello Y/n" the voice on the other end sounded raspy and distorted, like the one the news reporters had described.

You assumed it was Sam pulling your leg, "Haha very funny Sam."

"This isn't Sam, you stupid bitch!"

You're taken aback by the sudden outburst, silence on your end.

"Oh what's the matter sweetheart? You scared of a 'pussy in a mask'?" The killer mimicked your earlier words.

You swallow, "What the hell do you want?"

"I wanna play a game."

"yeah? What game is that?" You ask warily.

"We're gonna play some horror trivia, I know you love scary movies. Here are the rules, I ask three questions, you get them right and I won't carve up your sweet little boyfriend, that sound good?"

"Fuck you, if you hurt him-"

"You'll what? Kill me" the voice laughs, you feel nervous tears roll down your cheeks.

"First question, you have five seconds. What was the name of the killer in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Five-"

"Leatherface" you cut him off.

"Very good Yn."

You feel relief wash over you.

"Second question, Which movie did the kid die in the sewer? Five four-"

"IT"

"Very nice- I love those panties by the way, black's your colour"

Fear fills you, looking around hastily you click the alarm system on your phone, locking the doors and windows. "What?" Your voice trembles.

"Final question and I want you to think very carefully about this one y/n..."

You try to steady your breathing.

"Did you just lock me in or out?"

You panic running to the kitchen to grab a knife, the alarm system disarms and a sob escapes you, as you turn it on again, only for it to be turned off again, you back yourself into the wall, too shocked and panicked to even think of hiding. You watch as the front door knob jiggled, quiet sobs escaping you, holding the knife firmly.

You're about to charge blindly when the door opens, dropping the knife when you realize it's just Sam.

He looks both confused and alarmed when he sees your condition,"baby are you okay?"

You hold onto him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs your back holding you close, he kisses your head, "it's okay, it's okay I got you. It's alright"

You sat on the couch watching him barricade the doors and make sure the windows were secure. "I'll be fine."

"You're not fine, you were scared and crying and that son of bitch threatened you." He sat next to you on the couch, your hand finds its way into his dyed hair.

"I just- thank you" you smile, he kisses your lips.

You're silent for a moment staring at the tv, when a thought crosses your mind. "You know, he said- he said, 'are you scared of a pussy in a mask' how would he know I said that?...Unless he was there" you mused. Sam looks unphased.

"Don't over think it you'll go insane," His hand travels up our thigh, planting a kiss on your lips and down your neck.

"maybe, he's one of our friends."

He laughs, "You think the killer is one of our friends? No way, Jake throws up in bio when we have to dissect a frog,Riley's a moron and Amanda well, she's not very bright."

He's on top of you now, positioned between your legs. You smile, "and you?" You meant to tease.

He smirked, "Oh baby, I'm interested in rearranging your guts in only one way."

You laughed, pushing his face away from you, "You're such an idiot, who says that."

His smiles, dipping his head down to kiss your neck, his hand creeping into your panties.

The next morning at school, when you and Sam arrive the reporters are there again, you squint, the bright sun in your eyes.

"Why are they here again?" You ask. Amanda pulls you into a hug.

"Babe, I'm so happy you're alive, good thing Sam got there or that could've been you."

You and Sam look at each other, "What could've been me?"

Riley puts his arm over Amanda's shoulder, "Principal Reed, he got attacked last night. He died on the way to the hospital, his daughter found him too late."

"What the fuck, and they're sure it's the same guy?" You grimace.

"They're pretty sure, small town three murders already. It's likely," Amanda interjects.

You take a deep breath, "Son of a bitch. I actually liked Principal Reed, he was a nice man."

Sam smiled, looking at you. "At least we know you're not the killer."

You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah I'm going to class."

Amanda shoves a flyer in your hand before you could walk away, "Halloween party Friday night at my place-you know memorial for the dead or what not, you better come."

You chuckle, of course she'd use any opportunity to party. "There's a killer on the loose, running around in a mask, just carving people up and you think it's a good idea to gather as many people as possible in one place and get them all drunk?"

She begs, "come on, it'll be fun, and gathering is safer than you sitting at home basically waiting for this psycho to come gut you...for real this time."

Sam takes the flyer studying it, "Party sounds good."